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Play the Game - Ethan Dolan Mini Series

(A/N)- there will be a part 2 to this because it ended up being so long and I really wanted to make this super cute so…. enjoy :)

It was another horribly boring Thursday afternoon spent in 4th period Advanced English. It wasnt boring because you didnt like the class, it was boring because you were incredibly bright and far ahead of the rest of your peers. Being a genius had it’s ups and downs-although you struggled to see anything but the downs. You were always sought out by teachers to tutor struggling students- seeing as you were the smartest boy in school, in fact it was safe to say you were the smartest person in the entire school.

Grabbing your typical teenage boy backpack (a basic black jansport) you packed your English notebook and highlighters into their respective pouches. It was just as you reached the threshold of the orange metal door that your teacher, Ms. Watters, had called your name and motioned at you to walk over to her desk.

“Hey Ms. Watters. I know I’m not supposed to keep reading ahead but it’s just that the class is so slow for me sometimes and-” you babbled on only to be interrupted by the white-haired woman. She laughed lightly before replying, “Oh no honey it’s not that, trust me. I wish I had kids who even began to read the assignments!”

“Oh, ok. Um, then what did you need me to stay behind for?”

“I need you to tutor a student of mine. Hes in this upcoming 5th period class. So maybe I can introduce you two when the class is over. He really needs some help, Im just not getting through to him so I figured maybe someone his age would.”

“Um, I don’t really know, I’m kind of already swamped with ya know, stuff…” wow great lie. She gave you a knowing look, considering she- like every other teacher in the school, knew you were miles ahead of everyone else on the work.

“I figured you might not want to do this so I went ahead and talked to Principal Gordon and we agreed to pay you 15$ an hour for sessions twice a week at a duration of two hours each.” She beamed at you hopeful you would take on a new kid to tutor. You sighed heavily before rolling your eyes, “ Alright I suppose I could do that. Ill be back after lunch to meet the kid I guess.“ She squealed out a ‘thank you’ as you placed the straps of your backpack onto your broad shoulders and headed to the cafeteria.

Thirty minutes later lunch had ended and you headed to Ms. Watters classroom once again for the day. Being a teachers aid was cool because you basically had a free period aside from grading a few papers here and there. The class lolled on as you played around on your phone clicking in and out of different social media apps. The bell had finally rung and you sat at the desk adjacent from the English teachers, waiting to be introduced to your newest academic project. And this is when the one and only Ethan Dolan approaches the desk your body is stiffly planted at.

Ethan walks up to you with a little smirk on a his face “so listen, I need you to not fuck this up for me. If I don’t pass this class I don’t play football. Make it happen okay? Good. See ya tomorrow at my house.” He hands me the piece of paper and walks off briskly- probably headed to football practice.

“Um Ms. Watters I don’t think I can tutor him he seems a little stubborn.” To say your worried is an understatement. Again, she smiles her perfect smile and says, “I’m sure you’ll be fine sweetheart” and then she’s off and on her way to the teachers lounge.

As you head to your old Chevy truck you soon realize Ethan forgot to tell you a specific time to meet at his place. Sprinting to the football field you try and seek out the Dolan boy amongst the sea of numbered jerseys. Soon you notice he’s talking to his coach and he seems to be pretty heated about something. Ethan spots you and strides over grabbing you by your arm to drag you away from his teammates. “What in the hell are you doing here!?” He grits his teeth. “I um, I just came to ask what time to meet at your house for tutoring dude. Damn calm down.” “Oh, uh ok. Like 5. Now leave!” Wow. What a nice guy….

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“Move. I dare you.” PROMPT YES YES YES YES YES YES PLS DO THAT ONE FIRST

Halloween Masterlist - DT special

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𝓢𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓐𝓛    𝓚𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓔𝓡  ~  G𝓡𝓐𝓨𝓢𝓞𝓝 𝓓𝓞𝓛𝓐𝓝

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

This whole damn series is a WARNING so don’t read if you’re not good with anything serial killer related.

