#grayson dolan fanfics

[ruerecs]

im really missing them and might start writing for them, MAYBE! depends how this poll does. i'd love some dt mutuals tho!! <3

[ruewrote]

𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

GRAYSON DOLAN

the only one

close call

ETHAN DOLAN

[shadesofsturniolo]

telling my kids this is the sister squad

[chrispydreams]

I fear.. my type might just be "coolest youngest in the group"

[alrighttherescarhead]

Imagine you're having a water birth with Grayson:

“AHH- I can't I can't I can’t” you wail, gripping tightly onto each of Grayson's arms. You were sure to leave nail indents but gray didn't care at all. All he cares about is you and your baby that was now making it's way into the world.

“you’ve got this sweetheart” he coos into your ear from behind you. “relax for a sec- breathe-”

“I WANT THIS FUCKING BABY OUTTA ME” you screech, letting go of this forearms and flipping around to kneel with your legs spread wide. You throw an arm around grays neck and rest your forehead against his shoulder as your free hand goes down in-between your legs.

You start pushing again and let out a cry. “I HATE YOU AND YOUR MASSIVE FUCKING HEAD”

To say that Gray felt bad was an understatement. “‘m so sorry I-”

“Shut the fuck up!” you snap, startling the poor boy.

She doesn’t mean it, she’s just in pain Grayson repeatedly told himself, watching your whole body tense as you begin to push, again.

Your arm, that's around graysons neck, tightens as an agonising pain shoots throughout your body, causing you to scream.

“FUUUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” You cry.

After a few seconds you were able to catch a tiny breather. “No more babies- please? I can’t handle it, it’s too painfu- AHHHHH!” It was short-lived.

Grayson agreed, nodding his head hastily. He doesn't think he can see you go through this type of pain ever again.

“I got it, sweetheart. No more babies- no more babies” he reassures you, brushing your sweaty hair back out of your face.

[impaladolan]

y/n putting on a random cowboy hat at a rodeo she randomly got invited to. basically the rule is you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. grayson is the cowboy 😉

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; ugh, just thinking of grayson as hot cowboy really gets me goinggggg… like come on 🤤

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy :

“Look at ‘‘em go!” You and a bunch of your girlfriends squeal and holler as your favorite rider busts out of the cage on a wild bull. The man, whose face was covered with a red bandana and a cowboy hat shadowing his eyes, had a hand in the air for balance and the other tightly gripping the leather saddle tied around the bull.

The rider, whose name you thought was Grayson, stayed put on the bucking animal, making the whole crowd roar with exhilaration about his time.

You were new to the scene, this being your first rodeo, but you were enjoying yourself. You were buzzed after a couple “country beers” and pumped up with all the buzzing excitement around the arena.

The rider was beginning to lose balance, and everyone began to chant his name. He held tight until his saddle loosened and he jumped off before he’d get any injury.

The crowd bellowed again, obviously stunned at his great time on the bull. He ran to the nearest fence and climbed, conveniently right in front of all you girls

“Hey.” He winked and everyone squealed— even you cracked a smile. He tore his bandana from covering his face and you sighed, engrossed by his heavenly features. His gaze eventually landed on you after eyeing the large crowd of dumbstruck girls, and it stayed.

He tipped his hat at you, which earned him a wink in return and he chuckled.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He took his hat entirely off and held it at his heart, only hanging onto the fencing with one hand.

“Y/N. What’s your ride’s name?” You crooked an eyebrow to the bull that continued to buck and writhe against the helpers trying to get him back into his cage.

“Peaches.” He grinned, looking back over towards the cattle, a lasso wrapped around its body now, being guided towards an exit. He tosses his hat to you and jumps from the ledge and back onto the dirt, blowing an arrogant kiss goodbye.

“I’m sure he bucks a lot better than you!” Out of nowhere, you hear your voice remark as you sink the cowboy hat onto your head with a challenging grin.

The man stops in his tracks to turn and look at you with feigned offense, a smirk growing in his lips.

“I’d hope to prove you wrong.” He shouts before hustling out of the open field and into the safety of the pit.

You laugh, along with the other girls who turned to you and began to gossip about the blue jean, white muscle shirt, southern looking handsome who seemed to have a knack for flirting.

You watched him a bit for the rest of the night. He cheered on his mates and was hootin’ and hollering for each of the riders that went up and gave a show. He was pretty charming, near and far, though you never thought you’d be attracted to a farmboy.

You cheered and howled until the night came to a close and you and your friends began to exit the fun. The hat was still planted on your head and the girls around you continue to gawk about what had happened.

“Excuse me, miss.” You stopped at the familiarity of that southern twang and turned around with sheepish grin, half embarrassed by your little remark from earlier.

You didn’t think you’d have to see him again.

“Yes, sir?” Your friends kept moving, giggling and whispering while you stood there alone, watching him stride toward you slow.

“Don’t know the rules?” He cocked an eyebrow and crosses his arms, visible little muscles strained against his skin and the sleeve of his shirt.

“And what could those be?” Your friends seem to be long gone, leaving you to the devices of a wild man with such nice looks. Not to mention his soft looking hair that partially covered his forehead. And God, the stubble along his jaw couldn’t go unnoticed either.

“Must be new.” He was close enough that you could smell his woodsy scent. He began to circle you like prey, his boots clicking against the asphalt as he walked.

