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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years ago

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🔥 = smut 🌈 = readers’ favorite 🌷 = author’s favorite

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No gifts — First Christmas living together you and Shawn agree on not gifting each other, but he has a huge surprise for you.

Lonely Christmas — It’s your first Christmas dating Shawn, but he couldn’t make it for the first day. To cheer you up he calls you in the evening.

Late — Shawn couldn’t make it in time for New Year’s Eve, but you are surprised to see him pull up on your driveway just seconds after midnight.

Wearing nothing 🌈 — You feel like nothing looks good on you after you’ve put on some weight, but Shawn assures you that he is crazy for your curves.

I only need you 🔥🌈 — A heated smut that starts off with an angst filled fight.

Best friends — You’ve been best friends for ages and you realize you feel something more. You cook together like in the old days and some confessions are made at the end of the evening.

Clubbing — You feel uncomfortable in the club with your friends. When a drunk asshole makes a move on you Shawn comes to your rescue.

I miss you — Video chatting with Shawn while he is away, just being cuties online.

Morning — Waking up next to Shawn, getting a little too touchy which makes it harder to leave the bed and start the day.

Dimples — You’re insecure about your dimples so you make up your mind not to smile that much, but Shawn tries hard to see you smile again.

Aging 🌷 — It’s your birthday and it’s making you feel anxious that you are one more year older. In addition, you are older than Shawn and it also bothers you, but he is quick to make you feel better.

Just you — You visit him on tour, but you get jealous of all the time he spends with Alessia. You start fighting about it, but after you go through a not too serious car accident it makes you realize how imprtant you are to each other.

Home 🌷🌈 — During a chill day off at his parent’s place Shawn realizes that home is not a place for him anymore, you are his home. Proposal involved.

Family — You’ve kept it from Shawn that you can’t have kids. Talking about having a family you break down and confess to him thinking he will leave you. His reaction is not what you expected.

Dance moves — After a long day Shawn gets home just to see you busting your best dance moves around the kitchen, putting up your best performance and he can’t help but admire you.

MET 🌈 — Your debut as a couple happens to be at the MET Gala and it’s stressing you out, but Shawn knows just what to say to make you feel better.

I promise — Shawn’s lifestyle is taking a toll on your relationship. After a fight he shows up at your place because it bothered him how your conversation ended on the phone.

Prom 🔥 — Shawn surprises you at prom after making you think he can’t make it. You are so happy to be together again that you can’t hold yourselves back and end up having a quickie in the bathroom.

Tired — Shawn has had a lot on his plate lately so you go to check in on him. You take a shower together and you experience the intimacy of washing each other’s hair.

Chemistry — You do a shoot for CK together, but you get nervous right before it’s time to shine. As always, Shawn knows just exactly how to make you feel better and comfortable.

Fantasy 🔥 — You’ve been fantasizing about giving a blow job to Shawn and your fantasy finally becomes reality, blowing not just his mind.

I got you — You’ve been keeping it a secret that you’re pregnant, worried what Shawn might say, but a sudden incident forces you to confess.

Leaving — You don’t want him to leave again. Emotional conversation in the middle of the night.

Slipped 🌈 — Shawn accidentally reveals at a Q&A that he has a girlfriend.

Happy father’s day 🌷 — A creative way to tell Shawn that you are expecting your first child.

Summer fling — You feel like you’ve been just a summer fling for Shawn, but soon he confesses that it’s much more than that.

Icebath 🌈 — Shawn has been terrified to take an icebath but his body needs it so he agrees to do it but only if you do it with him.

Don’t say my name 🔥 — You absolutely hate the t-shirt he is wearing tonight, so he finds a way to make you like it.

Love Of My Life (part 1) (part 2) 🌷 — Touring with a baby in the first part, touring with a toddler in the second part. Pure fluff with Dad!Shawn.

Better — A blurb where Shawn is the cutest boyfriend ever, holding his girlfriend tight after she had a bad day.

Everything about you 🌷🌈 — You’re Shawn’s personal assistant, have been having feelings for him, but a misunderstood situation pushes you and him farther away from each other until you confront him.

Red thong 🔥 🌈 — Shawn, standing tall, and very much naked, looking down at you, practically fucking you with his eyes, your lacy thong hanging from his mouth that he just pulled off of you with his teeth.

Lesson learned — It’s Shawn’s 21st birthday but not he is the drunkest one. Aaliyah’s first time drinking has him worried, but he finds entertainment in her teasing in the morning.

Sober — bartender!Shawn oneshot where you meet a cute guy during a night out, but he turns out to be the new guy working at your fav bar.

Teeth 🔥🌈— A juicy sugardaddy!ceo!shawn au insipired by Teeth by 5SOS

Unfortunate mistake — You and Shawn used to be an item. Meeting at the VMAs turns out to be more eventful than you imagined when you accidentally kiss him. Or was it meant to happen?

First times 🔥— Shawn and you have shared some firsts, but drifted apart during the years. It’s only until he shows up one thanksgiving and the two of you finally talk everything out.

One more — You and Shawn have twins, Charlotte and Miles and it’s the first day of school for them. It makes both of you emotional seeing them grow up so fast.

Lurking — Shawn lurks on your ex’s Insta and definitely doesn’t like what he sees there.

October 🌈 — Personal assistant themed fic inspired by October by Alessia Cara

Cinnamon — A peaceful day in the park with Shawn.

Careful what you wish for — You and Shawn are married, but it’s getting harder with each day. After a bad fight you make a wish upon a shooting star that turns your whole world upside down.

Opia --- Being Shawn’s friend has become emotionally tiring for you, especially since he is more than just a friend to you, so you ask for a break, but things don’t turn out as you expect them to.

Hands 🔥 --- The choker you want to wear: Shawn’s hands.

Sock 🌈 --- college!shawn au - Shawn and you live in the same dorm and one evening you both get locked out by your roommates who are having guests over.

After party --- Shawn chooses to spend the night with his very pregnant fiancé over going to an after party.

Yoga --- Shawn is being extra clingy while you’re just trying to do yoga.

Valentine’s Day --- The day that brings a change into your relationship with Shawn.

Sibling --- Your family of three is expanding and it’s time to reveal to your son that he is about to become a big brother. Shawn handles his awkward questions pretty fine.

Sister --- Part 2 to Sibling. The arrival of baby number 2 is a little messy, but eventually everything is going to be fine.

Choices --- CEO!Shawn AU. Working to The Shawn Mendes doesn’t turn out like you imagined it.

Crazy about you --- Sequel to Everything about you. Coordinating a new, secret relationship when you feel like the universe is playing against you.

Goodbye --- You have one rule. You never say goodbye. So what happens when in the heat of an arguement Shawn says the forbidden word and then things take a turn for the worse?

Hardest To Love --- Fic based on the song Hardest To Love by The Weeknd

Tease 🔥 --- Teasing has consequences. Dom!Shawn fic.

Number 20 🌷 --- AU based on the movie ‘What’s Your Number?’

Curls and boobs --- Cuddling in a blanket fort.

Privacy --- Shawn is doubting himself because of a stupid dream, and your privacy gets invaded that just worsens the situation.

Sleepless --- Pregnancy brings a lot of struggles to you, like not being able to sleep comfortably.

Two weeks --- PA themed fic! Quarantined with your boss who youa re in love with? That’s quite the situation!

Who you are --- soon-to-be-mob-boss!Shawn au, that’s it, that’s the fic

Hints --- Non-famous AU where Shawn is your brother’s best friend and you have the fattest crush on him.

Love hating you --- College!hockeyplayer!Shawn au where you start as enemies.

Better --- Morning with Shawn, a fluffy blurb.

I need you 🔥 --- Shawn needs you in the most intimate way.

Birthday tradition --- You and Shawn have had a birthday tradition for years, but this year you feel like things might change.

What you are to me --- (PA themed) Shawn celebrates is birthday with an epic vacation. Your feelings for him and your own demons are making it a mess and things take a surprising turn.

Empty promise 🔥 --- You try that TikTok trend out on Shawn where you send him a dirty text out in the public.

It’s alright --- Shawn helps you through one of your darker days.

Scoring You 🌷 --- college!soccerplayer!Shawn AU

I never stopped loving you --- Sequel to Hardest To Love

Room service --- CEO!Shawn AU, where you’re a maid at a hotel who gets fired and ends up in Shawn’s room.

Wonder --- Shawn wrote a song about you back when you first met, now it’s time to show it to you.

Hot Chocolate --- Some teasing on a cozy fall evening.

My wonder --- A short story built around the songs Dream, Song for no one and Teach me how to love from Wonder the album.

Day one — A late night talk with Grayson that ends with a kiss and confessions.

Hot 🌈 — After someone tries to break into your home Grayson comes to your rescue and you spend the night at his place, the two of you share his bed for the night.

Angel — You’re a nurse assisting to the twins’ nose surgery and Grayson is flirting hard with you while the goofy juice has him muddle-headed. When they come back for a check up he builds up the courage to ask you out.

Memories 🌷 --- You are childhood friends with the Dolan siblings and you recreate childhood photos, but one recreation results in surprising consequences.

Even — You thought it’s going to be easier to deal with the fact that Tom and Zendaya has to kiss in the new movie. But it turns out different and Tom has an unusual idea to solve this problem. To make it even, you also have to kiss Z.

My girls — While Tom is away you shower him with content about you and Tessa, being the best buddies, waiting for him to finally come home.

Helping hand 🔥 🌈 — Tom is having a hard day on set and needs something to get the steam off. You are more than happy to help him out.

The kiss — Tom makes your dream come true by kissing you in that famous, upside-down way like in the original movies.

Truth or Dare — The story of two kisses that are exactly one decade apart.

Okay --- Just some cute fluff with boyfriend Tom.

Buzz cut --- In the middle of your social distancing you decide to shave your head.Tom is a partner in the process.

Sleepy babies 🌈 --- Waking in the middle of the night you find your husband sleeping with your daughter in his arms.

Dust --- You have a nightmare after seeing Tom die in Infinity War, but Tom is there to console you.

Sunset --- Tom reminds you why you are so in love with me.

Sing to me --- Watching the sunset with Tom as he sings to you.

Celebrity crush --- In a round of Who’d you rather with Ellen, your crush on Tom gets revealed to the world.

Forgiving 🔥 (kinda) --- You and Tom like to experiment sexually. After having your first ever threesome with him and an unknown guy you realize it was not what you wanted but you’re afraid to come clear to Tom.

Homecoming — Homecoming is near and you wish Peter would ask you out. You’ve been crushing on him since you met him, but does he feel the same way?

Lazy Morning --- The title says it all basically.

Update 🌈 --- Harry falls for a mysterious girl from YouTube.

