#ethan grant dolan imagine

[annaleadreamin]

Ethan Imagine: Picking you up at the airport

Setting the scene: because you live so far away from each other, you are only able to see one another every once in awhile. E would fly out to see you or vice-a-versa. This was your month to visit, so you board your plane to Cali where Ethan will be waiting. Once you land and head out the gate, you notice he isn’t around anywhere, him nor Grayson. You shoot him a text and wait for his response. In the meantime, you head over to baggage claim to collect your things. It takes a minute or two for the bags to start appearing, but when they do, yours shows up fairly quickly. Grabbing for it, you notice someone else attempting to claim it as well.

“Oh, sorry, I think you made a mistake-“

“Not a mistake, babe.” A smiling Ethan tugs the suitcase off the belt and sits it beside him as he raises his arm for a hug.

Despite being incredibly shocked by this sudden appearance, you instinctively find your place within his arms, resting your head against his chest.

“Oh my God! I was about to fight you for taking my suitcase. I can’t believe you!” You pull back to lightly hit him on the arm.

“You? Fight? Keep dreaming.” Ethan grins, wiping displaces hair out of your face so he could see your face better.

“You underestimate me always, and one day you will find out about this side of me the hard way.”

“Oh?” An eyebrow raises and Ethan grabs the suitcase by the handle and wheels it behind you both as you walk through the airport.

“Mhmmm.”

“Can I find out the hard way when we get back to the house?”

A blush forms on your cheeks and you walk a few paces faster to avoid being teased about it. Since this was one of Ethan’s favorite things to do.

Arriving at the Jeep, to your surprise Grayson isn’t there. Ethan notices your confusion.

“We don’t have to do everything together because we’re twins. We can break apart every once in awhile.”

“This is just so unlike you two. Are we in a twilight zone?” You spin in a circle, looking every which was for emphasis.

He laughs, throwing your bags into the back of the Jeep. Before closing the door, he pulls out a hat and places it on his head.

“You’re just the cutest, you know.” You say to him as he walks back to you.

“Like the cutest, cutest? Because there’s a difference.”

“Cutest cutest.”

“Like how cute though, because I need to be sure.”

Raising your arm, you grab his cheeks and pull him close to you. “Like squish-your-cheeks, kissable cute cute.”

Pulling him the rest of the way, your lips meet.

When you part, Ethan responds with “that’s my favorite kind of cute cute,” then continues to kiss you.

[elitegrayson]

request: y/n and grayson are enemies who happen to share the same friend group. while everyone is having a night out at the club, y/n is being harassed and groped by a guy. she finds grayson and taps the side of his hand to hold hands. graysons about to cuss her out but he immediately goes into protective mode

a/n: i appreciate all of your requests, keep em coming! i hope you enjoy this <3

it was a saturday night and your friends decided they wanted to go out clubbing. your best friend thought it would a good idea for everyone to get ready at her house. she said it'll be easier for everyone could leave from there. it was only four of you guys; rose, you, kent, and grayson. 

now grayson wasn’t particularly your friend. he was more like a coworker, but even then he was barely that. rose and kent know you guys bump heads often, but it’s never gotten too crazy. you only put up with it because wherever kent goes, grayson just has to follow. there’s no escaping him even if you wanted to. it’s the same thing with you and Rose, now that you think about it, but that’s different.

when you walked into the club, the hot air swept across your face. it smelled of hot bodies and alcohol. you like to party, but you’re more of a kickback girl, not a club girl. nonetheless, you wanted to let loose and have some fun.  

“let’s get some drinks! boys, can you go to the bar and get something good?” rose asked, looking over at kent and grayson. 

“we’ll get something for you, but not for y/n.” grayson smirked as you just rolled your eyes.

“oh please, i don’t need you to do anything for me. hell, i’ll get it myself. rose, come with me.” you responded, purposely pushing gray out of the way.

“don’t worry y/n, you’re gonna need me one day!” he yelled out, but you just ignored him, flipping him off as you walked towards the bar. you saw that the bartender was a woman and you instantly felt safe.most of the creeps here always have to comment on your drinks saying that you “couldn’t handle your drinks”.

“hey ladies, what can i get for you?” the bartender smiled, showing off her cheeky dimples.

“hi! um, i’ll take a long island iced tea, please? and what do you want rose?”

“i’ll just have a bloody mary.”

“bloody mary and a long island coming up!” 

one drink turned into at least five more. you kind of stopped counting but all you know is you felt amazing. at this point, you were on the dance floor with rose having the time of your life. music was blasting, you had a couple of drinks in your system, and everything felt great.

“hey, why do you hate grayson so much? he’s nice you know plus he’s our friend.” rose asked, yelling a bit as she leaned into your ear.

you were confused about why she was asking you about him, considering they haven’t been with us since you got your drinks.

“i don’t hate him, i just strongly dislike him. he just annoys me i don’t know. why are you even asking about him, it’s gonna ruin the nighttt.” you replied, slurring your words at the end.

“i think you guys would look cute together, to be honest,” she giggled, slapping your shoulder, but you swiped her hand away.

“gross! there’s no way in fucking hell i’d end up with him. anywho i think i want another drink, wanna come with?” you asked as she shook her head no. you knew in your head you didn’t need another drink, but you wanted one.

you sat down and before you could tell her what you wanted, she already put the drink in front of you. “this last one is on me, girl.” she smiled as you thanked her. a few seconds later, you felt someone’s hot breath on your neck.

“hey there beautiful, are you all alone tonight?” the man said then he touched your lower back slightly.

“hey, do you know what personal space is? and don’t fucking touch me, you don’t know me!” you hissed, standing up and slapping his hands off of you.

“c’mon sweetness, i’ve been watching you all night, and right now i’m tired of watching. i want you, now,” he growled, pushing you closer to him and then he roughly grabbed your ass. immediately you cursed and then slapped him and ran in the other direction.

tears started to brim in your eyes, but you started to look for Grayson. you don’t know why he was the first person to pop into your head, but he was. soon enough you saw him in the corner with a drink in his hand. luckily he was alone so you started to stumble towards him, making your way through the crowd.

you tapped the side of his hand and then you intertwined his with yours. “yo y/n what the fuck are you-“ he stopped when he saw what you looked like. makeup stained by your tears and you could barely stand on your two feet. “gray please i n-need you. i was at the b-bar and a man t-touched me.” you began to cry again, yet you were holding hands with grayson. he smiled at the shorter version of his name. you always called him by his full name so the fact that you called him “gray” made his heart flutter slightly.

he tried to push that in the back of his head so he can focus and try to comfort you. “y/n come here,” he cooed, letting go of your hand and replacing it with your hair. you were leaving a mess on his shirt, but you didn’t care. you just needed his comfort. your mind started to wonder about the words you spoke earlier to him. it was ironic that you were crying in your enemy's arms, but you decided not to say anything. you knew he never predicted this to happen, but that didn’t matter right now. you just needed grayson.

grayson continued to rub your back and whisper comforting things in your ear, but in reality, he was ready to raise hell thinking about the man who touched you. you two have never really been friends and hell he never really gave you the light of day. yet he never wanted anything bad to happen to you, especially something like this. he’s never seen you this drunk before and he definitely won’t admit it, but it’s nice that you found him and not rose or kent.

“y/n, let’s go home yeah? i don’t want you to be here any longer. we need to get you home and in bed.” grayson explained, you looked up at him with glossy, stained mascara eyes and gave him a nod.

“but what about the man? what if we see him on our way out?” you asked, holding on to him even tighter than before.

“i hope we don’t, but if we do that asshole will know to never touch another woman again, especially you y/n. i am so sorry that this happened to you.” by surprise, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. you were shocked of course, but you didn’t say anything. you just smiled to yourself and followed grayson to the entrance.

[fanficksandimagines]

“Sleepy head”- E.D.

A/N: when I started writing this one it was supposed to end within less than 500 words and was supposed to be only about lips (You’ll get what I’m talking about), but then I got another idea, and another one, and maybe like 5 other ideas as well. I really hope you’ll enjoy it because It took me over 5 hours to write and it’s 1am right now. I’ll read it over for mistakes tomorrow so bear with me please.

Word count: 4012

Ethan Dolan Imagine. 

(Arts and creations. Painting and photograph skills)

Warnings: noun.

Quote of the imagine:

 “ I was swimming in the purple clouds while the sun was setting.”

-With love Sammy

History class is always boring. I was scribbling some random doddles on the side of my note book. The lessons seemed to go on for hours. Miss Rosewoods talking about the American Revolution and founding fathers, a topic I knew better than anything from historical events. She kept talking and talking. Her voice calm and pretty quiet for a teacher, whenever she was talking it seemed like she was telling you a bed time story. Trying to get you to sleep. The grey dull sky outside wasn’t lighting up the situation either. I let out a yawn screeching my arms slightly. I turned my head to the side to look out of the window, just to see my crush, Ethan, sound asleep in his spot. He looked adorable and calm. His face looked as beautiful as ever. We sat at the very back of the class so I wasn’t scared that someone would see me looking at him. I let my gaze fall across his face, taking the moment I had to observe him this close. I’ve had a crush on this guy for almost 3 years and I still examine every detail of his face. “Now please write down the following years!” The teachers’ voice snapped me out of my daydream. “1775; 1776; 1777; ...” and she went on about it. I took notes for the next 5 minutes or so and then turned back to looking at Ethan. For some unexplained reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of his lips. They looked soft and kissable. Suddenly I turned my head back to my desk and put my pen away in my pencil case. I searched for my 9B pencil and took my small sketch book out of my bag. I turned my body slightly to the side. I looked at Ethan once again concentrating on his lips. I started drawing the contour of his lips just to take my eraser and erase it. I then looked at him once again and slowly traced the shape of his upper lip on the paper. It wasn’t easy to draw it as I wanted it. I tried again… and again… and again until it looked as close to being true as I could get it to. I took another glimpse of Ethan and started to draw the bottom lip, slowly dragging the pencil over the paper. I kept drawing his lips in my sketch book, adding texture and shadow. I wanted lean closer but I couldn’t. I kept catching glimpses, trying to shape Ethans lips as good as I could. I was so into the process that I couldn’t hear anything around me. The only sounds reaching my ears were the pencil scratching against the paper and Ethans’ soft snores.