He stopped in front of you and looked at your hat, your eyes, then your lips.

“Wear the hat,” He drew his hand up your side and titled his hat back, “ride the cowboy.”

pt. two???

[annalisesturnioloxo]

i was just rewatching some old dolan twins videos and it made me realize that the dolan twins to sturniolo triplets pipeline is BEYOND me!! ☝️😀 now i was… and still am… a grayson girl!! so i feel like you would expect me to be more of a matt girl with the triplets but NO!! i throw in a curve ball and im a chris girl!! expect the unexpected!! 😟

[1-800-rh]

In which a girl’s favorite youtuber reaches out to her to help make a prank for his twin brother. secretly though, she’s his favorite youtuber as well.

Grayson Dolan x Y/n.

full book is on my wattpad :)

𓆩♡𓆪

SHE SMILED with glee as she kept refreshing her profile. y/n had only been asleep for 3 hours before she was bombarded with messages & phone calls from her agent. it felt like a dream to have her favorite YouTuber follow her, let alone like & comment on her most recent post.

she didn't want to get her hopes up just in case it was just nothing . she considered that maybe it was just grayson showing support for a smaller youtuber. she sighed as she poured herself some coffee.

as the silence swallowed the ambience, she looked around at her empty apartment. she couldn't help but feel a bit homesick. as much as she was grateful to have everything she's dreamt of, there was a part of her that just felt empty.

she couldn't help only shake her head as she brought herself back to reality, thanks to the help of her phone ringer. she rolled her eyes as the notifications kept going off.

her heart stopped at the sight of a specific message. she had to put her device down before glancing at it one more time to make sure she was seeing correctly.

(see image above)

maybe it was somebody pretending to be him. as y/n clicked onto the dm , she felt herself trembling with anticipation. as she clicked open the message, a blue verification flag was next to his name.

she screamed as loudly as possible before she composed herself enough to muster up a response.

moms.spaghetti:

thank u ! means a lot to me! coincidentally you & ethan have inspired me to do what i love most. and i would be honored to do a collab with you guys sometime !

she continued holding her phone in her hands, trembling as she awaited a response. after it had been a good 5 minutes, she gave up & thought about going on with her day. it was just him trying to be nice & make her feel welcomed into the youtube community. she had received plenty of similar messages so she didn't think to hard about it.

it was shortly after that she had begun working on other projects that she felt her phone vibrate. her heart once again sank as she turned it on to be met with another message from grayson.

GraysonDolan:

sweet! :) we're glad that we inspire you!

we should definitely plan for that collab sometime! add me on snap , its GraysonDolan . what's urs ?

y/n squealed with glee. this had been the best thing to have happened to her in a while. everything she ever wanted was finally paying off. she stopped in her thoughts, she couldn't get ahead of herself. the boys probably had partners. this crush she had on them was only her imagination. there was no way she would ever be their type, she'd just been watching too many edits of them.

once she responded to his dm with her own snap, she didn't think twice as she opened up her snapchat & made sure she had him added on there. all she could do was just wait for the add back. it could potentially take days, considering how many people try to add them-

there was a ding.

she glanced down & saw that she had been added back. along with that came a message from grayson, again.

y/n had to take a moment to gather her thoughts. this was real life, right? or was she dreaming? no, there was no way she was dreaming. everything felt too real to only be a made up dream.

grayson:

heyyy :)

just wanted to thank you again for taking up our offer. e is a huge fan of your vlogs , so am i!!

it would be amazing if we could record a prank on him. lmk what you think!!

y/n:

of course! that would be awesome. would you mind if i filmed the process to it for my channel?

the two ended up texting for a good chunk of the day, both just planning out their video, a good date & how it would go down. not only that but they were also just getting to know each other a little better. y/n was able to open up to him about how horrible her social anxiety was & how being a content creator has helped her in social interactions.

grayson opened up to her about the downside to being male content creator ( crazy fans, stalker, etc.) but that at the end of the day, they could only feel gratitude over everyone who has gotten then to where they are today. they bonded over ups & downs of living on their own in a whole different city. before they realized, the day had full disappeared & it was time to sleep.

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she fiddled with the straps on her backpack. her stomach was filled with butterflies. it had been two weeks of texting & planning the prank grayson & her would pull off on ethan. there was so much that was going on that she couldn't fully pinpoint her mind onto one thing. her only thought was that she was going to meet THE grayson dolan. after years of watching him, she was going to be able to meet/ work with him.

her thoughts continued jumping around.

it was then that a strong smell of cologne hit her nostrils.

"y/n?"

she turned & saw the teen standing before her. y/n scrambled to find the perfect words to greet him with. " hi. nice to meet you."

"nice meeting you too. wow this is awesome. hey thanks so much for agreeing to do this prank with me. ethan is going to flip when he finds out."

y/n watched him as he continued blabbering on about the prank & how good it was going to be. it was only a couple of seconds later that he managed to realize that the girl was just staring at him, sitting in silence. "i'm sorry. where are my manners. i had you meet with me here at starbucks, least i can do i get you something."

he gave her a toothy grin. she could only shake her head & mutter , " just a water is fine. thank you." he nodded as he walked to stand in line.

y/n mentally kicked herself. she could text him with no issue but in person? she became shy. whyyyyy? she sighed as she watched the boy come back with drinks. " so let's talk about it. how will this happen? "

" well i was thinking that we could start off in the warehouse. you & ethan could do record a 'truth or dare' video. meanwhile, i'll make some noises through the building. that way he's getting an eerie feeling. then you could have him check out the-" y/n blushed as she could feel his stare on her.