The best present --- Sequel to Update.

Flatmates 🔥 --- You move in with Harry and after a failed Tinder date, Harry proposes an offer you can’t turn down.

Two hearts in one home --- Just a short, domestic blurb!

Lending a pair of hands --- An appreciation fic for saggy boobs!

Never have I ever 🌈 --- Actress!reader playing the game on The Ellen Show with Harry, her celeb crush. Questions get a little nasty.

The art and the artist --- Harry, that amazing hat from the Golden mv and a nice Italian day by the pool.

Our song --- Harry helps vocalist!reader to come over her stage fright and the process brings them closer than ever.

Running — Nick is done hiding his feelings for you. After his marriage failed he is ready to be with the girl he has always been in love with.

In His Arms — The ending we all deserved in TROS.

Safe --- Kylo wants to know that you are safe even when he is not around, so he decides to teach you how to fight.

Everything --- Sequel to Safe. You gave up on a lot of things to be with Kylo. You crave small, normal things like dancing sometimes and one day you take your chance before training and ask him to dance with you.

Benefits --- You and Adam meet at an AA meeting and soon enough, a weird, but benefitial relationship forms between the two of you.

Train ride talks --- The aftermath of a fight with a cute ending.

❄️ FANFICmas 2019 ❄️

A set of holiday themed fics!

Mistletoe - Promise - Make It To Christmas - Cookies - Under The Mistletoe - A couple of reindeers - Santa Tell Me (Part 1)(Part 2)

❄️ FANFICmas 2020 ❄️

My business - With you - And I always will - First Christmas (VALERIE blurb) - Locked up Christmas - Waiting for you - Keys of truth

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mindofharry · 4 years ago

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so you know how grayson’s hand get all ripped up after working out, could you write something about his girlfriend kissing his hands mumbling cute things to him and gray is just smiling at her, so in love🥺🥺

grayson loves working out! but you know, he gets excited and doesn’t think to put protective stuff over his knees and hands - he usually regrets that, because his hands get all ripped up.

but you have the perfect remedy! grayson always tries to hide his cuts and bruises from you, because you always say “i told you so!” because you always remind him, to take care of himself.

when you see it, you give him a look that makes him groan. “don’t say it” he mumbled into your neck. you just giggled “let me see your hands” - he placed his hands in your lap, god they looked sore you thought.

you brought his hands to your lips and kissed all over them. “all better”

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baby-grayson · 4 years ago

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Kind Stranger|GBD|Part 12

Parts 1-11

Word Count: 4k Tag List: @styles-dolan @evergreendolan @someonetogray @vintagedolan @prettyboydolan @dolansficsandpics @graysavant @baby-turtles

Summary: Grayson and Kate try to be friends, but can you really be friends with your ex?

Ethan Dolan lived in the middle. In ways he both did and did not recognize; Ethan Dolan was always firmly in the middle. He was the middle child: being born 2 years after Cameron and 20 minutes before Grayson. He was in the middle of being famous and normal: a heart throb to the younger generation but an anonymous face to their parents. Since the age of 15, he was in the middle of having a New Jersey heart but a California life: despite his desire to stay in Australia and kiss his girlfriend for the first time in months. On one Tuesday night, Ethan Dolan sat in the middle of his twin brother and Grayson’s ex-girlfriend.

Why is it a three-person sofa feels so small when there are exactly three people sitting on it? A layman might answer that it was because the twins, especially Grayson, were large and bulky for their age. A wiseman would say that Ethan’s couch felt claustrophobic because that couch was housing four entities: Ethan Dolan, his beefy twin brother Grayson, Kate with her post-op foot propped up on their coffee table, and the deeply complex relationship between Grayson and Kate.

Grayson felt his heart launch itself onto an emotional teeter totter when Kate entered the room: he constantly oscillated between needing to pull her into his chest and breathe her in and wanting to break up in a sloppily worded soliloquy about his own independence and ability to find someone better than her. But Grayson really did wonder if there was anyone better for him. Being just friends with Kate was a fatal tease to Grayson’s emotions. As his friend, she still made him laugh, amazed him with her intelligence, and dizzied him with her effortless good lucks and bright smiles.

In truth, Kate dizzied Grayson so much that he specified looked for activities that would minimize her effect on him. Anyone else would slowly retract their involvement in their ex-girlfriend’s life, but Grayson subconsciously shelved that idea: secretly hoping that something would change if he held on long enough. This meant finding activities that did not require Kate to speak, look at him, or be alone with him, which is how Grayson, Kate, and Ethan ended up on the boys’ couch watching American Psycho on a Tuesday afternoon in August.

Ethan had suggested the movie to Grayson, originally as a joke. He knew Grayson did not have the mental fortitude to watch scary movies. Ethan almost intended to turn Grayson off from the idea so that he wouldn’t continue to be a third wheel on the adventure that was Gray and Kate’s friendship. Grayson had asked Ethan to accompany him to Kate’s apartment to drop off a few groceries for her in her current state. Grayson had blabbed to Ethan in the car that they were doing a nice gesture for a friend, that this is something they would do for Deon, Ryan, or Nolan if given the chance: Ethan silently wondered if Grayson was trying to convince himself.

After that episode, Kate had asked Ethan if he would be there when she and Grayson met for lunch for at their place. She went so far as to ask Ethan if he would drive her home in advance, trying to avoid being caught in a small space with Grayson. That lunch was the one of the most awkward burritos Ethan had ever eaten. Kate and Gray became caricatures of themselves, with Gray decided the only part of his life he could talk about was his successes in working out and Kate spitting out fun facts about science and math as if she had been paid to do so. Ethan Dolan was a good brother.

Ethan Dolan was so much of a good brother, that his eyes stayed firmly on the TV when Christian Bale’s character began having a threesome with two prostitutes. Kate instinctively closed her eyes tight, not that she was physically opposed to sexual content, she was just opposed to viewing it when in the company of her ex-boyfriend and his twin brother. Grayson’s jaw clenched and his eyes wide, his head stayed firmly planted on his neck: not daring to see the reactions of Ethan or Kate.

Silently, Grayson’s body exploded in a series of reactions. He utterly despised the part of him that became aroused at the scene. Since breaking up with Kate, he had been nothing but frustrated. He had tried to meaninglessly rump out that desire, but his plans had backfired when Kate woke up on his couch to find his nighttime partner escaping in the morning. Needless to say, Grayson was no where near physically satisfied.

He made a mental note to kill his brother for suggesting this movie. Did Ethan know this was in here? Is this why Ethan suggested it? Was this his idea of a joke? When one hooker became to mouth at Christian Bale’s undercarriage, Grayson nearly used the house key in his pocket to gauge out his twin brother’s eyes. Grayson’s mental soup of inhibiting arousal and seething anger was made all the more complicated by his treacherous nervous laughter.

Although incredibly sophisticated and mature for his age, Grayson Dolan was nothing if not an overgrown goofball. He had the bad habit of laughing in awkward situations, armed with a sense of humor that typically let him cut the tension in any room. However, no jokes came to his lips in this moment, only the nervous giggles of a schoolgirl bursted from his lips.

The trio stayed in that position: Kate’s eyes shut, Ethan facing straight ahead, and Grayson awkwardly chuckling at the end of the couch. After the longest three minutes any of them had ever experienced, Christian Bale escaped his threesome and began filming his companies with a 90s-esque camcorder.

“AHA-HA-HA,” Grayson laughed loudly but his eyes held the spirit of pain.

Kate decided she was going to mentally count to one thousand.

Ethan felt responsible to fix this moment. Afterall, he was the one who chose the movie. He was the one who caught Kate and Gray in this awkward situation. Although, he only felt bad for Kate: he felt a bit accomplished watching his brother squirm like this.

Ethan stuck his hand out from where he sat. Kate was on 202 when she felt Ethan’s shoulder move, she opened one eye. “Why the fuck would ya film that?” he exclaimed, “If I was there, I sure as hell wouldn’t be filming my own video unless I was in it.”

It was an okay thing to say for not knowing what he wanted to say. Even Ethan Dolan’s jokes fell flat at times. The air hung heavy and awkward, making Ethan nearly regret saying anything. Kate decided that Ethan’s attempt to make this better deserved some positive reinforcement. “I know! But at the same time, the fact he had to pay them means that he doesn’t know how to get it himself!” Kate knew her comment made little to no sense in relation to Ethan’s words, but it was the most sensical thing she could come up with. The only way she could make words happen was by pretending Grayson was not in the room.

Ethan scoffed and nodded with wide eyes. He nodded again, looking at different points on the ground in his search for words, “Yeah!!”. He faces palmed internally, as the air in the room washed from tense and awkward to bumbling in awkward.

Kate took in a breath, she continued to pretend that Grayson was not in the room. “I lowkey feel like most people who have threesomes probably have to pay at least one other person,” she shrugged to Ethan, “or get the third person from the internet.” Sure, talking to your ex-boyfriend’s twin brother about threesomes was a normal part of friendship…right?

Ethan sucked in his lips; his teeth immediately sank into the lips. He looked away from Kate and to Grayson. In the dark of their living room, he could notice the shade of red on Grayson’s face. The twins exchanged a wayward glance. Ethan surrendered and returned his focus squarely on the television.

Grayson stuttered slightly before he even decided to speak. But when he saw Ethan and Kate’s gazes look his way, he realized he had committed to speaking by making indiscernible sounds. “Not always,” his voice wavered in tone and frequency at each syllable, “When—you know—when I did it, it was just, two people who—” he wanted to curl up, melt into the sofa, and never return, “—really wanted to try with me.” With me? With me? How pretentious was he? Also what was he doing admitting that to Kate, on his couch, with Ethan sitting between them?

“It was a long time ago,” Grayson amended his statement, “Like over a year ago.” He should really shut up right now. Kate’s mouth gaped open slightly. If it wasn’t for the cast on her leg, she would have wanted to run out of the Dolan rental house as fast as she could. She peered at Ethan, looking for some sort of reaction. Ethan gave her a meek nod, as if to say that yes, Grayson was telling the truth. Kate swallowed hard. Kate looked back at Grayson and her lips went dry. “Must be a celebrity thing,” her words were quiet and hesitant before she turned to watch the movie. She realized that watching Christian Bale perform horrendous murders and romp with ladies of the night was better than discussing Grayson’s past sexual escapades.

None of them spoke for the rest of the movie. The three of them lasered in on the gritty, gory, graphic movie as if they would be tested on its contents afterward. They sat still, like three statues of themselves. They sat posed until the last name rolled on the credits of the movie.

Ethan moved first, standing from the couch and announcing that he had to use the bathroom before he drove Kate home.