“Ah-hem.” I heard Miss Rosewoods say standing next to me. I lifted my head up from my sketch book to look at her. “This is history class, not arts class.” She said her hands on her sides. “I know. My concentration works better when I’m drawing.” I defended myself hoping that she won’t ask me to prove it. “Really?” oh no. “In that case, who was the 1st treasury secretary of the united states?” she asked her voice clearly mocking me. “Hamilton.” I say simply. She looked slightly taken back. “Also, before he became the treasury secretary, he was a part of Hearts of Oak and studied military tactics. He fought in the revolutionary war. I heard everything you said Miss Rosewoods.” I said finishing my sentence with a smirk. “Alright.” She said defeated, turning to the side. “And Ethan is sleeping again.” She said more to herself. “Okay, back to the lesson!” She announced loudly and walked back to the front of the class. I checked the time, 15 more minutes till the lesson ends. Ugh. I turned my head to the side again glancing at Ethan who was still sleeping. I looked back at my drawing adding some more curves to his lips, making some lines darker and blending some other parts. Sooner than I thought the bell rang. Everyone started standing up and leaving the class. I gathered my book and notes and put them in my bag, my sketch book still opened on the table. I was putting my pencils back in the case when I noticed someone standing next to my table. I looked up to see Ethan, with the left side of his face a bit red from sleeping. He was looking at my drawing. “That’s awesome, Y/n. You have some mad skills.” He commented, making my cheeks flush rose pink. “Uh, thank you.” Those are your lips, by the way. Good to know that you like the drawing. I’ll go jump off of a cliff now, okay? Great, bye. “I actually wanted to ask you for help…” He started trailing off. I took my sketch book and put it in my bag closed. I pulled the zipper shut and stood up from my seat. “Wanted to ask what?” I felt my heartbeat quickening as I questioned. “We have math next right?” he asked letting me walk in front of him. I nodded while walking out of the class. We had the same schedule, so we were together in all of our classes. “I wanted to ask for a favor.” He kept talking as we walked through the hallway to our next class. “And that would be..?” I asked intrigued. “It’s for art class.” He started seemingly nervous. “Remember we had to pick out these pieces of paper that Mr. Kolinsky had prepared?” he asked. “Yeah, we had to pick the team of our next art work.” I remembered, mentally making a note to start working on it soon. “Yeah, those. I was wondering… uh… would you mind posing for my work?” he asked and I swear to god the whole world stopped, the sun wasn’t burning, the water on Uranus disappeared, the squirrel in Ice age movies suddenly got lucky, Snoop dog wasn’t high and the lost city of Atlantis wasn’t under the ocean, but up in the skies somewhere between clouds. Most importantly, my heart seemed to stop for a moment and forget about the butterfly feeling, the goddamn zoo was having a party in my stomach. “It’s just- I just have to draw a surreal work with a female as the main creation of the work and the other girls in our class are mean and I couldn’t really think of anyone else to ask, because drawing my sister would be weird for the idea and I- I. I mean if you don’t want to it’s completely fine. I’ll try to find someone else.” He rambled clearly nervous scratching the back of his neck. The air surrounding us was filled with tension, as I couldn’t manage to get out a word. On the inside I was screaming and jumping out of joy. I was swimming in purple clouds while the sun was setting. “So… uh…” he spells out. I snap out of my daydream quickly forcing my vocal cord to start working. “Yeah, sure. I’m down.” I speak. “Great.” He voices letting out a breath. We restart our walk to the math class. “So do you already have an idea for the work?” I question still feeling the hurricane of emotions. “Yeah. I just hope you’ll be okay with it.” Ethan let out a chuckle. “You might not know this about me, but I’m down for a lot of crazy things so I think it’ll be fine.” I informed him smiling proudly to myself, he turned his head to me and I could see his beautiful lips form a smile. While making our way down the crowded hallways we agreed to meet up on Saturday for his project. He also gave me his phone number so I could send in some suggestions on what I could wear, since his idea was specific. He resisted on informing me about the details, only explaining that we’ll be in the forest outside of the city. He was going to take photos of me that he would use as references for his finished project. Honestly I couldn’t believe I’ll be spending a whole day with just my crush.

That Sunday morning I woke up before my alarm even went off. A huge smile across face, as the sunlight was making its way through my window. I got out of my bed opening my laptop and turning it on. While it was loading I made my bed. I opened up Spotify and clicked play on my favorite playlist that I had made for myself. I took a pair of white underwear with me and walked in the bathroom. Turning the shower on I took off my pajamas and stepped under the warm running water. I let it run down my skin as I washed my hair. I rubbed the sopped up body spam slide across my slightly tanned skin leaving a trail of bubbles. I rinsed my hair and washed off the soap. Stepping out of the warmth my skin was introduced with the cold air of the bathroom as I wrapped myself in my towel. I walked back to my room humming to the song that was playing. I took my phone and checked for messages. Ethan had sent me a text. ‘I’ll pick you up at 11. Is that okay?’ it read. It was 9am so I had plenty of time to get ready keeping in mind that I never take long. ’11 it is.’ I sent back the corners of my lips pulling on a smile. I dried my hair, leaving it naturally straight as Ethan had asked. Packing spare clothing in my backpack, I danced around the room. Skipping down the stairs and in to the kitchen where mom was serving chocolate pancakes. “Someone is in a good mood this morning.” She said her face shining, reflecting my happiness like a mirror. “I’m helping out Ethan with his art project today. I already told you about it.” I reminded taking a bite. “Ethan, as in a guy named Ethan?” Dad looked up from his plate. “Yes.” I stated and he just looked in my eyes. Seeing my uplifting mood, he just shrugged and went back to eating his breakfast. After I finished my plate, I placed it in the dishwasher. Walking over to my mother I placed my hands on her shoulders. “You’ll have to help me with my dress.” I warned placing a kiss on her cheek and running back to my room. I put on a light make up, just like every day. I only used my foundation, brow pencil, eyeliner and mascara. Ethan asked to keep it simple, so I did. Mom came in my room after knocking. She helped with my blue flowy dress. It was really light shade of blue; in some lights it seemed even white. Mom tied the strings on the back as I smoothed the fabric with my hands. “You need to bring out your lips. Just a little.” She commented after looking at me for a moment. She walked in the bathroom and looked through my lipsticks taking one that was a pastel rose color. She came back in the room and gave it to me. I applied the lipstick completing the look. “Thanks mom.” I smiled at her and heard my phones notification signal going off. ‘I’m here.’ Ethans’ text read.

As we were driving to the spot he had in mind there was music playing in his car. Comfortable silence surrounding us. “I really like that dress.” He complimented taking a quick glance of me. “You were the one to choose it.” I reminded. “I know,” he chuckled,” but it really suits you.” I blushed slightly, smiling. When we finally arrived in the forest I looked around the area, it was really beautiful and quiet. No sound of cars driving by, only birds singing and somewhere further away, water bubbling. “How did you find this place?” I wondered looking around the trees. “Oh, this is not it. We’ll have to walk for like 5 minutes tops to be there.” He explained locking his car “Let’s go?” I nodded in response and followed his steps. “I kind of have the whole thing already planned out, but if you brainstorm some ideas just shoot it, we can make it all work.” Ethan announced keeping his eyes forwards. ”Alright.” I said holding the skirt up a little to not rip the dress. It took us less than 5 minutes to walk out of a forest to small clearing. The view in front of us was breath taking. Surreal even. There was an edge of a cliff in front of us a big rock placed close to it. Over the edge, you could see a water fall that came out of a hill falling down the height and hugging the rocks at the bottom, on the other side of the ally where the water went, the forest continued. I left my backpack by the trees walking closer to the clifs. “I hope you’re not scared of heights.” His voice echoed against the cliffs. “No.” I breathed still mesmerized by the view I was seeing. “Good. Cause I want you to sit on that rock.” He informed pointing at it. I walked over to it looking down. It was more than words could describe. “ How do you want me to sit?” I asked letting my eyes wonder around. “Just like this.” He said making me sit down with one leg resting on the rock bended in the knee and the other one straightened out touching the ground. The lifted leg peeking through the cut of the dress. “Now turn your body slightly, just like that.” He guided my body with his hands, turning my shoulder slightly more to the edge. He took one of my arms and placed it in my lap. Then he took my left arm and bended it, placing my fingers on my shoulder touching the edge of the dress. “Can you pull it ever so slightly so it looks like it’s being pulled but it’s not?” he asked and somehow I understood what he meant. His face was so lose to mine, I could examine his lips better than ever. “Good.” He whispered smiling. “Now turn your head to the right.” He demanded nicely. I did as he asked but apparently he meant it a bit differently. He placed his rough fingers on my chin and pushed it slightly more to the right, so my face would be facing straight to his camera that was placed on a tripod. “Perfect.” Ethan mumbled. “Now just keep a resting facial expression.” He added walking to his camera. He took a few photos and checked them. After that he made me change the pose, making me sit with both of my legs resting on the rock, uncovered from the lightly colored fabric. “Take off your shoes though.” He mentioned and I took them off throwing them to the side. My upper body was now facing the same way my legs were and my face was turned to the sky. Later we walked into the forest; there was a hidden field of wild violets. Obviously, Ethan made me lie in them. I was laying on my back, he fixed my hair and stood above me. Taking pictures only with my upper body being in frame. We talked through the photoshoot, making small talk here and there. When the day had half passed and we were already comfortable with each other’s company we talked about anything that came up in our minds, sharing secrets other didn’t even know and laughing about each other’s unfortunate stupid mistakes.

As the sun was slowly starting to set we had made our way to another side of the forest, next to a river that not too far away from us connected with a lake. “I have an idea.” I said taking my backpack off of my shoulders and checking it. “What are you searching for?” he asked confused. I checked if I had taken my spare clothing. I had a sweater and a pair of leggings with me. “We can take some photos of me in the water.” I suggested looking at the river. “Are you sure? I mean I don’t want you to get sick because of my art project.” He hesitated scanning the river and then me with his eyes. “Beauty is pain. I’ll deal with it.” I reassured smiling and walking to the river leaving my shoes by my bag. “It shouldn’t be.” I heard him disagree. I stepped in the surprisingly warm water and walked in until it was reaching the middle of my hip. I turned to the side already knowing how to pose. Ethan took the pictures as I kept moving slowly and posing. “Do you mind if I take the dress off?” I asked, I mean as he earlier implied, today was more of a photoshoot for me, meaning that most of the photos will be sent to me and one kept to him as a reference. “I mean it’s the same as a swim suit anyways.” I tried to insure that it would be normal in my opinion. “Sure. As long as you’re not getting naked, I’m fine with it.” He said checking the previous photos. I walked out of the water and took my dress off. “I’m pretty sure you won’t mind me being naked.” I joked walking back in the water, now deeper. It was reaching my abdomen. “You’re right, I wouldn’t, but taking pictures of that could get me in trouble, he kept the joke going. I let out a lough and stared posing again, now my body only covered in a white lace bra and underwear. I played with the water splashing it around. Ethan kept capturing the moments, with a smile on his face. Since the sunset was starting to play with the sky and the lake mirrored it we made our way there. I walked back in the water now in the lake and started posing again; Ethan took off his shoes and rolled up his jeans. He walked in the water to take some more pictures. After a while understanding that the sun is almost gone I let my knees bend and went under water. “Jeez. You scared me.” Ethan shouted as I came back up. “That was the point sleepy boy.” I laughed as I swam towards him and stood up.

That night before he drove me home we went to a pizza place to eat. It was the best day ever. On Monday, after the lessons he gave me a CD. “Here are the photos. I hope you like them, I barely edited anything. There’s a lot of good stuff.” He informed handing it to me. “Thanks.” I smiled. It was safe to say that we became closer after that.

“Okay, so a month ago you all had to pick a mystery team for your art project. Finally all of you gave the works in before the last due date.” The teacher stated. “Thank you all for that. Some of the works are incredible, and I would like to applaud to Ethan specially this time. His work is truly amazing.” Mr. Kolinsky said and everyone applauded. No one had seen our works yet. We had to give them in before showing to anyone because the school was making a special event for it. Our works would be displayed in the local museum tonight. “Remember to come to the museum tonight to see your own works and appreciate the other works as well.

