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Grayson putting his enemy, Y/N, to bed after he found her drunk. Sheâs all smiley and ask him to stay the night to cuddle together. Theyâve never touched but seeing her in bed made him starstruck
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Featuring: Grayson x reader
You had what seemed to be the worst week of your life. Schoolwork was piling up, and you werenât doing the best in your classes. You were having car trouble this week, and it cost you an arm and a leg to get it all fixed. Not to mention youâre at this club with your "friend,â and it only took you 30 minutes to realize she left with her boyfriend. It also took you 30 minutes to realize that they were your ride, so now you donât know how the hell youâre getting home. You felt like a third wheel the whole night anyway, but it didnât matter. You just wanted to have a good time, or at least try to.
âGod damnit," Â you whispered to yourself while checking the Lyft prices. They all seemed to be $50â80 dollars, money you werenât trying to spend at the moment. The club was closing soon, and you were a drink away from being laid out on the floor. You ignored those thoughts, got one last shot, and got back on the dance floor.
People were soon certain to leave, but you were still trying to get the best out of the shot you took. You probably looked crazy dancing by yourself, but you didnât care until you saw a familiar face coming towards you.
âY/N?â He said it took you a few seconds to realize who this face was. Of course, it just had to be him.
Grayson Dolan.
You and him were never cool. Even as kids, you guys were always bickering. He thinks heâs all that, and only certain girls get to be with him. As if itâs a privilege.
No, itâs more like a punishment, and you feel sorry for every bimbo that has crossed his path.
âW-what? What are you even doing here?â You slurred angrily, inching a little bit closer just to see if it was really him.
"Yeah, Iâm not too happy to see your face either, but what? A guy like me canât be out and about.â He smirked.
âI never said all that; all Iâm saying isâ" You stopped, feeling your mouth get watery. You know this all too well, and soon you were throwing up everything you had that night.
A few people noticed, and a man shouted, "Aw, nah! Get her out of here. Now I have to be the one to clean that shit up!â Grayson immediately snapped back, saying, âFuck off, man, I got her. You work at a nightclub; Iâm sure this isnât your first time seeing vomit.â
You started to lose balance, but Grayson caught you. Your eyes were watery, and the acid taste left in your mouth made you want to vomit again. "C'mon, Y/N, letâs get out of here. They are about to close.â He grabbed you by the waist and guided you to the door.
"Bleh, I hate throwing up.â You mumbled, walking out.
âWho doesnât?â He chuckled, still holding on to you tightly.
âI dunno, I just want to get this taste out of my mouth as soon as I can.â You couldnât tell what was worseâthe fact that you threw up in public or the fact that Grayson was taking you home. He doesnât even like you, nor do you like him.
Those lyft prices arenât looking too bad right now.
Soon enough, he arrives at your apartment. "Okay, Y/N, we are at your place.â Grayson says, putting the car in the park. Somehow, the drive back home made your body feel like a noodle. You knew you would have trouble just making it to the front door. As embarrassing as this already is, you needed him to carry you.
"C'mon, get up; we need to get you inside.â He said this, unbuckling his seatbelt and yours. âMm canât move. I need you to carry me.â You moaned softly, sticking your arms out, hoping heâd do what you requested.
âYouâre kidding, right? Are you so drunk you canât even walk? Not even to the steps?â He replied, trying to see if you were serious or not. Grayson thought it was kind of cute to see you need him, because you did.
God knows what wouldâve happened if he hadnât seen you at the club. Deep down, heâs a good guy and a good âfriendâ to you, even if you donât remember this in the morning.
You just nodded your head slightly, and he sighed, but agreed. âYayyy!â you cheered as he got out of the car, coming to your side to open up the door. You lifted your arms out again as he picked you up in bridal style. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his neck. God, he smelled amazing, you thought.
He was thinking the same thing in his mind, getting a whiff of your vanilla perfume from your hair, which the wind brought to his nose. âDonât forget my purse; the key is in there, along with my lip combo. Please make sure my purse is closed. I lost it once, and I cannot lose it againâ" He cut you off, already getting your key out.
"Yeah, yeah, princess, I know what to do.â He huffed, opening up your door and closing it behind him.
"Okay, smartass, well, my room is upstairs; did you know that?â You snapped back at him, pulling away from his neck and giving him a look.
He didnât say anything in response, and he made his way upstairs to your room. He laid you down on your bed and took off your shoes. "Alright, well, I did my part. You made it back safely, so Iâm going to head out.â Grayson announced, looking around your room to see if anything else needed to be done.
You laid there and started giggling and smiling, rubbing what was left of your mascara that was soon to be around your eyes. Grayson scanned your body, seeing how pretty your boobs sat in your tight black top. The further you laid back, the more your shirt rose, giving him a glimpse of your belly piercing. Your torso and legs looked perfect in your jean skirt, which had a slit on the left side that showed your upper thigh. He was mesmerized, but no words left his mouth.
You didnât notice him taking all of your beauty in, but you did notice he was still here. âWill you stay and cuddle with me, Grayson?â You blurted out, still lying down but turning to the side to face him. You donât know why you asked, but it felt right.
"Oh, I would, but I uh...â He stumbled over his words, still distracted by your body. He couldnât find the words to say. In that moment, he thought you looked beautiful.
You gazed at him with glossy eyes, waiting for a response. "Okay, fine, but just for a little while and only because youâre drunk.â He gave in and took off his shoes and jacket, placing them off to the side.
You scooted over slightly so he could have some room next to you. He placed his arm around you while you snuggled up under him. This is definitely not how you thought your night was going to end, and neither did he.
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misc masterlist (discontinued)
a/n: i no longer write for these people. there is no chance i will ever write for these people again, though i still have all the love for them!
dolan twins
grayson dolan
choose me | one | two
adopt me
just tell them
when we were eighteen
stargazing
wasted
plate swap
studying
stolen glances
online
rate
love lullabies
lipstick
ethan dolan
stay the night
road trip gone wrong
lover
5 seconds of summer
calum hood
tour
don't go
secret love song
luke hemmings
you know me too well
celebrities
tom holland
concerts
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woah! itâs been a very long time since iâve been on here⊠whereâs everyone? how is everyone?
#dolan twin fanfic#dolan twins#ethan dolan#ethan dolan fluff#grayson dolan concept#grayson dolan#fanfic#dolan fandom#grayson dolan smut
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Rhett Abbott is the first on the chopping block for Whumptober this year. He drew the short straw and will be the first victim (or perpetrator--who knows) But what I'm trying to tell you guys is this...
This Whumptober has been my most diverse year. I'm really starting to explore writing for more fandoms and characters I find compelling. I'm participating in the @ailesswhumptober challenge alongside @a-reader-and-a-writerand I cannot thank her enough for all her love and support.
Its truly been one of the best experiences I've had during my writing era. I remember I used to work on this one series with one of my close friends (Pao - way back to my Dolan Twins Days) And I've been craving this kind of comradery ever since.
So to summarise: Work on shit with your friends. Concept, dig deeper than surface level. Compare notes. Challenge one another. Push boundaries you maybe haven't before when it comes to your writing. Do it.
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i donât stan any sm groups other than shinee đ but their aespa album packaging EATS OMG âŒïžâŒïž and iâm so so so sure jamesâ accusations also broke the group up đ like emma was still close w the twins but thereâs no way emma and that one twin didnât break up and they all stopped talking completely đ i even lost interest in the dolan twins after they all stopped making videos together
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iâm not even gonna lie but i unintentionally become such a company stan when it comes to sm đ like i donât even stan half the grps but all their music just HITSSS FOR ME AND YES THE AESPA ALBUMS ARE MY FAVES I LOVE THEIR CONCEPTS SM âŒïžâŒïž CRYING I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ENTIRE JAMES TATI JEFFREE SHANE BEEF đđđ and same omg i swear they just fell of the face of the planet atp i donât see them anywhere đšđš
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The Story of Us~Grayson Dolan Imagine
Could you do something about Gray dating a thick girl? As a thick girl and a Gray girl, I find it harder to imagine gray with a thick girl that I do E. â€ïž
A/N: This is supposed to be Gray with a thick girl but I feel like everyone is so picky and toxic with that concept so I made it a detail but it isnât the basis of the story. I am a thick Grayson girl so please donât @ me. Some people get so butt hurt over it and I already have a thick girl Ethan fic. This kind of just tells the story of Grayson and Y/N along the way.
Warnings: Body Insecurities (itâs not a theme it just is like a couple sentences in the beginning and a scene at the end), bullying(see prior warning), fluff, dad! grayson
Word Count: 3,304
Grayson Dolan is a lover and there is absolutely no denying that. He loves Ethan even when he wants to beat his ass for his pranks. He loves Cameron, sheâs his big sister and dealt with all the shenanigans from their childhood. Most importantly, he loves his mama. No one could replace how much Lisa meant to Grayson but only one person could come close. Nonetheless, she would never pass Lisa Dolan and she was perfectly fine with that. Graysonâs girlfriend, Y/N was the only person to ever come close to being the most important woman in Grayson Dolanâs life.
Ethan knew a month after meeting Y/N that Grayson was going to marry her. After a couple years she earns the nickname, sister-in-law which Grayson doesnât mind. He is extremely thankful that his girlfriend and brother have an incredible relationship. Ethan always joked that Grayson has fallen in love several different times but when Grayson realized he truly loved Y/N, Ethan knew the next girl his brother would fall in love with would be his daughter.
Y/N was beautiful. She had eyes that sent Grayson into another universe. Lips that made Grayson melt like ice cream in the middle of July. Graysonâs favorite part about her though? Her body. Curves that seemed to go on for days, boobs that mesmerized Grayson with every step and bounce, and an ass that looked amazing no matter what she had decided to wear that day. Did she think she was perfect? No, of course not but Grayson thought she was the most beautiful girl to ever exist. Was Y/N insecure like most thick girls? No, she was not which was another thing Grayson adored but she was real enough with herself to know she wasnât perfect.
Grayson, Ethan, and I were sitting in the living room talking about everything weâve encountered over the last 20 years of Gray and Iâs relationship. The first few months we hid from the fans. Telling the fans was probably the scariest moment of my life. Some fans were excited, others were pissed, and some were just downright mean. Many picked at my weight and my curves. It didnât get to me at first but after over two weeks of relentless comments I finally broke down to Grayson. I wasnât typically insecure but when thousands of people are calling you the meanest things imaginable it breaks you down. Grayson said something as did Ethan. They threatened to block fans and to take a break if they thought necessary. That caused many of the fans to back off. Over the course of our relationship, I have met many fans and even gotten pictures with them even if I wasnât with Grayson. Next came, our engagement and then our beautiful wedding, followed by the birth of each of our children and everything in between. After all that we rewind back to the day, we all met.
We met at a restaurant in LA. Ethan had wanted to try it for a while because he had heard there was a bunch of really good, dairy-free food options. They went for lunch on a Thursday. It surprisingly wasnât too busy but they sat down and waited for someone to serve them. This restaurant Ethan had been dying to try was my job at the time. Thankfully I was working when they decided to show. I noticed two tall, good looking LA boys walk in. I looked them up and down then quickly put together that they were twins. One with darker hair, a safety pin necklace, smooth face, and an interesting outfit. The other one with scruff, a dangly earring, black t-shirt, and striped black pants. For twins, he was definitely the cuter one. They hadnât sat in my section which was probably a good thing because I would have probably embarrassed myself. They had sat in my best friendsâ section. Lilly walked over and got their drink orders. The one with the dangly earring kept looking up at us as we got their waters. I assumed he was staring at Lilly as she always got hit on at this damn job. âGrayson shut up youâre so loudâ the one boy said. Ah so his name was Grayson. âShut up, Ethan. Iâm not loudâ Grayson retaliated. Ethan looked around the restaurant and looked at me. âHey, do you think my twin over here is loud?â he asked. âYouâre the only yelling across the restaurant to ask me if heâs the loud oneâ I sassed and Grayson chuckled. Lilly continued serving them and Grayson kept looking up but I realized a lot of the times his gaze would land on me and that Lilly was never around when he looked over at me. Did I have something on my face? A stain on my shirt? Toilet paper on my shoe? âHey, will you cover my couple of tables? I have to take my lunch break first because I have been here the longestâ Lilly explained. âYeah, I got itâ I sighed. I walked over to the table with the two boys. âI just wanted to say that Iâm your waitress now as Lilly is on her lunch break so if you need anything just ask,â I said. âHow about a date?â Grayson asked. âExcuse me?â I asked. âYou heard me, a dateâ he replied. âI donât even know youâ I responded. âIsnât that the point of dating, is to get to know someone?â he asked. âHow do I know you arenât going to kill me?â I asked. âWe can make it a double date. You and I, Ethan and our old waitressâ Grayson suggested. âDudeâ Ethan shouted as Grayson gave him pleading eyes. âFine, when?â I asked. âTomorrow night at 7?â he suggested. âUmm, ok,â I said, still a little taken aback by this whole conversation. I decided to just go for it so when I gave them their bill I wrote my number on it with a small note, âYou took your shot so Iâll take mine, text me;)â. After they left I went to get their receipt and there was a note at the top. âEach of you get yourselves something nice for our double date tomorrow night -E and Grayâ I looked at the bottom of the receipt to see that they left a $200 tip for Lilly and me to split.
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âI still canât believe you and Lilly dated for three monthsâ I giggled. Lilly and Ethan had very little in common and weâre total opposites in personality. âShut upâ Ethan groaned. âItâs ok, she mainly did it for me to help with getting in your brotherâs pantsâ I joked. âThatâs all you wanted? You could have asked that first night and I wouldâve let you do whatever you wanted to meâ Gray joked. âNo, but she really was just helping me to get with Graysonâ I admitted. âShe was being a good wing woman just like I was for Grayâ Ethan explained. âI know and I love you both very much for that,â I said.