"um did you have anything you wanted to add?" she quickly grabbed her pencil & started scribbling away at her ideas notepad. he shook his head 'no'.

"i think so far i like your idea. continue."

"well...um.. long story short i would just basically play the role of a creepy stalker, i think i'd even wear a disguise to give you guys the creeps. i could just make noises around you guys, let him see me a couple of times so he knows someone is there but you play it off as if no one was there."

he laughed & nodded. " i like that."

she could feel her nervous jitters melting away with every moment he made her feel comfortable. they would end up being in the coffee shop for an extra 3 hours. just talking some more but also putting the plan into action. it was all set. the next step was to get a disguise for the following day. afterwards, y/n would wait for the perfect time to break into the warehouse.

as she drove home, her phone vibrated. she smiled at the sight of the messenger. it had been grayson.

Grayson:

goodnight !:) had lots of fun excited about sunday !!

[exclusivedolan]

woah! it’s been a very long time since i’ve been on here… where’s everyone? how is everyone?

[farfrombuck]

now that the dolan twins are back I really CRAVED a fic I read a long time ago, it was about grayson flying to Positano and finding a love interest there, does anybody remember it? did they delete them all?

It was so well written my God!!! I will always remember it

[lanascurse]

: ̗̀➛ Some of my DR deets

JJK DR

Oddly enough, this is the one I tend to be most private about despite it being my main. I’d love to share soooo much but it’s all too personal. I’m part of the 2006 gang, and have a lovely s/o who I adore to death ! I scripted many things out (kenjaku dies off wayyy before 2018 lmao) so the plot is sort of similar , but I added my own tweaks to it? Also, my CT is related to crystals. I might explain it more in detail one day?? Idk if anyone cares tho but I love it sm. I’m considered a semi-special grade honestly…? It’s confusing but I’m definitely not a low grade 😋

Obey me! DR

Honestly my biggest concern about this reality was the language bc the game is meant to be in Japanese but I can’t imagine them speaking English 💀 the thing is they’re all demons living in “hell” so wouldn’t they have their own special language? Idk but I guess we’re all gonna be fluent in Japanese lmao. Anyway, there is so much chaos in the reality it’s so fucking fun. Lucifer is pissed 24/7 but I’m lowkey scared of him so I try not to slip out of line often. My S/O is Solomon because something about him hits diff 😍 I love my guys Mammon and Levi too but I don’t feel a huge connect to them in a romantical sense. MY OUTFITS TOO!! I mix the devildom and human realm fashion and it’s absolute perfection!! Also, even though there’s no sunlight in the Devildom, I will NOT be deficient in vitamin D 🥰

YouTuber DR

This is a fun one for sure. I’m basing this reality around sister squad mainly because first, iconic ass squad. Second, I eventually want Grayson Dolan as my s/o…I used to be Ethan’s lane lmao. I scripted for us to get together around 2020 since this is their “maturing” era. I have a YT squad of my own and we blew up in popularity years before we got involved with others YouTubers. I know James, Emma, and the twins personally, and quite close with them. And for fun I interact with Shane Dawson and Jeffree Star cuz why tf not? Doesn’t mean I wanna be their friend but they carried 2018 YouTube, let’s be so fr. 2018 is our prime year, my squad and I are drama free for the most part, even when people want to drag us into a scandal. Also making LA more ideal because…I think we all know why. Love this DR 😫

Waiting room

A cute cottage near the cliff-sides of Scotland where I have my bunnies, and all my cats (including the deceased ones). I chill, script, and am filled with absolute love and positivity. This is the place where time truly slows down and allows me to enjoy life. I get to watch edits of my dr’s (w me in them ofc), read goofy fanfics, and can literally summon anything or anyone I want ! It’s technically my dream life but without a career ;)

Haikyuu DR

In love with this anime/manga forever and always. My story goes deep so I won’t get into it too much but my s/o is most definitely Oikawa Tooru. I am a manager for Karasuno’s boys volleyball team and honestly might be like Hinata with how many encounters/friendships I develop 😭 I’m a second year so I’m close to Tanaka and Noya (two of the biggest doofus dingus heads ever I love them sm). My childhood best friend is Kageyama which creates an interesting dynamic around us imo. Wayyy too much to spill about this DR so imma keep it short !

Alice in Borderland DR

I was contemplating this one because it’s so creepy yet interesting. My occupation outside of the borderlands is still confusing to me because I haven’t given this DR any attention, but what I do know is Kuina will become my mf girlfriend. Have you seen that woman? Like idgaf about Chishiya, move over !!!!