“What was your project about again?” I questioned Ethan as we were standing in the crowd of more than 20 students of our class and school that were involved in the project. “You’ll see. What was yours about?” he questioned back. “I had a “view of my dreams” to paint.” I smiled remembering my painting. “Oh, interesting.” He smiled back at me. We stood quietly as our teacher and principal did their talk telling everyone who had come to see how proud they were of us. “Well without any further hesitation, we welcome you to enjoy our student greatest works.” The principal smiled and people applauded.

I walked with Ethan by my side through the display hall. Seeing our classmate works, inspecting them and reading the titles and short explanations on what was the team of their projects. As I was lingering on a work by one of the girls I knew, Ethan had made his way to the next work. “Ou. A work by Y/n  y/l/n. “Only galaxies on my mind.”. The team of my project was to paint a view of my dreams. Here it is. My dream would be to hide in the hills with someone special, finding a waterfall and experiencing the millions of starts burning and lighting up the beautiful night sky.” He read out loud. I turned to him cringing ever so slightly. “Breathtaking.” He commented exploring the work with his eyes. “I could’ve done better.” I stood next to him criticizing. “Well, then next time this museum will be filled with only your paintings.” He added. “I want to see your work.” I whined changing the topic. I walked past him, taking his hand and dragging him through the hall. “What was the team?” I questioned as he made me stop. “It’s not important. Wait.” He said turning me so my back would be to him. He covered my eyes with his hands and guided me through the hall. “People are watching and thinking that we’re weird.” He giggled still holding his hands in front of my face. I laughed with him as we came to a stop. He uncovered my eyes. As I saw the painting my breath was taken away and left on the moon. He had painted the first picture he took. I had seen it before. Only the painting had some additional parts. Ethan had painted huge angel wings to my back and the light sunny sky from that day was replaced by a beautiful night sky with the moon shining. It looked so real, like a high quality picture, but my eyes took notice of the perplexed brush strokes and texture of the paint left on the canvas. My eyes slid over the painting multiple times before finally going to the annotation. “The angel that rules over heart.” Was the name of the painting. ”Created by Ethan Grant Dolan. The team of my project was to paint someone who I adore as a surreal creature, so I simply painted the girl I think is the most beautiful one in the world.”  I read the short annotation loudly, just like Ethan read mine. Only after reading it I realized what it meant. “I had to paint someone I adore as a surreal being.” He let the words slip out of his mouth freely as if he wasn’t in control of his lips anymore. I swear my heart had ripped through my skin and traveled to pluton and back by now. I turned to face Ethan. “Also, I wasn’t asleep in that history class. I pretended I was. I know that, that drawing I saw on your desk that day… those were my lips, right?” he asked looking in my eyes as I was already drowning in his hazel ones. “Yes.” I managed to get out. “You seemed to be struggling with that drawing.” He said taking a step closer. “Maybe I need to feel them, to draw them better.” The sudden confidence growing in my veins as my blood was racing. “There’s nothing holding you back.” he smirked taking another step closer to me, our faces incredibly close. I leaned in and as he mirrored my actions, our his soft plump lips touched mine and I swear I was swimming in the purple clouds while the sun was setting.

[impaladolan]

hey can u pls do a fic where grayson is like sm taller than the girl and he’s always like “youre so tiny”. and she just gets flustered whenever she notices how much bigger grayson is than her. 💌

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; being 5”2’ (and a half..) this is the perfect little concept to write! <3 and thank you for sending this in, babes!

Height Differences:

"God, you're so fuckin' tiny." Grayson smirked from a distance, his arms crossed as he watches you balance on your tippy-toes attempting to retrieve something off the top shelf.

In which you fail in doing so..

"Fuck off!" You laugh, turning to give him a devilish glare. You resort to standing on the kitchen counter, swiftly opening the cabinet to revel upon which box of cereal, that you've been trying to reach for a solid couple minutes, to choose.

"Here," Out of nowhere, his hand extends from behind you, grabbing the box you were going for while his other hand curved around the small of your back and abdomen, lifting you from the counter and setting you on the ground softly. He looked down at you with one of those cheeky, sinister grins, making notice of the height difference you both had to endure. He looked unattainably strong and large, like a seductive, monstrous being that could tear you apart.

"Here you go, shortcakes." He hands you his box, and you take it forcefully.

"We've talked about this, Grayson," You huff, setting the cereal on the counter, "I'm not that short, you're just absurdly tall." You go to grab two bowls, relying on your tippy-toes once again, and two spoons from a more accessible drawer.

"So five-two isn't considered short?" He slips his hands to your sides, standing behind you as you set each bowl down and slip the spoons to the sides of them.

"I'm five-two and a half, Grayson!" Notably ruffled by his touch, you proceed to pour cereal in your bowl, half heartedly ignoring his alluring presence. He crouches down to your height, planting a few kisses below your ear, his trimmed beard tickling your neck.

"Exactly my point." He turns you to face him, standing back up as he does so. You look up at him with a scowl, realizing; he towers you.

"I wouldn't say short, I'm just petite." You shrug your shoulders, crumbling under his hooded stare. His hair was grown longer than his usual clean-cut style and it shielded his eyes a bit, revealing a certain ominous look about him that made your body shudder.

"Y/N," He sighs, surprising you as he lifts you to sit on the counter's edge, "petite is short."

"No, Grayson, petite means small, not short." You roll your eyes, palming your forehead with irritation. It was a little bit of a touchy subject, considering the denial of your very own height. But Grayson can't help but love seeing you riled up.

"Stop lying to yourself, it only makes you shorter." He chuckles, the sound of it rumbling through your chest. He lays his hands flat against the tabletop beside your hips, his head completely level with yours and a cocky expression across his face.

"This isn't up for debate." It sounded harsh falling from your lips, but your voice broke near the end and you couldn't contain the laughter. It was kinda funny.

"Even if it was, I'd win." He grins, pressing a simple kiss to your lips.

"You always win.."

[euphoricethan]

Into the Woods - G.D

Summary: As Y/n and Grayson attend Ethan’s wedding, it makes Y/n crave her to-be fiancé just a little bit more.

Warnings: dom!grayson, somewhat expeditionism, unprotected sex, somewhat breeding kink.

Word count: 1k

A/n: this is something random i just wrote for the purpose of another blurb!! this is also inspired by @tatesweaterweather so credits to her:) hope y’all like it!

As guests at Ethan’s wedding, you probably shouldn’t be horny sitting at one of the round tables while the bride and groom give their toast. But you couldn’t help it.

The only thing you thought about, was Grayson and you being up there, giving a speech just as Ethan’s now new wife gave. And knowing just hours later she would be getting railed like no tomorrow made you somewhat jealous.

You wanted that with Grayson. So terribly bad.

That’s why, after she had finished speaking, and everyone had went back to their boring wedding conversation, you managed to slide your hand over Grayson’s thigh and squeeze lightly.

It caused him to jump up a little bit, and he looked over at you with curious eyes. You just curled your lips to a smile and act as if nothing was happening.

Thankfully, Grayson did the same and continued to talk with his Great Aunt and Uncle about something you weren’t necessarily interested in.

Until.

“So, Y/n, when do you and Grayson plan on getting married?” his Aunt asked, causing you to pay your attention to her and smile kindly.

“Well, that all depends on when this one decides to pop the question.” you looked over at him again while he just smiled as he felt your hand creep towards his belt and undid it’s buckle.

“You’ve got to do it sooner or later son, or else a pretty girl like her will find another someone.” his Uncle spoke now, and he grabbed ahold of his wife’s hands gently.

“It’s true, I was doing to leave him when he got down on one knee and asked me to take his hand in marriage.” she shook her head before she let out a small huff. “I laughed in his face and said yes.”

“That’s kind of sweet.” you admit.

You kept your face neutral as you slid your fingers into Gray’s pants to feel him already hard for you.

It made your heart flutter.

With your hand around him gently, he firmly placed both his elbows on the table and smiled a little due to the number of eyes that were on him.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, and you drew your hand back from his pants, and nodded while he quickly stood to move away from the crowd.

Near the entry way of the venue, there was a small trail that followed the restrooms.

Being that there were only two stalls, he decided there needed to be a different place.

That’s why he took you by the hand and drew you into the woods that was close by.

Once he thought you were far enough to where no one would see you, Grayson took both of your wrists only to pin you against one of the wide trees and hold them above your head.

“What the hell were you doing back there?!” he whisper-yelled, his jaw tight and his voice stern.

You didn’t get a chance to open your mouth before he spoke again.

“Jesus, Y/n, in front of my family.” you could obviously tell he was upset, not just because of what you did but, what you did.

He was frustrated both physically and sexually.

“Gray,” you said, but his grip only grew tighter as you spoke.

“Just shut up.” and you did.

You followed his orders as though you didn’t get to see this side of him very often and you liked the view.

But you wanted more. You wanted him to do more than to pull you from the crowd and pin you against a tree. You wanted him.

So you nagged on.

“What are you gonna do? Fuck me?”

You hoped it was a rhetorical question, and he was already thinking about it; with his hands already undone and his dick hard.

“Yeah, actually,” and he spun you around with your hands now free tugging down your tiny thong that was covered in your bridesmaids dress.

The cold wind that struck your core made you flinch slightly, and that made Grayson only want you more.

You listened as his fumbled with his pants, unzipping them and letting them fall to his ankles.

Soon, with your face against the bark, Grayson aligned himself with you and pounded into you quickly.

You left your mouth open wide, trying as not to moan while he continued his pace into your pussy.

“Oh,” you let out, and Grayson’s hand quickly covered your mouth and held your head up while you placed both hands on the tree.

“Shh.” he said between hard thrusts.

You moaned against his palm, feeling the knot in your stomach grow while you listened to his breathing increase second by second.

A few more pumps, and you were clenching around him getting ready to cum when you felt him pull out and his dick was in your face as you were forced to your knees.

“Finish me off, sweetheart.” You didn’t know exactly what had gotten into Grayson, but you did like it.

You did as told, and you were on the ground with one hand wrapped around his bothered tip and the other fondling his balls.

He leaned forward a bit, holding onto the tree with one hand as the other found its way to the back of your head.

As you slowly went down on his length, his hand pushed a little faster, causing you to gag.

He liked it, so he did it again. And again, And again.

Until he was ready to cum and he lifted you back up to finish in you.

You felt his warm shots fill you up, and you slowly moved back and forth on his dick just to tick him off.

“Enough.” he said as he pulled out once more to give you a long passionate kiss.

And soon enough he was pulling his pants back up and buckling his belt to leave you there with his cum in you and dirt on your dress.

[333dolans]

If By Chance // E.D

Summary: It’s been 2 years since she’d last seen him, what would happen if by chance they were to meet once more?

Tags: @rhyrhy462 @evergreendolan @dolansficsandpics @fangdolan @livexdolan @blindedbythelightt @baby-grayson @prettyboydolan @delightfuldolan @bingexdolan @sosweetgrethan @episkygrant @soledadgray @dolanissues @pineappledols @vinylhazza @hydrograyson @velvetdolan @baby-turtles @szadolans @cutestdolans @brockdolan @mercurygrant @abstractstardiva @guiltydols @blazedgraysons @blackpinkdolan @vintagedolan @babeygray @babey-gray @dolanpornhub @tadadolan @onlyyyariii @voidmalfoy @glossydols @nikesbailey @graysonsdol

If someone were to tell Aurora Beckett’s 12 year old self that by the time she was 20, she would of lost all contact with Ethan Dolan? She would of thought the notion to be absolutely absurd.