Kate shifted next, looking for her crutches. She reached out but her petite arm could not grab them from where Ethan had set them down. Grayson stood without a sound to hand them to her, his eyes betrayed his heart by staring at her every chance he had. “Thanks,” she said before propped herself from the couch and coffee table. She balanced herself on her crutches and looked up at him with a weak, meager smile. “I have something for you,” Grayson told her, trying to keep a nonchalant tone with his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants.

“For me?” Kate’s eyes were painted in strokes of genuine surprise. Grayson nodded, “One second,” he quickly hurried off into the kitchen before coming back to show her. In truth, the concept of being ‘just friends’ confused Grayson to no end. He constantly wondered if he was dressing correctly, joking correctly, and acting correctly to be ‘just friends’ with Kate. Ethan tried to give him advice, saying to treat Kate like he would his other friends. But Grayson knew that his other friends didn’t make him weak at the knees. “Oh Grayson,” Kate cooed, “You’re—That’s so sweet.” Grayson held out one of his brand new, signature Wakeheart candles in scent Healing. He smiled while he placed it on top of the coffee table, in front of her. “It’s my favorite of the bunch,” he shrugged, “I feel bad that you’re still crutching around, and you have to spend so much time in bed waiting to get better. I thought maybe it would help your energy until you’re up again.” The edges of Kate’s eyes pointed downward, “Thank you, really, I can’t wait to tell you what I think.” She gave him a bright smile. Grayson valiantly fought the internal urge to pull her into a kiss and tell her that he loved her.

Kate lit that candle later that night. She smiled while she breathed in the scents of evergreen, mountain air, and citrus. She closed her eyes and wondered if that’s what it smelled like when she and Grayson were tangled up in each other. Her sweet, citrus scents mixed in with his fresh, clean ones.

She pulled out her phone to text Grayson. She had her post-op leg elevated on a mountain of pillow while Planet Earth played on her laptop at the edge of the bed. She laid with a fluffy throw blanket draped over his normal leg and the rest of her body. She thought for a moment before typing out, “I love it! I can feel my scars burning by minute. Thanks for thinking of me Gray” she considered putting an emoji but decided it would make her look too enthusiastic.

As she typed out her note to Grayson, her phone pinged with a text from her grandmother. Kate was particularly close with her grandmother. Her father had left her life at a very young age, leaving her mother, Louise, to parent Kate. Her grandfather had passed from the Earth long before Kate was born, so her grandmother had moved in to help Louise raise Kate. Louise had even petitioned the court to remove Kate’s father’s name from her birth certificate when she was 9, to forever symbolize that Kate was not a Norris, she was a Walker. There were three Walker women in Philadelphia, all tough as nails, clever as a fox, and beautiful as the morning sky: Bethel, Louise, and Kathleen.

Kate smiled at the message from her grandmother, “How are you holding up cookie?” Kate thought for a moment before she texted her grandmother back. The last time she called her family had been before the surgery. She described LA to her mom and grandma, trying to capture both the serene beach and the fast cars. She had strategically forgotten to leave out Grayson.

Laying on that bed, covered in a blanket, with a bandaged foot, and a broken heart Kate desperately wanted to be back in the brownstone she grew up in downtown Philly. She was so lost in her thoughts, that she did not hear her phone ping when Grayson replied to her. She wanted her mother to hold her while her grandmother made pumpkin soup downstairs: when Kate thought really hard, she could remember the way the warm, cinnamon smells would permeate up the stairs, through her bedroom, and into her nostrils.

She looked down and typed out, “I’m holding in. I’m used to post-op life by now. If anything, I miss being home and wish I could see you more. Where I am now just isn’t the same. But I’ll make it, I’m your tough cookie. Could use your soup though.”

She sighed and wondered if there was a restaurant in LA that delivered pumpkin soup. She shook her head, trying not to get lost in nostalgic thoughts. She tapped on her phone to see what Grayson had texted her but did not see it.

It took a few seconds to realize that she had sent that message to Grayson, not her grandmother.

Kate’s eyes went wide as she threw her phone between her hands that were suddenly coated in sweat. She sat up and read what Grayson had responded to her. He had written out, “Glad you like it! I hope it helps with everything ☺️”

Kate read her message again, trying to figure out if there was anything in it that she would hate Grayson having to read.

“I’m holding in. I’m used to post-op life by now.” Okay, that was fine. That was cool. She had probably said something similar to Grayson earlier that day.

“If anything, I miss being home and wish I could see you more. Where I am now just isn’t the same.” Kate sucked in a breath between her teeth. That was confusing, she struggled to figure out if Grayson would be confused or read that as he disdain for the emotional place she was in.

“But I’ll make it, I’m your tough cookie.” Not as bad as the last part, but saying she was “his” tough cookie—that was the definition of problematic.

“Could use your soup though” What the hell would that even mean to Grayson? Was that sexual? Is that what the kids were calling it these days? Kate’s heart dropped when three little dots showed that Grayson was typically. In near hysterics, she slammed her fingers on her phone furiously trying to create sense with words. She settled on the brief, “Sorry that last text was for someone else. The candle is awesome though, so glad you gave it to me.” Grayson’s little dots disappeared from her phone screen. Kate read it again, finding it curt and cold. She threw her phone down on her bed and groaned. Internally, she decided that would just call her grandma next time.

The next day, Grayson surprised Ethan by asking to tag along when Ethan drove Kate to her doctor’s appointment. Ethan had the silent impression that Grayson and Kate were avoiding car rides together. He said yes to Grayson’s request, but felt weird giving his twin permission to accompany his ex-girlfriend to the doctor. Once again, Ethan Dolan was in the middle of whatever was happening between Grayson and Kate.

The car ride to the doctor’s office was filled with a semi-pleasant silence. Ethan had gotten used to chatting with Kate while he drove her to physical therapy, x-rays, and different appointments since her surgery. Sure, he could have asked her to take ubers but, in truth, he had started to both really like her and really care about her. Ethan was impressed by how quick she was, and he found himself thinking about things differently after her commentary. A part of Ethan missed that small talk on this ride.

Sometimes, Ethan would help Kate crutch to the door of the doctor’s office from the parking lot. Today, he stayed inside for fear that Grayson might try to walk in with her. Kate silently thanked Ethan for this, having the same thought herself.

Kate excitedly crutched out of doctor’s office after about 45 minutes. She had ditched her bulky cast, for a thick wrap of bandages and cotton: a small, but welcome upgrade. She nearly bounced into the Tesla, feeling a whole 5 pounds lighter from the lack of her cast. “I graduated,” she said in a high, bubbly voice as she settled into the car. “Congrats,” Ethan smiled at her through the rear-view mirror. “Any word on when you’ll back on your feet?” Grayson turned around in his seat to face her. His heart danced at the sight of her glittering smile and full cheeks.

Kate nodded softly, “Maybe 4 weeks, three if I’m lucky.” “If you’re lucky?” Grayson cocked his head to the side from where he was turned around. “Yeah, if I heal fast. So I should go home right now and light that candle again,” she joked. Grayson smiled; his eyes perked up. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Ethan, “Can we sit down and put on seat belts?” The first half of the Tesla ride back to Kate’s apartment was spent reviewing her diagnosis with the twins. Grayson was impressed when Kate correctly named all of the bones and major tendons involved with the ankle. She went into detail about how her talus had shattered, putting pressure on the cuneiform bones in the front of her foot. The three of them chatted on happily up until Kate shared her plans for the rest of the week.

“I’m going to be moving around a lot tomorrow, so I’m probably going to want to take Thursday and Friday to rest in bed.” She shared in a perky tone.

A tense ball formed in Grayson’s stomach, with the memory of the text that Kate accidentally sent the night before. He picked at the callouses on his hand for a minute, his tongue resting in the corner of his mouth. His curiosity got the best of him, “Who are you going out with tomorrow?” Ethan furrowed his brow, wondering if he had heard his brother correctly. Kate stammered softly, thinking back to what she just said. She looked at the back of Grayson’s head with dubious eyes, “Who?” Grayson nodded, swiping his tongue against his bottom teeth. He rested his hands from where he had been picking at them. His shoulders squared off with the car seat. “Yeah, the person you were texting yesterday. Is that who you’re hanging out with?” Ethan was lost, completely and totally lost—figuratively at least, he thanked the Tesla’s self-driving capabilities for stopping him from getting physically lost.

Kate shook her head from where she said, “I was texting my grandma.” The word made Grayson’s eyes open wide as a pang of guild hit him in the stomach. Kate continued, “What did you think I meant?” “I don’t know, that maybe you were going on a date or something?” Grayson knew how stupid he sounded the minute he finished the sentence. He could have said anything, literally anything else and it would have sounded better. A silence hung in the air for a moment, the only sound coming from the Tesla’s turning signal. Grayson tried to amend his statement by saying, “I thought you were getting back out there?” He wanted to shove his entire first in his mouth and never speak again. “Oh, no,” Kate said, “I just have orientation for my new school.” She admitted shyly, not wanting to talk about whether or not she had tried to move on from Grayson. Grayson’s heart sunk, “Oh, that should be fun.” He wanted to offer her something in return for embarrassing her. “I haven’t been out with anyone,” he admitted. He was disappointed he didn’t feel a sting of embarrassment. “But you have?” Kate’s tone was puzzled.

“No, not since you.” “But you did? That girl? That blonde girl that morning?”

Grayson swore internally a million times. He wanted to bury his head in sand and never see the light of day again. He wanted to bathe in as much holy water as LA county could fit. He ran his hands through his hair, hoping to stimulate his brain into saying something intelligent. He couldn’t find anything worth saying. The trio were silent until they dropped Kate off at her apartment.

Grayson went to bed that night still upset with himself. He wondered why it was so hard to be just friends with someone was wonderful as Kate. But a part of him knew he could never be friends with Kate. She was too much and not enough all at the same time: too much of everything he so desperately wanted in his heart of hearts, but not enough of tender life partner his heart panged for. He felt an internal pressure to make a decision: choose to silently exit Kate’s life or try to win her back. He didn’t sleep a wink that night.

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isnotys · 5 years ago

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Seamless Part 1

Summary: After being Shane Dawson’s assistant for a year, things couldn't have been going better. However, Shane had other plans. He has decided that your next move is to jump headfirst into your true passion and with some unexpected partners.

Warnings: None

It’s only been a short year after I moved to LA to work as Shane Dawson’s assistant and it has been the best decision I have ever made. After all of those grueling years in college, being an assistant to just any YouTuber would’ve been a hard pass, but this is Shane we’re talking about. I haven’t even been here that long, but he has already taught me so much about the business and has introduced me to the influential people that could potentially help me when I decide to pursue writing as a full-time career.