Part six - finale

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She could feel the icy cold tip of the blade slowly trailing up the side of her left thigh, sending chills up and down her spine as she held his merciless gaze. The wicked glint in his eyes matched the one in his smirk, forcing her heart to beat so fast he could hear it without a strain. And he loved it. He loved every minute of this sweet torture he had forced on her, but can you really say it was forced if she turned up on her own free will?

He thought her to be pure, an angel touched by the heavens, the good in darkness that surrounded the world, but he wasn’t so sure anymore. Good girls don’t meet their serial killer boyfriends on their own free will. Good girls don’t stand there and let their serial killer boyfriends do as they please with their body and their mind. Good girls would call the police. If she was a good girl, he’d have been arrested by now. Thus, the only conclusion he had was that his Y/N wasn’t the good girl he believed she is, meaning she had deceived him all along and he wanted retribution.

“Move.” He spoke lowly, tilting his head to the left, examining the way her lips part as he pierced the veil of silence. “I dare you.” He raised his eyebrow, his smirk growing into a grin, holding in a chuckle he wished to release with every beat of her very audible heart.

“No.” She stated calmly, knowing she’d meet her end that night. But she refused to let him snuff out her light before she got answers. So, she lifts her chin up defiantly, narrowing her eyes at him, ignoring the flames flickering in his.

“Not until you tell me why you’re doing this. Or why you haven’t killed me yet.” She knows it’s a gamble, too big of a chance to lose in this game he’s been playing with her, but she promised herself she won’t die until he tells her the truth. He had no reason to lie any longer and if he did, even a relative truth was better than the lie he sold her.

Grayson pressed the tip of his knife into her thigh, noticing her left eye twitch with the pain, but she didn’t flinch. She didn’t even gasp as he drew blood. Sure, it’s a flesh wound, but most girls would scream by now, but this girl….his girl refused to give him the satisfaction, drawing a snarl to his lips.

“Because I like the feeling of a body growing limp and cold in my arms. I enjoy the way they scream and the way they stop, their hearts finishing its tune under the palm of my hand. But most of all, I love the control it gives me, the fear I strike into the cowards who can’t fucking move when they see a little blood - as if they don’t know how good it feels to have it flow across your skin - slowly turning colder the further is goes.” Grayson smiles. Perhaps ’smile’ wasn’t the right word for it - the top row of teeth was showing, and there was a faint curve to the lips and a slight dimple in the right corner, but there was no crease below the eyes, no movement of the cheeks. It felt like a grimace, not a grin.

Her breathing grew faster as he continued, swallowing thickly as she faced reality that her once prince charming is truly the angel of death and not the touch of heaven she believed him to be. That wing shaped earring he wore deceived her right from the start and the smile on his face right now ripped her apart.

“There’s more to it.” She demands, her voice oddly calm still, only pissing him off. Every word she says pushes him closer to the edge and it’s only a matter of time until he breaks. They both know it.

Grayson wanted this to be a game for the long run, but even he knew that was a lie. There was a bigger reason to it.

“I’ve always had the urges. And when I first saw you, I knew I wanted you to be my first…first victim. But then I realized it could be something else. A game.” Grayson stepped closer, using his body to push her into stepping back and closer to the bed.

“The girls I killed were all practice. Ethan had caught me on the second kill, only then joining me. But I was the instigator. And I wanted to see how far we could go, before and after revealing ourselves to you.” He stepped closer once more, making her move again.

“And you loved me either way. The pure, good girl next door loved me - a serial killer who planned to kill her from the very first time he laid eyes on her. And he enjoyed knowing that. I loved knowing you love me - giving me immense pleasure. And I planned to torture you this way until you stopped loving me, but you can’t, can you?” Grayson smirked, but in reality, the conversation made his heart jump as well. He knew he was mixing lies with the truth, trying to convince her without revealing his weakness…and his weakness is her.

She was the last shred of his humanity, the boy he used to be, who he clings to. She was the past, the present and the future. In her, he could see a life unfold - a life where the persona he wanted to uphold would remain - one where he’d be the charismatic, appreciated, manipulative humanitarian until he has all he wants in the world - like all sociopaths do. But his brother didn’t have that wish, for Ethan only wanted to kill until he’s killed and the restlessness would lead them off the deep end either way, so he gave up that wish of his - the one where he’d be the perfect man in the eyes of the world - the one with Y/N.