Fame DR

I’m an actress with a background in musical theatre, and come from a successful family. I have some notable roles that led me to winning quite a few awards. In this DR, I have an older brother because I want to know what it’s like to have a sibling so bad. Idk why this is the reality I chose to experience that tho. I am friends with some of my fav celebs, ANDDDD one of my cousins is a K-POP idol as well!! We got them connections, y’all. NVM I don’t want a particular s/o in this reality but if I do end up with someone, I’d prefer it be a woman bcuz male celebrities do NOT hit the same :/

felt like yapping about my dr’s sorry. uh thanks if you made it all the way to the end. subscribe and like plz 🙏

[chilling-seavey]

For the question thingy, both about 'Confessional'. Question 7 and 26

Thank you for submitting, anon!! 💕

Confessional

7. What inspired the idea for the plot?

Actually, a Dolan Twins fanfic on here back in 2019 😂 The blog is deleted and the fic is long gone but I remember reading this Grayson fic about him being an angel to his community, very religious, and living next door to the reader and he sees her through their bedroom windows and then eventually she’s home alone and he comes over and la di da… it was the first properly sacrilegious smut I had ever read and it left me gagged and thinking about it for months after so I wanted to try writing my own!!

26. Wild Card! I'll tell you a fun fact about this fic!

I actually had it written a few years ago (2021ish) and then stumbled across it again and thought it would be about time to polish it up, do some serious editing, and try my hand at posting it! Thank God you guys are as filthy as me and enjoyed it 😋💕

[chrispydreams]

Can you imagine how iconic and top tier it would be for the Sturniolo triplets to make a video with the Dolan twins as their youtube comeback? omg

[flowery-mess]

My love💗 first of all thank you for this update while you're going through hard times, we appreciate it and I hope you're doing okay💗

And where to start now... my Leena and Noah🥹 I loved this story since the first chapter and now we're here, with full ass family and engagement, who would've thought. I loved reading about those two maturing together, fighting for each other and becoming healthy people for each other. It was an amazing story and I'm glad I could be there from the very first chapter!💗

Btw I will never forget about that part where Leena talked about her dad buying her place next to her dead mother at a fucking graveyard, that was really memorable line😂💗

(Photo credit to @darling-millicent-aubrey’s post)

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

We made it. We fucking made it. The end of Leena and Noah’s story. It’s been a rollercoaster. The special, surreal story that this has become blows me away. To think that I started this with a broken heart and a silhouette of an idea.

Thank you to my regular, dedicated readers. Thank you to those who gave me feedback of any kind. Thank you to the friends I’ve made because of this story. For those of you who checked on me during this difficult time of my life.

Every last one of you reading this. Thank you. After writing notes: I'M NOT CRYING MY EYES ARE SWEATING. For the love of God, listen to the title song the entire time. I hope you like it. :)

Warnings: Fucking marshmallow fluff, my guy

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing @malerieee @jilliemiw86 @thisbicc @xx-like-a-villian-xx @diabolicdiatonics

Part 12 - If I’m There

Two weeks. We had two weeks. Were we trying to figure it out? No. Were we talking about it? Nope. Were we acting as if the last six months had almost never happened?

Pretty much.

Mileena and Addison had all but moved back home with me, their things making their way back little by little every day.

‘I don’t want to annoy Lauren, her and Nick are living together now and she needs space!'

‘I just need a few things, I promise I’m not planning on crowding you.’

‘I can always move back into my place once the tenants leave. It’s no big issue.’

Yeah, I shot that one down pretty quick.

I was constantly reminding Leena that my girls being home made me happier than I had been all year, but she continued to be insecure and refused to believe me. Despite my reassurances, she still insisted that she would not assume I would forgive her for what she put us through this year, and that she still had making up to do.

Interesting perspective, given I had long forgiven her, and was now enjoying my days more than ever. I could write music with a clear head, I ate dinner with my daughter every night, I slept next to my best friend.

She had lost her mind entirely if she thought I was letting this slip away again.

I found myself thinking of her while I perused the grocery store, grabbing not only mine and Addison’s favorite snacks, but hers as well. Sour Punch Straws, blueberry bagels, and snack cheese. When I walked to the check stand, the bouquet of flowers stared at me, daring me to get them for her.

Was it too much? We hadn’t agreed we were back together. I was afraid to spook her. Was getting her flowers too forward?

But they were orange and black daisies…

So I walked out of that grocery store with her snacks, a can of her favorite flavor of Redbull, and a bouquet of Halloween color daisies.

Wow, I’ve become so fucking soft.

Didn’t matter. Because when I stepped in the doorway, and she came to help grab the bags from me, and she laid eyes on the arrangement in my hand, her eyes sparkled like I hadn’t seen in so long. She wasn’t even a flower person. She couldn’t keep a plant alive for longer than a week. But seeing the smile playing on her lips, I knew she was swooning back from the gesture.

Smart fucking move, Sebastian.

Our day passed easily, moving through motions fluidly while tossing small smiles at each other. We cooked dinner in the kitchen, singing and dancing to Addie’s favorite movie soundtrack (currently Moana), while she squealed in her high chair and bounced to the tune.

Bathing Addison was back to being a team effort, given she was trying to climb out of the tub every few seconds. I roared out laughing when Mileena slipped and fell on her ass into the water, soaking her sweats. She promptly pulled me in after, ensuring to spread bubbles over the top of my head. Addison watched on in wonder, not even understanding the fireworks exploding right in front of her.

At night, though? That’s when we felt it most. After the baby was asleep, and we had to exist alone together, the awkward silences always fell between us, leaving us to giggle nervously and go about our own business.

It was in those moments I would finally get a second to ask myself, where were we? Where does this leave us? Does she still want me? Was she feeling as elated as I was? Or was this all a temporary arrangement?