By far meeting, Jeffree Star has been the craziest experience of my life, although he has been one of the nicest people I’ve met. However, after the last Jeffree Star series, Shane had said he wanted to do a few more lowkey videos. Like the ones he used to do with just Andrew, Drew and Garret. Something that didn't rely as much on just him and Andrew and this makes a lot of sense because the wedding planning had kept him and Ryland quite busy, even Morgan and I as well.

Shane has never stopped helping people though, no matter how busy he is. That is why he let me have the day off today because he had some people coming over for an interview/video/therapy session and Shane wanted to be able to help them with no interruptions. He was mainly worried about how loud Garret usually is, but he asked us all to stay out of the house for most of the afternoon.

So Ryland, Morgan, Garret and I decided that it would be a productive use of our day to go Christmas shopping. Especially because Ryland and Morgan’s parents are coming to California soon and then we are all leaving for Colorado. Despite it being the middle of December, the LA sun is shining bright and nothing more than a hoodie is needed to battle the not so cold weather.

I was so honored that they invited me though. Not only has Shane become such an important part of my life, Ryland and Shane have also welcomed me into their family. My family doesn't celebrate Christmas and they live in another state, so they insisted I join them to celebrate it all together. After all, Christmas isn't the same in LA.

After a long drive in the crazy LA traffic, we hit a few stores in Rodeo Drive and got most of what we were going to gift each other. However, we still hadn't gone to the most important one, Target.

Just when we were coming into the store we saw none other than David Dobrik accompanied by his assistant, Natalie. I honestly thought that was who Shane was meeting with today so I was surprised to see them there, to say the very least. We have met a few times before at influencer events, which Shane doesn't go to therefore Ryland and Morgan drag me along, so we just all talked a little and they quickly left because they had to film a bit with the squad.

After saying goodbye to them, I immediately ask Ryland who was coming to the house today. David was my best guess and that had just been proven wrong.

“Ryland,” I begin to accept that my curiosity has finally gotten the best of me, “do you know who is coming to the house today to film the video?”

“Of course I do, hunty!,” he says smirking and with the enthusiasm and charisma he is known for, “Shane told me last week. But you, especially you, can’t know who it is just yet. It is all part of the master plan.”

“Well if it’s John Green, I think it is in everyone’s best interest that I am informed of what is going on,” I say trying to act unbothered and nonchalant, but Ryland can obviously tell that I am not happy that he isn't telling me anything.

“As long as there are snacks, there shouldn't be any problem,” Morgan says clearly over with this whole thing. She for sure knows something I don’t.

“SNACKS! You got that right, Morgan! Snacks and a good movie, that should be the plan for tonight,” says Garret excitedly and begins to laugh.

“Wait, why especially me? Why can't I specifically know about who’s at the house today?” I ask Ryland honestly confused and deadass scared for my job. What if Shane hired someone else and wanted to let me go? Before Christmas? This is the best job I have ever had, I don't want to lose it.

“Don’t worry it’s not what you think,” Ryland says walking away because he just saw some cute wine glasses. Ryland is clearly done avoiding my questions so we just keep shopping until we find what we need.

We finally make it back to the car after this long day and we are on our way home. Hopefully, we can just rest for the remainder of the evening because I am just exhausted. Ryland had picked up somethings and was planning to make a quick, homey meal so we could all have a chill night. Well, Ryland hardly ever cooks so, in reality, I’m the one making the food and Garret is gonna eat most of it before its done. We might need Postmates after all.

It's about 4 o'clock, but the sun is already setting, which is what I hate most about the winter. We are all in the car heading back to the house and the sun shining bright on our faces as Welcome to the Black Parade plays in the background. Emo? Maybe, but it never goes out of style.

As I lose myself in the lyrics, and Garret keeps talking about an upcoming Marvel movie, we finally arrive at the house. I am dying to take a warm bath and get out of these clothes because we have been running around all day and it might not be that warm, but I definitely look a little rough right now. As I look at my Lover crop top in the reflection when I get out of the car, I remember that Shane keeps telling me that I wear too much merch, and I am starting to believe he might be right after all.

We get all the bags out of the G-wagon and when we walk into the patio entrance of the house, Morgan trips and falls. The decorations fly in the air as we all die of laughter. Shane and Andrew rush out of the door to check if Morgan is ok. She is, though we are all mad it wasn’t caught on camera. When we are finally able to stop laughing, I look to the door and I see the last people on earth I have ever expected to meet at Shane’s house. Suddenly it all makes sense.

He was filming a video with the Dolan Twins.

#shane dawson #ryland adams #garret watts #andrew siwicki #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #morgan adams #imagine #the dolan twins #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #blurb #fan fic #fan fiction #youtube #youtuber

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grayzone · 5 years ago

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how would the twins react to their gf crying in front of them for the first time?

This is my first ask so if I butcher this I’m sorry...

I think both the boys will be super understanding. They hold you and cuddle you giving you kisses here and there while whispering sweet nothings in you ear. They’d properly put on a movie, give you their hoodie or make you some tea to help calm you down.

Since they both deal with anxiety and panic attacks I feel they would try breathing techniques to help calm you down. Rubbing soft circles on your cheeks, wiping your tears and placing kisses in their wake. They would probably make sure you get some sleep and be with you the whole time while rubbing your back and playing with your fingers. I feel like they would probably crack some jokes here and there when youre feeling better or talk about their day when your heads cuddled on his chest.

#grayson dolan imagines #grayson dolan fan fiction this is bad #grayson dolan #ethan dolan fanfic #grayson and ethan #ethan x reader #ethan dolan #im sorry #first ask

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dreamingawaydolan · 5 years ago

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graysons girlfriends insta stories

(inspired by: @clubdolan)

#ethan dolan #grayson dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan fan fiction #ethan dolan fanfic #tuesday #grayson and ethan #ethan dolan imagines #grayson dolan imagine #selfie

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earfquak3 · 5 years ago

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FLUFF alphabet - e.d.

Summary: Just a cute little fluff alphabet with Ethan

Warnings: none except a whole lot of fluff

Word count: 1963

A = Affection

Ethan absolutely loves showing affection. He does it all the time. Maybe he’s holding your hand, or kissing your cheek, but this boy always has to touch you in some way.

B = Baby

He obviously wants kids some day. Ever since he saw you play with his baby cousin at Christmas, he can’t get the idea out of his head. He wonders if it’ll have your sparkling eyes and his cute nose, or your beautiful, wavy hair and his pink plump lips. No matter what, he knows he’ll love that baby forever.

C = Cuddling

You already know this boy loves his cuddles. He might not want to admit it but this boy loves cuddling (and being cuddled). On the couch, in the car, in bed or on a beautiful flower field. It doesn’t matter where, but this boy will cuddle. He loves to wrap you in his big, strong arms, and pull you into his chest. You guys spend hours just laying in each others arms, talking about all and nothing.

D = Dates

You guys go on dates all the time. Wether it’s small dates at home in bed, or fancy ones in the expensive Hollywood restaurants. You have mandatory date night every Saturday, because it’s very important for the both of you that you spend time together. It also really helps, if you’ve had a stressfull week.

E = Equality

You can’t really say that any of you wears the pants in the relationship. You’re very good at making mutual decisions, but sometimes you use the ‘puppy eyes’ card, to get your way. Even though it’s pretty equal, who makes the call, Ethan is the dominant one when it comes to the bedroom;)

F = First ‘I love you’

Ethan was the one who said it first. He had randomly blurted it out, while you guys were having a playfight. At first you thought you heard wrong, but after looking into his eyes, and seeing that there were nothing but love, you knew it was true. Now you don’t go a day without saying it at least once. You’re very verbal when it comes to love, because one of your biggest fears, is losing someone you love.

G = Grayson

Grayson is your best friend. You love him just as much as you love Ethan, but in a friendly way (obviously). You three do everything together, and you know each other inside out. People often ask Ethan if he ever gets worried, that Grayson will steal you away from him, but the answer is always no, because Ethan knows you're his, and so do you.

H = Holding hands

Whenever E is close to you, he has to hold your hand. It doesn’t even have to be like full on hand holding, it can just be holding onto one of your fingers, while you're strolling through target. Or playing with your fingers while you're watching a movie, on a stormy night. Also when you're making love, he finds himself reaching for your hand, when he’s nearing his high. Ethan is, and will always be, a sucker for holding hands.

I = Impressions

Ethan was blown away from the first time he saw you. The second he laid his eyes, on that beautiful face, he knew you would spend the rest of your lives together. Of course you thought he was just another fuck boy at first, but as you got to know him, you learned that he’s actually the sweetest kid ever.

J = Jokes

As we know, Ethan loves pulling pranks. Wether it’s on you, Grayson or some third person, he’s always doing some sort of prank. He once pulled a cheating prank on you, and you got so sad he completely stopped pulling pranks on you. Poor Grayson has to take twice as many now:(

K = Kissing

Ethan is always in for a kiss. Doesn’t matter if it’s a full on make out session, or if it’s just a quick peck on the cheek. Ethan loves your lips, and he’s not afraid to show it. 90% of his photos on instagram, are of you kissing, so I think it’s safe to say that he doesn’t care about PDA.

L = LA

You guys love LA, you really do, but sometimes it’s just nice to get away from everything for a while. Sometimes you go on roadtrips to beautiful places, and other times you fly back to New Jersey for a little time out.

M = Memories

You love making memories together. Like that night Ethan woke you up at 3 am, to go on a hike to the Hollywood sign. Or that time when he tried to bake you a cake for your birthday, but ended up almost burning the kitchen down, so you and Gray had to buy a cake from Target.It doesn’t even have to be big moments, like when he asked you to be his girlfriend, it can also be small moments, like when you came home from a long day of work, and Ethan had done all the laundry even though it was your turn. It’s not always the big things that stick. Sometimes the smaller they are, the more we remember them.

N = No

Ethan can hardly say no to his princess. She doesn’t have to use the puppy eyes that often, before he gives in completely. But he can’t help it. This girl has him wrapped around her finger, and he knows it.

O = Orange

Whenever you’re with Ethan, it’s like you're exploding with colors. Even on the darkest, most grey days, he manages to get all the colors to shine through. Your cheeks turn pink at the smallest things, and when you kiss, it’s like you can taste the rainbow.

P = Polaroids

Apparently it’s not enough to document, all the stuff you guys do on video, but Ethan has his baby blue polaroid camera with him at all times. He always catches the moment. He keeps all the pictures in a box under the bed. It has all kinds of photos. You cuddled all up in a blanket after you had fallen asleep on his lap, or a picture of you post-sex with wild hair, and a huge grin plastered on your face.