And yes, she loves him and it gives him a perverse sense of pleasure and while he wanted to wait to kill her, he couldn’t do that anymore. With her, he was just a boy. With her, there was hope of being who he wanted to be which would betray his twin. With her alive, he’d gravitate toward her until it all ends. And he couldn’t do it anymore. With her, he’s a boy, but he needed to be a man. So he had to kill the boy and let the man be born - he had to kill her.

“You never loved me, did you?” She whispered, going against all sane reason once she cupped his cheeks in a moment of weakness, pressing herself closer to him, her trembling lips brushing his.

“I don’t know if I know what love is.” He admitted, lifting the knife up, setting the tip of his blade on a forty-five degree angle under her left-side rib cage, preparing to break his pattern of killing, unable to cut her throat as he did with the others. He loved that neck of hers far too much - his beautiful swan.

So he would push the blade in as fast as possible and end this torture, just as Henry did with Trish. It would be a quick death and he’d hold her in his arms until she took her very last breath, letting go of all she represented for him. He’d look into her eyes and see the shock, betrayal and the love fade until her pupils are wide and fixed, no longer swimming in a galaxy of her own as death claimed her.

And just as he’s about to do it, he pressed his lips onto hers one last time, saying goodbye without uttering the words, unaware of the world around him.

Which is exactly why he nearly jumped out of his skin as the door busted down from behind them and the room quickly filled with a SWAT team. Y/N was taken from his arms with great force, pulling her away from his embrace as they pushed him down on his knees.

“I’m compliant!” He shouted, stopping them from shooting him. They’ve pushed him all the way to the ground, his cheek laying on one of the rose petals left on the carpet, searching for Y/N desperately.

“Grayson Dolan, you are under arrest for murder. Anything you say…” The officers started with their usual blabber, but he couldn’t pay attention. He knew if he was caught, so was his brother who remained in front of the door of this apartment as he was the lookout. He also knew that if he was caught, it meant Y/N didn’t listen to his request of coming alone. He knew that if she had done that, it mean that she wasn’t just a girl who agreed to meet her serial killer boyfriend willingly. It meant she was the good girl he believed her to be.

She was still his good girl and despite her being why he’s in handcuffs right now, he knew she was still on his hook. And the thought made him smile - widely, especially when he finally caught her eye as they forced him to stand and walk out, winking at her.

“We’ll see each other again, babe.”

A/N - The Trish and Henry reference is from Harper’s Island, a mini series I highly suggest you watch if you like this fic.

Tags: @dolanstwintuesday @peacedolantwins @xalayx @godlydolans @heyits-claire @dolandolll @ethanhes

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Be My Escape

A/N: Okay, hi friends, this is my first fic I’m posting on here! It’s gonna be kind of like a mini-series, where Gray and his bae (Ali) reflect on their college memories, and how their relationship developed, here’s the first part. Please don’t be afraid to give me feedback or constructive criticism :))) 

ALSO, when the story gets to italics, the “I” is referring to Grayson, as it’s told from his POV, and the non-italtics is Ali’s POV.

P.S. the titled is taken from the song Be My Escape, by: the Relient K. 

I blinked my eyes as they adjusted to the darkness of the room; the light from the muted TV created a tinted glare, casting a glow onto the beautiful boy who laid beside me, illuminating his features as he slept. Grayson’s hair was swept to the side; his constant tossing and turning in his sleep causing his hair to be totally flat on the side where his head rested against the pillow, and sticking up in about twenty five different directions on the side facing me. I felt like such a creep for admiring Grayson while he was asleep, but it was such a rare occasion for him to be sitting still for an extended period of time, that I liked to take advantage of my opportunities when they arose; particularly when he looked so peaceful.

I still can’t believe that I got lucky enough to claim my best friend as my boyfriend; five years later, and we’d truly been through some shit; both good and bad, obviously. Often, when I think back on our friendship, it seems like I’ve known him forever, but it all went by so quickly, kind of like we lived a thousand lifetimes in the short few years we’ve known each other. I still recall the first time we met, and it honestly couldn’t represent our goofy relationship any more perfectly--

As I zoned out thinking about how beautiful and amazing my boyfriend was, I didn’t even notice when his hazel brown eyes blinked open, squinting his eyes as they became accustomed to the faint light the TV provided.