âYou know I knew a month after knowing you that Grayson wasnât going to love anyone else,â Ethan said randomly. Grayson looked at his brother confused. âYou never told me that,â Gray said. âI thought you knew,â E said. âKnew what?â âThat she was the oneâ Ethan explained. âNot until I told her I loved her for the first time,â Grayson said. âI knew about a month after the restaurant. I remember coming out of my room to see you staring at her napping in your bed. Sheâd come over after work. You went to go grab her some food because she had worked through her break and she was passed out when you got back. You were standing with whatever food youâd scrounged up for her. You werenât mad she was asleep. You had a smile on your face followed by a little chuckle. Your eyes said what your heart and your head didnât know yet. I texted mom that day to tell her not to worry about this one. Later that night, Y/N was eating dinner with us because you wanted to actually cook her something. She walked into the kitchen watching you sing and dance around. She had almost the same look you did when you saw her asleep. I knew then you loved each other but it was so early that you were both scared. Ever since that day I never worried about how Y/N would treat you because I knew she was the best person for youâ Ethan explained an I didnât know I was crying until I felt a tear land on my arm. âBaby, why are you crying?â Gray asked. âEthan never talks deep like that. He knew Gray before we ever did. Weâve talked about when we realized we loved the other person and when we told each other we loved each other but weâve never asked anyone else when they knew we loved each other. Others are less blind than we are about itâ I sobbed. Gray walked over and wrapped his arms around me. âI donât know why youâre crying. Ethanâs an idiot most of the time. The one time he isnât youâre a hot messâ he chuckles. âIt just puts things into perspective. Never in a million years did I think I was going to have a man that was so good to me. All of the guysâ I was within the past were so passive aggressive but with you, itâs never happened even after all of these years. Not to mention how amazing the rest of our family is. I just couldnât have asked for anyone betterâ I cried. âMe either, baby. Me eitherâ Grayson said kissing my forehead.
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Dating, being engaged to, and marrying a Dolan was a lot, to say the least. Gray and I had 5 kids together. Three girls and then two boys. Addison Rose and Amelia Bailey were our twin girls. We had another set of Dolan Twins, this time they were girls and according to Lisa much easier to deal with compared to their dad and Uncle E. When the girls were a little over two we had another little girl, Paisley Jane or PJ. PJ was typically a boy nickname but she was one of the most tomboy girls youâll ever meet so it fits pretty well. Addison was the quiet one, Amelia the momma bear, and little PJ was the rough one. Nine times out of 10 when someone was hurt it was Little Miss PJâs fault. There was a little bit bigger of a  gap between PJ and the first boy we had. Paisley was 3 when we had our first boy. I had always loved the name Grayson, way before I had ever met Gray. Therefore, our first boy was Grayson Hunter but he was Lilâ Gray then he went by Hunter once he was no longer the baby. 11 months after Lilâ Gray was born Lilâ Grant was born. Grant Oliver Dolan was the fifth and final Dolan baby, or so we thought (Ask Ethan about that one).
We got engaged three years after meeting in that restaurant. Whenever weâre in LA we try to go to relive the old memories. Nine months later we got married in New Jersey. It was an outside wedding and it was beautiful. The kids donât ask much about the wedding because there are pictures all over the house. Thereâs a picture of Grayson and me with our wedding party in one part of the house. Thereâs a picture of Ethan and Gray then a picture of Gray and me after the ceremony on my bedside table. The twins especially love hearing about how Grayson proposed to me, no matter how many times they had already heard it. âDaddy?â Lia chimed. âYes, Lia Bug?â âWill you tell us the story of how you asked mommy to marry you?â Lia asked. âI just told you girls last weekâ Grayson chuckled. âItâs such a good story. Daddy pleaseâ Addy begged. âAlright, alright go get your mother. She loves hearing me tell you guysâ he said. âYour mom and I had been together three years when I finally got the nerve to ask her to marry me even though I knew she was the oneâ, Grayson started.
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âI have something fun for you to do today,â Grayson said to me. âWhatâs that?â I asked. âEthanâs going to go with you on a scavenger hunt for a surprise tonightâ he explained. He had Ethan drag me from our favorite picnic spot, to where he told me he loved me for the first time, to where we met, and then finally to the airport where we boarded a plane going to New Jersey. âEthan, why are we flying to Jersey?â âItâs a surpriseâ Ethan explained. Finally, we landed and Ethan took me to their New Jersey home where Lisa was with Gizmo. We didnât go inside though which was odd to me. âE, we should say hi to your mom. She misses you guysâ I said. âWe will, I promiseâ. He leads me out to the woods. By now it was dark out. It was a warm August day--well night. There was a full moon then a combination of cricket and frog noises scattered in the background. âEthan if you came out here to kill me your brother is going to kill you in returnâ I threatened. âIâm offended that you think Iâd kill you especially on my own propertyâ he sassed. âItâs time for the surprise,â Ethan said. âI am still so confusedâ. âWell prepare to be more confused, as Gray has instructed I have to give you a piggyback ride and you have to be blindfolded for the rest of the walkâ Ethan explained. âThis better be a damn good surprise or I am kicking both of your asses,â I said as it grew even darker with the blindfold on. âGrab my shoulders and jump, Iâll catch you,â Ethan said. âEthan, Iâm not jumping on your back, Iâll break itâ I argued. âNo, you wonât. Câ mon Y/Nâ he said. âEthan, noâ I argued. âY/N, Iâve been lifting. Itâs fineâ he said. âAre you calling me fat?â I asked. âJesus, no. Fuck, Gray is going to kill meâ E sighed. âIâm kidding but donât say I didnât warn you,â I said as I jumped on his back. We walked for a few minutes before Ethan said âWeâre here but donât take your blindfold off. Iâll put you down slowlyâ. He put me down and then I heard footsteps. âEthan?â âE?â âSince when do you like my brother so much?â Grayson asked causing me to jump. âGray you scared meâ I yelled as he chuckled. âBabe where are we? Why am I still blindfolded?â I asked. âWeâre in the woods in Jersey,â he said as he took the blindfold off. I looked around to see candles. White and red rose petals surrounding me. I realized the candles took a heart shape. âGrayson, what is all this?â I asked. âSomething youâre going to remember for the rest of your lifeâ he admitted. âGrayâ I whispered. âI sent you on a wild goose chase today which youâre used to because thatâs just how crazy my life is. I am so thankful that Iâve had someone as incredible as you by my side through the ups and downs. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I want to spend everyday making you happy. I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to make breakfast with you every morning. I want to snuggle you every night before we go to sleep. Youâre the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with soâ He pauses as he drops down onto one knee. Â âY/N, will you marry me?â Gray asked opening a small black box with a beautiful diamond ring. Tears stream down my face as I nod my head vigorously and he slips the ring over my finger. âYes, Gray, Iâd love to marry youâ I cried as hugged his neck. Shortly after all of this excitement Lisa, Ethan, and Cameron emerge out of the distance. âThis was beautiful Gray,â I said. âBeautiful proposal for a beautiful girl,â he said. âI love youâ âI love you tooâ.
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âDaddy, how did you know mommy was going to be your wife?â Lia asked. âShe always loved me even when my life was crazy. Your mama is very supportive girls. She supported daddy even when it was the hardest thing she ever had to do and she will support you guys tooâ Grayson explained. âMommy, why did you pick daddy?â Addy asked. âHe treated me, right girls. He loved me just like he loves you and your sisters then your little brother when he gets here. He was a good boyfriend. He was a good husband once we got married and now he is the most incredible daddy donât ya think?â I asked. âOh yeah, heâs probably a better daddy than Uncle Etan is,â Addy said causing us all to laugh. âTheyâre both really good dadâsâ I giggled looking at Gray who was smirking. âDaddy?â Lia asked. âYes, bug?â he replied. âIâm really glad youâre my daddy. If it would have been anyone else I would have ran away to you so you could be my daddy because youâre the bestâ Lia said to Grayson and my pregnant heart exploded. Tears immediately started leaking from my eyes. âMama, why are you crying?â Addy asked. âIâm happy baby, I promise. I just love our family so muchâ I told her. âI love our family too,â Addy said climbing off of Grayâs lap and crawling into mine. âBe careful, Addy Rose. Mommy has your baby brother in thereâ Gray warned. Grayson was always on high alert and extremely overprotective when I was pregnant. âGray?â I asked. âYes, babe?â he asked. âWhereâs PJ?â I asked. âUhh, I dunno. She was listening to the storyâ he admitted. âMOMMY! LOOK!â Lia pointed outside. I looked to see a small, three-year-old PJ on the sidewalk. âGRAYSONâ I shouted as he leaped out of the house to chase our toddler. âPaisley Jane Dolanâ Gray shouted as she looked at her daddy. She quickly realized that it was Grayson and not Uncle Ethan so she did what any other kid on a mission would do. She ran. âPJ DOLANâ Grayson shouted. âWhere are you going little miss?â he asked as he ran towards her. She turned sharply in front of Ethanâs house that was a little way down from our own. She couldnât quite get the door open so thatâs where her dad finally caught up to her. âPJ, why were you outside? You know not to go outside when mommy or daddy isnât with youâ Grayson reprimanded. âI wanted Uncle Effinâ PJ cried out. Addy was a mommyâs girl. Lia was a daddyâs girl but PJ? She was Uncle Ethanâs girl and none of us are quite sure why. âBaby, if you wanted Uncle Ethan just ask and we all could have gone to visitâ Grayson explained. âNO! Just me! My uncle Effinâ PJ cried. Grayson walked her home then let her sit in the time out chair for running outside. âWhy is she so stuck on Ethan?â I asked. âMaybe because he has all the boys?â Gray suggested. âWho knows but it looks like weâre going to have to extra childproof the houseâ I sighed. âIâll head to Home Depot now. You want me to take the twins?â Gray asked. âIf you want toâ I shrugged. âYeah that way you can try to relax and just keep an eye on PJâ Gray decided. He kissed me goodbye as he took the older two to Home Depot to get some things to turn our house into a prison-like structure so PJ doesnât try to escape to Uncle Eâs again.
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Ethan, on the other hand, had three boys. Bentley Grant was his first. He was born in between the twins and Paisley. Next was Dawson Michael and he was born a few months after PJ. Dawson and Bentley were about 15 months apart. Their last boy was born when Dawson was 2. Lennox Gray Dolan was the last boy of Ethanâs herd but it wouldnât be Ethan Dolan without an oopsie baby. When Little Lennox was 4, Ethanâs wife found out she was pregnant with their fourth child. This time, a girl. The baby of the Dolan Clan was Miss Lorelai Penelope and she was wrapped around everyoneâs finger. When Lorelai was born Addison and Amelia were 8, Bentley was 7, Paisley was 6, Dawson was 5, Lennox was 4, Hunter was 3, and Grant was 2.
The four oldest Dolan children had all graduated high school. Addison was into Graphic Design and attending a school in Manhattan, New York. Amelia who was always a little more family-based stayed close and is going to a community college to be a teacher. Bentley being the oldest boy always felt responsible for his siblings and cousins. He wanted to go to school but he didnât want to go across the country. He got many scholarships for lacrosse all across the country. He decided to stay close to home and accepted a full ride in Lacrosse at Rutgers University. Meanwhile, PJ is traveling the country with two friends. Sheâd always been a free spirit so her parents knew she wasnât going to school which was entirely her choice. Y/N and Grayson agreed a long time ago that they would support their children in whatever decision they made (to an extent) as long as they graduated high school. That was the deal. Dawson was a senior in high school. Lennox was a junior, Hunter and Grant were sophomores meanwhile Lorelai was an 8th grader.
Hunter and Grant as the youngest children but the only boys on Grayâs side were very protective of their mother. Addy was closer to Y/N as she was quieter and not so loud. Lia, on the other hand, was Grayâs little girl. PJ loved both of her parents but rarely favored one over the other. If anything her go to was her Uncle E. Hunter and Grant though? Complete and utter, mamaâs boys. Grant was a lot closer to his dad than Hunter was. Grayson never took offense. The kids need people they could confide in whether it was him or his wife. He was just glad that each child could trust someone. The Dolan boys being in close in age as they are they were practically another set of twins. Now that Bentley was gone, Dawson is the leader which is good because heâs the next most responsible as he takes after his mom. Dawson drove everyone to school except Lorelai. Ethan took his little girl to school every day and no one- I mean NO ONE argued with him about it.
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Itâs a Wednesday in the middle of March, just a couple weeks before Spring Break. Grant and Hunter are walking to their 10th Grade English class that they conveniently had together. They were about halfway there when Ryan Sawyer, the senior quarterback made a comment under his breath which Hunter quickly reacted to. âWhat did you just say?â Hunter growls. Grant quickly following behind his brother. âI said I saw your mom last night. Not sure how your dad hasnât suffocated from how fat she-â before Ryan could even finish his sentence Hunter had socked him straight across the jaw. You do not mess with Y/N Dolan especially in the presence of Grayson Hunter Dolan. Ryanâs little minions quickly followed suit. Grant was throwing punches to the minions while Hunter and Ryan rolled around trying to get dominance over the other. Soon enough Dawson stumbled upon the incident trying to get everyone off of each other before a teacher knew what happened but it was too late. The dean was halfway to the scene. âLet my little cousin go before I kick your assâ Dawson threatened. Ryanâs friend let Grant go in fear of Dawson. Ryan and Hunter still rolling around on the floor. Ryanâs nose bloodied. Hunterâs knuckles cracked open and a tear on his lip. Grant has a cut over his eyebrow. Mr. Scott, the dean had walked up to the scene. His voice boomed as yelled for the boys to stop. Ryan, Hunter, Grant, Dawson, and a couple of Ryanâs friends followed the dean to his office. âDolan what happened,â Mr. Scott said as they sat in silence. âCâ mon speak,â he said. âUh sir three of us are Dolanâsâ Dawson explained. âWhat?â âThese two are my cousinsâ Dawson explained. âWell, I was talking to you explainâ. âHonestly I donât know. I walked up to a fist fight and got Grant off of Ryanâs friend then you showed upâ Dawson explained. âSomeone tell me what happenedâ Mr. Scott boomed. âThe little Dolan wussies got bent out of shape because they couldnât take a joke,â Ryan said. âWatch it Ryanâ Dawson threatened. âRyan, the rest of you that arenât Dolanâs can goâ Mr. Scott ordered. âBoys, tell me what happened. I know how Mr. Sawyer is so I trust youâll be honest with me because Iâve never seen either of you in my officeâ. âRyan made a comment about my mom and it wasnât just like a joke. He called her fat and I just got mad so I punched him. Then his minions went after Grant so it was just some big ordeal then Dawson came in to try to stop it before you got there. Iâm sorryâ Hunter explained. âDonât apologize, kid. You stuck up for your mom. I wouldâve done the same thing. Your dad raised you wellâ Mr. Scott said. âThank you, sir,â Hunter said. âYouâre still going to have consequences as it was on school grounds, both of youâ âWhat about all of them?!?â Â Hunter argued. âIâll call them down once you leave and theyâll get a longer suspension for starting it. I know Dawson here will keep me to itâ âYou bet your assâ Dawson said. âYou, have three days for taking the first swing. Your brother has two for fighting them. Theyâll get suspended for 5 for antagonizing. Iâm going to call your dad. You two head to the nurse and get cleaned up. Dawson keep an eye on themâ Mr. Scott said as Dawson nodded.