Since the first day of 4th grade when two identical boys approached her as she sat alone, leg bobbing up and down nervously and thumbs twirling together, the twins had decided then and there that she was going to be their best friend.

They wanted to make her feel included and seen. Although they knew all to well themselves how it feels to be alienated, they’d never been alone, always having each other. They swore that day she’d never feel alone again.

Ever since that day, they’d been true to their word. Endless amounts of movie nights, beach trips, late night snack runs. They had experienced so much of their teen years together. Aurora had caught herself gravitating more towards the older twin, finding a particular comfort in his vibrant presence. God knows she loves both of them with her whole heart and would drop everything in an instant for either of them, but there has seemingly always been something more between her and Ethan, just below the surface, yearning to be acknowledged. Yet here she was 11 years down the line, now having gone almost two years without so much as a hello from the only boy she’s ever been in love with.

When the twins turned 15, they decided to chase their growing career across the country from the state they’d all called home for so long. After a lot of tears and begging her best friends not to leave her behind, Aurora came around to their decision. She wanted nothing more than for them to be happy and if moving to Los Angeles meant they could follow their lifelong dream? She sure as hell wasn’t going to be the thing that stopped them, no matter how much it hurt her heart to wave them goodbye as they boarded the plane.

Everything had ran smoothly from there. They FaceTimed at every and any moment they could. They frequently flew back to Jersey for the holidays and birthdays, she would also fly out to California whenever she could. Her relationship with both twins remained strong and never once faltered.

That was until a certain twin began to drift, blaming it on meetings and work. This would of been a valid argument, were it not for Grayson, who confirmed that they in fact wouldn’t be busy when Ethan claimed to be swamped with business. It became very apparent that he was curving her, she just didn’t know nor could she understand why.

Was the new increase in fame getting to his head? He was always so grounded, so humble. Did he think he was above her now? Her superior? Maybe she wasn’t good enough for him? He’d always sworn her that she was the most important person in his life besides his family. These were the questions shed’d found herself asking every single day like a broken record.

Soon enough he’d dropped Aurora completely. She knew it was coming, she wasn’t naive, but it didn’t make it hurt any less when it did. Grayson kept contact as best he could, still asking to FaceTime at least once a month but she’d began to push him away. His face mirroring the boy she loathed but still craved so badly, it pained her to speak to Gray when his identical twin had caused her to cry herself to sleep most nights.

It had only been 4 months since she’d last spoken to Ethan when she discovered his sudden change of heart. The reason he’d ended their lifelong friendship? He’d met a girl. A gorgeous girl who Aurora later discovered to be called Arabella. He’d cut her off simply because he’d found a girlfriend? It didn’t make any sense.

But here she was now, sat on a 13 hour plane heading for the west coast. She couldn’t help but succumb to the memories pounding in her head, begging to fill her thoughts. All the times she’d been in this exact place making this journey, dying for the plane to hurry up and take her to the place she longed to be, wrapped up in Ethan’s arms. However, today she wouldn’t get to beeline towards the brown haired boy that filled her mind whilst awake and asleep. Today she would be picking up her rental car alone and driving towards her new start.

As she entered the door to her apartment, she found her racing mind instantly slowed. She already felt so much calmer in this place, it felt like home. Like this is where she was meant to be. She had received a promotion at her job, which happened to be located in the city of angels. Of course she accepted, the pay was incredible and she was never one to turn down the opportunity to travel and see the sights this amazing earth has to offer. It hadn’t even registered in her mind until just weeks before she was set to fly out that her once closest friends lived out there, now nothing but mere strangers.

She was just placing down the boxes after carrying them up the never ending flights of stairs that led to her new home, when she heard the notification. Reaching for her phone, expecting a text from her landlord, she was met with an all too familiar name.

From Grayson Dolan: Hey! I was just checking snap maps to see where the friend I’m meeting up with was and i saw your bitmoji. You’re in LA? Since when? For how long?

To Grayson Dolan: Hi G, I just moved out here for a promotion! I live here now i guess haha. We should grab coffee!

She didn’t know why she asked him to meet up, they hadn’t spoken in a long time and it would surely be awkward. Before she had time to overthink her decision too much, she received a reply.

From Grayson Dolan: Name the time and place and ill be there, I’ve missed you so much Rory.

To Grayson Dolan: Missed you more Grapeson!

From Grayson Dolan: Oh no we are not bringing that back.

To Grapeson🍇: Too late! Pick me up at 4 if you’re free?

From Grapeson🍇: See you soon love x

She couldn’t fight off the beaming smile that pulled at her lips. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss her best friend, after all he’d tried to keep contact. She’d let her feelings for Ethan get in the way of her friendship with Gray and ultimately lost one of the brightest lights the world had to offer. She’d be damned before she let herself mess that up again.

[alrighttherescarhead]

𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔! 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔! 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔! (𝐺.𝐷)

Warnings: fluff and swearing.

”Gray, I don't feel so good.” you confess as you waddle over to him. He welcomes you with open arms, pulling you into him - draping both arms around your shoulders - and places a firm kiss atop of your head.

”Shit- you wanna go back to the cabin?” he questions lowly, pulling away a little to look down at you.

”It’s a fricking house, Gray! Stop calling it a cabin!” Ethan yells, sitting on a surfboard - next to Kyle - just a few feet away.

”Bro, shut the fuck up! Can't you see I'm talking?” your fiancé scowls at his twin brother before looking back down to you.

”Would you mind if I did?” you mumble, meeting his gaze.

”No, of course not.” he places a hand on your swollen tummy as his opposite arm snakes around you to rest on your lower back. ”they goofing around in there?”

You sigh with a nod, placing your smaller hand over Grayson's. ”they've been at it all day.”

An enormous grin creeps its way onto Gray’s face as he starts to feel slight thumps against his hand. ”Jesus, you're not kidding!” he exclaims, kneeling down to be level with your tummy. Now he has both hands positioned either side of your bump, along with an ear, wanting so badly to just hear something. Anything.

”You boys good in there?” He coos, rubbing a thumb soothingly over your stretched and reddened skin.

”wait, are they moving?” Ethan asks, making his way over to squat down next to his brother. Grayson nods, still grinning. The soon-to-be uncle was still yet to feel his nephews kick. You take ahold of Ethan's hand and place it on your lower stomach, just in time for him to feel the babies kick.

”Holy shit! Gray, you feel that?” he asks, beaming heartily towards is own twin.

”I feel this every night, bro. Right before I'm about to go to sleep.”

You couldn't help but swoon over the sight in front of you. Both boys had a hand placed on your stomach as they both babbled away to the twin boys inside you. Every now and then, Grayson places a loving kiss to where his boys kick and utters things to them, such as ”you boys need to stop giving your mama such a hard time” and ”daddy can't wait to hold you” causing your heart to beat a million times per second.

As much as you loved the attention your boys were receiving, you still didn't feel good. If anything, you were starting to feel worse.

You place your hand atop of Graysons to grab is attention, earning him look up and lock eyes with you.

”I'm sorry bub but I really need to lie down. My heads going all fuzy.” you murmured, placing a hand on your back for some kind of support. Your fiancé curses before rising to his feet. Ethan does the same.

You were both about to head back to the cabin, hand in hand, before Kyle speaks up. ”Wait guys, can I get a couple of photos real quick?”

You couldn't say no. They were here to make memories, not take naps when you needed to.

”cant we do it later? Y/n needs-” you cut Grayson off by letting go of his hand.

”Make it quick.” you wink playfully, laughing when gray abruptly runs over to his twin brother.

”I actually wanted a photo of you with your hands on y/n tummy”

”no, bro, she don't feel too good. We’ll take a decent photo later, let’s just take this one for now.” Grayson rushes, placing both of his hands over his abdomen.

Ethan raises a brow in confusion. ”Dude, what the fuck are you do-”

”Just fucking do it, Ethan! I don't have time for this!”

”Jesus! This is so dumb.” Ethan complains but complies, nonetheless.

Both boys stood still with their hands placed over their abdomen. Grayson decides to pose with a cute little smile, where as, Ethan goes with the I-dont-know-what-the-fuck-im-doing kind of look.

Kyle chuckles, snapping a photo of your sexy future husband along with your brother-in-law doing the silly pose. You couldn't help but let out a little giggle at their goofiness.

And from that moment on, you knew that your baby boys will take after their wonderful, loving father and childish yet mature uncle E. It was inevitable.

[preferredrealty]

Red - Grayson Dolan

I have no idea where this came from? I just started typing and poof. 

It was dark, cold and eerily quite as Grayson crouched behind a wall. His heart pounding in his chest. The distant sounds of yelling and screams made him jump as he slowly moved along the wall, the black gun clutched tight to his side.

Moving with stealth he ran from the wall into a empty building, raising his gun as he searched his surrounding. A set of steps lead to the second floor, opening into a large room with empty window frames giving him a vantage point of the warzone below.

He could see shadows moving, hear the occasional silenced gun shot.

A creak from behind him had him whipping around. Gun raised.

Then he felt in, a pain in his side.

His hand raised in front of his face, shaking as he stared at the red liquid coating his fingers.

A figure approached him, a sensual sway in their hips.

“Sorry lover.” An all too familiar voice teased.

Grayson gasped.

“You traitor!” He yelled.

(Y/N) smirked as she crouched in front of him. Reaching up to remove the mask from her face.

“I warned you baby. I take paintball very seriously.”

Grayson pulled off his own mask looking down at his protective vest now covered in red paint.

“But -but I’m your boyfriend!” He pouted. (Y/N) giggled as she leaned forward pressing a kiss to his pouting lips. “You’re also on the opposite team.” She smirked patting his cheek as she pulled her mask back into place, disappearing back into the dark.

“Fucking damnit (Y/N)!” Grayson heard Ethan yell from somewhere in the giant warehouse, he couldn’t help but chuckle – his girlfriend who was a total sweetheart was a ninja at Paintball

[jtsfavslut]

Stages [4/6]

Description: In which a girl goes through six stages to realize and accept the fact that her marriage is going downhill.

Stage Three: Revenge

- Stages 1

- Stages 2

- Stages 3

- Stages 5

Description: Yeimy plans a way to confront Grayson about his affair, only she doesn’t want him to think she was affected.

Warnings: Yeimy goes psycho, cursing, threats, mentions of serial killers but it sounds funny.

Word Count: 2.6k+

After Grayson ended the phone call, you went back to the kitchen and cried.

You cried like a fucking bitch. But you had the right to. Someone just broke your heart without a tad bit of care. 

You felt disgusting for letting him touch you that way, even if it wasn’t your fault, he was the love of your life for the love of God.

You wiped your tears and with a few deep breaths, you looked as happy as ever, thanks to the powers of being a woman and childhood trauma. You walked into the room as if nothing happened, sending him death glares when he wasn’t looking. 

“Hey, whatcha eat?” he asked with a smile that made you sick to your stomach.

“A few fruit roll ups,” you replied casually, thanking those few theater classes you were forced to take in high school, giving you the ability to act casual. 

“Oh nice,” he replied and went back to his phone, while you glared the fuck out of his face.

Hatred wasn’t enough to describe what you were feeling for him at the moment. You despised him if that was enough, for betraying your trust, for playing you as if you were some kind of special edition monopoly. 