“What are you looking at, weirdo?” as Grayson’s groggy voice interrupted my thoughts, I widened my eyes startled at the sudden voice. Gray stretched, his arms reaching out to scoop me in his grasp, pulling me into his chest.  

“You, ya boob,” I responded, settling my head into his bare chest, tracing shapes into the forearm that was wrapped securely around me. Grayson’s eyes shut, sleepily as he snuggled deeper under the covers, making himself more comfortable.

“Well no shit, but why are you up in the middle of the night staring at me; can’t you do that during the day?”

I rolled my eyes at his sass, “I was just thinking about how we met, and the first time I saw you,” I explained, feeling my face heat up with affection at the memory.

“Honestly, I feel like nothing really captures how dumb our sense of humor is better than that story,” Grayson chuckles, as he begins to play with my hair, recalling our first memory together:

Four Years Prior, Freshmen Orientation

Malone University, New Jersey

Grayson’s POV:

As Ethan and I pulled up to campus, I remember feeling really excited to meet new people, and feeling like I was gonna throw up because this would be the first real time I’d have to establish myself as a person independent from him. As I walked into the room I’d be staying in for the weekend, I remember feeling so … uncomfortable when my mom left and Ethan was on a separate floor, in a separate room for orientation and it really hitting me how scared I was to be my own person without Ethan.

Eventually when we got called into our orientation groups—

“Lucky number thirteen!” I cheered in my raspy-sleep voice, my fist pumping in the air, nearly punching Grayson in the face.

“I was getting to that, Ali. Jesus, Rocky, take it easy, don’t knock me out,” Grayson joked, gently grabbing my closed fist out of the air and intertwining our hands together instead.

Grayson continued on:

I barely remember what our orientation leaders looked like, but I remember three people vividly, you, of course, to which I tossed my hair over my shoulder in mock-arrogance, Jack, and Pat. I remember thinking how you cute were with your French braid, overalls and freckles, but I was scared shitless to talk to you, because I thought you were way too pretty to even wanna think of talking to me. I also remember feeling so … like uneasy; I don’t even know how to explain what it was like to not have people know I had a twin when that was such a big part of my identity, since everyone back home knew us as the Dolan Twins and kind of knew how we were when we weren’t with one another (which in itself was rare), but obviously people in college didn’t know who I was, and why I was being quiet. But I knew, if I wanted to make it in college that I had to step outside of my comfort zone, and you were my first big step, I took a moment to shift my head, so it leaned on Grayson’s shoulder, instead of his chest, so I could look up at him as he told our first story. He continued to run his fingers through my hair out of habit; something he did to calm both himself and me.

The first time we really lowkey interacted was during the ice breakers. I’m sure you remember, because you remember everything, but like those games that you play to get to know one another? Grayson asked me, to which I nodded confirming, that I did indeed remember.

It was that game where you have to come up with an adjective that goes along with the first letter of your name, and then repeat everyone’s name that went before you, so you can meet everyone around you. I remember Jack started and he was Jokey Jack, and then Pat was Perfect Pat, I rolled my eyes at the memory of what Pat said, as in that moment, little did freshman-Ali know how much he actually thought that was true about himself, and a bunch of other people went, who I don’t remember, and then you went, and you were—

“Aquatic Ali, because two people ahead of me took artsy and amazing, the two most basic adjectives,” I interrupted, Grayson rolled his eyes, and laughed at the memory, “yes, yes you did.”

I panicked because your adjective was very creative, and I only had like one second to think of something clever that would stand out, since there was only one person sitting between us, and when it was my turn I decided to take a risk, and rather than say Goofy Grayson, like I’d been planning, I said—

“Gucci Grayson instead,” I giggled, as I thought about us sitting in a circle with our orientation leaders, and peers; the June sun beating down on our backs, with the grass tickling our bare legs.