Q = Questions

Being in the spotlight, you guys are constantly being asked tons of questions. Like if you’re engaged, or if it’s true that Ethan was spotted coming up with a chick at the beach yesterday (which was actually you). One time someone started a rumour that you were pregnant, after you posted a picture of you in your sweats. Needless to say the media had a field day that day.

R = Reassure

Ethan had always been very insecure, so you constantly had to reassure him that you loved him, and only him, whenever you would get too friendly with a guy, for his liking. Although that’s just another reason why you love him.

S = Sad

Just like good days, bad days are bound to happen. We all have our ups and downs, but you guys are just lucky enough, that you have each other, so you don’t have to go through the tough times alone. The other person is always there, welcoming with open arms. It’s not always easy getting up after falling down, but it’s 10x easier when you have someone else to help you.

T = Trips

You guys love to go on trips. Ethan got this stupid idea from pinterest, that he’ll kiss you in every continent (so far you’ve kissed on 4). You also have a map in your room, where you put a red pin in all the places you’ve visited together, and your goal is to fill out as many as possible. Travelling is always fun, but it’s 10x better when you do it with someone you love.

U = Universe

You used to be one of those girls who thought love at first sight and soulmates were bullshit, but after you met Ethan you’re certain all of it is true. It’s like you’ve been missing a piece of yourself all your life, but when you met Ethan you finally felt whole. He was that missing piece., and you're sure you're meant to be.

V = Vaunt

Ethan loves to show you off. He wants everyone to know you're his baby, and oh boy they sure do. When you're in public he makes sure you're always within arms reach, and whenever you do something, he's always the one cheering the loudest. He's your biggest supporter and everyone knows it. And of course it never hurts if he makes sure to leave a hickey or two before you leave the house;)

W = Wedding

Ethan is convinced you're going to get married, and you are too. He doesn’t know when, but he knows that he’s going to make you his forever. Sometimes he catches himself looking at wedding rings through a store window, or he finds himself looking for venues. He can’t help but imagine how it’ll be on that unforgettable day. You would be wearing a beautiful white dress, gorgeous as ever, and he’ll get tears in his eyes when you walk down the aisle. You’ll dance to your favourite song, and when the wedding is done, and all the guests have left, you’ll go back to the hotel, and you’ll stay up for hours talking about all and nothing. Ethan isn’t certain about a lot of things in life, but on thing he does know, is that you’ll be together forever.

X = Xylophone

You had always been a fan of Harry Styles, ever since the one direction days, so when Ethan heard he was playing in LA, he rushed to buy tickets. You got them for your birthday, and you almost started crying out of excitement (let’s just say Ethan definitely got a thank you for the gift if you know what I mean) When the day finally came, and you were about to leave to the venue, you were almost bursting with excitement. Ethan couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were. You sang your heart out to every single song he played, but one song stuck with you more than the others. When Harry was singing Meet me in the hallway, Ethan couldn’t help but stare at you. You were just so beautiful, how did he get so lucky? When you looked back at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, he knew that he loved you. At first you were shocked that he said it, of course you loved him back, but it was just so unexpected. You almost burst into tears, and grabbed his face and kissed him. You don’t think you've said ‘I love you* as many times as you did that night. That song will always hold a special place in your heart.

Y = yearning

Ethan is very clingy, so he has a hard time staying away from you for too long. One time you went away for two days, and he called you, crying and saying that he missed you, on the first night. Of course you would rather spend time in your boyfriends arms, than be at a boring college lecture, but Ethan takes it to a whole new level. But of course that’s just one of the reasons why you love him.

Z = Zebra

Ethan has always been a big pet fan, as well as you. You always talked about getting a pet, but that was kinda hard with Grayson in the house. But you guys made a deal that when you had your own house, you would buy all kinds of pets. Even a zebra!

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grayson-bailey · 5 years ago

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masterlist

the pergola - g. dolan

instagram stories of boyfriend!grayson

part 1 part 2

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pr1ncessjasm1ne · 6 years ago

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Love Sick

Summary: Y/N reminisces on memories that have led to the confessions of her best friend, [college!]Grayson, admitting his feelings. Word Count: ~ 5,600 Warnings: Cursing, mentions of smoking and drinking, but mostly fluff. A/N: Yikes, this is my first time posting for this fandom and NOT on my side blog, this is also the first time I write with a concept that I really like and needed for myself. I grew to love it and I might make a part 2, so PLEASE FEEL FREE TO GIVE FEEDBACK AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD WANT A SECOND PART!!! <3

tags: @cutesydolan @joeyskinnyleg @hmmmethan @ohmydolantwins

My days at university have been exceptionally beautiful during many moments. I was getting to date my best friend, whom I met here. It was an occurrence that I never really expected. It all started my freshman year. It was move-in day, to be exact.

“Mom, it’s to the left,” I instruct her on the other end of the large, blue plastic moving cart that we had unloaded my stuff into from our car. It was move in day for my first year of college, and I was ecstatic to be settled in and meeting new people to make friends immediately. I was also super excited to finally be away from home where I had never been allowed out of the house.

“Okay, number 205, right?” she asks as she slows down in front of the room. I nod in confirmation and move around to unlock the door. I guess I beat my roommate, since it was empty.

“Sweet, I want the bottom bunk!” I smiled at my mom as I started to walk in and she followed with the cart.

“Yay! If you fall off when you’re sleeping, you’re only a couple of feet off the ground!” She teased. She likes to think I’m a huge clutz in avoiding the reality that she’s oblivious to, which is that she’s the huge clutz. But whatever. I rolled my eyes in response and asked her to start putting the sheets on my bed while I go get the second cart with my dad.

The second I stepped out my door, I bumped in to a taller, larger man holding a huge box that hit my face. “Oh shit- I’m so, so sorry!” I heard as I clenched my eyes shut and held my hands to my temple. I open my eyes to find a pair of beautiful, deep green orbs decorated with some thick and sharp eyebrows currently furrowed with concern.

“Uh… it’s ‘kay,” I giggled. I felt like I forgot the entire English language in that moment. I continued my hold on my temple before he gently removed my hands by the wrists, making me shiver a bit.

“Oh no, did the corner of the box hit you? It looks like you have a little cut.. oh my god, I’m so-“

“Hey, it’s fine! Nothing a little Neosporin can’t fix,” I reassure, “just be a little more careful, please. I’m asking for everyone.” He sports a small smirk and I caught his cute little dimple. The little dimple I didn’t know I would ever come to love so much.

“Okay, you got it. But still, I’m so sorry. Can I do anything?” He asks, without realizing someone was behind him trying to push another cart. It was my dad, bringing in the second cart I was supposed to help him with.

“Y/N, who’s this?” My dad blatantly asks. Grayson drops his hold on my hands and looks up. Dad has never been fond of any boys in my life, saying they were clearly only after one thing. It was no different with any stranger who looked between 17 and 20 years old. He’s a little overprotective, I guess.

“Good question, what’s your name, boy-who-hit-me-with-his-box?” I cross my arms and cock an eyebrow. He shifts his eyes between my dad and I, growing a little red in the face.

“I promise it was an accident- I’m Grayson…” he smiles a bit awkwardly. I couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction to my dad’s glare after I mentioned the incident that brought our meet, to begin with.

My dad completely dismissed Grayson’s existence and asked me to move out of the doorway to bring the first cart in and replace it with the second one. I did as I was told and moved over to let my parents handle the moving for a second.

“Do you need any help with that box, by the way?” I asked, pointing down at the box he had dropped when he grabbed my wrists. He quickly bent down to pick it up and let out a small chuckle.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind a spotter to make sure I don’t hit anyone else,” he smiled in my direction. How am I supposed to resist that smile? I moved to be in front of him and led him down to the boy’s hall of the residence.

“What number?” I asked, slowing down my pace as we made our way down.

“220, right there,” he pointed me to the door just a few feet away. I helped him steer clear of a couple of parents he couldn’t see, and probably would have hit with his obscenely large moving box. I noticed the door was prompted open, so I let myself in. I let curiosity get the best of me and decided to watch him for a bit.

“Bottom or top bunk?” I asked. He set the box down behind me and dropped to his knees to start unpacking it.

“I want the bottom bunk, but I know my brother is going to use the ‘I was born first’ card to claim it once he gets here,” he sighs. I take the liberty to sit down on the bottom bunk to test it out.

“Hmm. Unless you want to hit your head constantly on the top bunk, I think you dodged a bullet there,” I stated while holding the metal bars above me.

“Same difference, I’ll hit my head up on the ceiling, too. I just don’t wanna climb,” he smiles. He shifts his focus from the box over to me, and I notice he caught a glance of my exposed thighs in my shorts. I immediately felt a bit insecure and I covered them with my hands before standing up.

“True. Well, good luck to you, Grayson. I have to go help my parents before they complain and say I’m avoiding them,” I say while peeping into his box. It looked like a bunch of tech stuff and lost interest for the moment, making a mental note to ask about it later. “I’ll see you around,” I sport my biggest smile as I leave the room.

“Bye, Y/N!”

I saw Grayson very frequently that year. We bumped into each other nearly every day first semester; I saw him after sociology as I was making my way into the building and he was making his way to class. During midterms season in early October, I would get annoyed of my roommate talking to her boyfriend from back home every single night while I was trying to study. I decided to go in the common room of the residence hall one night and found Grayson taking up an entire table with his laptop, books, and notes spread out as he was studying. That night, he was wearing a white hoodie and gray sweats, looking real cute and cozy. He had his hood up and fidgeted with the strings, which I later found out he did often. He was alone in the common room, which indicated that it was pretty late at night considering that was a popular study space. Even though there was plenty of space, I still sat at the table he occupied because I didn’t want him to feel lonely, even if we were both going to be silently working on our own things. That quickly turned out to be the opposite of what we intended. Every time we started studying, he would ask me random questions about myself and got me rambling for hours. Eventually, this became a problem because we would never really get work done. I found out his twin brother, Ethan, was always playing video games late at night while he tried to study. I didn’t mind that I would hardly get my work done with him. I enjoyed getting to know him every few nights at 3 in the morning until the sun rose and we called it a night and went on with our lives.

Second semester, I found him in my statistics class. Our late-night study sessions, therefore, started to become intentional as well as more frequent. The fact that we both actually needed to study and had each other for support didn’t stop us from getting distracted and talking about literally anything else. I also started hanging out with him in our rooms which eventually led to hanging out outside of the residence hall. We started going to the dining halls together along with his brother, Ethan, and my new friend Alena. Alena quickly made a move on Ethan one night while we were all taking a walk around the lake nearby to stargaze. I was very happy for them when they shared their first kiss together, but it made me a bit sad when I had no one to share an experience like that with. Grayson suggested I should get on tinder, but I didn’t cave then. I was always hoping something would spark between us and bring us together and I don’t think I would have wanted there to be a chance for it to happen with someone else. Not at that time.