You stayed quiet for the rest of the night, on your phone until he finally went to bed. 

You knew he was a deep sleeper so you waited a few minutes to make sure he was really asleep and carefully grabbed his phone from the nightstand, typing in his dad’s birthday, unlocking it, and going to his recent calls. 

The last called being ‘love <3’ you clicked on the contact and your heart rate dropped immediately. 

You knew that number from the bottom of your heart, ignoring your feelings you checked the messages with that number, taking pictures with your phone, while your stomach was filled with disgust, hatred, anger, and hurt. 

You quickly put everything back the way it was, making sure to close all the apps, and placed his phone back on the nightstand while your mind ran faster than the speed of light. 

You didn’t cry. You couldn’t cry, you were too upset too, however, the punching bag that Grayson used to practice with at the little gym area in your basement felt a tad bit relieving. 

It was 2, almost 3 in the morning and you were still in your basement, crying and punching, beating the shit out of the innocent bag that your imagination made sure to place his and her face on, letting out all your anger on it.

You took a short shower, washing away some part of your anger and memories from the night, and made your way to one of the many guest rooms to try and get some rest. 

And a week later you were on your way to his office. Ethan had told you it was everyone’s day off today, including Grayson’s; While Grayson told you that he had two meetings today. 

You had made sure to pack all of your belongings before leaving the dreadful property, that was once your happy home. 

Your black and highly expensive Louis Vuitton heels made clicking sounds as you walked inside the building, your skin-tight black dress wrapped around your body oh so perfectly, hugging your curves exactly the way you wanted it to.

“Grayson, Ambar,” you said, walking inside his office to be met with Ambar straddling Grayson on his office chair while his lips were on her neck, that was until they heard your voice causing them to jump up and pull away from each other. “Lovely to see you both,” you sarcastically added and sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. 

“What the-,” Amber began saying as she got off from his lap before you cut her off. 

“Ambar, you shut the fuck up,” you calmly said, moving up your glasses to your forehead. “You’re lucky I go to church now” you muttered.

“Yeimy what are you doing here?” Grayson had the nerve to ask, making you chuckle. 

“Oh, what a great question Grayson, I’m actually here to give you this” you smiled holding up a manila folder before placing it on his desk. 

“What is this?” he asked, picking it up from his desk. 

“Divorce papers. I don’t want to be associated with your pig cheating ass pendejo self,” you shrugged.

“Don’t talk to him that way,” Ambar shouted, getting closer to you, too close for your comfort. 

“You dear, are hilarious. You know how I get Ambar, and I suggest you shut your fucking mouth the fuck up before I have to remind you,” you said through gritted teeth while getting up from your chair causing her to take a step back.

“I’m not scared of you Yeimy,” she laughed, yet you managed to hear the nerves within her laugh, making you laugh. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me, I just want you to remember about the time I almost went to jail because of you. Remember that? How I almost murdered someone because of you, because you pick fights and run away. Remember, how I slammed her head on the table. Because I sure know I do,” you said recalling a certain event from the past year, you don’t even remember what it was about, because it wasn’t your fight, it was her. She messed with the wrong people and someone had touched you and Karina making you join in and clean her mess while she went away. Luckily the girl didn’t press charges otherwise this would have been a different story.

“That’s just psychotic,” she scoffed and you shook your head. 

“Nah, I think it’s more Ted Bundy like, but that’s not the point,” you replied, getting fed up with the conversation.

“The point is you and you are dead to me,” you said pointing to her and Grayson noticing Grayson had an unreadable look on his face. 

“My lawyer will be here on Friday to pick up those papers, and I expect them to be signed by then Grayson. Don’t waste any more of my fucking time,” You added picking up your purse and putting your glasses back on your eyes.

“Have a nice drive back to your home Grayson, espero que te pudras en el Infierno, hijo de puta. ( I hope you rot in hell son of a bitch. I'm sorry Lisa I love you) You smirked as you walked away swaying your hips as your hair bounced with every step you took.

You finally reached the parking lot, where Grayson’s freshly painted Buggati laid, the car that he had rambled on and on about until he finally got it. 

While you happened to have a nice fresh bat in your hand, that accidentally busted all of his windows open.

“What are you doing you psycho,” Ambar said running over to you while Grayson stood frozen by the entrance. “You think you’re Harley Quinn” she shouted, ripping the bat off of your hands. 

“I mean she is hot, so thanks” you shrugged, and pat your dress to get any pieces of glass off. 

“Grayson’s mine now, and you’re mad just admit it,” she said causing you to laugh.

“I feel bad for you, that man couldn’t care less about you, you wanna fucking see?” you asked and she lifted up one of her brows challenging you. 

You quickly wrapped your left hand around her neck, slamming her against the car while her face was filled with fear. “You see, he didn’t move an inch,” you said and let go of her and wiped your hands on your clothes. 

“Just remember something Ambar. I made you who you are today. I begged Grayson to let you work here, I let you stay at my house when you got kicked out of yours, I fucking fed you when you didn’t have enough money to even buy a pack of Ramen. And I don’t like to talk about the things I do for people because I do them out of love, but just remember that without me you wouldn’t be shit today. Without me, you would have no job, no house, and no car. But I wish you well,” you said and began to walk back to your car. 

“I wish you both well, have a nice fucking life, Dolan. Oh and you might want to do laundry, all your clothes smell like me, actually the entire house does,” you said before getting in your car and speeding away to who knows where. 

You couldn’t go back to your house since it was no longer yours, Karina was at work. And all hotel check out started at three and it was barely 1 pm leaving you with only one choice. 

“Get in Grant,” you shouted at Ethan through the open car window. 

He got in the car and didn’t speak, noticing your tense state, and he didn’t speak for the rest of the drive to your favorite spot. The beach. 

“He cheated on me E. He cheated on me with Ambar,” you cried once you put the car in park and took off your seatbelt. 

“I’m sorry Yeimy, I’m so fucking sorry,” he said and his arms immediately wrapped around you pulling you closer to him. 

He let you cry on his shoulder until there were no more tears left for you to cry. 

You lifted your head off his shoulder and he got out of the car, walking over to your side and opening your door. 

“Come on, take off your shoes,” he said once he noticed you were wearing heels, you quickly bent down and took them off, carefully throwing them inside your car. 

He took your hand and led you down the sand, where he found a nice rock for you both to sit in. 

“I don’t know if you want to talk about it, but I’m here to listen if you’re willing too,” he softly said as you laid your head on his shoulder once again. He sent a quick text to Karina to let her know what was happening and she replied that she would be there as soon as possible.

“It was so obvious E. So fucking obvious, he would leave for work three hours early and come back at three am with lipstick stains all over his collar, he wouldn’t kiss me anymore, he wasn’t even wearing his ring. And I saw all of it. I saw it all, but I pushed it to the side like a dumb bitch. And then he returned back to his normal self for about a week, and everything was alright, and I know this sounds nasty, but we had sex one night and I went to get a snack and when I came back he was on the phone with her. Telling her how he only did it so that I would lay off of him. And I cried for hours E. And what hurts the most is that I still love him,” you ranted but he listened. 

He listened to every word you said because you were important to him and you were hurting because of his twin. He wanted to punch him so badly for hurting you. The only one that knew him for who he was, the one that wanted nothing for the best for him, the one that left it all behind just so that you could be there for him, to be there when he needed you the most. He couldn’t understand why he would do such a thing. 

He wanted to know what was going through his brother’s mind. But at the same time, he didn’t even want to see his face in pictures. 

“Yeimy, I know everything I’m going to say isn’t going to help much, but it’s the truth. I have no fucking idea of what is going through his mind right now. And I hope he comes to his senses soon, even if it’s too late. And I know that as his brother I should be defending him, but I can’t. I can’t because this is his mess not mine, and the same way he got himself into it he can get himself out of it. However, Karina and I are going to be with you every step of the way because we love you and you don’t deserve any of this. Hell, no one should go through this. And as for Ambar, you knew I never fucking liked her, her vibes were always off. And she should be thankful because you helped her when no one else did. You’re a good person Yeimy and you’re gonna get through this, I know you can” he reassured you giving you a tight hug making you feel a bit better. 

You sat in silence until Karina arrived, where she talked to you and let you cry on her shoulder just when you thought you were done with crying. 

“You know, I just want to know what I did wrong,” you sighed looking into the horizon, where the sun seemed to be getting closer to meeting the ocean water. 

“You did nothing wrong, bebe. You did exactly what a wife should do. Now where is E, I’m hungry,” she said, asking about her husband's whereabouts. He had left about 20 minutes ago to go get food for all of you.

“I don’t know, he should be here soon tho,” you shrugged as your hand played with some sand. 

“Yeimy, y dónde te vas a quedar?” Karina asked where you were going to stay since it was pretty obvious you couldn’t go back home.

“In a hotel until Thursday, I went apartment hunting the day after his phone call, y encontre uno, caro but it’s LA so you know. (and I found one, it’s expensive)” you shrugged and pulled out your phone to show her your apartment. 

“It’s so cute Yeimy, how many rooms?” she asked, scrolling through the pictures. 

“Three rooms, it’s the only one that was available, and it’s only three thousand which is not that bad,” you shrugged and she nodded her head.

“You have money, and you’re working at Vogue now. I love having rich friends,” she joked, making you laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Ethan asked from behind, making both of you jump up, he sat down handing out burgers from some restaurant he liked. 

“Nothing, just that Yeimy is rich. Also, did you see her new apartment?” she asked him, unwrapping her food and taking a bite.

“No so show me,” he said and you handed him your phone with the pictures. “How are you gonna get your jeep there, you can only drive one car at the time you know?” he asked, making you chuckle. 

“One of ya’ll can take it there for me, and I’ll just drive this one,” you shrugged referring to the car you took here, a Tesla that Grayson insisted on you getting. 

Karina said she’ll take it for you, and you ate your food in silence, the only sounds coming for the animals and the waves.

After that, you went to your hotel and cried. 

You cried until you fell asleep. (me as fuck)

Stages 5

Tags:  @angelgrayson @rhyrhy462 @333dolans @vinylhazza @foxglovedolan @dolanissues @mercurygrant @persistence-ofmemories @dolansficsandpics @blindedbythelightt @kinkygrays @pineappledols @the-evolution-of-stupidity @evergreendolan @beatement-l @graydolan12

[spearmexiao]

Has anyone seen Nash Grier lately? He’s a dad. He’s vegan. He’s married to a gorgeous poc. The character development is immaculate.

I bet Grayson is uber jealous of him lol. But hopefully Grayson gets what Nash has in the future.

[starkeyboy]

quarantine ° ed

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

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

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

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

he let out a laugh and smiled at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

quarantine wasn’t so bad after all.

[annaleadreamin]

Ethan Dolan Imagine:

Why do you have to take a picture of me?” Ethan asks, while you face your phone towards him.

“For evidence. No normal human being wears a jacket to the beach.”

“Many people wear them to the beach!” Ethan momentarily searches the beach and lands his eyes on a couple, a ways down from where you are. “Over there! They’re BOTH wearing jackets.”

You laugh. “True, but they’re light ones. You brought a freaking winter jacket out here.”

“A winter jacket you gave me.”

“I know, and it looks great. But do you have to wear it everywhere??”

Ethan looks down and adjusts the jacket. “Of course! If my lady buys me something, I have to flaunt it!”