You were the only one who laughed, everyone else rolled their eyes, and I got so nervous, because I thought everyone thought I was a fuckboy, and that you would just laugh that one time and then we wouldn’t talk again, but after that we became friends for the rest of orientation, and then we started to hang out with Jack and Pat, Grayson stated, wrapping up the memory.

“My favorite part of that memory is how you tell me how nervous you were, because it still blows my mind how someone like you, who’s so kind, funny, witty, giving, smart, and just…gorgeous, would be nervous about like, me,” I rambled, tugging my hair anxiously. Even after all these years of our friendship growing, after everything we’d been through, I still needed reassurance; in spite of the fact that I knew this man was mine, Grayson understood me in the sense that I wasn’t insecure in our relationship, just slightly with myself.

“Ali, you literally teach third graders, have the wit of a stand-up comedian, and laugh at all my jokes; how could I not love you?” Grayson whispered as he moved his hand down to my back, tracing my spine with his fingertips. I could feel my face heat up as he handed me compliment after compliment; that was the one thing about Grayson, no matter how hard we joked with one another, he never failed to make me feel loved and appreciated.

“I love you, so much, Gray,” I admitted as I rolled onto my side, burying my face in his chest. I felt Grayson rest his chin on top of my head, pulling me into his tight embrace, “Love you more, Al,” he whispered as we both drifted off to sleep.

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Bleachers (E.D.) Part 1

Summary: So you are the captain of the flag's team. You were always with the school band. You had never had any interest in any of the boys in the band. That was until a certain someone caught your attention. His name? His name was Ethan Grant Dolan.

A/N: I just want to give full credit to Cara for the amazing idea of this mini-series! @ethandolanakae-tee-wee-tee We hope you like it!:)

You were practicing that morning and getting ready for tonight's football game. It was your schools biggest rival and the football game would be interesting for sure. Every football game had a theme. Tonight's theme was fire.

You practiced with the band like always. You were captain of the flag's team. You have never really been interested in anyone in the band. The boys were really good looking and sometimes you wondered why they were in band and not on the football team. All the guys in the band were just assholes trying to get into your pants anyways so you didn't bother.

That all changed about 2 months ago. These new twins moved into town and they were hot. They were such nice and caring people. They always spread positivity. There was Grayson. He was so sweet. He always had a smile on his face. He loved to make others feel better. And then there was Ethan. He was different from Grayson in a way. You didn't know what it was but it attracted you to him. It was kinda like some kind of mysterious vibe.

The thing is they were part of the band. Well, at least Ethan was. He played the trumpet. Grayson, on the other hand, was a football player.

You had been talking to Ethan and Grayson. They were good friends of yours. You somewhat just seemed a little more over the top for Ethan though. You had been recently talking to him a lot after band practice.

Ethan was just so damn good looking. Sometimes you even had naughty thoughts about his big hands roaming your body and those lips, oh those lips you could kiss them forever. The way he would stare at you with those beautiful, hazel eyes made you just want to melt.

You could see him perfectly from where you stood on the field. He looked amazing with that floppy hair of his. You had caught him glancing at you the past few days. It made you nervous when he looked at you during practice. One time you saw him looking at you and you messed up and dropped your flag. Gladly the instructor wasn't looking but you could have sworn he winked at you.

"Y/N to Earth," your friend said snapping her fingers in your face.

"Uh," you said coming back from your thoughts.

"Practice is over and you are just standing there like a statue, come on let's go get ready for the game tonight," she said laughing.

"The game? Oh right the game," you said starting to walk off the field.

"So what are you going to wear tonight?" she asked while you grabbed your bags that were next to the fence.

"Umm. Not sure yet really" you said wrapping up the flag on its pole.

"Well since it's a fire theme tonight I thought that maybe we could wear something red and sexy, you know what I mean," she said smiling.

"Uh I don't know," you said walking past the fence into the school parking lot. "Wouldn't that be against school policy or something?" you said fetching the keys from your purse.

"Noooo...Is it?" she said looking up from her phone.

"I don't know," you said unlocking your car.

"Hey Y/N!" someone yelled from behind you both.

You turned around to see Ethan walking towards you.

