warmdolans

[warmdolans]

motion sickness G.D

chapter 3.

in which julie realises she��s only with gray because of their kids.

chapter 1 is here and chapter 2 is here <3

angst, swearing, cheating. feedback is welcome as always !!

TW: some of the stuff mentioned in this series might trigger some people. please don’t read if you get triggered easily!

Julie and grayson sat in silence. The only noise that could be heard was the light chatter of the tv in the background. It was probably some shitty hallmark movie, julie had been dying to watch. Ever since gray met julie, she was weirdly obsessed with hallmark movies. He could understand the christmas ones - everyone watched those. But the normal ones? God he hated them with a passion, but she loved them. Julie watched at least three a week. Gray would make sure he wasn’t home when the time of the week rolled round. But sometimes he sat through them. back then he would kill for just a second of her attention.

“why is there divorce papers in my hand, julie?” grayson asked a lump forming in the back of his throat. He wasn’t expecting this so fast, so soon from her. grayson thought he had more time. He thought he’d be the one handing over the divorce papers, not julie.

Julie cleared her throat sipping on her tea. “because i want a divorce, just as bad as you do” julie stated sitting up straight putting her mug on the coffee table and looking straight at her husband. “i’m sick of the back and forth shit, gray. i’m sick of your lying to me. i’m sick of feeling like this, all the time. i just want out” julie hastily said, a hand going up to her curly hair.

“i know she wants out too.”

graysons head shot up. The guilt creeped back up on him again. it was the same overwhelming feeling of failure. grayson dolan was an utter failure. He knew that, his brother new that and now his wife did too. Grayson couldn’t lie. He would take back what happened with olivia, he really loves her. Like he used to love julie. But not having the option to come home to her, or help her with dinner, or took in the boys together anymore, broke him. grayson was selfish, always will be. He had two women who adored him, worshipped him even. A women who was successful, beautiful, smart. A woman who did everything for him, kind, an angel. But grayson ruined everything, every opportunity to make amends with the both of them.

“j-julie-“ grayson started, but couldn’t finish his sentence, even speaking her name, stung. it was like having bad food and the aftertaste staying there for hours, even after brushing your teeth 20 times.

Julie and grayson were best friends before lovers, parents, strangers. He missed those times, where they didn’t have to worry about the other woman. But that was graysons fault, and he’d happily live with the guilt for the rest of his life. he wanted it to way him down.

“i want you to promise me something, before we discuss this further” julie stated nervously, picking at her nails. a nervous tick she had been doing long before she met the twins, but it was something grayson always noticed - he used to place his hands on hers and bring them up to his lips. he couldn’t do that anymore, didn’t mean he didn’t think about it. would she even let him touch him, even on the back? on the cheek?

grayson nodded just wanting to wipe those tears from her beautiful face. stop crying because of me, he wanted to scream. he didn’t though, just kept quiet.

“please come home for a couple days. act like you love me, act like a father. and then after that we’ll sign the divorce papers and you can have an out. i’ll give you one.” julie sobbed placing a pillow on her chest, her arms wrapped around it. graysons eyes filled with tears at the thought of her thinking he’d want an out. especially with his boys.

“julie” he sighed wiping a hand down his face “of course i’ll be home. i’ll spend time with them, ok?” he said bringing his hand down to hers “i promise you, jules”

His hand on hers, startled julie. It felt nice, it felt nice to finally have him touch her, to see her for more than a mother and a house wife. Call her naive, but this feeling she felt was like the first time they met or kissed. Julie felt euphoric - and that’s why grayson dolan was so toxic and dangerous for julie.

He cheated on her. ignored her. forgot about his kids. called her names every other day - but if he was to kiss her right now, she’d forget about it all.

at the start, she realised that she was still here with him, because of the kids. But that was just simply not true, she still loved him with her whole heart, she’s young and naive and has never experienced proper love before.

Julie’s parents divorced, so she never really got to see what true love really was. She didn’t get to see the forehead kissed, dancing in the kitchen, food fights - you know, the stuff that you only see in movies. Or kissing in the rain, like the notebook. She wanted all of that, she just never knew what it felt like. So she settled for something that was so far from love. so far. the love grayson gave her just wanted enough anymore, actually julie thinks it never was.

julie looked down at their joined hands and back up at grayson again.

“you’re promises mean nothing to me” she said looking around the room “don’t promise me stuff, you won’t do. step up, gray. if you’re not doing it for the boys and me, please do it for yourself. you’re selfish anyways, so being a bit more won’t hurt” julie said coldly pushing up from the couch.