You roll your eyes but ultimately smile because him wearing the jacket out and about only shows his affection for you. Your smile turns into a heartfelt grin as you snap a picture of him, that you’ll cherish forever.

[elitegrayson]

Have you thought about maybe writing a smut where y/n chooses to wait for marriage to have sex? Do you think you could write about Grayson and y/n sleeping together for the first time on their wedding night? Thank you. 🤍

this sounds beautiful :’) your wish is my command and i hope you like it. these pics kinda give off hubby gray hehe. ENJOY!! (i haven't written smut in a min so i apologize if it's bad)

Featuring: Grayson x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing.

Growing up you’ve always known you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. It seemed like everyone around you was losing their virginity and they were. Your friends would always tell you stories of how they lost it in a school bathroom or behind a venue after a concert. You cringed at the thought of doing it in an extremely unsanitary place. It wasn’t the setting that made you want to wait, but the person you’re going to lose it to. 

Sex to you was a very powerful experience and once you do this act, a little part of you will be left with that person and vice versa. That’s why your best friend now is still not over her first even though he’s made a clear he did that want her. But that’s beside the point. When you met your now husband, Grayson, you figured to let him know that you were a virgin when things got a little serious. He understood completely which made you feel safe and comfortable.

Most guys would ignore you or pressure you into having sex anyways, but not Grayson. He obeyed and respected your wishes as he should. He could think it was the stupidest idea in the world, but in the end, his opinions wouldn’t have mattered. You are his girl and he loves you very dearly. So if he has to wait until marriage to get a taste of you then that’s what he’ll do.

He made his way over to you so you guys can make your grand exit. Everyone started to create a pathway so that you could walk through it. Confetti was being shot in the air and you couldn’t be happier. You are officially married to the man of your dreams and you are finally Mrs. Y/n Dolan. It rolls off the tongue beautifully. As you made your way to the end of the stairs, Grayson opened up the door for you.

“Here you are Mrs. Dolan,” He smirks, gesturing his hand out in front of you. “Why thank you, Mr. Dolan.” You send him a smirk back, lifting your dress as you slip into the car. You roll down the window so you can say goodbye to everyone once again. Today was the best day of your life and you couldn’t stop smiling. Once Grayson was in the car, you guys drove off to your destination.

“So how do you feel, doll? I still have the butterflies lowkey.” He asked taking your hand in his and massaging it slightly. Even though you guys have been together for three years, he still sends shivers down your spine. But you couldn’t lie you feel the same way. 

“I’m in shock, Gray. This all just seems unreal. I can't wait for tomorrow, France is going to be beautiful.” You hummed, giving his hand a little squeeze. It was a hard decision trying to figure out where to go. You guys have been to Cabo, The Bahamas, Greece, and hell even Australia. But after months of planning, you guys agreed on France. This next week was going to be magical.

“Just wait until we get to the hotel.” He murmured. You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment, but you figured you’ll just wait and see. After what felt like hours on the highway you guys finally arrived at the hotel. Just by looking at this outside, you knew this place was fancy.

 “Hi, how may I help you tonight?” The ginger-haired lady asked sending us a warm smile. “Hi, we have a room for you two under Dolan,” Grayson responded as the lady typed away on the computer. “Alright, I have you down for the lover's suite which is room 623. Here are your keys and congratulations!” She answered, giving us one last smile. We thanked her and started walking toward the elevator. You started to think about the surprise Grayson has planned.

New car? No that wouldn’t make sense. He wouldn’t even be able to keep his mouth closed about that.

What if it’s that Dior bag you were looking at? You’ve been talking about it for months maybe he got you that.

No wait it has to be a Tiffany Co. bracelet? Every time he took you to the mall, you made sure to walk past that display. Grayson has his slow moments, but I know he can take a hint.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you were already in the room. “Okay doll imma need you to do one thing for me yeah?” Grayson stopped, turning towards you and taking your hands in his. “I need you to close your eyes and keep ‘em close as you walk in and don’t open until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?” 

Your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, anxious at what could be behind this door. “Gray I’m nervous as shit.” You sigh, feeling your hands get clammy by the second.

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’re gonna love it. Now close your eyes so I can guide you in.” Grayson reassures you as you slowly close your eyes. You hear a “click” followed by the door being opened. He places his hands on your shoulders and you began to walk forward.

“Alright, just a few more steps…..okay open!”

You open your eyes to see the room decorated from top to bottom. Red balloons at the ceiling while red petals covered the floor. There were 2 glasses of champagne on the dresser while the bed had petals in the shape of a heart with both of your initials in the middle.

You were in utter shock, but tears started to brim within your eyes. “Gray I-I don’t even know what to say this is all so beautiful.” You managed to choke out as he ran to your side.

“I’m so happy you love it, doll. I wanted you to know that for you, I’ll always go above and beyond. You’re everything to me.” He smiled, wiping the tears that fell down your face.

“I love you, Grayson Dolan.” You smiled, standing on your tippy toes, so you can press a kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss which quickly turned into a heated makeup session. He picked you up which caught you off guard, but you wrapped your legs around him anyway.

Grayson led you to the bed while surprisingly not breaking the kiss. You started to moan softly in between kisses which only fueled him more. He started to remove your clothing while you did the same. You guys have had intense make-out sessions before, but something about tonight feels different. You felt butterflies in your stomach again, but you knew this feeling felt right.

Now only being left in your bra and panties, you pulled away from him and looked up. His lips were a plump pink, his biceps and abs were toned, and his eyes were full of lust. This is the man you married and now you were about to be one with him.

“I’m ready, Grayson. I’m ready to feel all of you.” You declared, biting your lip slightly. You’ve waited all this time and it’s finally here.

“If you feel uncomfortable we can stop whenever okay, doll? I know this is your first time and everything and I don’t wanna-“

“Gray, please. I just need to feel you.” You whine, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Needy girl aren’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

With that he started pressing pepper kisses to your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly. He went from your neck to your collar bones and ended at your boobs.

“Sit up so I can see those pretty tits, huh?” You felt your cheeks get warm, nonetheless, you obeyed. He removed your bra as you laid back down on the bed. Gray took one look at what was in front of him before he started to caress your left boob.

“God I can’t wait to just devour you.” He growled before wrapping his lips around your right nipple. The more he sucked, the better it felt. You started to squirm under him at the sensation. You’ve heard of nipple play and nipple orgasms before, but you never thought you’d reach one. A feeling started to stir in your stomach and Gray noticed it too because he stopped immediately after.

“Why’d you stop? That felt so good.” You pouted, hitting him in his bicep. “I wanted to tease my girl. But don’t worry it’s all about you tonight.” He winks, taking your body while he presses more kisses against your stomach. Your pussy was so hot by now, that you’re sure he felt the heat. When he reached your panties, he lifted your body slightly so that he could slide them off.

“Y/N, how are you already soaking for me? I barely did anything.” He purrs, sliding his pointer and middle finger up your pussy in the shape of a “V”.

“Like you said I’m a needy girl…Daddy.” You figured you’d try something considering it’s your first night. 

“Daddy huh? You’re dirtier than I thought, doll. Now let Daddy take care of you.” Grayson pressed a few more kisses across your thighs before he started eating you. His tongue was licking your folds like you were his last meal. You’ve always imagined what his tongue would feel like, but this exceeds your expectations.

Your hands found their way to his beautiful brown hair, tugging at what you could hold. A loud needy moan escapes your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. The louder you moaned, the tighter he gripped your thighs, his fingertips turning white.

“Fuck Grayson, your tongue feels so fucking good. Fuck!” You pant, starting to lose control as your hips buckled. 

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Y/N. You taste so sweet.” He whispered, lips glistening with your juices. You wanted to bring him up so that you could taste yourself, but then he sticks a finger in.

“Holy s-shit,” You managed to spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This feels like heaven, you thought. The wet sounds of your pussy & your moans were filling up the room. “You like this huh? You dirty girl, tell Daddy how much you like it?” Grayson hissed, adding another finger which just drove you crazy. 

“I love it, Daddy! Please I’m gonna cum!” You cry, almost yelling. “Mm not yet, you better fucking not.” He demanded, removing his mouth and fingers. This angered you once more, but you knew what was coming next. He got up to pull down his boxers and you saw his dick smack his stomach. You’ve seen him naked before but this was something else. 

Grayson was huge and you being a virgin was about to be in for a “big” awakening. “You ready doll? I will go easy on you. Don’t wanna hurt my precious girl.” He smiles, caressing your cheek. “I’m ready, Gray.” You return the smile, anxious for what was to come.

He slowly slips it in and your eyes immediately go shut. Grayson hovered over you, arms by each side. 

He was going slow as he said, but it took a minute for you to adjust to his size. When you were finally adjusted, you didn’t want him to stop. He noticed you were comfortable so he started to pick up the pace. “Oh...my...god,” You gasped in between thrusts. “How does it feel, baby? Am I doing good?” He asks, as one little curl fell across his forehead. “Good? You’re doing amazing, daddy. Go faster, harder..” You moaned as you gripped his arm. 

Grayson followed your wishes and started pounding into full force. Moans and whimpers started to escape his lips as well as yours. “God damn Y/N, you’re so wet and creamy. I love the way you feel mama.” He whimpered softly, now grabbing both of your legs and putting them on his shoulders. He’s fucking you so hard now, you swear you’re seeing stars. “Don’t stop…please. Feels…so good.” You whined, watching your boobs move to the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see you touch that pussy of yours.” He slurred as you obeyed. You used your dominant hand to rub your clit in circles. “Yeah just like that. Don’t stop either, doll.” He moved your left leg to his right shoulder, which allowed him to move deeper into you. 

You continued to play with yourself, your hand getting sloppier with each motion. You felt yourself reaching your high, but you couldn’t keep up for much longer. “Grayson I’m getting close, but my hand it’s getting tired.” You sighed, slowing down your pace.

“Keep playing until I tell you to stop.”

With that, he was using everything in his body now. The bed was shaking and the slaps of your bodies were all that was heard. “Fuck! Holy shit Grayson!” The sheets were coming off the bed because of how hard you were gripping them.

“Cum for me baby. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cream all over this dick.” He grunted as you felt yourself release on him. “Shit shit shit,” was the only thing you could say at this point while he was reaching his end too.

“Fuck doll, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re so good, baby shit!” You felt him release into you, his cum filling up your tiny hole as your body shook beneath him. Grayson slowly pulled out and you felt the mix of your cum and his leak out of your pussy.

He took his pointer finger, inserted it in you then put it in your mouth so you could taste the both of you. You licked his finger clean and he pressed his lips to yours so that he could have a taste as well. He laid down next to you, embracing your body in the process. He moved the sweaty hair from your face so that he could give you a forehead kiss.

“You were amazing, beautiful. I love how vocal you were.” He expressed, giving a kiss to your lips once more.

“So were you. I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself for the rest of my life.” You giggled as he laughs as well. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have me. Nobody but you.” He responds which made your heart flutter. This is the man who you gave yourself and you couldn’t be happier.

“Goodnight Mr. Dolan.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Dolan.”

[fanficksandimagines]

“I’m just a fuck up.” - E.D.

A/N: Here’s another Ethan Dolan Imagine for you all to enjoy.