"Honestly I could ride his brother Grayson any day, like damn give me a piece of daddy," your friend said biting her lip.

You elbowed her to shut up.

"Ow," she said rubbing her arm.

"Hey E," you said smiling.

"I was wondering if you could give me a ride home. Grayson has to get ready for tonight's game," he said finally standing in front of you.

"I would give your brother a ride" your friend mumbled under her breath.

You elbowed her again.

"Yeah sure," you said smiling.

"Great," he said throwing his bags in the back seat and sitting in the passenger seat.

"Dude I want details about this car ride," your friends said pulling you aside.

"What do you mean. Nothing's gonna happen. I've said it before and I will say it again, Ethan's just a friend," you said shaking your head.

"That's what they all say," she said putting her hands on her hips.

You both suddenly jumped at the sound of your car horn. You both turned around to see Ethan recording your reactions on his phone and laughing.

"That little...OH and I put some condoms in your glove compartment," she said winking at me and then walking away.

"Uh I swear, what's wrong with this girl," you said laughing with yourself.

"You should have seen your faces" Ethan chuckled as you put your bags and your flag in the backseat.

"Ethan I don't think that's what the car horns are made for," you said sarcastically as you opened the driver's door.

"Really? Mmmh. It always works on Grayson" he said showing you a video of Grayson dropping his phone on his way to the car.

"You really like to torture your younger brother don't you?" you asked turning the car on.

"Not really, he deserves it for being such an assclown," he said putting his seatbelt on.

"Assclown," you asked confused.

"Yes Y/N, assclown," he said raising his eyebrows.

"You guys are something else," you said pulling out of the parking lot.

"We need music," he said opening your glove compartment. "Uh...Y/N?" he said holding a condom in his fingers.

"Oh shit!" you said thinking that your friend had been joking when she said she had put condoms in your glove compartment. You went to snatch the condom out of Ethan's hand but he was faster and moved his hand.

"Y/N? Have you..." he said raising his eyebrows and laughing.

"No! Of course not!" you said closing the glove compartment.

"I'll just umm eh keep this for umm...Grayson" he said before putting it in the pocket of his jeans.

"Ethan what the fuck," you said laughing.

“What?” he said laughing? “If anything I should be the one who’s confused right now,” he said continuing to put the music on.

“Yeah well, I doubt Grayson will be the one using that,” you said pointing at his pocket.

“You never know, but then again Grayson already has his own,” he said scrolling through his playlist.

“Uh Ethan, I did not need to know that,” you said stopping at a light.

“You’re the one who has condoms in her car,” he said looking at you.

“Those aren’t mine! My friend put them there!” you said gripping the wheel harder.

“Yeah sure, your friend,” he said quoting his fingers in the air.

“Whatever. Just put a song on already,” you said turning left at the light.

Just then the music started playing.

“The Hunna? Really?” you said scoffing.

“What? You don’t like them? I put on the Bonfire; Gray and I like to listen to this one” he said putting his phone down.

"Oh, Ethan," you said laughing.

When you got to their house, you put your car in park.

"Alright, thanks," Ethan said unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Yeah, no problem E" you smiling.

"Do you wanna come inside or something?" Ethan said getting his bags out of the back.

"Well umm...I have to get ready for–"

"Come on, just for a minute or two," He said looking at you with those eyes you couldn't resist.

"Alright" you sighed and turned off the car.

Once you stepped in, you realized that it was a much bigger house than you thought it was.

"Welcome to the Dolan residence," Ethan said spreading his arms.

"Your house is big Ethan," you said taking a look around

"Yeah big enough to do things without anyone knowing," he said winking at you and waling up the stairs.

You followed him but you were a bit insecure especially when you were in someone else's house and with the boy you liked.

"This is my and Gray's room," he said opening the door to his room.

It was quite the way you thought a boy's room would look like. Except for Ethan's side of the room was a little bit more organized than Grayson's.

"Nice room," you said walking further into the room.

"Yeah well it would be neater if I didn't have to share a room with Gray," he said laughing.

Within a second he was standing right behind you. You turned around only to see Ethan hovering over you and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

Part 2? Let me know!