The nurse wiped the blood off the boys. Thankfully all the cuts and scrapes were superficial. Soon enough Grayson showed up to take his two youngest home. âBoys, what the hell was this?â Grayson asked. âIâm sorry dad. He said something about mom and I just lost itâ Hunter explained. âHe said something about your mom?â Grayson asked his older son. âYeah, he was like I saw your mom last night. I donât know how your dad doesnât suffocate with how fat then I didnât hear the rest because I was beating the shit out of himâ Hunter explained. âGrant why are you suspended?â Gray asked. âI started fighting the kidsâ friends and I wasnât going to sit back while he was talking shit about mom. Dolan boys donât fuck with thatâ Grant said. âYouâre damn straight, son. I canât believe this kid has the audacity to make a sexual comment insulting my wife, what nerve. For his information, I would love to be suffocated by- DAAAD ENOUGHâ Grant yelled as Grayson chuckled.
Grayson wasnât sure what to tell his wife. He knew she would be mad at the suspension but should he tell her why the kids were in a fight. All the girls managed to get in little to no trouble in school so where did they go wrong with the boys? Is what was crossing Y/Nâs had as she heard Grayâs voicemail from about an hour ago while she was in a meeting. She opened the front door and shut it with a little more force than she anticipated. âGrayson Hunter and Grant Oliver, in here now!â Y/N yelled. Both the boys and their dad walked into the living room. âWhat the hell happened today? A THREE DAY SUSPENSION?â Y/N yelled. âGrant was just helping me. I started it, maâ Hunter said. âGrayson Hunter, since when do you fight people?â Y/N asked. âHe said something mean and I got angryâ he explained. âWhat did he say?â she asked but no one wanted to tell her. They all loved Y/N too much to let a dumb 17-year old make her feel shit about herself. âTell me or I am canceling Spring Break in a couple of weeks, so help me Grayson Hunterâ she threatened. Hunter looked at his brother then at his dad. All of them shaking their head in agreement. No one was telling her. âFine then go to your roomâs. Iâm canceling the tripâ Y/N said. Grayson knew his wife was upset and that he needed to calm her down. âWeâre still going on that trip,â Grayson said. âNo, we arenât. They arenât getting suspended then turning around and going to Cancun. Grayson have you lost your mind?â she asked. âNo, babe but I know what the kid said that upset Hunterâ Gray explained. âWhy wouldnât he tell me?â she asked. âHe was defending you, baby,â Gray said simply. âWhat?â she turned looking at her husband. âThe kid Hunter punched made a comment about your weight and it was in a sexual sense. He was just protecting his mommaâ Grayson explained. âWhat did the little punk say?â she asked. âSomething how he saw you out last night and wasnât sure how I hadnât suffocated because of how umâ Grayson paused. âFat I am?â Y/N asked. âYeahâ Gray whispered. There was a thick pause filled with silence. âJokes on him though, I would love to suffocate between your thighs babeâ Gray smirked trying to lift the mood. âWhy are kids so mean Gray?â she asked her husband. âBabe, donât let some kid get to you. Not when you have two sons that kicked his ass in your name baby, in your honorâ Grayson said wiping the tears from his wifeâs face. âWhy donât we bring them down and tell them they're still going on Spring Break, yeah?â Gray asked and Y/N nodded. Hunter came down first looking at his mom. âMa, why are you crying? Do I have to kick dadâs ass too?â âGood luck with that, sonâ Gray chuckled. âYour dad told me what really happened at school today,â Y/N said as Grant finally made his way into the kitchen. âHe told me what that boy said to you guysâ Y/N explained. âYouâre not fat, ma. Youâre beautifulâ Hunter said. âThank you, babyâ Y/N smiled. âThank you for putting that kid in his place for me, honey. Both of you, actually. Your brother got a couple cuts himselfâ Y/N observed running her finger over Grantâs cuts. âIâm sorry, I was so angryâ Y/N apologized. Â âItâs alright, we werenât mad. I shouldâve handled it betterâ Hunter admitted. âNo, you defend your mom just like you shouldâve. Just donât make it a habit, boysâ Grayson interjected. âWeâre still going to go to Cancun. I canât take that away from my boys. Thank you for defending me todayâ she said hugging her two babies that towered a few inches over her. âIâll do it again any day for you ma,â Hunter said. âMe too. Any day, anyone. No one messes with the Dolansâ Grant added. âI love my boys,â Y/N said as Grayson added himself to the group hug. The Dolan family was a little chaotic at times but every one of them defended their name just like their Poppy Sean would want them too.
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hi ever! can u write something about grayson giving you the silent treatment all day and at night u decided to sleep in the guest room but he came find u!
Grayson Dolan x Reader
The day started normally like it always does. You woke up, showered, got dressed, then made breakfast. You chatted with Ethan as you made breakfast as Grayson came in from his morning workout. Everything was normal. But for some reason something that you had done along the way of the day caused Grayson to be mad at you. Because since he came out from his shower - he'd been giving you the cold shoulder and silent treatment.
Sometimes tried to see what it was. Maybe you'd left a mess in the bathroom after your shower? But normally with stuff like that he'd tell you. Or maybe he made plans for the two of you, but never got to say cause you went off on your own? No, that couldn't be it.
And each time you tried to talk to him, touch him, or even be near him it seemed to annoy him more. Grayson's scowl became deeper and the silence more suffocate. So towards the end of the day, you kept your distance and hung out with Ethan most of the day. Ethan could tell that his brother was in a mood, but knew that he would need space. Because when Grayson got into a mood - he had to bring himself out of it.
But when Grayson got into his moods he never pushed you away. If anything he pulled you closer cause you brought some happiness to him.
"You always make me better, angel," Grayson spoke one day as the two of you laid in bed together. "Any time the pressure of stuff starts to become too much, I just need you with me."
It seemed like this wasn't one of those times that he needed you.
After a few movies with Ethan, the need for sleep started to become too much. Grayson has gone to the bedroom about an hour ago, so you stood outside the door debating on if you even wanted to go inside. Your mind battled back and forth for a while but settled on sleeping in the guest room.
A heavy sadness weighed on your shoulders as you walked into the guest room at the end of the hallway, getting in and under the cool, white sheets. The house fell silent as you rest in the unfamiliar bed. But a couple of rooms down Grayson laid in bed waiting for you. He knew that he'd let his mood get to him again. Grayson could see the frown on your face any time you came near him. And as much as he wanted to pull you closer, his mind wasn't letting him.
His eyes darted towards the time on his phone once again. Grayson was confused cause it was nearly an hour past the time you two usually went to bed but you hadn't come back. He heard you earlier in the living room with Ethan, but he'd heard his brother go into his bedroom.
After another thirty minutes, Grayson pushed back the comforter lying on top of him and walked through the house. He checked the living room. The kitchen. The lounge room and even the backyard. He couldn't find you. He looked out the front and saw that your car was still in the driveway.
"Where are they?" He whispered to himself, before turning back towards the bedrooms.
But just as Grayson moved to go back into your room, his eyes darted towards the end of the hall. He hadn't checked the guest bedroom. Slowly he walked towards the room and opened the door, peeking inside. Grayson sighed deeply with relief when he saw you bundled in the guest bed.
A deep frown formed on his face as he saw your sleeping form moving towards you quickly. He made sure not to move the bed too much, not wanting to wake up. But it was like the moment that Grayson was close enough, your body knew that he was near. Also, you weren't in a deep sleep since you were sleeping somewhere unfamiliar.
"Grayson?" You whispered with sleepiness in your voice, your eyes barely opening as you looked up towards him.
His frown deepened more, "Fuck, I tried not to wake you."
"Wasn't asleep," You shrugged your shoulder slightly. "What are you doing here?"
"You didn't come back to bed."
You sighed softly, "Well...after today I didn't think that you wanted me near you."
Grayson internally cringed and felt a shame come over him. "I'm sorry, I...fuck, I shouldn't have done that. Of course, I want you with me."
"Did I do something wrong?"
Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout as you looked up towards him. His shame pressed down on him a little more.
"God no. You did nothing wrong," Grayson moved to lay beside you and wrapped his arm around you. "I was just in a mood and lost in my mind. I never intended for it to come off that I was mad at you."
Grayson's hand caressed your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You relaxed under his touch and leaned into him more. The heaviness of the worry you were feeling lifting off of you.
"Come back to bed with me, can't sleep without my baby beside me."
You pulled back slightly to look up towards him, "Ok, let's go back to our bed."
The two of you headed back into your bedroom and got into bed beside one another, Grayson wrapping his arm around you and holding you close. You slept soundly feeling safe within his arms for the first time in the entire day.
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Marco Polo | Grayson Dolan
A game of Marco Polo in the pool with your best friend, Grayson, ends up revealing some hidden feelings.
Warnings: two curse words?
A/N: This is from my Wattpad, enjoy!
"Okay, one more round" Grayson, your bestfriend, pleads as Ethan closes the glass door. You nod and giggle, closing your eyes and beginning to count to twenty. You randomly swim around in the pool wherever you heard water splash until you got to twenty.
"Marco!" You call out, excitement bubbling in you as you always win at this game. Grayson wasnât the most discrete swimmer, always splashing around and bursting into laughter.
Silence fills the air and suspense fills your body, feeling confused about why Grayson hasn't said 'Polo' by now. It was one of the gamesâ rules. You feel someone's hot breath against your lips and a deep voice speaks up making chills run through your body, "Poloâ.
Your eyes flutter open to see that Graysonâs face is inches away from yours. A shocked look covers your face as Grayson locks eyes with you, not expecting him to be standing so close.
His eyes flicker from mine to your lips and he leans in slowly. Your eyes move to his lips then to his eyes hesitantly, heart beating out of your chest. What the hell was Grayson about to do? There was no way he felt that way about you. No way.
Grayson keeps his eyes on yours, reaching a hand up to caress your face. You find yourself leaning into his touch, closing your eyes for a second to register all of this. You open them and Grayson had his bottom lip held between his teeth, looking at you so intently.
This was wrong.
Both of his hands slowly trail down to your waist, gripping tightly and pulling you closer to him. His thumb rubs your waist, making goosebumps spread across your body.
Heâs been your best friend since you were in diapers; yeah youâve had a crush on him but you tried your best to push past it so you didnât ruin your friendship.
Your faces were inches a part, noses bumping against each other softly and chests pressed against each other. Where did all of this come from?
But You couldnât to stop him,
Your hands go up to his built chest, lips parted in anticipation as you breathe heavily because of how nervous you were. Was Grayson actually going to do this?
Or yourself.
He parts his lips lightly as he tilts his head, the eye contact just making you even more flustered.
You wanted this so badly.
Grayson slowly leans down to your head level and licks his lips, giving your eyes one last glance before his soft lips pressed against yours.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed him back immediately, melting into the kiss youâd been daydreaming about for so long. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. The heat of the kiss rushes through your veins, giving you chills.
You would have never imagined his lips would feel this perfect against your lips. This was so wrong, but they felt so good.
The kiss was so passionate, his soft lips moving against yours in sync. Graysons hands slide further back your waist, to meet at the small of your back which pushes you impossibly close to him.
The kiss was more perfect that you had imagined.
His tongue slightly pokes out of his mouth, as if he were asking for permission. You grant it, letting him enter and explore your mouth with his muscle. The kiss becomes sloppier as your teeth clash against each other, but that only makes it more heated.
You didnât know that kissing your best friend would feel so good.
His hands grip the back of your thighs and lift you up quickly, making you squeal. You wrap them around his waist, since he could reach the bottom better than you could. Grayson smiles against your lips, "Youâre so cuteâ. A blush settles on your cheeks and you look away in embarrassment.
Taking you by surprise, he tilts his head to where you were looking and forcefully pushes his lips against yours. He tilts both of your heads back to face his original position, and kisses you deeply once again. Your hands slide from the back of his neck to his face, cupping it as your lips locked together.
You smile into the kiss, causing Grayson to smile as you both pulled away. âI really like you, Y/N." Grayson mumbled against your lips, his happy expression fading as he awaited your response. Your chest aches at the sight of his upset face, knowing that you do have feelings for him. You always have, and have always tried to convince yourself otherwise.
âIâve had feelings for you since forever ago, but I was too scared to-" He continues but to shut him up, resting your forehead against his. Your y/e/c eyes meet his hazel eyes and they bite into each other, the silence of the moment relaxing us.
âI really like you too, Gray." You whisper against his lips, cheeks unintentionally turning a bright shade of red. A cheeky grin spreads on his face before you lean in and connect your lips into a soft kiss, making Graysons heart race.
âAww, finally! You guys are so cute! Kristina, arenât they so cute?â Ethan exclaims and Kristina agrees excitedly, making both of you jump. âWhat the fuck, Ethan!â Grayson yells at him, making you stifle your laughter as you hide your head in his neck.
âSorry, sorry! Weâll let you guys get back to what you were doing, Câmon Ethanâ Kristina pulled him into the house. Grayson leans down to leave a kiss on your shoulder as you laughed into his neck. âJust donât fuck in my swimming pool, I swim in there yâknow-â Ethan says and your face turns more flushed than ever.
âGet the fuck out!â Grayson yells at his brother, making Ethan stumble inside. He shakes his head as you giggle at how angry he was, making him pull away from you so you took you head off his shoulder and faced him. âYou find that funny, huh?â Grayson teased, raising his eyebrows as you shook your head, but your laughter said otherwise.
âYouâre hot when youâre angryâ You state honestly, leaving a kiss on Graysonâs cheek. He immediately becomes flustered, now becoming his turn to hide his face in your neck as you laugh once more.
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paycheck - g.b.d.
cw: homewrecking, verbal/physical humiliation, unprotected sex.