She changed into dry clothes, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping idly though Netflix for something compelling enough to play. She stepped out of the closet, stopping short in front of me.

“So, what are your plans?”

I quirked an eyebrow, eyes still fixed on the TV. “Plans?”

She leaned a hip on the dresser, folding her arms. “Yeah, like, what are you going to do with the rest of the night?”

Shrugging loosely, I set the remote down and looked at her. “I haven’t decided yet. Probably watch a movie.”

Chewing the inside of her cheek, she nodded slowly. “Okay, that sounds nice.”

What a strange conversation. It felt so forced.

“What about you?”

I could see her mind thinking behind her eyes. Words wanted to come out, but she wasn’t letting them. Eventually, she visibly gave up on whatever internal battle she was having.

“Ugh,” She sighed heavily. “I’ll probably just hang out.” And she began moving toward the doorway.

“Hey.” I called after her and she turned her head to look at me. “Want to hang out together?”

Existing together didn’t have to be hard. I watched the TV, catching up on One Piece, while she sat cross legged across the couch, laptop perched on her legs, chewing a Sour Punch Straw. We had been like this for an hour and a half.

The longer we sat here, the more I could feel myself burning to be closer to her. The distance between us just wasn’t working for me right now.

Her eyes were scanning the screen, clearly enthralled in whatever she was reading, as told by the way the corner of her mouth was pinched up in a small grin.

Disregarding the anime, I slid my body over to her, sprawling flat on my stomach and leaning my head near her lap.

“Whatcha reading?” I propped my head on the palm of my hand.

Her eyes flickered to me for a moment, and a sheepish grin crawled over her.

“A blog.”

My eyes tried to wrap to her screen, but failed given the angle. “About what?”

Considering for a moment, she gave me a look painted with mischief.

“About you.”

My eyes popped open. “Me?”

She cackled. “Not the real you.” This only confused me further, my face screwing up trying to figure out what she meant. “You ever had a Tumblr?”

I sat up then, crossing my legs in the same fashion as her. “When I was fifteen, maybe?”

Her giggles were uncontrollable. “Well, it still exists, and Laura asked me recently if I had ever looked to see how much fanfiction was written about you guys.”

My brain clicked into place. “You’re reading fanfiction? About me?”

She leaned back leisurely. “Some of these are very intriguing. I find it wildly entertaining.”

“Like what?”

Leena smirked, scrolling on her screen. “Well, there’s one on here that is crazy popular, about you falling in love with the lead singer of another band. I’m only four chapters in, but it’s actually really good.” She clicked on a link, a GIF of myself when my hair was long and pulled up in a claw clip popped up on the screen. “And this is one of the more tame ones.”

This piqued my interest. “Oh? How bad does it get?”

I watched as she slipped a little further into her hoodie, mildly embarrassed.

“I may or may not have found a large amount of smut written about you.”

My eyes bulged then, and my hands snatched the laptop off of her.

“No fucking way!”

I began scrolling, but her hands were grabbing at the laptop. She was shrieking at me to give it back while stopping to laugh. “Don’t Noah! You can’t read your own fanfiction! That’s some kind of crime against physics or something!”

I chuckled, lifting the computer out of her reach while she clawed at me.

“Why? Because it would break some kind of dimensional third wall?”

She continued her efforts while I chuckled at her.

“That or it’s extremely humiliating!”

“Worth it.”

She began climbing over me in her attempts to reach the laptop, which had me laughing even harder.

“Don’t drop my computer or I’ll kill you!” She growled at me. The threat resembled something you’d see in a cartoon, given how much smaller she was than me.

Still, somewhere inside me, I didn’t exactly doubt it.

“Only if you read me some of the dirty stuff.”

Her mouth fell open and eyes bugged out. “Excuse me?”

Lowering my brows, I brought the laptop closer to her reach. “Read me some smut about me.”

Her hand finally grabbed the edge of the computer, pulling it away as she fell back on her ass on the couch.

“Absolutely not.”

I made a show of pouting my lip out, and gave her my best rendition of sad puppy eyes.

“Please? I’m so fucking curious.”

She waved me off. “You’ve got a computer, read it yourself!”

I then narrowed my eyes and licked my lip. “That’s not as fun.”

She scoffed, sitting back, and smiled precariously. "Not happening, perv."

I rolled my eyes. "You are so boring."

Her tongue darted out between her lips and she scrunched up her nose to mock me. I took the opportunity to catch her off guard, tackling her around the midsection back onto the couch. This caused a small squeak out of her, and her hand quickly shelved the laptop on the coffee table. I sat up on my knees, straddling her waist, and stared down at her menacingly.

"You should know better than to make fun of me."

She pointed a finger while looking up at me. "You called me boring!"

Smirking, I lifted both hands, mimicking claws. "Now, say sorry for being a brat."

Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "I'm the brat? You're the one getting mad because I won't do what you want."

Without warning, my hands came down to grab at her sides, squeezing and tickling mercilessly while she shrieked, squirming underneath me.

"Noah! Stop it!"

My tongue caught between my teeth, I continued my attack, hitting all the right spots. "Nope. Not until you say sorry."

Breathlessly, she tried to speak. "I'm- fuck!" Her back arched off of the couch, pressing hard against my crotch, as she did all she could to get away from me. "I'm sorry!"