 I’m sorry for not posting for this long, I've been busy, and I actually was supposed to write and draw a decoration planing for school, but you know what? School can wait and give me some rest because I've been stressing too much lately. This imagine includes some sadly popular topics that you can hear all around. There’s mentioning of under aged alcohol usage and drugs.

Word count: 2218

Ethan Dolan Imagine. ( I promise the next one will be Grayson)

Warning: Alcohol, drugs (As previously mentioned) self-consciousness. 

Quote of the imagine:

“ Yeah, sometimes you make poor choices, but it won’t make me hate you.”

The peace of the night interrupted by loud music beaming from speakers so loud you could clearly hear the lyrics through the house walls just standing on the other side of the street. Yeah, I could clearly hear Kendrick Lamar singing Humble all the way here. “Ugh.” I let out, indicating that I didn’t want to be in this spot, not even near here. My phone started ringing in my pocket. I picked it up right away not bothering to check the identity of the caller. “What?” I asked bothered. “Where are you?” I heard my friend Vanessa shout through the phone over the same lyrics I was hearing here. “I’m here.” I grunted unamused. “Where ‘here’?” she kept shouting. “Outside the house.”

“Well then come inside.” She said in a duh tone. I took in a deep breath still over thinking, should I attend this party or not. You see I’m the kind of person that doesn’t get invited to parties. I’m not popular, I don’t have boys drooling over me, and I don’t smoke and party all the time. I prefer staying in my room reading books and painting, the most exciting part of my life being my mind with the endless amount of fantasy. For once I was invited to a party my classmates were throwing. I found it sketchy, until I figured out that everyone from class was invited by our teachers demand. “Alright.” I said and ended the call. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. I crossed the street and walked up to the door. There was no point in knocking so I went right in. I was greeted by Vanessa, my closest friend in class, she was talking to Eva. “Finally you’re here.” Nessa said smiling and giving me a hug. “Yeah.” I smiled back. “Hey!” Eva greeted also giving me a hug. “We have a new arrival!” I heard Ethan cheer behind me making me jump slightly. “Here’s a drink for you Y/n.” He handed me the infamous red cup. It was clear that he was intoxicated. “What’s in this?” I asked looking at the dark liquid. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Something with a lot of vodka.” He informed a hiccup interrupting him. “Thanks.” I smiled, holding the cup in my hand, not thinking about drinking it. He walked away after one of the other guys called his name. “Okay, remember to party.” Nessa said patting my cheek. We had had an argument previously that day. The topic being this party and my pessimistic view on it. She still seemed pissed about it. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll probably leave in 20 minutes.” I said sarcastically. “You know what? Fuck you. I’ll go have fun with others since you’re clearly no fun today. Have fun on your own.” She spat walking away. Great. I walked through the unfamiliar house, alone with my red cup, trying to find a place to just hide away and spend my night on the phone.

Later through the night I saw Vanessa talking to the popular girls, she was clearly drunk. The all looked at me and laughed turning back around. I stood up from my spot and walked somewhere in the kitchen, finding the table that held all of the alcohol. Somehow, where the alcohol was, Ethan was. I won’t lie, seeing my crush slightly drunk was amusing. “Y/n! Want a drink?” he asked spotting me. “You know what? Fuck it. Give it to me.” I said taking the red cup and drowning the unknown liquid all at once. It was burning my throat like hell, but it felt pretty good. I put the cup down. “Good right? You need to ease up, baby.” Even if I had a huge crush on him, his words didn’t really affect me, he was known for his flirty personality and charisma.

The party was going on full blast, Ethan got me drunk. Not completely wasted, no, I was only in a carousel. We were in the same drunken state, holding each other up as we were talking about some stupid stuff no one cared about, except for us. “Yo, Eth? Come outside. Ed has some good stuff.” Luke said mentioning for Ethan, who was holding me up, to go outside. “I’ll be back. You good?” he asked as I held on the wall to steady myself. “Yeah. Just don’t be out there for too long.” I warned smiling. After Ethan walked outside, I talked to some other people. From them I heard that the guys that went outside were doing drugs, which made my stomach turn. I didn’t like that at all. Getting drunk, I didn’t mind, but drugs is a whole other story. After a little while Ethan still hadn’t shown up. The talk in the group died out and they all went somewhere else, leaving me alone. I was sobering up, meaning that my mind started to work somewhat properly again. Ethan doing drugs was scaring me. I cared about the guy more than ever, maybe I didn’t show it, but it doesn’t mean that it was all false. I decided to walk out to the backyard and check on them that were still there. I walked out through the same door they all went through. As I stepped in the cold night air, my skin was covered in goosebumps. I looked around the place, it was empty. Then I noticed a dull light coming from the small shed. I walked over to it and knocked on the door before walking in. It was only Ethan, Grayson and Edgar there. Grayson was lying in a bean bag, seemingly passed out while Ethan was giggling about something. Edgar on the other hand seemed worried. “What are you doing here?” he asked nervously, yet sharply. “Nothi-“ I started before I saw that Ethan wasn’t laughing, he was crying. “What’s wrong with him?” I asked cutting off my answer. “I don’t know, that’s why I didn’t let him go back inside. I think he took some of the pills I said not to. He hasn’t said a word in like 10 minutes. Before that he kept saying that it was hurting.” Edgar stood right in front of me his voice low and filled with worry. “What was hurting?” I asked my heartbeat picking up its speed as I got nervous. “I don’t know, he just kept repeating that he’s in pain. I don’t know what he took. I told him not to touch anything.” He explained pushing his hand through his hair nervously. “And what’s up with Grayson?” I asked seeing his calm body lying in the corner on the bean bag. “He just fell asleep, he was too drunk to smoke.” Edgar said. “What do we do with Ethan?” He asked again. “Ethan, hey! Can you tell me what’s wrong?” I asked pushing Edgar to the side and walking over to him. He didn’t even look up at me. “Ethan, talk. Please.” I said placing my hand on his wrist as he was holding his face, covering it. “Hurts.” Was all he said. Suddenly Edwin grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the small shed. “What are you doing? He needs help.” I said confused. “That’s why I did it. He doesn’t seem to be in the mood to talk. What do we do?” he questioned. “I don’t know. Maybe we should call an ambulance or something.” I tried to think. “We can’t do that!” Ed refused. “Why? Ethan is in pain. We need to get help for him.” I stated the obvious. “Don’t you get it? We’re all under aged and drunk, we can get in serious trouble for this!” he had a point. “Wait. You said that Ethan took some type of pills, right?”

“Yeah, I just don’t know which ones.” He was frustrated. I stormed back inside back to Ethan. “Eth, can you stand up?” I asked kneeling down beside him. He tried to stand up, clearly his head was dizzy, I stood up and put his arm around my shoulder to help. “We’ll go outside and you’ll have to listen to me, okay?” I instructed him as we made our way outside. “Go get water and paper towels.” I said to Edgar, whilst walking Ethan behind the shed. “You’ll have to throw up, alright? We need to get those pills out of you.” I informed still scared for him. He pushed his fingers in his mouth gagging. “Common. Think about anchovies.” I said remembering his hate for the food. “Here.” Edgar came back around, and as I turned to face him to take the water bottle I heard Ethan throwing up. He threw up a lot, seemingly getting out everything he had in his organism. Edgar had gone back in the small house, feeling guilty for letting his best friend go to this state. I patted Ethans back handing him the paper towel. He whipped his mouth spitting a few times. “Here.” I said handing him the water bottle that I had already opened for him. He took a sip and spit it out rinsing his mouth and trying to get the awful taste out. Then he drank a bit of the water, straightening his posture. “You okay now?” I asked still concerned about his wellbeing. “Better, yeah.” He said his voice radiating shame. “I’m sorry you had to see this.” He whispered obviously tired. “I think you should go home.” I informed as I saw his exhausted face. “No. I can’t do that. My parents will kill me. They already hate my guts.” I knew all about it. I wasn’t stalking him, don’t get this the wrong way. Sometimes we just had these conversations; he opened up about stuff he didn’t talk about to others. He had trouble with his family, all of these misunderstanding and fights, parents getting a divorce, the uneasy and sad atmosphere he had to live in at home had led to drinking and drug using. “Well then come to my house. No one is home anyways. You need to get some rest.” I stated the obvious. He seemed to think about it. “Why do you care Y/n? No offense, but just… why? Others would’ve just left me there. Forgotten about me. But you just show up and take care like it’s your job. Why? Why would you care about a fuck-up like me?” His words fell over his lips like poison. “I just care. You’re not a fuck-up, Ethan.” I didn’t know what to say. I was at a loss of words. “Why can’t you just hate me like everyone else?” he asked angrily. “Well I just can’t, okay? You’re not a fuck-up and I don’t hate you, like it or not. I care about your well-being. Yeah, sometimes you make poor choices, but it won’t make me hate you.” I started pouring words from my heart not my head for once. “Why?” he spat. “Because I can’t control my heart. I love you god demit! Even if you are a fuck-up.” My voice was angry and breathing heavy. Only after that I realized what I had said. Ethan was quiet and standing still like he had cold water poured all over and I’d freeze him. My heart was pounding and cheeks burning, what did I just do? “Crap.” I whispered under the pressure of all the tension surrounding us. “How can you- how can you even consider liking someone like me? Someone so shitty and stupid? I’m never good enough for anyone. I always fuck things up and I always fail. I- I just don’t understand what could you possibly like about me.” His head was hanging low as he was going over his words. You have to agree, It’s heart breaking to see someone thinking like this about themselves. “Your smile.” I whispered, but he heard. Ethan let out a chuckle signaling his disbelief. “I like that you care about others and put your brother before yourself. I like that, no matter what others say you’ll still do what makes you happy, and won’t let their opinion get in the way. Honestly there’s a lot to like about you, I just don’t want to sound like a stalker or something.” I had cut myself off before I went into rambling. He let out another chuckle. “I don’t believe that, though… And if we would ever be a couple you’d realize it.” He said while sitting down on a rock that stood by the corner of the shed. “What if I wouldn’t?” I questioned wondering. “See, the best part about this conversation is that there is no way you can prove me wrong.” He stated looking up at me from his spot. “There is.” I informed confidently. “And that’d be?” he asked yawning. “Let me take you on a date.” I dropped my words. There was nothing to lose, really. Ethan did look a bit taken back. “Shouldn’t I be the one taking you out?” he questioned. “Is that a nice way of saying ‘no’?” I raised my eyebrow. “No, no, no, no. It’s a yes, I’m just- I just never thought that a girl would ask me out on a date.” He said standing up and brushing his pants. Wait, he said yes? “It’s definitely a yes.”

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [10/-]

summary: memories.

warnings: fluff, angst, & a little bit of swearing

a/n: i really liked writing this part, no matter how long it took me.. haha..

tag(s): @dearestbailey !

note: for purposes of respect, his father’s name is Brutus Dolan.

"Please be careful, your friends are pretty reckless. Especially at night, Grayson." Y/N warned with a worried glint in her eyes, a sore, unwanted feeling settling in the lowest part of her stomach.

Wrapping his muscled arms around her, he reassured her with a soft hum that vibrated against her neck. "I'll make sure they're careful, sweetheart." He tightened the embrace, like he was holding on for the very last time— in which he would..

And she returned it just as taut, as though she could foresee the unforgivable future..

"Y/N?" His mellowed voice shook the air around him as he questioned her name, withholding the tears that would soon fall the moment he left her arms.