  âi want you in my office in five, y/n. is that clear?â she hissed. âcrystal.â i huffed. i didnât see the point. i knew what was bound to happen.
  i gathered my things and headed upstairs to my dreadful meeting with my manager, vivienne. my heart wrenched more and more with every click of my over-priced work heels. every pair of eyes i passed seem to stick as i walked.Â
  i laid out on my way to the office every possible scenario in my head. but my train of thought circled back to one in specific every time. i was about to be fired.Â
  vivienne had been nagging me about my expectations for weeks almost. she didnât like for the truth to get out.Â
  i tidied up my skirt before twisting the door knob. at the conference table sat vivienne alongside her useless husband, grayson. heâs lucky heâs so gorgeous. otherwise i donât think heâd still have a placement in this establishment.Â
  âhave a seat.â she commanded. i slid one of the chairs from under the table. ânow, y/n. i think you know why youâre here.â i took a seat in the black office chair. âyes, maâam, i do. can i be frank with you?â i leaned in. she nodded quickly in approval. âi think itâs bullshit.â i spoke plainly.Â
   âexcuse me?â she scoffed. âwould you like me to repeat myself, maâam?â i smiled. âlisten here, y/n. the things that youâve been saying about both me and this corporation are completely inappropriate. weâve discussed this in the past and i wonât put up with it anymore. got it?âÂ
  âyou must not have the capability to handle the truth, ms. vivienne.â i pouted. âokay i have had enough of this! youâve embarrassed me, youâve embarrassed this establishment, and frankly youâve embarrassed yourself along the way.â she raised her voice. âokay, viv. i think you need to calm down.â grayson stepped in.Â
  she took a step back, looking astonished, almost. âalright, grayson. why donât you deal with her?â she stormed abruptly out the door.
  we marinated in the painful silence of the office. i let the adrenaline in my veins build up before getting up from my seat. âyou heard her,â i began, walking toward him with my finger on the glass table.Â
  i smiled sweetly and straddled his waist. i tilted his head to the side. slowly, i leaned closer and closer to his ear. âdeal with me, grayson.â i whispered.Â
  i looked again into his starry eyes and grabbed hold of his hand. he watched at my wet lips in awe as i slid his muscly hand up my thigh. he quickly drew me in and pressed his soft, pink lips on mine.Â
  keeping his one hand on my upper thigh, he ran the other frantically through my hair. i gradually leaned further and further into the steamy kiss with every second. my hips rolled eagerly onto his lap, the feeling of his hardening cock growing more potent as i continued.Â
  i felt on his perfectly groomed beard. his skin was soft. he smelled vividly of over-priced cologne and it was absolutely inebriating.Â
   i licked the taste of him off my lips when he pulled away. he looked down at his anxious hands as he undid his pant zipper. i watched carefully, waiting for him to be revealed. my soaking cunt ached at the sight of the bulging imprint in his boxer briefs. Â
  i looked back up at his face, dazzled. the smirk he beamed let me know he was well used to this look. he pulled his cock quickly out of the waistband of his underwear, the same look in his eye.Â
  he lifted my skirt in order to inspect my clothing situation. i impatiently watched his attack. his hands slid around the crotch area of my black panty hoes. i gasped as i heard the fabric torn apart right under me.Â
  he kissed gently around my jaw. âi wanna watch you bounce on this cock for me. can you do that, y/n?â he whispered. i could feel the pulsating beat of my cunt intensify at his words. i nodded.Â
  i positioned myself on his upright sat tip to perfection. his hands wrapped around my waist in a tenderly fashion.Â
  i winced as he slowly pushed my body onto his dick. âyeah,â he began. âjust like that...âÂ
  it felt almost as if i could feel him in my stomach. i gripped onto the chair back behind him as i bounced up and down, quicker and quicker with every minute.Â
  i threw my head back, releasing a desperate moan on the way. quicker than i could blink, his hand slid between my parted lips. his fingers crept down my throat. âshut up, bitch.â he scolded.Â
  i sucked slowly on his fingers as i rode his cock, my eyes drawn to his. i hummed against his hand in ecstasy, earning another push down my throat.Â
  the feeling of his hands tangled and tugging on my hair was deliciously painful. he quickened the pace, moving me up and down by my locks. i fluttered my eyelashes.Â
   âyou like that? donât you, slut?â his jaw clenched. he pulled the two fingers in my mouth down, stretching my jaw wide open. âlet me see that tongue.â my tongue slid slowly out of my mouth at his command.Â
  i smiled subtly as i felt his warm spit on my tongue. he shoved his two fingers down my throat, triggering my gag reflex once more.Â
  his hands proceeded to my ass as they felt around aimlessly. i could feel my walls tighten around him at his simple touch. the profanity uttered under my breath was quickly muted by grayson. âdidnât i tell you to be quiet, bitch? didnât i?â he grit his teeth. yes, i nodded.Â
  i furrowed my brows, intimidated by the piercing stare he gave me. i felt his cock pulsate inside of me as he grunted. âgod, youâre gonna make me cum.â he thrusted his hips forcibly into my gushing cunt.Â
  our bodies slammed together a few times more before i felt him release right in my core.Â
  as he pulled himself out of me, i could feel his juices trickle down my cunt. the feeling was relieved with a quick swipe of graysonâs finger. while one hand held my mouth open, the other was feeding his warm, fresh cum down my throat. i sucked every last drop from his fingertips.Â
  â you donât seem so mouthy anymore, do you?â
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I couldnât stop thinking about it so here is a One Couch Concept for you đ€đ
When The Night Rolls In
A is short and B is tall, so B sleeps with their back to the sofa and hugs A to keep them from falling to the floor. (itâs a really small sofa)Â
not only had the falling leaves started to change the burnt colors of autumn, but the knowledge that halloween is creeping closer was starting to set in.
y/n knew it was graysons favorite time of yearâhe nearly screamed when he spotted the halloween section in the grocery store. heâd piled bags of candy into his arms so mountainous sheâd had to stop at least five times to pick up a bag or two, frustrated that he hadnât grabbed a basket on the way in. his wide smile softened her heart, however.
heâd even already climbed up to the storage area where he keeps his insane amount of decorations, pulling each piece out with admiration and excitement. dread was eating away at her stomach at the mere thought of putting the decorations away at the end of the month, pouting to herself and knowing he will be heartbroken again. she wasnât ready for a pouty grayson.
âitâs quite actually the superior holiday,â heâd said in the midst of the madness, boxes scattering the floor around her, âwhat other holiday can you be completely insane on purpose? also, tiny ghosts statues.â
sheâd broken the statue heâd tossed down to her, which in turn got her many glares throughout the day, in which the house transformed into a halloween wonderland. halloween for grayson was her christmas after all. while she had snowmen and nutcrackers, he had stackable pumpkins and tiny ghosts statues. he accepted and participated in her christmas madness, the least she could do was entertain his halloween obsession for him.
it was the time that made him most happy and giddy like a child waiting for santa. he was waiting on ghouls and goblins instead, the movies that made her jump and sink back into his chest, the buckets of candy, the outlandish costumes he always seems to create, the haunted houses, and the pumpkins - dear God the infamous dolan carving party.
it was truly a production to say the least. every year (at least for the past three years theyâd been dating) the twins would cover every table and every chair with a table cloth or two along with a spread of carvings tools, stencil, sharpies, candles, and dozens of pumpkins.
friends and family knew what to expect when they walked in the door. they were to expect jump scares, fake cobwebs and spiders, halloween treats (cookies, candy, cider, covered pretzels, etc.), graysons massive goggles in honor of the end of night pumpkin fight, a costume heâd been working on all year, and a ticket stand to vote on the movie of choice for the evening.
it made him happy, so it made her happy too.
her favorite part was the movies. her father was a horror movie buff himself, so she had a particular soft spot for the films. from the beginning to the end of the month a fort would be formed in the living room for movie nights. the was a schedule hanging on the entertainment center of what movie was dedicated to each night.
It was the 3rd, Hocus Pocus night, one of Y/nâs favorites. halloween never felt the same without it, and they even had repeat nights because how could you not?
Grayson had his back to the loveseat, talking every now and then about his plans for the carving party and the giant custom skeleton hand heâs making for in front of the house.
 Itâs nice to feel the rumble of his chest against her back, listening to him talk excitedly of the props heâs going to get and how many people he thinks will show up. Itâs usually double in size each year. Once word getâs out about the massive projector outside, the popcorn bar, the homemade haunted maze, everyone is wanting an invite.Â
y/n watches Max light the black flame candle, snuggling back against Graysonâs sweater and pulling the blanket up beneath her chin. she knows what happens next, smiling when they run through the sprinklers, book in hand.Â
Watching this movie with him is always the best part of the month, simply for the commentary and his love for the Billy Butcherson, the sweetest zombie sheâd ever seen. he was always her favorite as a kid. It was just another thing she and grayson has in common.
after a long day of decorating, sheâs beat from it all. she knows Grayson wonât mind if she dozes off for a few minutes, and finds her eyelids drooping with each passing minute. she wants to see the end even if sheâd seen it a thousand times before, but knows realistically she might not making it if Grayson keeps playing with her hair the way he always does.Â
Graysons grip around her waist tightens as her body begins to grow limp with sleep overtaking her. he holds her up against him, his chin atop her head, pressing a kiss against her hair.Â
âyouâre really doing Billy dirty right now,â he teases, securing the blanket over her shoulders and closing his own eyes for a few seconds, long enough to appreciate the feeling of her leaning against him, the scent of the pumpkin spice candle burning on the coffee table, and the cool wind blowing through the open windows.Â
she doesn't respond, off somewhere in dreamland where there are no zombies or witches or candles with black flames. sheâs dreaming of nights that feel like this, lazy, comfortable and quiet with the love of her life.Â
she doesn't wake when the movie ends, even with the sound of the ending credits and Graysons snoring. heâd finally fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around her, the candle blown out (heâd had a tough time blowing that out with her deadweight against him).Â
maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, sleeping upright with a girl you love more than anything - even halloween. the pumpkins stacked and crowding the back wall, the Michael Myers cardboard cutout staring through the living room dimly lit by the tv, the feeling of Y/n breathing steadily against him. it could lull anyone to sleep.Â
when he wakes he keeps her still, laughing at her messy hair and smoothing it with his hand, leaning down to kiss her cheek and watch her for a while. heâs overwhelmed sometimes, that she exists and she puts up with his ridiculous obsessions in the graceful way that she does. he loves her for it.Â
he loves that she seems to be the only one on the face of the earth that likes candy corn as much as he does, that she has a favorite halloween blanket covered in tiny frankensteins, and that she always attempts to beat him in the pumpkin carving contest. her trophy is a kiss, a gentle peck that gives him butterflies without fail. he's seen the pictures, all that sheâd snapped herself, framed in the bedroom. they look happy, glowing actually.Â
heâs chilled by the morning air, but warm inside at the sight of the movie playing for the surely fourth or fifth time since theyâd fallen asleep, and the smile she gives him when her eyes finally open.Â
sure, they are both sore from sleeping sitting up on the hardwood floor, stomachâs begging for real food (not the orange icing covered sugar cookies sheâd baked before the movie, Grayson being the dedicated sprinkle man which he took entirely too seriously.Â
there are a few things they know after a night of blissfully uncomfortable sleep. they know they need to get up. grayson knows heâd never been so in love with someone in his whole life. y/n knows she would spend a thousand nights falling asleep against him on the floor. they both know that they love their simple little life filled with extravagant holidays with too many decorations, an abundance of stolen kisses, and movie marathons that mean more to the both of them than they could ever explain.Â
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Frat!Grayson Concept train - Masterlist
(Gif credits go to the wonderful @vintagedolan)
Part 1: Y/nâs been keeping a secret from Grayson for years. Now itâs come out and everyoneâs either physically or emotionally paying for it
Part 2: time for a road trip. Time to move on and keep pushing forward. Until y/n finds out sheâs going to be stuck next to the one person sheâs trying to move on from.
Part 3: the tension between y/n and Grayson comes to a head. Grayson admits to something that causes a physical confrontation, just not the one youâre expecting.
The Lodge Inspo
Part 4: The gang finally arrives at the cabin- something surprising waits for them. Grayson and Ethan confess a secret. Y/nâs feelings are hurt. Again. Grayson and Y/n finally have a talk- but does it do more harm than good?
Part 5: Y/n and Grayson are starting to feel frustrated by physical and emotional problems. After the rest of the group arrives- tensions rise as the two are forced into confronting each other. Y/n realizes she canât run from her feelings any longer.
Part 6: Grayson and y/n have an important talk. Both learn what jealousy really is and how jeopardizing it can be.
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Could we get a part 2 to the virgin concept please... Maybe their first time idk
a/n: holy shit, iâm so sorry that it took me so fucking long to finish out my requests. iâve just been feeling super disconnected from tumblr, but hereâs a little something as i get back into wanting to write and post. iâm gonna be clearing out my inbox over the next few days (not that thereâs anything to clear lmaoo, i have like four requests I want to do), but if anyone wants to send me something, i would love to write it for you! many kisses, angels, thank you for reading anything i write. i really appreciate it <333
warnings: loss of virginity, more first times, an overuse of the word fuck and probably the softest smut youâll ever see on this account.
(this isnât really a series, but itâs suggested you read this and this first.)
âStop trying to be sexy.â
Graysonâs outside, doing pull-ups, soft grunts spilling out of his mouth with every rep. He looks up, a bright smile on his face when he sees you standing at the entrance of the backyard.
âI wasnât doing anything.â He says, dropping down from the bar to move towards you.
âThatâs more than enough, sometimes.â It was true; recently, it seemed you could be turned on by nothing more than just Grayson being Grayson. âAre you done, amour?â
He nods, leaning down to kiss you on the lips before walking towards the bathroom. You follow, sitting on his bed to scroll through your phone while he gets ready for a post-workout shower. Since the two of you have been taking your relationship further, everythingâs escalated between you two - this unavoidable tension growing whenever youâre near each other. If anything, it was like waiting for the drop on a never-ending rise of a roller-coaster. You both knew what you were leading to, but neither of you brave enough to take the fall.
âHey, have you seen my towel?â
And there was this part, the relentless teasing between the two of you. It was like the two of you knew about this cat-and-mouse game you two were stuck in, wanting to see who could give in first. Lingering touches whenever Grayson passes by you, warm hands always on your lower back and upper thigh. And, of course, the always semi-nakedness. He stood at the doorway, skin still shining with sweat from his workout and underwear low on his hips, showing off his abs and deep v-line. His constant working out recently has been paying off, appreciation present on your face as your eyes slowly drag down his frame.
âY/N.â His voice roughly comes out, breaking your concentration of following a bead of sweat through the contours of his muscles. You hadnât noticed your tongue slowly swiping over your lips, Graysonâs mouth drying at the small movement. You look up at him, trying to act as innocent as you can after getting caught checking out your boyfriend.
âMy towel?â You donât comment on how his voice is a few octaves deeper, instead choosing just to shrug.
âProbably in the wash. Just grab a new one.â He nods, watching you bite your lip as you continue to work yourself up over your own thoughts. You really werenât joking when you had said that his presence was more than enough to turn you on, and he was starting to find it really attractive. Heâs a simple man, and knowing his girlfriend finds him attractive is a healthy ego-boost, enough to make him want to see how far he can push you.
He walks over to you slowly, feeling a little stupid at this whole seduction attempt. The look in your eyes, however, resolves any insecurity he might be feeling.