My hands stilled, and I squeezed her hips tightly. "Thank you, princess."

She caught her breath, chest rising and falling while she stared up at me, eyelids crested.

Just like that, the air was thick. It came screaming back to my attention that we hadn't touched each other, or even been this close, since the night we fucked after dinner, in this very spot. By the look I saw sparkling behind her eyes, she was realizing the very same thing.

My fingers still pressed into her sides, I lowered my face to reach her, pressing my nose into the side of her neck and nuzzling gently. I heard the slightest giggle escape her, and I let my hands wander up her sides. Laying myself down beside her, I let my lips begin dropping soft kisses on the skin just behind her ear. My arm, now laid across her stomach, felt the hard breath she exhaled.

Her hand fell on my arm, fingers gripping me and pulling me tighter against her.

Mileena turned her face to look into my eyes, and gave me the smallest smile I may have ever seen. My chest swelled, and I pulled her toward me, pressing my lips against hers gently. She reciprocated the kiss, lazily rolling to her side and tucking herself comfortably against me.

How long we stayed this way, limbs entwined and mouths connected, I'll never know. I only knew that it was so warm, and so sweet to have her hard pressed into my soul, and not preparing to run at any given moment.

Once we finally broke apart, I truly believe that we both were so comfortable, and so content, that we ended up dozing off wrapped around each other.

-

"Noah?" I could barely hear her voice over the spray of the shower.

"Yes?" I'm certain my words were muffled, as I was scrubbing soap over my face.

We had woken up, stiff and backs sore, about twenty minutes ago, still on the couch. The only way to loosen my muscles was with a boiling hot shower, so I allowed myself while Leena brewed the morning coffee and we waited for Addison to wake up.

"We need to talk."

The words struck a cord so deep inside me that I felt every bone in my body crack ever so slightly. My hands halted on my skin, and the water poured off of me. Thirty full seconds of silence followed, so I finally responded.

"About?"

"Us."

Fuck. She was going to run. She'd become so God damn flighty.

I turned the water off, despite that I still hadn't washed my hair, and swung the curtain open to see her standing, arms crossed, staring at me with deep brown eyes mimicking a doe crossing a highway. She looked me up and down, maybe lingering a fraction of a second longer on my cock.

I grabbed the towel from the rack, and waved a hand at her. "Okay, what do we need to talk about?"

Blinking a few times, she stepped back to give me room to climb out of the shower.

"Well," She cleared her throat. "I've been thinking," I could see the nerves radiating off of her in waves. "we need to decide what we're doing."

I cocked an eyebrow at her after shaking my hair out. "We do?"

This drug a sigh out of her. "Yes? We can't live in limbo forever."

"Define 'limbo', because I thought it was pretty clear." I was taking a chance with my choice of words, but I was going to run with it.

"Clear? I'm kind of living here again, we had sex, we made out for like half an hour last night, but..." She trailed off while following me to the closet.

"But...?"

I disappeared into the open closet. "But," She paused, and I imagined that she was making her frustrated face. "we never resolved anything."

"What do we need to resolve?" I pulled my Henley over my head. "I thought we both made a solid effort to grow from the whole thing."

"Okay, but the original issue-"

I cut her off as I popped out of the closet. "Was Rachel. And she's obviously been dealt with." I pointed to her. "You made sure of that." I smirked, and I saw a slow blush creep up her neck.

"Rachel wasn't the issue. Or the whole issue." She was sitting on the dresser now.

"Alright, so let's talk about it." I dropped down on the edge of the bed, and put my palms up in the air, opening the floor.

She leaned back against the wall, hands folded in her lap, and looked down to the floor. "If we get back together, I don't know how to do this." She shrugged. "The touring, the being alone, all of the girls. It's a lot, Noah."

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, chin on my hands.

"I feel like I could lose you at a moment's notice. What if you meet someone out there on the road? Someone better? That won't be sitting at home tying you down?"

I just shook my head. "Mileena, I don't want anyone else. Or anything else. You, Addie, and Angel. That's it for me. I don't need anything else."

"I know you say that, and when you do, I believe you. My mind just wanders when I'm at home. It starts with the thoughts, small and ridiculous. But then they grow. You forget to call, or I see a video of you talking to a girl. Then my mind goes wild, and I just don't know how to deal with it. It's maddening." She scrubbed her hands over her face. "It makes me feel insane."

"Hmm," I perused this. My brain was racing, trying to figure out what I could do to reassure her. "I offered to quit."

Her eyes popped open. "No. Absolutely not. I wouldn't allow it."

"Why not?"

"Because, Noah. As much as I love being with you, and would kill to have you all to myself all of the time, I love you too much to see you quit the one thing that makes you that kind of happy." She stared at me, no ounce of falter on her face. "You were meant to do this, and I refuse to let you stop because of me."

Well, hard to argue that.

"Okay, so what is it that bothers you most? What is your worst case scenario?"

Leena looked positively defeated when she spoke, which caused a thin fracture to run through my heart.

"That you won't love me anymore. Won't want to come home to me. That I'll lose you."

"And what can I do? What will show you that it's just not fucking possible?" I begged.

"I don't know. I don't think anything can."

How did we get here? We were so unified. A solid, strong, bulletproof team that could take on anything. And without much effort on either part, we had shattered like glass. We were broken. Our love had fragmented, and even if we tried to keep it together, I just couldn't get the fucking pieces to stick.