Over summer, Grayson and Ethan went back to New Jersey, while Alena went back to her hometown of San Angelo, Texas. I made my way back to my small town in California, which was only a few hours away from our university. I was happy to be back home, but I missed Grayson more than anyone. We started sending one another consistent snapchats of random things that happened throughout our day. Or random selfies with “bored” somewhere on the caption. It always depended on the day, really. But there was never a day I didn’t see his gorgeous face on my screen. At some point in the summer, we started to facetime at night, continuing our late-night chats from the study room. Most times, he would be sending me things to watch on youtube and watch my reaction. It was something we liked to do at our distracted study nights as well. Other times, we would just keep each other company while we played video games or one of us was trying to sleep. It became habitual to fall asleep to the sound of Grayson Dolan’s soft snores even though he had never physically slept next to me. I almost couldn’t sleep the night I moved back up for the second year of college.

“This apartment is sick, [Y/N]! You could throw parties here!” Grayson exclaimed, sitting on my new bed. I let out a small giggle as I sat next to him. “I’m not really a party girl, Gray,” I tilted my head at him. He averted his gaze and stared at his lap.

“You’re right, but I’ll be coming over a lot. This is way better than the small studio Ethan got us stuck with,” he said shifting his eyes back to mine. I felt a slight rush of heat and decided to lay down and stare at the ceiling to shake off the effect Grayson’s eyes had on me. I hadn’t looked into them since the last day before summer, and I forgot how intimidating they were. I always felt like Grayson could see into my soul and take it to keep whenever he laid eyes on me.

“You’re welcome to stay whenever Ethan won’t stop geeking out,” I offered. “But you’re also welcome whenever, and you know that”. I was trying so hard to suppress the smile that threatened to stretch out my cheeks. I felt him lay back next to me, and I shifted my attention to his face.

“Thanks, beautiful,” he almost whispered. I swear if it had been any lower, I wouldn’t have heard him. I almost pretended not to hear it, but my smile and blushing cheeks made it evident. I quickly sat up again, shaking off this feeling.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want Grayson to know how I felt, nor was it that I was afraid of rejection. I genuinely just wanted to keep Grayson around as platonic as I could for as long as I could. I also did not think he was anywhere in my league, but I wouldn’t let that flood my mind. I enjoyed Grayson and his company. His actions and words never crossed any boundaries of mine and I couldn’t tell if that was intentional or not. Regardless, he was my best friend and Alena would kill me if she heard me say it. I tried to tell myself I was just lusting over my best friend because I was horny, and he was the closest guy I had around. Besides him and Ethan, I didn’t have many guy friends who were straight in my life at the moment. And I definitely did not want to pursue Ethan after him and Alena had hooked up one night and she caught feelings for him- BAD. And I can’t blame her. Ethan was amazing, sweet, hilarious, and the tinge bit of annoying was actually endearing on him. However, he was no Grayson to me. Sure, Ethan checked up on me and sent me random memes every now and then. But my second year showed me just how close Grayson and I were going to get.

It was a cold night during finals week of first semester when I was studying at the library and I got my period out of nowhere. No, it wasn’t just that I was far from my apartment and couldn’t get a pad that made me lose it. It was also that I was so close to failing the class I was studying for, and it was that I had spent 14 hours studying the material that day alone, and that I hadn’t had a proper sleep for 4 days also studying for this exam.

While I was sitting in the bathroom stall, crying my eyes out at 1 am, I tried to call Alena to see if she could bring me a pad or tampon from home. To my dismay, her phone was off and I kept getting sent to voicemail. Just a few minutes later, I got a text from Grayson, who had also been studying with me at the library:

gray<3: hey u good?

I knew he was no stranger to periods and wasn’t one of those boys to get freaked out by it, so I decided to call him.

“Hey, what’s up? You’ve been in the bathroom for a while. I got worried,” he said. I tried to muffle my sobs and get myself together.

“I got my period and I don’t have anything with me, Alena won’t pick u-“

“HEY does anyone have a pad or tampon?” I heard Grayson say away from the speaker. “My friend is in the bathroom, she doesn’t have anyth- oh thanks! Yeah I think she’s in the bathroom on this floor,” he said to someone else. I started laughing at his shameless behavior. He was never hesitant to make sure I was taken care of but this was just amusing to me. “Okay a blonde girl is gonna come in there any minute now, she had something useful,” he giggles. I reciprocate the laughter as my heart jumps a little bit.

“Thanks, Grayson,” I say before hanging up.

While small, the gesture stuck with me that night. He also went to the campus convince store located across from the library and bought me some snacks to cheer me up while we studied a bit longer. When we were done, he walked me back to my apartment and stayed the night. When I asked him why he wanted to spend the night during the most stressful time of our semester when he could be bundled up and cozy in his own bed, he said he would rather make sure I’m extra warm and getting cuddled when I was on my period and stressing over exams. This was new territory in our friendship and we had yet to test the waters. We had cuddled before, but it was always for a short period of time and while others were present. Most times, it was when we were watching movies or playing games with a group of people and we were stuck sitting on the floor. I would lean my back against his chest as he leaned against a couch or cabinet. That night, he held me in the same position but laying down, with one arm gently around my waist and the other tucked around my head as he stroked my hair every now and then. It was the first time since summer that I had fallen asleep to the sound of his soft snores. I found myself drifting off easily to the gentle, warm feeling of them against my hair. To say I caught myself falling in love with him that night is an understatement. I finally admitted it but didn’t know where to go from there. It was different from how I had seen him before.

Winter break separated us again, and the facetime calls became more frequent than they had been over summer. It got to a point where I started introducing him to my family over facetime, and he did the same. Nonetheless, I was surprised on Christmas Eve when he facetimed me asking to open the package that he sent me through the mail as a Christmas gift for a reaction. I was in the living room where my family had been gathered to watch a Christmas movie when he texted me to check the mail. I didn’t expect to see a small box and a separate envelope from him in there. Immediately, I ran up the stairs to my room with my family asking what I was doing. I didn’t pay attention to them and bolted straight to my bed as he called. I answered and sat down before opening the envelope first, as he requested.

The first thing I found in there was a hand-written note reading:

“Y/N,

First of all, you don’t understand how much I miss you. Seeing you through a screen literally does you no justice. I’d rather be giving you this in person. Second, you’re so special to me. You’re my best friend. And my best friend deserves the best. I really hope you like it. I chose it myself and Ethan said it was nice… I kinda trust him. I just thought of you instantly when I saw it. Lastly, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

- Gray”

I think he knew exactly how to pull at my heartstrings by this time, and he knew handwritten notes were one of my favorite things. I kept all the random sticky notes with jokes and doodles he put in my notebooks when I wasn’t looking while we studied at the library all those nights. He didn’t know I kept them all in the back of my planner, sticking them an inch apart to create a collection.

I pulled the next thing out of the envelope, which was three Polaroid pictures we had taken at three different times. The first picture was an attempted selfie that was mostly Grayson’s smile and my eye featuring one of the ears of my cat ear headband. On the bottom, written in sharpie was: “10/31/17 – one of my favorite nights”.

“So we’re dressing up just to hang out and eat candy?” I asked Grayson from my bed, as he sat against it with his laptop open searching for last minute DIY Halloween costumes.

“No, we’re dressing up because it’s Halloween. It’s tradition,” he states sternly.

I didn’t dare question Grayson and his love for holidays. He ended up asking me to do some skull makeup on him, which I did… poorly. And I just stuck on my cat ears that I had laying around for when I wanted to push my hair back while doing my makeup. I went full out with him and drew some whiskers on with eyeliner and drew a pink heart on my nose with lipstick. He insisted we should take a polaroid and the one that came out was the one he sent in the mail. We burst out into laughter after we saw the developed photo because Grayson swore that he had the perfect angle for us to be in frame, and he was totally wrong. But at the time, it was the last of the film he had, and we decided the photo would suffice for memories and we took a few selfies on his phone for better measure. That night ended in us watching Rick and Morty until I passed out in the bed where we were sitting against the wall, and Grayson went home. I didn’t know why it was one of his favorite nights, so I asked him while we were on facetime.

“It was the first night I saw you fall asleep in front of me,” he said with a bit of hesitation in his voice, “all the other times were over facetime.” My lips betrayed me when I tried to hide my smile. I didn’t think Grayson had such fond memories of small things like this as I did. I thought I was the only one.

The second photo was one of Grayson holding a joint in his mouth and I held a lighter against the joint and smiled at the camera. Again, written in sharpie: “11/11/17- baby’s first weed”. I laughed hysterically at this one. This was from the first time Grayson and I smoked weed together, and his first time ever smoking.

“Okay, remember to hold it in your mouth and then when you pull it away, inhale it,” I instructed Grayson. My housemate Kiara had brought home several joints and left them out on the living room coffee table for anyone who wanted them. I was curious to see what Grayson would be like while he was high. Alena was with us, and she had never smoked before either.

“Wait, let me take a picture with Grayson’s polaroid!” Alena exclaimed. We posed somewhat silly, and then I lit the joint for Grayson.

Grayson took a puff of the joint and breathed as I had taught him. His eyes were getting a little bloodshot as he kept taking hits, and they were also a bit hooded and seemed sleepy. I knew he was high when the three of us were sitting in comfortable silence while lightly playing The 1975 from my phone. I heard a slight snort escape him. It took me a little bit to react, looking over to him and giggling inexplicably.

“What?” I asked through a smile.

“I don’t know,” he replied, still giggling. “I just wanna laugh!!”

“It’s the weed, Gray!” Alena cackled out. I couldn’t believe the lightweights that sat on each side of me on the couch. I was also high, but I obviously forgot what it was like when you smoked for the first time.

After a while, Alena felt the sleepiness hit her and she knocked out in her bed, leaving me alone with high Grayson. We sat in the same silence with the light sounds of the music for a while before Grayson admitted he was feeling the munchies hit him. We made our way to the kitchen when I remembered I had some left-over, pre-made cookie dough from baking cookies for Alena’s birthday last month. Right as I put the cookies in the oven, Grayson wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and lifted me up.

“Gray!! STOP!” I squealed and laughed. I would have normally begged him to stop for a bit longer, but he turned me around and sat me up on the counter next to the stove. I choked on my breath a little bit as he spread my legs apart slightly to allow himself in between. I didn’t know what was going on because he had never done this before, but I wasn’t going to complain. His face was close to mine, and I noticed his eyes fixed to my lips, then my eyes, and then my lips again. I couldn’t handle the intensity in this interaction, so I grabbed the cookie dough wrapper and started picking at the bits of lingering dough to stick in my mouth. “Want some?” I asked with a slight shake in my voice, holding out my dough covered finger. He smiled and accepted the cookie dough I held up, licking up the dough and going for more from the wrapper. I didn’t want things to get awkward with Grayson if I had made a move and kissed him when maybe he was just super high and admiring me for no reason.