âWhat⊠what are you doing?â You ask, stuttering slightly as you become eye-to-eye with his dick. You move forward to touch him, slip a small hand underneath his underwear, anything, but before you can, he stops you. He leans down to cage you in, arms on both sides of your body, so youâre face-to-face. Heâs close, close enough that you can make out every minuscule detail on his face. He glances down at your lips, eyes several shades darker than when this whole interaction started, and you canât help but moan softly, clenching your thighs as he moves closer. You feel the heat radiating off of him, and itâs like the two of you are feeding off of each other's energy, growing more turned on without having done anything yet.
He traces a palm along your inner thigh, stroking softly. Before he reaches where you want him the most, he reaches past you to grab his phone lying on the bed behind you.
âForgot my phone.â He waves the iPhone in his hand before turning back to use the shower, laughing at the long slew of curses youâre throwing out at him. He knows that however long his shower is will be more than enough time for you to forgive him, being apart giving the both of you time to calm down. And if it isnât, he knows just the way to apologize. He palms himself lightly, turning the water down to a colder temperature than he wouldâve liked, but wanting to kill his throbbing hard-on. He knows he promised heâd wait for you, giving you however much time you needed to feel comfortable enough to sleep with him. However, heâs still a man in his prime, and he canât help craving more than sloppy blowjobs and unpolished hand jobs. He craves you in the most intimate way, and it seems harder and harder to resist picturing you underneath him, softly moaning out with sharp nails trailing down his back, his mouth marking up your chest.
He shakes his head, almost as if trying to physically clear the image from his head. He was more than happy to wait weeks, months, even years until you were ready to be with him in that way, and he wasnât going to let whatever fantasies he had ruin that. What the two of you needed was a hard-reset, something to break this rising tension between the two of you. He hops in the shower, shivering slightly under the cold water while coming up with a plan to romance you in the way you deserve.
When heâs finished, he walks out, surprised to see you with damp hair and a sundress on, seeming to have taken your own shower in the meantime. You smile up at him, already have forgotten the teasing from earlier. Graysonâs stomach somersaults at your soft smile, heart beating out of his chest with unbridled love for you.
âCâmon, I have a surprise for you.â
It takes about 30 minutes for him to get everything together, ordering some food to be delivered to his house before you find yourself in the passenger seat of his Tesla, hair blowing in the wind as you sing along softly to the Kid Cudi song playing in the background. He looks over, smiling at the way your skin seems to shine gold in the setting sun. You hadnât questioned where he was taking you yet, moreso curious at the changing scenery as you drive further and further out of L.A.
âYouâre not kidnapping me, right? This is the part where you finally get sick of me?â You joke, hopefully trying to prod some information out of your uncharacteristically silent boyfriend.
âYou can never be romantic, huh?â He laughs, looking at you over a pair of sunglasses. After about 45 minutes, you arrive at the beach, car parked near the sand. Grayson grabs the food out of the backseat, handing you the blanket that stays in the trunk of his car.
âA picnic on the beach?â You tease lightly. âVery cliche, Dolan.â He laughs, grabbing your hand.
âHumor me.â
He leads you along the shore, waves providing a background melody to whatever meaningless conversation the two of you are having. The moment he finds a spot he feels is secluded enough, he sets the blanket and food down, pulling you into his lap.
âYouâre never this nice to me.â You raise an eyebrow jokingly, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pepper light kisses along his face and neck, humming appreciatively.
âWhat do you mean, Iâm always nice to you. Besides, canât I spoil my gorgeous girlfriend?â
âMhm, but youâre laying it on kinda heavy.â
âYouâre so annoying.â He rolls his eyes playfully before taking out the food, handing you your meal before digging into his. You canât help but admire the adonis of a man in front of you, the sunset giving him the infamous golden hour wash. Heâs chewing on one of the sandwiches he ordered, concentrated heavily on the vegan goodness in front of him. He looks up at you, poking your face slightly.
âQuit staring. Sânot nice.â He jokes, feeding you one of the chips. You donât know why, but that simple act of domesticity does it for you, images of the future flashing in your mind. You see every part of your and Graysonâs life together, coming together like pieces of a puzzle. It seems overly apparent that thereâs nobody else for you except for him, and you start to feel overwhelmed with love for him. Thereâs no doubt in your mind about what you want to do next.
âSo, there's something Iâve been thinking about recently.â He turns to you, still chewing on his food. He cocks his head, giving you a sign to continue.
âI think Iâm ready.â
âReady for what?â His eyebrows furrow, confused at the lack of explanation.
âReady to, yâknow.â You trail off, tilting your head in hopes heâll catch on to what youâre insinuating. When he still looks at you with a blank expression, you move your hand towards his dick, palming lightly over his pants.
âOh.. oh!â He swallows deeply. âAre you sure, angel? Iâm not trying to rush you or anything, just did this because I love you.â Your heart melts even further, and you lean forward, capturing his lips in between yours.
âOf course. Not doing this out of a whim or anything; I want it to be you because I love you. You knew that.â He laughs softly, pulling you closer to him for a light kiss. You lean forward, kissing him deeper, running your hands through his hair and shifting in his lap, trying to guide him in the direction you desired without saying anything.
âNow?â He questions. You nod, already leaning back in to keep kissing him. He pulls back.
âAre you sure, angel? I could make this better, get us a nice room, take you out to a nice dinner beforehand?âYou shake your head. Whatever Grayson had planned in his mind, this was so much better - more the two of you.
âThis is perfect, amour.â You assure, already leaning back into to continue where you left off. He holds your shoulder, stopping you from going in for the third time.
âAre you sure, Y/N? I want this to be perfect for you.â You stop, pouting slightly at his hesitation.
âYes, amour. Itâll be perfect so long as Iâm with you. Now, please. I donât want to beg.â You whine, and if Grayson was any less of a man, he probably wouldâve made you. However, he could feel you already growing warm in his lap, so he moves to kiss you, pulling you closer to him as he does. He feels every fiber of his being light up, electricity following wherever you touch him. You lean back, pulling on his shirt to get him to discard it. He takes it off quickly before leaning forward to kiss marks down your neck. You moan softly, trailing your nails slightly down his chest. You both lean back, breathing heavily as the sun sets completely, enveloping you two in darkness.
You take him in, not knowing what you want to do next. Even though this is your first time, you still want him to feel as good about this as you do, and so you move off his lap, him looking at you questionably. You lean down slightly, hands moving to unzip his pants. Before you could pull him out of his underwear, he stops you.
âUh-uh, this is about you.â He grips your jaw lightly, bringing you back up so your face-to-face with him.
âWhat if what I want is for you to cum with your dick in my mouth?â You narrow your eyes teasingly, moving back into his lap while watching as his own eyes widen at your bold statement.
âFuck, where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?â You smile at his response, feeling his dick jump lightly underneath you. You roll your hips experimentally, swearing breathlessly when he grips your hips harder. He controls your movements, peppering kisses from your neck down to your chest.
âFuck, Grayson. Please, I need more.â Youâre not exactly sure what youâre asking for, but he, knowing you like the back of his hand by now, is already pulling your dress off. He groans slightly when your tits are exposed, nipples hardening due to the cold ocean air. He leans forwards, taking one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling lightly, circling the other nipple lightly. He switches sides once heâs had his fill, giving your other breast the same attention, watching as you arch your back into him. Once done, he kisses down the valley of your chest, stopping at the edge of your underwear.
âLay back.â He whispers, moving you, so youâre laid out on the blanket. You donât hesitate, leaning back on your elbows, so you donât miss a single movement. He slips your underwear off, whispering a âfucking perfectâ once you're exposed to him. He glances up at you again, features illuminated by moonlight, and you canât help thinking how that statement perfectly describes him as well: fucking perfect. He licks a long stripe before sucking on your clit slowly.
âGrayson!â You jolt, slowly growing wetter with every movement. He slips one finger in, moving slowly.
âGrayson, more.â You whine, bucking your hips. He places a palm down, trying to still your movements.
âI know, I know. Gotta stretch you out first.â He curls his finger a few times before adding another, and you moan louder. Itâs slow torture, knowing that heâs right about prepping you properly but also just wanting him to fuck you already. He moves his hand to rub your clit, and youâre done, moaning loudly as your orgasm wrecks over your entire body. You knew it wasnât going to take much, already having worked yourself up the whole day. He leans back, letting you catch your breath while he slips off his pants and boxers.
âYou good?â He checks in, watching as you focus on his dick in front of you. He laughs slightly when you just nod wordlessly and reach forward to jerk him off, hand moving up and down his shaft. He moves out of the way to position himself in front of you, sudden nerves appearing in his stomach. Heâs not a virgin at all, but he might as well be, any previous experience flying out the door at the thought of wanting to make this memorable for you. He starts to stress, feeling this overwhelming pressure to make everything perfect. You lean up and kiss the crease thatâs appeared in between his eyebrows.
âJust relax.â You whisper.
âI should be the one telling you that.â He chuckles. He coats himself in your wetness before slowly moving his hips forward, thrusting into you softly. And you suddenly understand why he wanted to stretch you out first, because fuck, is he big. You knew it already, having spent a lot of time sucking him off, but feeling every inch slide further and further into you makes the statement even more true in your mind. You whimper softly, and he pauses all movements completely, kissing both your cheeks lightly.
âYou okay, angel?â He reaches down, rubbing your clit to help with anything youâre feeling. You nod, taking a breath. Itâs not unbearable pain, just a dull ache from a foreign feeling, but the longer he remains still inside you, the more you want him to continue. You moan gently when he throbs lightly, wrapping a leg around his hip to pull him closer to you. Â
âFuck.â He whispers softly, staring down at where heâs bottomed out. He waits a moment, watching every expression on your face for any pain or discomfort. He starts to kiss along your neck and chest again, every kiss peppered with an unspoken vow of forever - knowing he had an unbreakable grip on your heart. You move your hips slightly, both of you moaning out when you squeeze around him. He rolls his pelvis into you, checking to see your response, and your eyes almost roll back from pleasure.
âMove. Please,â Your voice cracks and Grayson almost loses it at the expression on your face, knowing that this is all him. Heâs the only man to ever make you feel this way, and if he had anything to do with it, itâd stay that way. He moves his hips again, watching as your face twists into pleasure, almost losing it at the way your velvet walls are gripping him. He picks up speed a little, still rubbing your clit consistently.
âFuck, youâre so tight.â He rasps out, overwhelmed with deciding between to look at your face, breast moving with every thrust, or where his dick is entering and leaving your body. Itâs almost like a sensory overload, and he prays he doesnât cum too quickly to ruin this for you. You moan out loudly, not even having words to describe how youâre feeling, that being the only way to express how good heâs making you feel. Grayson thanks every higher power that the ocean is so loud, because between the wet noises from every thrust and your increasing moaning, he knows the two of you wouldâve gotten caught in seconds.
âFuck, angel. Youâre doing so good for me, takinâ me so well.â You whimper loudly, eyes closing from his soft praises. He keeps that in mind, watching your reaction whenever he compliments you. He can tell your close, having spent enough time in between your legs to know when near cumming. Just as he thought, it only takes a few more seconds before youâre spilling on to his dick, back arching slightly. He stops, watching you so he can commit every moment to memory, kissing down your chest. Â
âArenât you going to cum too?â You ask, opening one eye when you still feel him rock hard inside you. He looks down at you, wanting to shake his head at your expression. Here you are, recovering from your second orgasm, and youâre worried about him.
âAbout to angel, wanted to see you cum first.â He murmurs, kissing your neck once again.
âCum for me, Grayson. Please, inside of me.â And fuck, he was close, but that does it for him, thrusting once, twice, three times before cumming deep inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, kissing you lazily until he feels like he can speak again.
âHow was it?â was the first question that comes to mind, not wanting for you to feel any regret.
âI think I have sand in my hair.â You respond.
âI meant the sex, you asshole.â
âIt was perfect. You were perfect, amour.â He kisses you softly, moving your waist, so youâre closer to him. You pull back, and he takes you in under the moonlight, sandy hair (which he knows youâre going to bitch about later) and swollen lips. You look so dazed and love-stricken, and heâs sure that if he saw himself, he would have that same dopey expression on his face. He leans in to kiss you once more until you open your mouth to ask -
âCan we do that again?â He slips out of you, you shuddering at the emptiness that overtakes you.
âWhenever you want, angel.â
âNow?â Itâs at that moment that Grayson notices his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thigh, and he can feel his dick hardening again.
âFuck, give me 5, and then Iâm all yours.â
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Missed You Too | G.D.
Part 3 of Hate You Too!!
A/N - hello!!!!! part 3 of my hyt series!!! v proud of this part tbh, and dropping it at 2:30 am bc I canât keep it to myself any longer. lots of love as always pretty pls lmk what you think!!! (read the last part here) (amazing gif by @vintagedolanâ as per usual nothing but the best by the best)
Word Count - 8.8k
Warnings - the nasty as per usual, mentions of not a great family life
âWhy have you been trying more vegan stuff?â Kacey asks as you walk down the refrigerated aisle of the grocery store. Youâd just put egg replacer in your cart after examining it for five minutes.
You shrug, looking at the various food options as you pass by them. âI donât know, Iâve just been intrigued by it lately I guess.â
âIs the boy who gives you the glow vegan?â You roll your eyes, because this has been Kaceyâs way of not so subtly poking around in your life to figure out who made you cry. Sheâs only seen one person make you cry: your dad. So the fact that a ârandom kidâ has seemed to do it for you, sheâs pushing hard.
Because it wasnât just that night that got to you, itâs been almost every day since. For almost a week straight, youâve been moping around and going through the motions of life because the thought of Grayson truly hating you was making you really fucking sad. And thatâs terrifying.
You had been pretty good about hiding it, you thought, until Kacey knocked asking why you were crying when you didnât know sheâd gotten home from Ethanâs one day. And now she needed to know what caused you your pain.
So you told her it was a random kid youâd been talking to. She didnât believe you for a second (rightfully so, it was a terrible lie) and she wouldnât leave it alone. You loved her and her passion, but sometimes you wish sheâd let it go.
âI donât know if heâs vegan or not. Everyoneâs cutting out animal products more and more these days and I thought itâd be cool to try it myself. Is that such a problem?â You snap at her and she just huffs and pipes down for the time being.
You guys make it to the produce section after venturing through the various aisles in complete silence. Youâre inspecting peppers when she speaks up again.
âYou canât hide him from me forever, you know.â
âYou really think I canât?â
âY/N, come on.â She nudges you, making you meet her eyes and you see the genuine concern in them.
You let out a breath, picking your peppers and putting them in the cart. âI donât even know whatâs going on in my head with all the shit thatâs happened, how am I supposed to tell you?â
She frowns wrapping her arm around you in a bit of an awkward side hug, the cart sandwiching you against the various vegetables.