Unless...

I jumped off of the bed, the idea sparking through me as a bolt of lightning. It startled her, and she gave me a concerned look.

"I've got to go somewhere." I grabbed my shoes from their place next to the bed.

"What?" I could see the look in her eyes, as if I just swept the rug from under her.

I stopped as I began to brush past her, dropping a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll only be gone a little bit. Back by dinner, I promise."

Her mouth fell open. "Noah, I didn't mean to-"

I clapped a hand over her mouth, forcing her to stop.

"Shhh, nope. Stop. Not right now. I promise, we will finish this conversation, just not right now. Not today."

Releasing her mouth, I bounded out of the room, and trotted down the stairs.

"Wait!" I looked back up at her, at the top of the banister. "The bounce house will be here in an hour!"

"Have them put it in the backyard."

She rolled her eyes. "My Dad's flight gets in at 7."

"And I will be there to pick him up."

She growled. "Where are you going?"

I threw a wink at her before slipping out of the front door.

"You really think this is going to work?" Nick's voice was skeptical, to say the least, as we walked through the mall. "Leena's not one for gifts, you know."

My hands were in my pockets, my nerves making me rip at the cuticles. "Dude, it fucking has to." I chewed my bottom lip. "Where the fuck is this place?!"

"Relax, dude. It's at the very back of the mall." He walked comfortably next to me. "How did this come up, anyway?"

"Dude, I can't get into it or I may fucking pussy out. Let's just go over the plan again?"

He rolled his eyes. "Laura and I will get to the party twenty-minutes late so Mileena is pissed and distracted. I'll have the 'gift' in the car." He quoted himself. "I'll discreetly go grab it during presents. And after cake, you'll give it to her."

I nodded. "What if she hates it?"

He shook his head, laughing to himself. "I don't know, but if she starts flipping out? I am gone."

-

A two-year old's birthday party is a weird setting on it's own, let alone on a day like today. Sun shining, slightly chilly, light breeze. Weird day. Scary day. Potentially earth-shattering day.

Attempts to avoid Mileena's interrogations last night after I got home were only successful due to her Dad being there and keeping her distracted. He didn't know what the plan was. No one did. I was going to catch her so far off-guard, I had hoped it would be just fucking good enough to get her to not lose her shit.

It was a risk.

But what's life without a little risk?

"Happy birthday to you!" Everyone in the room chanted as Mileena walked through the dining room, cake lit with two individual blue candles on the cake holding Bluey's face on top.

"Happy birthday dear Addison." I stood to stand behind her, hand on the small of her back, watching the subtle tears pool at the corner of her eyes.

"Happy birthday to you!" Addie was absolutely enamored, eyes wide and two teeth shining brightly in the glow of the flames.

Leena and I both bent down on either side of where she sat in her highchair, and blew out the candles, earning a round of applause from the large crowd gathered in my home, all here to celebrate this sweet little life we had created.

Once the lights came back up, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face while she cut the cake, and placed a thick slice on Addie's high chair. We all watched her smush the cake with her hands, shoveling it into her mouth, as we enjoyed our own pieces.

Folios took it upon himself to pull her out of the chair, and take her in to the bathroom to clean her up. Mileena followed to assist.

I stood, nearly trembling now, watching as various children and a few adults bounced in the inflatable house in front of me, taking up most of my backyard. My mind was being pulled in so many different directions. What if she hated it? What if she screamed? What if she ran away? What if I fucked up, again?

A hand clapped the back of my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hey, man." Jolly stood next to me, beer in hand, smiling proudly. "Our girl is two now, hard to believe."

I smiled, baring all of my teeth. "Right? Getting too big, too fast."

He nodded, pulling from the bottle. "You good? You seem a little shaky."

"Yeah," I shrugged, trying to even my breathing. "just thinking."

"Not second thoughts, I hope?" Jolly bumped me with his elbow.

"Not exactly. I can't return it. I just..." I trailed off.

"What, man? What are you so worried about?"

I sighed. "I don't know, dude. What if it doesn't work? What if she leaves again?"

Jolly shook his head firmly. "No. She won't."

My head fell back, frustrated. "You don't know that. You don't know her like I do."

Another gulp of his beer down. "I don't, but I know you."

I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Man, no two people look at each other the way you guys do. No man feels guilty for just thinking about another woman the way you did. No woman is willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone else's the way she was." He glanced back over his shoulder at where she had emerged, setting Addison free to go back in the bounce house.

She looked like heaven. Black plain short-sleeved t-shirt. High-waisted white pleated skirt. Long raven hair falling loosely over her shoulders with just the lightest wave to it. No makeup. Chocolate brown eyes shining in what was left of the sunlight.

That was mine. I needed it. I needed it forever.

"The way you're looking at her now." I was brought back to the conversation with Jolly. "That there?" He pointed with his index finger that held the bottle. "That's it for you, man. Don't second guess yourself."

That was it. That was all I needed.

My feet were pulling me toward her, purpose pushing me every step over the grass. She was sitting in a chair, leaning forward to hear what Laura was telling her from where she sat across the table. She was smiling. Fuck, I'm so weak when she's smiling.

I can do this. I can fucking do this.

"Hey, Noah!" Laura's voice brought Mileena's attention to me, craning her neck to stare, a smile still gracing her lips.