"Yes, Grayson?" She held onto his name, letting her tongue slide over it for the millionth time. It'd never get old, the way his name made her heart flutter and her head spin.

"You know that I love you.." He took a large breath in, exhaling slowly through his nose, "And I want you in my future, for the rest of my life, however long forever lasts." His cheeks warmed as his eyes filled to the brim with the pain and acknowledgement of the near future.

"Just stay with me tonight, I'm sure your friends won't mind." Y/N could feel the doubt and sadness that washed over his tanned skin, and it made her heart sink. She wasn't sure what it all was, but this goodbye felt different.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He withdrew his firm grasp of her, settling his eyes on her own saddened ones. She suspected something, he could tell, but she would have no idea of what is to come in the later hours of this very night.

He slipped his calloused hands around her cheeks, faintly drawing patterns with his thumb as he took in her face for what could be the final glimpse. And before he could control himself, he rested his lips against hers in a rhythmic beat, holding onto the lasting feeling of her lips on his.

So surreal.

"I love you too." Her words boomed in his ears and made his heart pump ten times faster, after breaking away from each other's warmth.

Grayson let her words sink in through his ears and blend into his blood, caging her voice in his head for the rest of eternity.

He took a couple steps back, sparing one more glance before brushing his fingertips against the door handle, leaving with a quick huff and slam of the door.

If he wouldn't of left then, he would've never been able to leave ever.

Tears began to trickle down his face, staining his cheeks red as the wind whipped against his face and his choked-up sobs closed his throat.

Y/N didn't shed a tear, she had an eerie feeling, but she couldn't bare the thought of a life without him— so she didn't think of it at all.

-

"That's impossible.." Your voice gloomed as your brows furrowed into a dark mix of confusion and surprise, bringing that inordinate sense of tears filling your eyes.

You wouldn't cry, not in front of him.

You aimlessly searched the room with your wandering pupils, anything to stray away from meeting his mournful gaze. "He died ten years ago, in a crash.." Those very words made your stomach churn and uproar with anger and hurt. An unexpected sob rushed its way through your mouth and broke the barricade of tears that filled your eyes, short hiccups following in suit.

"There's a lot of explaining to do, I know, but please trust me—"

"You expect me to trust you?" Anger now rushed through your burning veins, your stained cheeks becoming a fiery red. The overflowing amount of tears that seeped from your eyes had rolled all the way down your chin and neck, the fabric of your shirt absorbing the warm liquid.

"No Y/N, I don't." He began with his jaw clenched, frustration beaming from his countenance, "But please let me explain myself, I beg you." His hand slid its way around yours, but you declined his warmth and drew your hand away.

You didn't respond right away, although the desperation had clouded your head and you took a seat. "What's his favorite color?"

"Green."

"Brothers name."

"Ethan."

"Sister's na—"

"Cam."

"Favorite food."

"Pancakes." He smiled.

"Birthday."

"December 16, 1999."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"Fuck you." You oh-so-softly smiled, your stomach fluttering. You were convinced, surprisingly easy, but you couldn't help the familiarity of his face and body, though there were a lot of differences as well...

The two of you stood in silence for what could possibly be forever. You wiped the drying tears from your cheeks, sniffling the remnants of your emotional state away.

"Would you like to talk in the garden?" He questions, breaking the pause and raising his arm just enough for your own to hook around it, a pleading smile curving his lips.

Oh, how you wanted to giggle and wear a cheesy grin like you would've done all those years ago, but everything has changed. You've grown up, matured from teenager to adult, dealt with the side effects of losing a loved one at such a young age.

It wasn't easy after he left.

"I guess.." You answered, crossing your arms over your chest. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of your skin on his, something he's taken for granted.

Saddened, he lets his arm fall back to his side. "I forgot how stubborn you were." He chuckled, motioning you to follow as he began a walk in an uncertain direction.

"You've forgotten a lot of things.." You murmured, sighing as you begrudgingly trail after him.

It wasn't too long of a trail to get to what you assumed to be the backyard of such an estate, which of course had an utterly beautiful and blooming garden. The both of you were stood on the cement patio, halfway dry and wet from all the rain, you had noticed.

"Here." He handed you a pair of bright red rain boots, eerily the correct size. He had his own, purple rubber covering almost up to his knees as a plasticy yellow coat hung on his shoulders. It was a humorous sight, such an intimidating man looking like an eight year-old excited to play in the mud.

Child at heart, huh.

He helped you into a smaller coat like his, making it difficult to hold back an awful grin. You didn't share any words as the two of you began the path that led to the garden of sorts. There seemed to be two sides; one for vegetables and one for all the colorful flowers.

"It wasn't my choice, y'know.." He spoke aloud, walking side-by-side with you down an aisle of vibrant purple and blue tulips. You hummed in question, traveling your fingers softly over the delicate petals of a certain petunia, a rosy pink one that faded into white.

"To leave you that night, unknowingly saying goodbye for the last time. I didn't want to do it."

"Then why did you." It was more of a demand from your lips than a question.

"My father needed me." He seethed, an anger arising in his tone at the remembrance.

"I needed you." You stated under your breath, sucking in a large breath. "Who were all those men in that room the other day?" You questioned, changing the subject to ease his frustration.

"My men, and I'm sorry abo—"

"No you're not, you enjoyed that." You knew he would try to apologize for embarrassing you in front of a crowd, but does he really think you're that innocent to believe him? Not anymore, now.

He kept silent, although a small smirk crept on his lips. "Explain who your "Men" are." You had had enough of all the questions in your head, and now seems like the perfect time to discuss them, finally get some answers for once.

"They work for me and my business. It was my father's before mine and Ethan's." His low voice echoed outside, bouncing against all the trees and wildlife.

"How's Ethan?" You pondered, slightly wondering if she's seen him at all.

"He's doing fine, a ladies man from what the boys say." He chuckles, sticking his hands in his pockets. "We haven't been talking much lately, just business inquiries and such. He misses you, a lot."

"I miss him too, and Cam." You reminisce on all those old memories, smiling to yourself. "How's your mother? The last time I talked to her was graduation." You furrow your brows, sorrowful that you hadn't kept in touch with such a kind women.

"She's as good as ever, still compares everyone to you." He smiles too, showing those pearly whites that you were so used to.

"Grayson?" The mention of his name on your tongue gave him shuttering goosebumps, something he didn't think he'd ever hear again.

"Yes, Y/N." The two of you completely stopped to face each other, his brows crossed and your eyes full of question.

"Tell me what happened.. that night, when you left me.."

-

Grayson slammed his fists against the steering wheel, on the brink of screaming and cursing the world for its cruelness as tears fell rapidly. Eternal hatred filled his lungs, and the air around him poisoned all the happiness he had ever had a grasp of.

And it was his fault.

Brutus, his father, whose heart was made of stone and his mind of brick, took away the only thing that kept him sane in such a sickening world.

Y/N.

“You have no say in this, son. You knew this day would arrive, and now it has.” Brutus’s cold stare burned into Grayson’s eyes, unaffected by his own child’s mourning.

Grayson didn’t fight back, he hardly moved from his seat that was set in front of his father’s large, stained desk. His entire body hurt; first beginning from his heart, down his legs, up his neck, and finally pooling within his eyes.

“You have one final goodbye with her. Follow my instructions, Grayson, and you’ll thank yourself later on.” Brutus stood, barely acknowledging the sorrowful man hung low in his chair.

“I’ll never forgive myself.” He hoarsely whispered to himself, straining the sobs away— lost within himself.

His heart shattered as he followed through with his father’s word; a faked death alongside his brother.

to be continued...

[spookysanta]

dreams. (e.d)

Summary: her mind conjures up questions in the middle of the night and they have to be answered immediately. 

Pairing: Ethan Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: bad writing, mentions of the (impending) apocalypse

hello! here’s another blurb for you guys while i finish up the next part of online. this is really short, too.. sorry :/

UNEDITED

**** 

Her mind wanders at night. Maybe not to things that are relatively important, and maybe not to things that fall under the category of “coherent”, but she can’t help it.

Her dreams are strange, too. And she’s a believer of “dream meanings”, in that—while quite strange—the events that take place in her dreams are symbolic of things that will happen in the future. And possibly, she eats pizza before bed sometimes; that could be a reason for her strange mind-happenings, but it’s an ongoing investigation at the moment.

They laid together in bed on Thursday night. It was late and rainy but she was determined to get a full night’s rest (even with her boyfriend snoring obnoxiously in her ear). Her mind began to drift away, with the topic of the evening being: “which cartoon character would survive the apocalypse?”

Obviously, the answer to this question was Dexter from Dexter’s Laboratory or Mojo Jojo from the PowerPuff Girls.

Her eyes popped open, turning over in her boyfriend’s grasp around her waist. She poked him on the cheek. “Bubby.” She whispered. “Baby.”

“Hm?” he hummed. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved him off, desperate to get to the real issue. “I have a question, and I need you to answer it as honestly as you possibly can.”

“By chance, is it a question that can be asked in the morning?” Ethan grunted.

“No! It’s got to be answered now.”

He sighed. “Alright. Lay it on me.” He already had a hunch of where this was going, because guess what she had eaten before bed?

“Which cartoon character do you think would survive the apocalypse—Dexter or Mojo Jojo?”

Is she serious? He thought.

“You woke me up… to ask me if Dexter or Mojo Jojo would survive the apocalypse.”

“Mhm.” She nodded as she watched his brown eyes open to stare at her. She knows he was trying to determine if she was losing her mind—which, she’ll admit, he does often—but this was an important question that needed answering.

“Well, I don’t either of them would survive.” She felt him shrug around her. “If anyone at all would survive the apocalypse, it would be Courage.”

“The pink dog?”

“The pink dog.” He repeated with a scoff, “he is a legend.”

“He definitely wouldn’t last through the apocalypse.” She shook her head. “He’d be scared to death—literally.”

“You asked for my opinion, and I gave it to you.”

“It’s the wrong opinion.”

“Okay fine, who else would you put on the list of “apocalypse-surviving cartoon characters”?”

“Timmy Turner, no doubt.”

“Definitely.” He replied with a laugh. “As soon as he hears about an apocalypse, he’s callin’ up Cosmo and Wanda to protect himself, his friends, and his family.”

“For sure.”

“Y’know who else would survive? The Teen Titans. But I mean, if we’re being totally honest, the only member that has anything to worry about would be Robin.”

“Why’s that?”

“He has no powers, E. The only things he has going for him are his fighting skills and his metal stick thingy.”

“Well, he’s got Raven, Starfire, Beastboy, and Cyborg to protect him. I think he’ll be fine.”

“And what will Beastboy do protect him? Turn into a bird? I don’t think so. Robin’s a goner.”

Ethan was wide awake now, not even because of her shenanigans, but because he was laughing so hard at her logic. “Who else?”

“Oh! Pinky and the Brain. Brain is safe—duh—and Pinky is…well, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Ren and Stimpy, too. Maybe both will be safe because Stimpy will do anything at all to please Ren; if Ren says to get in the bunker, Stimpy’s gettin’ his ass in there.”

“Y’know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you’re crazy. And I think that we should go to bed.” He yawned, kissing her on her forehead. “But you’ve made some valid points, so how about we sleep on it, and reconvene in the morning?”

“Fine. Fine.”