âMaybe talking it out with me will help? When did it start? When did you meet him?â
You purse your lips, not sure how much youâre willing to reveal to her. Because if weâre being honest, Ethan is going to hear about this. And if they put two and two together, Grayson will soon know youâre having all these feelings over him and thatâs the last thing you could want.
âIâm not supposed to like him, that was never what we were to each other. I donât like him, I donât think. Or I didnât. But when I pissed him off and he left? I donât know why, but it just-â You shrug, sighing and grabbing the cart to keep walking around as your emotions quickly bubbled to the surface after being hidden deep within you for so long.
âIsnât that what they always say, though? Love comes when youâre not looking for it.â
âOh jesus Kacey,â you laugh, pausing to grab some onions. âIâm not in love.â
âHey,â she holds her hands up in defense as she watches you bag the onions. âAll Iâm saying is Iâve never seen you so into someone before. Even when you talk about your exes you have less emotion than with this guy.â
You toss the onions in the cart before continuing to push it along. âBut I shouldnât be into him. I wasnât into him. I canât tell if Iâm blocking my feelings down and thatâs why Iâm confused or-â
âThatâs definitely the problem,â she laughs as she picks out the fruits she wants for the week.
You huff in annoyance because you know sheâs right, but you donât want to let that be true. âMaybe I just really like his dick.â
The old lady next you scowls before shaking her head and walking away. You and Kacey giggle with each other as your cheeks blush a bit.
âI donât think any dick is that powerful. Not when vibrators exist - fuck no. Youâve got the feelings glow.â
âStop, Kacey,â you groan, halting your movements to look at her. She raises her brow at you and crosses her arms. âI donât have the feelings glow. You get that shit for someone youâre gonna love. I could never love this guy, I-â you shake your head and blink a few times to quell any frustrated tears that have popped up. âI canât love him. He was a good fuck. Is a good fuck. In fact-â
Before Kacey can react, youâre phone from your sweatshirt and typing away.
âY/N what are you doing?â
âProving thatâs all he is.â You lock your phone with a satisfied grin.
âWhat the fuck did you just do?â
âSet up a dick appointment. A no strings attached, feelings-less dick appointment.â
âWith the guy?â At this point youâre speedwalking the cart to the check out with Kacey trailing behind while she tries to process your rather reckless actions.
âWith the guy,â you confirm.
âYouâre gonna regret this,â she warns.
You sigh, locking your phone again after seeing his response.
âMaybe.â
***
âYouâre in a shlump dude.â
Grayson was cuddled deep into their couch, blankets all around him and an almost completely empty pint of vegan ice cream he had picked up the night before.
Ethan had just come in from a midafternoon run, his sweaty and bare chest heaving as he stood in front of his brother with his hands on his hips. They were polar opposites right now, and Grayson hadnât even realized. Not until Ethanâs comment makes him look down at himself and back up.
He merely sighs, leaning forward to put the ice cream on the coffee table while Ethan watches.
âIs it the new soulmate of the month?â
Grayson looks down at his phone, no new notifications on his blank lock screen. He doesnât realize that heâs zoned out until Ethanâs snapping in his face with a questioning look.
Grayson shakes his head, groaning and rubbing his hand over his face.
âBro, I donât know.â Ethan sits next to him, leaning back as he drinks some water. âSheâs not-â he huffs, doing his best to collect his thoughts because he truly has no idea how to explain you or his situation to Ethan without revealing that itâs you. Because as much as he loved his brother, he knew Kacey knew about everything in Ethanâs life. And Ethanâs life is Graysonâs life, and vise versa. So it would only be a matter of time before Kacey knew and then youâd know and he had no idea how youâd react to him having any type of positive feelings towards you.
âWho is she?â
âYou donât know her,â Grayson is quick to respond, almost too quick, but luckily Ethan doesnât push it.
âWhatâs so special about her that she has you eating ice cream on a Friday?â
Grayson looks at the sweet dessert resting on the table with a disgusted look, only realizing now that he feels bloated and definitely indulged a bit too much.
âI donât know, dude. Sheâs not like anyone Iâve ever talked to or dated which is why Iâm fucking confused. I shouldnât like her.â
Ethan laughs, shaking his head. âYouâre a fucking idiot.â
âWhy?â
âBecause,â he picks up the ice cream and takes a spoonful into his mouth himself. âThereâs a reason why youâre not with anyone youâve talked to or dated in the past. And thereâs a reason why someone so different from those girls is making you feel a lot more. Grow the fuck up and actually ask her out so you can stop being so damn mopey.â
Grayson looks at his brother, processing his words slowly as Ethan continues to finish off the ice cream. He knows Ethan is right. But youâre not into that, and definitely not into him like that.
âShe would never date me,â Grayson huffs as he leans further back into the couch.
âYou wonât know until you ask.â
Grayson can feel the nerves bubbling in his stomach at the idea of asking you to be anything more than friends. Were you even friends? Just someone you fucked occasionally but wouldnât even let him kiss you slowly?
Heâs pulled out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating, and heâs surprised to see your name attached to a new text.
sorry about last time. are you free tonight?
He reads the text over and over, trying to take it all in.
Heâs never heard you apologize to him. Literally never. Not that youâve done anything terrible, but you guys just didnât do that unless there was underlying sarcasm beneath the words.
And the fact you wanted to see him again? Try again? Maybe Ethan was right. Or, you were horny as shit. But heâd take what he could get.
âIs it her?â
Grayson snaps his head up at Ethan, his cheeks a bit more flushes than before due to the fact he was now thinking about what you wanted to do tonight.
He nods, looking back down at his phone. âYeah, she wants to hang out tonight.â
âKaceyâs coming over for the night and we already call the pool, so I donât know what-â
âIâll go to hers.â
âOkay.â Ethan stands with the empty ice cream pint in his hand. âDonât forget to ask her out, though. Even if itâs a double date with me and K, to make it more comfortable for you guys.â
Grayson chuckles to himself because, realistically, you guys going on a double date together would probably be a lot of fun. If you and Grayson didnât fight.
âIâd rather just be a fuck to her than nothing.â
Ethan sighs, shaking his head. âWhatever, dude. That isnât good for you, but I know youâre not gonna listen to me.â And with that, heâs walking to the kitchen.
Grayson closes his eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths because Ethan was right again, but youâre just so...addicting. As much as he thinks youâd be amazing together if you were both willing to put your bruised egos aside, he canât get the taste of your lips, your skin, your pussy out of his mind. Or the way you looked totally fucked out for him the first time you let him touch you. Or how breathless you were in the pool. He felt like he needed that, and if it meant some hurt feelings on his end, heâd take any fix he could get.
yeah, iâll come by after Kacey gets here
***
Grayson was rather proud of the way he so easily slipped past Ethan and Kacey, grateful for his brotherâs willingness to be vague so that he could get out without any questions. Because if thereâs one person besides Ethan who will lecture Grayson, it would be Kacey. And she would definitely not approve of what was about to happen.
The drive felt longer this time. He had his hype playlist going, the one he listened to when he ran, trying to get some adrenaline pumping because confidence usually followed. And he really needed confidence right now.
You were going through the same routine as last time. Preparing your space for him, and more importantly preparing your mind. Trying not to psych yourself out while also trying to guess if heâd want it all gentle like last time, or if heâd be even more pissed because of what happened.
When you hear a knock at your front door you jump a bit, the moment of anticipation finally here. You wipe your sweaty palms on your shorts, walking to the door and taking a breath before swinging it open.
You both look at each other for a moment, and you can tell something has changed since the last time you saw him. He looked a bit paler, more tired, his hair not styled like normal. His posture was relaxed, his back slouched and hands in his pockets as he looked straight at you. Because sure, those were all little tells as to how the past week has treated him, but when you finally meet his gaze it feels like his eyes tell the whole story. You werenât sure why or how, but you just knew heâd been through it the past week.
That made you feel a bit relieved, that you werenât the only confused one. That is, if his rough week was in any relation to you. Or it could have been something with Ethan, or the company, or YouTube, or another girl. Maybe you werenât the only one texting him about fucking around, and you werenât the only one-
âAm I gonna get let in or did you invite me here to stand outside?â
You bite your lip, coming back to reality quickly and stepping aside so he can walk past you. You can smell his stupid signiture scent, the one youâd fake sneeze at just to tease him whenever he put on too much. The thought makes you smile, because it would always make him so annoyed. His face would scrunch, heâd toss his hands up like youâd just insulted his mother, and heâd throw at least a ten minute shit fit. It always worked without a doubt.
âDude, are you good?â Youâre pulled out of your trance to see him walking backwards towards your bedroom, an eyebrow raised as you still stand holding the door open. âThought I was gonna get an apology or something, not just the fucking draft from the hallway.â The cockiness in his voice feels familiar, and almost makes you warm inside. But your inner competitiveness takes over first.
âOh, you expected more than a âIâm sorryâ? What makes you think you deserve that?â You chuckle, closing the door and locking it before walking to him.
He shrugs a cocky smirk on his face. âI usually accept apologies in acts of service. Never said I accepted yours yet.â
You put your hands on his stomach, pushing him through the doorway and closer to your bed. âSomething tells me you will,â you whisper, your mouth right next to his ear as you lean in. You have a tight grip on his shirt where your hands were resting, his knees at the back of the bed.
He swallows thickly at your response, his own hands coming to grip your hips and bring you flush against him.
âYeah? Gonna prove youâre really sorry, Y/N?â
Youâre not sure if itâs the hushed tone or the fact he said your name that makes you freeze, your need to be in charge leaving you as you move your head to look up at him. Heâd only ever said your name when he was pissed at you, when he was being sarcastic. Hearing it fall from his lips now, made a shiver run down your spine.
Grayson can clearly see how much he just affected you, and he plops down onto your bed victoriously as he watches you try to get your shit together. His arms are behind him so he can recline back to continue to watch you, his legs spread a bit and his dick clearly outlined in his sweats. Youâre 90% sure heâs not wearing anything underneath, and the thought makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
He expects you to climb into his lap, so when youâre falling to your knees between his legs, his confidence wavers for a moment. âOh shit,â he mumbles under his breath, and youâre sure he didnât intend for you to hear it.
You lick your lips, sliding your hands slowly up his thighs as you watch him try and collect himself. He canât decide if watching your hands or your face is better, his gaze constantly switching back and forth.
You, however, hold your eyes steady on his cock that is twitching underneath the confines of his sweats. Youâre not sure how long youâre gonna be able to tease him, your mouth literally watering at the thought of finally tasting him, making him feel good that way. Letting him blow his load down your throat.
Your hands reach the hem of his sweats, and you bring one of your thumbs to rub over his cock. You hear him suck a breath in, your eyes finally lifting to meet his. Heâs got his bottom lip between his teeth, his face barely lit up from the few candles in your room. Â His nostrils are flaring with every breath he lets out, the anticipation clear in the way his eyes are now jumping around your own face as he waits for your next move.
You dig your fingers into the hem of his sweats, pulling them down as he lifts his hips to make it easier for you, Once theyâre around his ankles, you let your eyes fall to his hard cock against his lower stomach. You take in every vein you can see, trailing all the way up to his red tip. You could tell it was borderline painful with the way his thighs clenched under your hands. When you noticed the precum beginning to drip from his tip you canât resist anymore, leaning in to lick it all up.
âFuck, Y/N.â
There it is again. Your name so gracefully falling from his lips. You feel a wave of nervous energy flow through you, but not before the words go straight to your pussy. Youâve suddenly made it your mission to make him say your name as many times as possible tonight.
You grab him at his base, swirling your tongue around his tip and making sure to pay extra attention to his slit, noting his little twitch every time your tongue runs over the most sensitive part of him. He brings one of his hands to the side of your head, gripping the ponytail youâd already had in your hair in preparation.
You look up at him as you continue to explore what makes him pull tight against your scalp, his cocky smirk back again as he takes in his new view.
âLoving the taste of my cock?â
You let go of him for a moment, and you feel him tug on your hair a bit harder in protest, but before he can say anything else youâre leaning down farther to drag your tongue from his base all the way back up, swirling your tongue around once like earlier before sitting back on your heels. You lick your lips slowly, never breaking eye contact.
âItâs alright.â
He rolls his eyes, putting a bit of pressure on the back of your head to try and bring you closer to him again.
You chuckle, leaning forward so that when you speak again he feels your hot breath on the sensitive skin. âWhy? Love the way my mouth feels?â
âI wouldnât know because you havenât actually fucking put it-â
Before he can even finish his sentence your mouth is surrounding him, slowly sink down until heâs hitting the back of your throat. You stay there a moment, listening to his quicker breathing and watching his stomach clench as you hollow your cheeks and leisurely drag your head up, letting your tongue trace the vein that runs on the underside of his cock.
You lift your mouth from him, a small trail of saliva still connecting your lower lip to his tip.
âHow about now?â
He looks down at you for a second, total silence ringing through your room. If you werenât so turned on and confused about your feelings, youâd be more sure about the blatant admiration and attraction you see in his gaze right now.
He moves his hand from your head to your face, his thumb wiping your bottom lip to clean it before grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to continue looking at him. âYouâre not good for me.â
Before you can even question what he means, heâs forcing you to stand up. He brings your face to his, and your hands fly around for a moment as you try to keep your balance with his quick and forceful motions before they finally land on his shoulders, his lips hot and heavy on yours. He didnât seem to mind the fact he could taste himself on your tongue, too eager to feel your mouth on his.
The way he is able to get you to move at just the feeling of his hands on your body is almost embarrassing, but when his hands come to your hips to move you so that youâre now sitting next to where he was as he awkwardly shuffles to get between your legs youâre not even surprised with how smooth he made it all seem. It almost felt like you guys worked well together.
He doesnât even bother to step out of his sweats, only throwing his shirt over his head when he feels your hands tugging on it. His hand pushes at your shoulder so that youâre laying back, legs still hanging over the edge of the bed. He makes quick work of your shorts and underwear, letting you kick them off as he brings a large hand to pull your tank top down just enough so that your tits are out. Youâre sure you heard some of the seams rip, but at this point you couldnât care less.
He reaches below your knees, pulling your legs up forcefully so that theyâre bent, your heels now resting on the edge of the bed and your pussy spread wide for him.
âCondom, Gray.â You nudge him with your knee to pull him out of the slight daze heâd been in since he last spoke, and his eyes clear up after he blinks and comes back to reality for a moment.
âOh - right. WhereâŠâ He trails off, looking around the room to see if you had any out and available for him.