"Hey, you okay?"

I gave Laura a small wave, and looked at Leena. "Yeah, why?"

She smirked, turning her body fully toward me. "You look like you're about to be sick."

I was. Absolutely was going to vomit.

"I'm good, I just need to, uh" I scratched the back of my head, which made her raise an eyebrow. "I wanted to..."

I couldn't look at her, which made her suspicious.

"Noah?"

"Huh?" I finally returned her gaze.

"What's going on?"

Closing my eyes for a second, I took a slow, deep breath, and righted myself.

I can fucking do this.

"Can we talk?" I reached a hand for her, which she took, and I caught the shadow of the look that crossed Laura's face. She had made me, I knew she had, but she wouldn't say it out loud.

Leena stood, following as I led her to the middle of the yard, away from too many prying ears, but still within eyesight of the party.

"What's up?" She was confused, and that was okay.

By this time, we had caught the attention of most partygoers, who I could see whispering amongst themselves and watching. I also noticed the music on the Bluetooth had stopped, no doubt to hear what was happening. Nosey fuckers.

I turned so she could face me, back to everyone else.

"I told you that we would finish our conversation from yesterday morning."

She scoffed. "Now? Shouldn't we wait until everyone leaves?"

I shook my head. "No, because if I wait any longer I might actually explode."

Her head cocked slightly to the side, confused. "I'm not following."

"I know. You're not supposed to. I'm bad at keeping secrets, so it's kind of crazy I managed over twenty-four hours without you figuring it out." I smiled a small, hesitant grin.

"What?"

"Mileena, you said that you were afraid that one day, I wouldn't love you anymore? That I won't want to come home to you, and you'll lose me, right? You remember?" My words were spilling over each other, and she was struggling to keep up.

"Yes...?" She was so hesitant. My stomach flipped backwards. What if it didn't work?

"And when I asked what I could do to show you that wasn't possible, you said you didn't know?"

She just nodded. I grabbed her hands.

"Well," I inhaled a big breath. "I don't know either."

Her eyes twitched slightly, like she was waiting on a startle that never came.

"You don't?"

"I don't." I let one hand go, reaching into my sweatshirt pocket. "But," I ran my fingers over the cube, velvet over the pad of my thumb, before I removed it from it's hiding place. "I've got an idea of where to start."

Her eyes darted down to my hand, and the shock blazed over her face.

"What the fuck is that?"

I wasn't going to let it deter me. We've come too far. I sunk down, as traditional as ever.

"Mileena," My hands presented it to her, cracking it at the hinge, the black, coffin-shaped onyx perched on the rose gold band, encrusted with crystals, on full display to her. "it's not that I can't live without you."

"Holy fuck..." Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to the ring in my hands.

"I have just come to learn that I don't fucking want to."

"Noah," The tears began to form. "what are you doing?"

"I'm making it official. No more questions. No more limbo."

She only responded with a small, breathless, squeak.

"Mileena Jane Richards, will you marry me?"

Silence can be so loud sometimes, but here? In that moment? The entire world was without a single, utter sound.

I stared at her, it was all I could do, as I watched the gears turn. Process what I had just asked. And every passing millisecond, I was sure my heart would explode.

"Yes."

And if you're there, to catch me when I fall, then maybe hell ain't so bad after all.

The End

[gladiolidiaries]

no it was never confirmed it was just basically all speculation for the most part but it was pretty obvious they were together , girly really was in a fanfic tho she grew up a fan of them and then dated ethan

i feel like something was kinda off about their relationship tbh, like to me it was a weird era for dolan twins

also james charles supposedly touched grayson once like... without his consent? was that a rumor or

[impaladolan]

hey babes, not sure if you still take requests or not.

If so, can you maybe do one where the reader and Kristina do an arguing prank on their bfs, Ethan and Grayson?🤗

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan (& slightly Ethan)

; this is super short, but i would totally do this

Cat Fight :

"Fuck you."

"No— No, no. Fuck you!" You spat, shaking you finger and flailing your other hand in the air. Your faces were a bright red, gruesome expressions, and a thick, intense anger looming through the air around you.

"What's going on?" Grayson walks in just as glass shatters across the floor. Both you and Kris stop, pausing as Ethan joins his brother.

"She's a fucking bitch is what." You storm towards her hands up in the air and about to swing, and a quivering smile on your face.

You wink.

A large slap! sounds and the boys sprint to pull you both apart and away from each other.

"Woah— what the hell's gotten into you??" Grayson holds you back as you fight to be removed from his grip. Kris does the same with Ethan, pulling and grunting to escape him. All until you both begin laughing.

Hysterically.

The boys' grip grew slack on the two of you, so confused and disoriented. By now, you both were cackling, almost to the point of falling to the floor and rolling over in a frenzy of laughs.

"We gotcha!" Kristen bellowed and held her stomach, yours beginning to hurt as well.

"That's messed up." Grayson entirely freed his grip on you and very lightly shoved your shoulders.

"You'd do it too, just to see the looks on your faces!" You chortle, wiping the tears from your eyes.

The boys had a bit of a smile on their face now, probably from all the hysterics you and Kris were making. Once you two settled down to just a giggle, you cleaned up the broken glass and fist bumped for the perfectly executed prank.

"Just wait until we get you back. You ain't gonna like it."