The last photo was just of me, asleep on his chest with his hand through my hair. This was from the morning after he had spent the night during finals and I didn’t even know he took this. This time, the sharpie just read “12/13/17 – nervous x nbhd”. My heart escaped my entire body and I felt my head start to spin. I knew this meant he wanted me to know that I made him nervous, as The Neighborhood had so perfectly titled their song. I couldn’t breathe, but before I could ask Grayson anything, my mom barged into my room.

“Y/N, come back down please. We’re doing family stuff,” she said eagerly, “don’t be rude by staying up here.”

“Okay, give me just a second mom, Grayson sent me this-“

“Y/N! Now!” she whisper-yelled. I put the polaroids away in my desk just in case my mom wanted to punish me for smoking weed or being asleep on top of a boy.

“Hey, Grayson I’m sorry. I gotta go, but I’ll open the package later?” I bit my finger nervously.

“That’s fine, go do family stuff. I’ll be awake,” he reassures me. I felt butterflies in my stomach knowing I’ll be talking to him later.

While watching yet another boring Christmas movie with my family, I couldn’t help but think about Grayson deciding to put that song title on the picture of me sleeping. What did this mean? Was there any meaning to it at all? I was stepping in more uncharted territory with Grayson, and with anyone. I hadn’t had a boyfriend since the beginning of high school, so I forgot how to interact with boys I liked. I also didn’t get much practice since I was too busy swooning over Grayson to pay attention to any other guys who might have been potential interests. Grayson didn’t make it very clear if there were any other girls in his life, but the more I thought about it, the less I could think of a single time he talked about being interested in a girl. I grabbed my phone and texted Ethan.

Y/N: Hey I need to talk to you Don’t tell Grayson!!! PLEASE!

Eetee: What’s up??

Y/N: Okay I need you to be completely honest with me right now

Eetee: Ok…? I always am but ok

Y/N: Yes. So does Grayson like me??

Read at 9:47pm

I got nervous as he left me hanging for a good 15 minutes.

Y/N: ETHAN PLEASE DON’T SAY ANYTHING TO GRAYSON

Eetee: I can’t tell you anything either

Y/N: What do you mean?

Eetee: You’re asking someone who was sworn to secrecy on this subject. Shouldn’t that give it away?

Eetee: Btw that should be a totally obvious answer, but I can’t insinuate anything. Just talk to him

Ethan knew Grayson was in love with me. Grayson had told him about every single time he got me to smile so much that my faint dimples started showing. Grayson told him about every snapchat I sent him while he held up his phone and said “Isn’t she so cute?!” Ethan was there every time Grayson came home from hanging out with me, feeling sad that he couldn’t find the courage to confess how he felt. Ethan was also there the night Grayson got high and came home giggling hysterically. He knew he had smoked, but what he didn’t expect was to hear Grayson tell him how he almost kissed me. He almost found the courage to act on his feelings, but I made cookie dough our “cock-blocker”. Ethan wanted to tell me all of this right then, but Grayson made him swear he wouldn’t spill a word to me because he wanted to do it himself. He needed to find the right words and the right time.

I decided to leave my family once again, claiming that I was tired and promised to come back down if I couldn’t sleep. It was a cheap excuse, but my family finally let me go and I immediately facetimed Gray as I locked the door to my room.

“Hey again,” he smiled through his barely open hoodie. He was snuggled up in his bed and looked so perfectly cute. I could never get enough of him.

“Hi, sorry about earlier. I’ve been so eager to keep talking to you.”

“It’s okay. Go open your present,” he flashed his toothy smile as he commanded me to open what he sent.

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, right? The pictures are amazing, and I was so close to crying before my mom came in,” I admitted.

“Cool, then it worked. Now open what I WANTED to get you because I know I don’t have to get you anything,” he chuckled. He knew I was stubborn about gifts and I hated being materialistic.

But when I opened the package, I didn’t expect to see what he had gifted me. It made my heart stop for the second time tonight, but also start racing faster than it was already going. I stopped fighting my smiles at this point. “Gray….. what the…?” I whispered.

“Just wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” He said sweetly. It was a beautiful, dainty gold necklace with a small crescent moon adorning that I had seen in a jewelry store we checked out when Ethan wanted a new chain and we tagged along. It was very pretty but I couldn’t afford it and I had honestly, completely forgotten about it. I’m surprised Grayson remembered how much I loved it when I saw it.

“Why did you- when did you- what?!” I was out of words. This was the most attention someone had ever put into a gift for me. Even though I didn’t wear jewelry often, I knew I was going to be rocking this necklace every single day just because Grayson had gifted it to me.

“I know you love the moon, and you loved that necklace so much. I saw it in your eyes when we were at that store. I went back like a month later by myself and got it. Saved it for Christmas.” Grayson sounded really proud of himself, and honestly, I was too. This was such a sweet gift and it truly made me want to be the first to confess how I felt and get it over with.

“Grayson, I love it. Thank you so much,” I gushed, “god, I love you…” I said quietly. I felt an awkward silence fall on us, and I was unsure as to if he heard me or not. I kept my focus on the necklace to avoid seeing his face if he had heard me.

“Y/N… I need to tell you something….” He said quietly, losing his short-lived confidence. I looked at my phone screen to see him tucked behind his hoodie that he had pulled the strings on, only his nose and some of his forehead visible. “I’ve had a major crush on you since we met, and my feelings just keep getting more intense. I wanted to tell you in person, I swear-“

“It’s okay, you have told me in person,” I cut him off reminiscing in all the memories where I left myself wondering if he liked me or if it was just a delusion of mine. The pictures and his confession of said “crush” was enough confirmation that I had been waiting for.

“What do you… oh, the pictures?” He chuckled, opening his hoodie a little more, to peek through. “Yeah, I was hoping you caught on eventually… I just- I’m not sure how to tell someone I like them, so…”

“It’s fine, I love the pictures. I love the necklace. I’m so, so happy right now, Gray.”

We spent that night on facetime until 5 in the morning in my time zone, but he was up until 8 in the morning, where he had to go open presents with his family. We talked about our different memories where it was obvious that we had feelings for one another and we both felt like the other was not into them. I laughed at how he thought the time I changed in front of him was because I thought of him as a brother. But I was very drunk, and he walked me home that night to make sure I was okay. And I needed help getting out of the dress I had worn because the back zipper got caught on something and fell off completely. Everyone else in my apartment was still out partying and Grayson was the only person around, which was fine by me. I pranced around in my underwear after he helped me out, hoping it would be a bit amusing or maybe spark a bit of innocent, drunk fun between us. He admitted he was also drunk that night, being overly tempted to finally kiss my lips as well, and touching my bare skin made him too nervous to make a move. He didn’t want to send the wrong message, so he avoided contact with me until I needed to be tucked into bed when he kissed my head through my hair. I hardly remembered that, as I was pretty wasted. But, he told me how nervous he was I’d get weirded out by it.

This is where it really started.

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Another shopping date with your best friend, was what you thought this morning. But if you only knew what was waiting for you.

‘Be there in 10’ was message from your best friend that just popped up on your phone.

You were really excited to see her again since she’s been travelling around the world with her boyfriend. She was away for 5 months and as you think about it now, you don’t know how could you survive that long without her. You know each other since forever and you’re sure that she’s the person you can tell anything and she will keep it a secret. She came back from Bali this Friday and immediately made plans with you for the next day.

You both wanted and needed your day off together just to tell the other one what she missed and what was on your heart.

You were already ready for her to pick you up, wearing a nice red overall, curled hair and lipstick matching your outfit. You went to put your shoes on, made sure that your iron is off and happily left your place.

You didn’t know you were holding your feelings in until you saw her car and her standing next to it. You run to her and started screaming, just like she did. If someone saw you, they probably thought you’re two freaks, jumping and hugging each other like crazy. And you were. Crazy happy that your best friend is finally in the town and you can hug her after those looong five months.

“Oh my god Y/N! You look so hot!” she looked you up and down and lost her words on how good you looked.

“Stop saying that you know I hate compliments!” you said while the red color made it’s way to your cheeks. It’s true, you don’t know how to accept or give compliments. You turn into weird ball of ‘thanks’ and weird smile. “And look at you huh?! You look amazing.” You looked her up and down just like she did few moments ago, but she did look amazing for real. Her skin was kissed by the sun just right, her hair shortened a little and her skin was glowing. You should probably go on the next trip with her if you would look that good when you come back.

“Okay, enough. We both look amazing and blah blah blah. Let’s goooo I want to hear everything I missed in your life.” She literally threw you in her car and run to the driver side.

As she started driving, she asked you the question. What is ‘the question’ you ask? Let me tell you, it’s the question about boyfriend. The usual ‘So is there any boy I should know about in your life?’ or ‘So did you find a boyfriend finally?’ or ‘Tell me about your love life!’ etc etc.

You rolled your eyes, because you were annoyed of how often people ask you this question. Your mum, your grandma, your co-workers or even your little cousin who found a boyfriend in her kindergarten class.

“Nothing interesting.” Was what she got as answer.

“Oh come on Y/N, there must be something. At least some one night stands?”

“You mean me being drunk as hell and sleeping with someone I knew for a half hour? Yeah few of them, but I think I don’t like that anymore. I want something more serious.” You sighed and looked out of the window.

“Well, let’s find you someone today. You look amazing so it will be easy.” You always admired her positivity. She was always excited about the smallest things. And yeah, she found you a few ‘boyfriends’ but it never lasted for long so you didn’t take her words seriously.

After walking through the whole mall and dealing with your friend desperately trying to find you a boyfriend, coffee was exactly what you needed. But let me tell a few stories from today. The one when she made you to put on a t-shirt with a half of heart, you thinking it was some best friend type of t-shirt, but then she came to this random boy and said ‘Hey handsome. Why don’t you try this on and let me find you the other half?’. Good for her that you were still in the changing room and didn’t kick her head off. Or when she asked for a number from a guy who’s girlfriend was looking for her size just two metres away? Amazing.

“Okay that’s enough. It’s probably my destiny, to be alone. Maybe grow old with a few cats in a cabin in the middle of the woods.” It was a joke, but you didn’t have energy to laugh after this day.

“Oh shut up you know that I won’t let that happen. We will find you a Prince Charming one day, maybe it’s not the right time now.”