You lean up on your elbow, pointing to your nightstand. âBack right of the drawer.â
He leans over, not moving from his spot between your legs. You watch him rummage through the drawer and think about how natural it feels to have him there, going through your shit.
Heâs quick to pull out a condom, not even closing the drawer before tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it on himself.
You open your mouth to say something, but before you can he pushes your thighs back enough for your feet to rise off the bed, his hands sliding up the backs of your legs to slowly extend them upwards. By the time his touch reaches your midcalf, you can feel the ridges of his stomach on the back of your thighs, your calves resting on his pecs. One of his hands goes back down your legs to tightly grip your thigh, the other going to his cock to line his dick up with your entrance.
His eyes leave your center for a moment, going back to your face. âGood?â
You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. Right as you feel his tip against you, about to push in you remember what you were going to say before. âWait!â He looks up in alarm, raising his eyebrow at you in question, slight concern on his face.
âIs my apology accepted?â
His face relaxes as he chuckles lightly, leaning down a bit to hover over your body. You feel his dick back at your entrance, and you finally feel the way he slowly begins to fill you. Your body relaxes at the immediate satisfaction, your walls taking every inch of his cock as he works his way to fill you up completely.
Only when you can feel his hips against you does he speak up again. âI guess so.â
You let yourself fall flat on your back, a smile on your face as he smirks at you. He grabs your other thigh with the hand that helped him, digging his fingers into the flesh there as if to brace you.
He pulls back out of you slowly, brushing your g-spot while doing so. You let out a soft hum at the feeling, anticipation for what heâs about to do crawling through your body and causing even more wetness to come out of you and around his cock.
He opens his mouth to say something when he pauses his hips, staying totally still for a second. You wait for him to speak, but nothing ever comes. As youâre about to ask him about it, he cuts you off with the quick movements of his hips as he starts to pick up a fast pace in and out of you.
Heâs got his lip between his teeth in concentration, the veins in his neck and arms sticking out with the force heâs using to hold you against him while he pounds into you. You let your mouth fall open while you close your eyes, the feeling already so good you canât speak. You grip the sheets tightly in your hands, doing what you can to stay close to him despite the force of his hips continuously pushing you away. You can feel your tits moving with his motions, and youâre sure if you were to open your eyes, thatâs where his gaze would be locked. Even before youâd fucked thatâs where youâd catch him looking if he thought you werenât paying attention.
âSuch a nice pussy, shit,â he moans.
A whimper comes from the back of your throat and you open your eyes when you feel his lips against your leg. At first his touch is soft there, light kisses despite the hard and fast movements of his hips. But soon heâs nipping at your skin, almost like heâs using you as a way to quiet himself.
Thatâs not what you want, though. You want him moaning, whimpering, saying your name. So you do the one thing you know will get to him.
You clench your walls tightly around him, and it instantly changes the game for both of you. As you continuously clench and release, you can feel him press tighter against your walls. The pressure on your g-spot causes pleasure to shoot from your core to your whole body, and you moan loudly as his hips stutter.
âY/N - fuck - keep doing that,â he practically begs, leaning further over you and bending you in ways you didnât even think possible. Youâre sure youâll feel it tomorrow, but you donât even care. Especially not when your name sounds that good when heâs moaning it.
So you listen to him, and soon you can feel the sweat gather along your hairline as your orgasm slowly creeps through your body. It feels good having him on top of you, gripping you, so deep inside of you.
Heâs panting above you, and you can see how far gone he is, too. So you decide to act before you think, forcing your fingers under his that are gripping your thighs, making him hold your hands. His eyes meet yours to make sure you knew what you were doing, but he never fought you. If anything, he started grinding his hips into your more, making sure to reach any spot that went untouched.
He lets go of one of your hands, causing you to pout for a moment. But your lips are quickly turning into an o as you feel his thumb rub your clit.
âShit, Gray,â you whine, digging your nails into his palms.
He grunts, and youâre pretty sure his lip will be bleeding once he finally releases it.
Before you can get too concerned with it, however, you feel your orgasm quickly coming from the pleasure coursing through your veins.
âIâm gonna cum,â you warn him, and it comes out much breathier than you intended.
âI got you, let go baby,â he huffs out.
Baby. Suddenly you had a new favorite to hearing your name from his lips.
And thatâs what pushes you over the edge, your back arching as you finally fall over the edge, pleasure taking over your entire body as you moan out over and over again how good you feel to him. Youâre not even sure what youâre saying and if it makes sense but you donât care. You feel too good to care.
You can feel him finishing in the condom once you feel a bit more connected to reality, his grip on your hand almost painful as he pushes his hips into you one final time before resting there and halting all his movements.
You try to regulate your breathing as he comes down from his own high, his eyes closed. You take the time to admire him, watching his bulging arms and defined chest continue to tense with the pleasure heâs trying to recover from.
Once he opens his eyes, he moves to stand up completely again. He lets go of your hand, and you canât ignore the slight pang of sadness that shoots through you when you feel the coldness of the air against your palm.
He throws the condom out in the trash next to your bed before looking down at you. You stay in silence for a minute, both of you unsure what to do now.
âI should probably go, right?â He asks, and youâre not sure if itâs your post orgasm glow or the sadness you feel at the idea of him leaving that makes you think heâs almost asking just to make sure he can stay. But youâre sure thatâs not what he means.
âYeah, probably,â you mumble as he leans over to pull his pants up. Once heâs done that and begins to put his shirt back on, you sit up to watch him move around the room.
Only when he grabs his phone and keys does he look at you again.
âNice fucking you,â he says, nodding his chin as a way of saying goodbye before leaving your room.
Exactly what you thought, just a nice fuck.
***
You were sure if you got hit by an 18 wheeler youâd probably feel and look better than you did right now.
Seeing your family was never easy, and on top of the exhaustion of avoiding Grayson like the plague? You were done.
It had been six weeks since youâd last seen him, heard his voice, said anything mean about him. Because you havenât even had the opportunity.
After the last time you fucked, neither of you reached out. You continued to avoid seeing him, and him you, because what were you gonna say? Suddenly I donât hate you, I definitely like you, I wanted you to stay, and I wanted to spend time with you? Absolutely not. Not when you were so sure heâd laugh in your face and make your life miserable every time you were forced to be in a room together.
So you went a full 6 weeks without Grayson Dolan.
The first two weeks were okay, because youâd done that many times. Two weeks without him was easy, manageable. But at the beginning of week 3 when you heard Ethan telling Kacey how Grayson refused to come around when he knew youâd be there? Thatâs when you felt yourself break.
You didnât even try and hide it from Kacey this time, letting her hold you when you cried. Which was a lot, because apparently pushing your feelings to the pits of hell for this long made shit a lot harder when they finally resurfaced. The last three weeks were spent in self pity parties, ice cream, movies and wine. And tears. Lots of tears.
It was safe to say you were not doing too hot, and your family never helped. So you left your parentsâ house early, and were looking forward to spending the night with Kacey chilling out and not having to worry about anyone else in your life. The long trip back to your cozy apartment didnât help, either. It gave you too much time to overthink the things that constantly seemed to take over your mind, so by the time you were opening your door there were tears filling your eyes and you could feel your lower lip begin to quiver.
âSurprise Kace! My dadâs still a fucking piece of shit, so I came home a day early,â you meakly call through the apartment, taking your shoes off as youâre met with silence besides the TV.
âK? Can we get McDonalds? Itâll help me-â
Your bag falls out of your hand as four pairs of eyes meet your hunched over, weak figure when you turn around on the hunt for your roommate. Kacey was cuddled to Ethan on the couch, and Ryan and Grayson sat on the floor by the coffee table that had half empty chinese food containers spread across it.
âOh.â
âHun what happened? Are you okay?â Kacey stands as she talks to you, her eyes softening and you do everything you can to keep your gaze locked on her. You can feel Graysonâs eyes burning into your face, and itâs only making you want to cry more.
âItâs fine, Iâm fine,â you lie, your voice cracking as you do your best to put a small smile on your face. They can all clearly see through it, but youâre grateful none of them push it.
âYou want some chinese?â Kacey offers once she finally meets you, putting her hands on your arms almost to steady you even though you werenât swaying.
You look over her shoulder and to the food on the table and for a second your eyes meet Graysonâs. They looked sad, sad for you. And thatâs the last thing you wanted.
You look back at Kacey, shaking your head. âIâm good. Gonna shower anyways.â
You move away from her, grabbing your bag and walking down the hallway. You donât even bother dropping anything in your room first, heading to the bathroom and shutting the door. Itâs moments like this where you wish you and Kacey had gone a little nicer on your apartment, because your broken bathroom lock is staring at you right in the face as you pray everyone respects your privacy.
You turn on the shower to let it heat up, but the minute you see yourself in the mirror, the tears begin to fall. You just hoped the sound of the water drowned out your quiet sobs as you gripped the counter to try and keep yourself steady.
âIs she gonna be okay?â Ethan asks as Kacey comes to sit back down with a frown on her lips.
She nods, sighing. âYeah, she just hates talking about that stuff with anyone. Hell, I barely know anything, just that she had it kind of rough growing up and sheâs still pretty fucked up for it. She usually needs a few days to recuperate from a good visit to her family, so Iâm surprised she was able to get through the living room without crying.â
The three guys take in the new information in silence, Ethan wrapping his arm around Kacey to keep her close to him.
Grayson stands, wiping his hands on his shorts. Ethan raises a brow at him in question, while Kacey and Ryan simply watch his movements.
âI have to pee.â
âWe only have one bathroom, Gray,â Kacey reminds him.
âI know.â
He turns and walks to the hallway you disappeared down just a few minutes before.
âGrayson,â Kacey calls to him, making him turn to look at her.
She gives him a do you have any idea what youâre doing? look.
His lips tighten as he gives her a curt nod before turning back and walking up to the bathroom door. He knocks gently, putting his ear close to the wood to try and hear you behind it.
The sound makes you jump as you sniffle and quickly wipe your nose. âKacey, listen. I know youâre worried, but I really just need a shower first.â
Your voice is thick, and itâs obvious to Grayson that youâd been crying. It breaks his heart a bit, as confusing as it is for him. Is that what you sounded like if he had made you cry?
âItâs me.â
The second you hear his voice your whole body tenses as you lift your head to look at yourself in the mirror again. Your eyes are red and puffy, your nose irritated and your lips swollen. You somehow looked ten times worse than when you first walked in the door, and you had little interest in letting Grayson in.
âY/N.â
You sigh, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back down. âWhat?â
âI gotta pee.â
You scoff, and the familiar anger you hadnât felt for almost 6 weeks weeks boils right back up in you. You hate to admit it, but it felt good to feel something normal, something other than sadness even if itâs just for a moment.
You swing the door open standing almost chest to chest with the man who has haunted you for way too long now.
âIâm going to take a fucking shower first. Then you can pee.â You sound way less angry than normal, much less of a bite to your words.
His face is soft as he takes in your appearance, his body blocking you into the bathroom without an escape.
âItâs an emergency.â
Itâs clearly not, and by the tone of his voice youâre not even sure he has to pee at all. Heâs casual, calm even, besides the worry on his face.
You groan and sniffle, rolling your eyes before turning and walking farther into the room. âCan you at least let me get in first?â
He steps into the tiny room with you, closing the door behind him. âSure.â
âWithout you in here.â
He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. âIâve already seen it all. Get in the shower so I can pee.â
âTurn around,â you whine, and he can tell your patience is running thin. Youâre grateful he doesnât push you farther, his body turning so his back is to you. Youâre quick to strip yourself of your clothes, opening the curtain and stepping in.
âI canât believe you couldnât wait ten minutes to fucking pee,â you complain, grabbing your shampoo.
You hear Grayson move around outside the shower.
âIf youâre gonna complain about me at least do it to my face so Iâm not talking to a damn curtain like an idiot.â
You pull the curtain back so that your head can pop out to see he is sat on the now closed toilet seat.
âFucking dick, didnât even need to take a piss. Why do you have this incessant need to bother me all the time?â You throw the curtain back into place, beginning to wash your hair as you do your best to control your breathing. You can feel the tears that still threaten to spill start to well up in your eyes, but youâll be damned if youâre caught crying by Grayson Dolan.
âYou make it fun,â he chuckles out.
You bite your lip, pausing your movements to prevent any tears from falling. Youâre unsuccessful, feeling a few fall down your cheeks before you can stop them, but the water washes them away quickly. You take some deep breaths, washing the shampoo from your hair to try and calm down a bit. You didnât like how your anger at Grayson was making you sad now, too.
âY/N?â He taps on the curtain, causing you to jump and gasp. Your hand comes to your chest to cover your heart that was already beating fast.
âWhat?â You snap.
âI went 6 weeks without talking to you, Iâm not leaving until you fucking say something back.â
You huff, and honestly consider sitting on the floor because of your lack of energy. âWhat do you want me to fucking say, Grayson?â
âI donât know,â he sighs, and you can hear him get up and pace. âThat you hate me, that you think Iâm annoying and rude and narcissistic and that Iâm dense or whatever the fuck you feel like I am today! Just fucking call me something, say something.â
âWell, I donât have the energy to fight your dumbass right now, so either pee or leave.â
Grayson smiles to himself at the name you still managed to throw in there, but it quickly falls when he hears a tiny sniffle from you.
You donât hear anything from him for a minute, and you begin to assume that he had managed to sneak out without you knowing.
So you condition your hair, letting the tears roll down your face again as your ears begin to ring from how overwhelming everything has been the past day, weekend, months. You can barely keep your surroundings clear in your mind with everything racing through it.
Which is why when the curtain is suddenly being thrown back and a naked Grayson is stepping in the shower with you, you almost scream bloody murder before he covers your mouth and grabs your hip to keep you from stumbling backwards.
You relax at his touch, realizing youâre not going to get murdered (watching Criminal Minds was probably not the best idea when youâre so high stress at the moment). He removes his hand and you frown immediately.
âWhy the hell are you in my shower with me?â
âBecause you wonât talk!â At this point you can see how distressed he is, the wrinkles around his eyes more pronounced than normal and his bags darker than normal. Itâs really the first time youâve had to consider how much you guys not talking could have weighed on him. You assumed he would find a new girl and move on, while you made Kacey practically babysit you. It never crossed your mind that he would have felt even similarly to you.
âI have nothing to say to you.â
You can see how your words cut deep instantly, and you regret saying them. Especially because itâs not true, youâre finding yourself wanting nothing more than for him to stay right now and talk to you. To comfort you.
âSo then tell me what happened six weeks ago that changed shit. Or tell me what happened with your dad. Or just fucking tell me something,â he pleads weakly.
You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him flush against your wet body. You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes while one of his large hands caresses your back, the other coming up to stroke your hair.
You guys stand like that for a while, your sense of time totally thrown off. It could have been two minutes or two hours, you didn't know. But he stayed there holding you, keeping you close to him.
âI really wanna tell you about my dad, but I canât right now,â you mumble out.
His muscles tense for a moment at the sound of your scratchy voice before he continues to rub your back.
âYou donât have to. Are you physically okay?â You nod, your cheek rubbing against his now wet chest. âYeah. Itâs just really hard to say out loud, and I need to process it before I tell someone.â
âThatâs okay.â He leans down to leave a few gentle kisses along your hairline.
âBut know that when I do tell you itâll make more sense why I hated you. And why itâs hard for me to trust you. And why I avoided you for so long. Itâs not an excuse, but know I donât like being this way.â
He tightens his arms around you, resting his cheek on top of your head. âI donât think I was very helpful to the cause, either.â
You chuckle, cuddling further into him. âI should probably finish showering.â
He lets go of you with that, holding you by your shoulders instead. âWant help?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âNo, I know how to wash my own body. Plus, you donât get to touch my tits yet.â
He pouts, letting his gaze fall to them. âWhy not?â
âBecause Iâm still mad at you for lying about having to pee.â You put your hands on his chest, nudging him backwards a bit.
âHey - hey, wait a second.â He grabs your wrists to stop your movements, pulling you back to him easily.
You both have stupid grins on your face, unable to contain the new feelings rushing through the both of you. Well, not new. But you were allowing yourself to finally feel them without covering them with anger.
He leans in closer to you, finally letting his lips touch yours for what feels like the first time. Yes, youâve kissed before, and it was electric every time. But this? This was a whole new level.
His lips were soft and meaningful against yours, his movements well thought out as he did his best to portray everything he couldnât verbally with the way his lips fit so perfectly with yours. You felt butterflies in your stomach from how slow and sensual he was being, and you felt like you could melt right into him because of it.
Once he was satisfied, he grabbed the back of your head to keep you steady while he pecked a few quick kisses against your lips, making you smile against him. He only pulled away when you were both giggling.
âI guess Iâll leave you to finish your shower, then.â
You bit your lip, nodding your head. âYeah. But can you do two things for me?â
He smiles and nods eagerly.
You giggle, putting a hand on his hip to start guiding him out of the shower. âCan you kick everyone out? And then sit on the toilet to keep me company?â
He smirks, stepping out of the tub. âWhat if I actually have to pee now?â
âSo then fucking pee but donât flush. Iâm more concerned with getting everyone out.â
âNot gonna be able to contain how loud youâll be when you finally let me touch you?â
âOh my god,â you roll your eyes. âYou make it so hard to not wanna make fun of everything you say.â
âHey, Iâd rather you make fun of me every day than not talk to me at all,â he admits, his tone still joking but you can tell heâs serious.
You feel your cheeks blush as your chest swells, so you close the curtain to continue showering. âGet everyone out, you cocky, horny, dickhead.â
He laughs, grabbing a towel from the rack hanging next to him. âThere she is,â he mumbles to himself, but you hear and feel your blush deepen further.
He walks to the door and opens it, walking the few feet it takes to reach where everyone was still anxiously waiting.
âEverythingâs under control here. You guys gotta head out, though.â
Kacey looks at him in shock, taking in his almost naked, completely wet body as she pieces everything together with a look of confusion on her face.
âDo you have a fucking UTI or some shit?â Ethan laughs while his eyes are still on his phone before he also looks up at him, his phone falling out of his hands and into his lap. âDude what the fuck?â
âI think we should go,â Ryan chimes in, standing up and clearing the containers from the coffee table.
âGrayson, whatâs happening?â Kacey stands, concern still written all over her face. She walks up to him quickly, pointing a finger at him. âDid you take advantage of her? Grayson, sheâs hurt! What the-â
Grayson easily grabs the hand that her pointed finger is attached to as he rolls his eyes. âNo, Kacey. I talked to her. Comforted her, made her feel better.â Kacey raises her eyebrows at the last comment which makes Grayson groan. âNot like that. Made her heart feel better. Iâll tell her to text you when sheâs feeling up to it for you to come home for her to explain, but please leave. She asked me to get you guys out.â
Her face softens at that as she looks over his shoulder at the open bathroom door.
âY/N!â She calls loud enough for you to hear over the running water.
âYeah?â Your voice is muffled but she can hear youâre less emotional than when you walked in the door. This makes her relax a bit.
âYou want us out?â
âYes please!â
That seems to satisfy her, as she backs away from Grayson slowly. âI canât believe it,â she mumbles under her breath, shaking her head as she grabs her phone.
âBro what is going on?â Ethan stands, looking at his brother for answers.
âPlease,â Grayson practically begs. âPlease leave and we can talk about it all later.â
âYeah something tells me we donât want to be around for when Y/N gets out of the shower,â Ryan adds as he gets his own stuff ready to go.
âWhy are you so chill right now?â Ethan asks him.
Ryan shrugs, looking to Grayson for a moment.
âYou got this?â Grayson asks.
Ryan nods, and Grayson turns quickly to make it back to the bathroom, back to you.
When the door shuts both Kacey and Ethan look directly at Ryan.
âDid you know about this? What the fuck is happening?â Ethan asks him as Ryan ushers them both to the front door.
âItâs not my place to tell you guys. But we definitely want to leave them alone.â
The two both continue to pester Ryan while they leave, and Grayson lets out a sigh of relief once he hears quiet outside from his place on the toilet.
âTheyâre gone,â he mumbles, rubbing his hands on the towel still wrapped around his waist.
âHmm, suddenly I think I need a two hour shower.â
He groans, leaning back and hissing at the cold porcelain against his skin. âIâll get back in with you.â
âYouâre not invited,â you laugh, and Grayson laughs with you.
Youâre quick to finish washing your body, itching to be out there with Grayson again. He sits there in a daze, replaying the sound of your laugh in his head on repeat and wondering how he went so long without it. And how much he regrets not being the source of it more often.
When you shut the water off, Grayson sits up giddily as he waits for you to finally get out. Somehow your time away from him now feels longer than the six weeks prior.
Your reach for your towel, lazily drying off because something told you there wouldnât be many clothes in your near future. When you step out, towel held up to your front, Grayson is watching you with nothing but admiration on his face.
âWhat?â
He shakes his head, his smile so wide his cheeks hurt but he didnât care. âNothing. Just missed you.â
You giggle, going to straddle his thighs and sit on his lap, your towel barely covering you still. He grabs the back of your bare upper thighs to keep you steady as your free hand rests on his shoulder.
âYou were literally sitting out here for, like, two minutes alone while I finished showering.â
He shakes his head chuckling, his gaze falling from your face to where you held the towel against your body as a rare feeling took over: shyness. Itâs hard to make Grayson Dolan shy, to make him blush, but youâve managed to do it.
âI meant the month and a half we didnât see each other, but then too.â He shrugs as his thoughts run a mile a minute. âFuck.â He laughs louder as he finally lets his eyes meet yours again.
âWhat now?â
âIâm feeling all...soft and shit. I donât know. Iâm not used to it.â
âWow, Iâm amazing. The girl to make the asshole who is Grayson Dolan soft for five minutes.â
âYeah, letâs go with just five minutes,â he grunts as he stands, keeping his strong hold around you to keep you in his arms.
You laugh, pulling your chest against his as you wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady in his grip.
âOh, and for the record,â you say while playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck as he does his best to maneuver to your room while looking at you. âI missed you too.â
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i was with the dolan twins during their sister squad era.. i with i could go back and stop myself so badly đ BUT an ode album is SO PRETTY but the packaging .. đ i swear seventeen albums are the prettiest ESPECIALLY an ode đ€ i have the eternity album with the diary packaging and i swear itâs so cute and easy to store
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weâre literally the same person omg đđ i thought they were cute after watching a sister squad video and subscribed but to this day i wanna know what went down between them.. an ode has literally my FAVE concepts ever but the packaging đ AND RIGHT OMG âïž everyone hated on the fts packaging but it was honestly not that bad đ my fave packaging/design for any album overall though has to be the new jeans ones though omg BIGHIT TAKE NOTES!!!
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if u can pls could u write a concept abt looking after gray after his sinus surgery đ„șđ„șđ„ș like him being whiney in pain and just overall cute!! u donât have to if u donât want to ofc :)
Iâm not sure if itâs a kink or just a way I instinctively show love or an obvious manifestation of the only way I feel valuable to someone but I love taking care of people when theyâre sick or whatever, especially my manđ„ș like be a whiney lil baby shits annoying but also cute
It starts when they wheel him into the waiting room of the outpatient surgical center. You frown at him when you catch his eyes, which are swollen and red above his even more swollen and red nose. His bandages are already stained the tiniest bit pink, and you hope you can remember exactly how the nurse told you to change them by the time you get home.
âBaby,â you pout, reach out to caress his cheek gently. Grayson leans his head into your hand slightly, his eyes drooping sleepily as the cocktail of pain meds, leftover anesthesia, and the pain itself courses through his body. âYou okay?â
He just groans a bit and sighs when your fingers push up to scratch at his hair. Itâs messy and sticking up at odd angles, no doubt from whatever devices they had on him during surgery.
You give him a little smile behind your mask; you canât deny he looks kind of pathetic, but it only makes him that much more endearing.
You fill out the discharge papers the nurse hands you, make Grayson open his eyes enough to sign them, then head out the automatic doors with your 200 pound baby in tow.
âBaby they hurt me,â he whines as the two of you pull out of the parking lot.
You bite your lip so he canât see your grin, even though his eyes are closed anyway. It makes you ache a little to know heâs in that much pain, but itâs also low key funny. And heâs still Grayson with his pullover unzipped, showing off his chain and that flash of bare skin and chest hair.
You squeeze his hand where heâs got them interlaced tightly on his lap. âIt was to make you feel better, babe, remember? Weâll get your meds filled, Iâll order some pho... sound good?â
Grayson makes an agreeable hum, or what you think is such, and leans his head back against the headrest. âYou da besssttt.â
âOh god.â
Once youâre home, Ethan helps guide his brother in the house with Graysonâs arm slung over his shoulder while you make a pillow tower on his bed. He has to stay propped up for a few days so that all the blood and surgery stuff doesnât drain inside instead of out. A stomach sleeper through and through, Grayson isnât happy when you and Ethan settle him in bed and heâs forced to stay sitting almost upright, but heâs too tired to put up much of a fight. Especially when you sidle up next to him and rub comforting circles up and down his chest and belly until heâs relaxed enough to knock back out.
While he rests, you head back out just long enough to grab his painkillers from the pharmacy and to pick up the pho you promised earlier.
The rest of the day after is spent lounging in bed with him as he slowly comes back to his right mind. Heâs reluctant for you to leave his side in the one or two attempts youâve made to leave him be for a bit, but youâre hardly complaining. With a couple of wakeheart candles lit, you cuddle up to him while watching movies, feed him bits of tofu from your chopsticks, sit behind him with him between your legs and give him all the back scratches he could ever want.
Eventually, you drag him out of bed and into the shower, where you sit him on the bench and wash his hair for him. Let him run his hands up and down your body lazily, appreciatively. He obviously doesnât have the capacity to do more, but the simple feel of his hands on your hips and waist and ass is nice for the both of you.
âYâknow,â he says once youâve settled back into bed, feeling refreshed and sleepy. He yawns widely and slides down his pillows as far as he can, until he meets your discerning look and grins as best he can beneath his fresh set of bandages you had applied after the shower. âI wasnât kidding in the car.â
You raise a brow. âWhat are you talking about?â
His eyelids are already drooping, cutting off your view of the pretty hazel. He smacks his lips in that adorable way he does when heâs truly exhausted and sighs. âYou really are da best. Da bestest, actually.â
You throw your head back with a giggle and lean over to kiss his cheek. âI think the drugs must be kicking in again.â
âMaybe,â he hums, puckering his lips blindly, as his eyes are now shut and refusing to open for anything. âNight. Love you.â
Your chest warms, but you roll your eyes playfully and oblige him with a soft peck to his mouth. âLove you too, babe.â
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I was wondering if you could do something cuddly with Grayson? Maybe youâre out together and he just holds on to you, just feeling v touch starved.
grayson dolan x reader
(kinda basing this off the possibility the boys moved back to Jersey)
You stood in the middle of the aisle looking at the option in front of you and feeling like you couldn't make a decision. Who thought trying to find a closet system in Ikea would be so hard? You huffed and looked around before focusing back on what was in front of you. When you agreed to move to Jersey with Grayson, you didn't really think of all the work that was gonna go into making a new house feel like home.
"Baby," a voice sounded from the end of the aisle and you looked to see your boyfriend walking towards you, a pout on his lips.
His black hoodie was pulled up over his head as he walked towards you. The moment you were within reach, Grayson pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around you - making sure you weren't able to slip away from him again. He nuzzled his face into your neck, bending his tall frame slightly down to yours.
"I looked up and you were gone, can't slip away from me like that."
"I'm sorry. You and Ethan kept going on and on about knobs and cabinets, I thought I'd tackle the closet." You spoke turning towards him more and pressing your hand against his cheek.
"Sorry, know this can be boring." He sighed.
"I'm not bored."
Grayson stood there and listened to you as you talked about the different kinds of systems, not leaving from the position that he was in. His hand moved beneath the hoodie you were wearing so that his hand pressed against your skin. You sank into him more feeling the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
"We can get whatever one you want." Grayson sighed. "All I'm wanting is to get back home, strip down and get into bed with you."
You smiled, "We can do that baby. Don't worry."
You turned around in his arms before wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing up on your toes so you could kiss him. Grayson's hands moved along your sides before his hand spanned along your back. Your lips moved against his before slowly pulling away.
"You're very touchy and needy today," You spoke, the two of you walking away to head back and look for Ethan.
"Just don't like it when you're away," Grayson pouted.
"I'm not complaining about it." You spoke.
The rest of the shopping trip with Ethan continued like that. Whenever you moved, Grayson seemed to move with you. Some part of him was always touching you, pulling you closer, making sure you were near. And once everything was done and you'd picked out a few things, you all headed back to Lisa's. The exhaustion of the trip hit you hard as you walked through the door. Grayson pulled up into his room - this time the two of you getting the bedroom since Kristina was back in Australia. Leaving Ethan in the laundry room bedroom.
The two of you stripped off the clothes you'd been wearing only your underwear before slipping beneath the covers. You wrapped into each other arms before soon the need for sleep became too much. Grayson made sure to keep his hands on you need to feel your touch as you slept.
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