“Yeah I guess.” You mumbled in a response. “Let’s just get a coffee and a cake now please.”

So you did exactly that and when you were looking for a place to sit? Your luck showed again and left you the biggest table at the coffee shop possible.

“Let’s just drink our coffee and then go home and watch some movies.” Your friend said, because she could sense that you were getting little angry after this whole day.

So you slowly drank your drinks and made a small talk about her travelling.

She was in the middle of telling you how the nature in Iceland is when someone interrupted you.

“Hi, um, I am sorry but do you have two seats free? There isn’t any free table. If you wouldn’t mind of course.” A good looking boy with brown hair and hazel eyes asked you. An then it hit you. Ethan Dolan. And Grayson Dolan just right next to him. It seemed like your friend noticed too because of her freeze, but she was always the good one with boys so she took it in her own hands.

“Of course we don’t mind. Feel free to sit with us.” She said with a smile on her face.

Both of them smiled right back at you and said thanks. The table was really big, so even though you were sitting together, you didn’t bump into each other or heard what they are talking about. So you two just continued talking about the Icelandic nature.

But after few minutes three girls came to your table, well to the side where the twins were sitting. Fans, you thought, asking for pictures, not a big deal. But that was until you heard “Would you mind taking your shirt off for the picture?” when you heard that, you couldn’t help but spat your drink back in the mug and said simple “Excuse me?”

Do I need to say that the six pairs of eyes were looking right at you?

“Excuse you? Who are you?” the same girl asked.

“I’m sorry, but don’t you think it’s a little inappropriate and embarrassing?”

“Well I didn’t ask you so why do you care?” you could that everyone was feeling uncomfortable right at the moment.

“Well I am sorry, but he’s not taking his shirt off.” You pointed at Ethan, but stared back at her.

“And who do you think you are to say what he can and can’t do?” it was visible that she was getting mad, but so were you.

“Because obviously he’s feeling uncomfortable even hearing the question and probably didn’t want to turn you off, so did I.”

“Calm down you big smart mouth.” She rolled her eyes at you and that was a mistake of hers.

BOOM. You didn’t even have time to stop yourself, but you did it. You slapped her. It seemed like a slowmootion when you looked at her covering her face and then your right hand. What in the hell did you just do?

“Okay that’s enough, let’s go.” You heard male voice say, while you put your hands over your mouth.

Then you felt strong arms take you by your waist and lead you away.

“What the hell Y/N? I didn’t know you’re that bad ass!” You heard your friend’s voice following you, as those strong arms were still placed on your waist.

You stopped at the parking lot, finally turning around to see three people staring at you.

“I-“ you didn’t know what to say. You really didn’t.

“I’m sorry?” you managed to say after few deep breaths.

“For what? For standing up for me? Thank you.” Ethan said with a laugh in his voice, because let’s be honest, it was kind of funny moment. You felt his strong arms around you once again when he hugged you.

“Okay, then you’re welcome I guess.” You hugged him back and finally laughed at the situation that happened while ago.

“Can I buy you another coffee? I mean both of you, we dragged you here and you probably didn’t finish your drink.” Ethan said and looked at his twin who just nodded in agreement.

“I actually have something in like few minutes. I forgot to tell you that I have to look after my neighbour’s kid tonight. They’re going out for a dinner.” Your friend said and you knew right away it was a lie.

“But-“ you tried to talk, but before you finished it, your friend slapped Grayson on his back and gave him a look, because he obviously didn’t see what she was trying to do. She saw Ethan looking at you like at someone who saved his life and she saw a chance of possible boyfriend. So after the slap, Grayson got the hint and tried to make some excuse that you would believe, because he knew Ethan could see what was he trying to do.

“And I have to go pick up my new shoes actually, so you can just go and grab some coffee by yourselves?” he said already walking away so neither of you had a chance to protest and your friend? Already gone.

“They are so bad at this. She doesn’t have neighbours with kid.” You said.

“Yeah, you can just say that they are stupid. Couldn’t make better excuses?” Ethan turned to face you. I mean, you both knew what they were doing. “But yeah I guess we can just grab some coffee by yourself what do you think?”

“I think that ice cream sounds better.” You smiled.

“Then ice cream it is.” Ethan said and opened the door to his car for you.

He took you to this nice cosy place where you had the best ice cream of your life. And you didn’t end up with one ice cream for sure.

You were sitting with a fifth ice cream on the hood of Ethan’s car when he said ‘Thank you’ for like a hundredth time today.

“I swear if you say it once more the ice cream will end up in your face.”

“Okay that sounds terrifying.” You both laughed. It actually surprised you how much in common you two had. He was nice and easy to talk to. You didn’t even notice that the sun was setting down because of how much you were caught in the conversation.

“I think I should take you home. It’s getting late.” He stated and jumped off the hood.

“Yeah.” You looked down at him , ready to jump down on his level, but his actions were faster. He picked you up by your waist and put you down. And didn’t let go off you. You stared in each others eyes for a minute before he spoke up again.

“I will get you home only if you promise me another ice cream date?”

“Well, only if you will take your shirt off.” You both couldn’t help the laugh escaping your lips.

“I will have to think about that.” He pulled you little bit closer, but watched your reaction if you don’t get uncomfortable, because that was something he didn’t want to for sure. “But for real now, can I take you on a date? I didn’t expect to meet you at all, but like, where were you my whole life?” you weren’t sure if he was trying to change the subject with the joke, but you knew you wanted to see this boy again.

“Yes.” Who could tell that this one word would put that big smile on Ethan Dolan’s face?

So he drove you home, you exchanged numbers and he gave you a kiss on the cheek. Simple, but cute gesture.

“See you later Dolan.” You screamed at him walking towards the place you live in.

“Yeah. And make sure to take your shirt off next time I pick you up!” he screamed back and you just laughed at what he said. That was for sure something that became your inside joke.

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So this one is for @matthwatsons and I hope you like it.

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“I’m such a mess.” (Grayson Dolan)

so i just finished watching the twins’ docu and i felt so touched, i wanted to write something emotional, since i feel like i could relate to what they went through. i debated for a while if i should post this, not wanting to turn to too emotional fields, but then i thought that writing this was a way of coping for me and maybe someone else could benefit from reading this. but if not, then i was just happy to create this.

warning: it’s pretty emotional imo

word count: 1k

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Some days are better, some are darker, this is the way it goes. It’s a rollercoaster you never chose to sit on, but the moment you get off, it’s the very end. All you can do is fight and be there for the people who are having a worse day than you, making sure they know it’s going to get better.

It’s been hard in the past one and a half year and you know it won’t be the same like it used to be, but a lot has changed too and now you are just trying to maneuver your way through your days, trying to see the silver lining in everything.

Grayson puts his empty plate into the sink and he walks into his bedroom mumbling a faint thank you, this is how you know he is feeling down. He always kisses you when he thanks something to you. Not just from this to be honest, you saw it in his eyes, the way he talked all day, this is just one of those days when it’s harder on him. Ethan is finishing up his meal and you drink up your water, hearing the shower turn on in Gray’s bathroom.

“Thanks for the dinner, Y/N,” Ethan smiles once he is done eating.

“No problem,” you return the smile and you both know it goes a little further than just the food.

“I’ll clean up,” he tells taking your and his empty plate as he steps to the sink and starts running the water.

You take a few seconds to yourself before standing up from the table and walking over to him, curling an arm around his shoulders from behind as you give him a quick hug.

“Thanks for being here,” he tells you, leaning his head against yours as he gently washes the plates. You feel like he shouldn’t even thank you, this is just where you need to be, you wouldn’t be anywhere else.

You squeeze his arm shooting him a small smile before running your hand over his buzz cut, something you still haven’t gotten used to truly.

“Good night, E,” you sigh heading down the hallway.

“Night Y/N,” he calls after you before you walk into Gray’s room and close the door behind you.

Climbing to the bed you check your phone while waiting for him to be done in the bathroom, the water is still running and you expect him to be in there for at least fifteen more minutes. Long showers are his thing whenever he feels like things are starting to be too much, he says the sound of the water running clears his mind.

You’re curled up under the sheets when he finally walks out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him behind. His hair is still wet and his grey shirt is sticking to his body from the steam. You see his eyes soften at you as you push yourself up in bed at his arrival. Tossing his clothes to the laundry basket he walks to his side of the bed and gets under the cover, lying on his back while you turn to your side to face him.

“Want to talk about it?” you softly ask, brushing a wet lock of hair out of his forehead while he keeps his eyes focused on the ceiling.

“Not right now,” he quietly answer and you nod understandingly. Talking is hard and not many realize this. Sharing something so deep, frightening and intimate is a challenging task and you would never force him to do it when he is not ready for it. You just have to trust that when he feels like the time is right he’ll turn to you.

Scooting closer you wrap your arms around him and he moves instantly, his body curling around yours as his strong arms find their way around your waist, head resting on your chest as you hold him close, kissing the top of his head. He sighs several times as you just lie there in complete silence.

“I’m such a mess,” he then speaks up. Lacing your fingers through his hair you close your eyes before you talk.

“Everyone is a mess. Some are bigger, some are smaller, but we are all just messes.”

“It doesn’t feel like that.”

“Because people are good at hiding,” you say as a sad smile pulls on your lips. Opening your eyes you see him lift his head and turning to you, resting his chin on your chest looking into your eyes.

“Are you a big or a small mess?”

“Right now? I would say… I’m a medium,” you reply smiling warmly at him.

“I’m the size of LA, I think.”

“That’s one big mess,” you state still smiling. You don’t tell him he is not that big of a mess. You don’t try to convince him what he feels is not real, because it is. Whatever he feels is the truth and you’d never try to minimize it.

“Yeah,” he nods, deep in his thoughts. You let him think without saying anything, fingers still playing with his hair as you watch his eyes move around the room, thick eyelashes framing that warm gaze of his that you adore so much.

“Maybe I’ll be a smaller mess in the morning,” he then says, pushing his lips together and you nod.

“Maybe.”

Looking back at you a small, thankful smile shows on his lips and a few moments later he pushes himself up so he can kiss you. It’s just a soft peck on the lips, but the meaning behind it is so much more. It’s his way letting you know he appreciates you and everything you do for him, that he is thankful for your patience and kindness you’ve been showing him.

Rolling off of you he reaches to switch the lamp on the nightstand off, pulling darkness into the room, but a second later his arms are back around your waist as he cuddles you from behind. You cover his hands on your belly with your palm, feeling him nuzzling his nose to the back of your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before he finally lies still and lets himself get lost in his dreams, hoping to feel better in the morning.

That’s something neither of you can assure, but one thing you know for sure is that no matter what the morning brings, you’ll be here with him to face it.

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