“and if you ever make my baby’s cry again, i’ll do more than divorce you”

it was silent once more and grayson was alone for the first time in a long time.

he looked around the room and looked at the photos. There was one of him and sebastian pretending to use the outside gym, got he was so tiny back then, grayson had to lift him up to the bars. Another picture was alexander laying on his chest. he remembers it so clearly, julie sitting beside him giggling when alexander drooled all over his chest. And then grayson saw her. Julie, his beautiful wife. she was on the beach, her hair going everywhere. He had got her to giggle by kissing all over her face. he hadn’t done that in a while, he thought.

his phone buzzed bringing him back to reality. it was a text from olivia, it made him smile.

“how’d it go? is she okay?”

Grayson then decided then and there, he would make it up to julie, to the boys and olivia. be there for all of them.

he could pick up the broken glass, and put it back together.

[warmdolans]

Motion sickness G.D

chapter 2.

in which julie realises she’s only with gray because of their kids.

chapter 1 is linked here !! angst, cheating, swearing! feedback is welcome <3

tw: TW: some of the stuff mentioned in this series might trigger some people. please don’t read if you get triggered easily!

the first time grayson slept with olivia, he felt immense guilt. This feeling that just stayed in his stomach for weeks. He felt sick everytime he looked at julie - even hearing her breathe next to him at night made him feel sick. Grayson had never felt so bad about himself in ages. He was throwing himself a pity party, and that alone nearly cost him his marriage. Grayson just wasn’t there. but with olivia he felt okay again, he felt alive, he felt young and loved. olivia was like his drug, he couldn’t get enough and he wouldn’t ever stop.

during those times, when grayson was out and about acting like he didn’t have two young boys at his home, julie feel in the comfort of ethan, graysons twin brother. ethan was just always there, always ready to bed the father the boys had lost.

“ethans not their dad, julie!” grayson yelled his face red, julie wiped a tear falling down her brown skin “he’s more of a father than you’ll ever be” she yelled right back, walking out of sitting room.

that had broke grayson. Every bit of guilt he felt vanished, almost instantly. He said he was off for a walk - but he went to fuck his business partner instead.

from then on he focussed on olivia, and his relationship with her. He forgot about parties, for example alexander second birthday. which really had julie wondering, where his priorities lied. Grayson always said the highlight of his day, his picking up sebastian from school and letting him pick out some junk food on a friday. they would head home and all as a family cuddle on the couch and watch a movie together. Gray hasn’t done that in a while, it’s just been julie, sometimes ethan. and most times, julie can’t stomach it. She feels physically sick, thinking of the times they used to have. How grayson is now doing all of that, with his his new girl. with her.

julie had known for a long time, he was with someone else - grayson was her bestfriend, before anything else. they went to high school together, after school activities, wrecked havoc in the town they both grew up in. Julie knew immediately when grayson started seeing someone else. He didn’t kiss her goodnight, didn’t pull her legs onto his lap, he didn’t offer to watch one of their comfort movies. She could smell the girls perfume, and see the hickies forming on his neck. Julie denied everything, call her naive, but in order to move on and be the best mother possible for her boys, she just had to deny, deny, deny.

“you’re getting a divorce”

julie sighed, tears still rolling down her face. “yeah. i guess” she mumbled looking down at her hands. ethan sighed bringing his hand up to her face. “you can all stay here, with me. it’s too big for one person anyways” he smiled kissing her forehead, in a friendly way. “i need to talk to him first, see where his heads at. i think we’re on the same page, at least i hope” julie grumbled the last part. If he was cheating, which she was complete sure he was, this would be an easy divorce. no mess. of course the kids will want to be around him, but she didn’t mind discussing that with grayson either.

“i just have a feeling it’s not going to go the way i see it in my head” julie sighed taking a sip from the wine - it was much needed, she decided. ethans eyes brown furrow in confusion “what do you mean?” he asked his hand resting on her knee. “i know he’s cheating on me, i know it. But i have feeling he’s going to fight me on this for a long time.” she confessed a finger going around the edge of the wine glass. “he’s selfish like that. i mean i tried to do couples councilling, could always throw that back at him” julie giggled to herself, remembering it. “fuck, that was bad wasn’t it?” ethan said giggling too.

julie nodded shaking her head, remembering probably one of the worst day of her life.

“i don’t even know why we’re here. our marriage is perfectly fine” grayson groaned to the therapist. julie just rolled her eyes settling into couch. “well you’re wife doesn’t seem to think so, so let’s have a chat” the therapist said sighing a little. Julie couldn’t help but feel bad for their therapist, mrs brown. She had better things to me doing - no matter how many times she encouraged julie to come, and told her this is what she does, she likes to help. julie still couldn’t bring herself to say the words “i need help. i am stuck. i need to leave” it was like something stopped her, like whenever she reached out for help, it was like someone had a gun against her head. marriage councilling was the best she was going to get - and mrs brown was glad she came along, for at least one session.

“i’m going to ask you a series of questions, and please answer them as honestly as you can. this is a safe place, whatever is said in here, stays in here” mrs brown said putting a leg over the other. julie picked at her skinny jeans, nervously. she missed her kids, she thought. does grayson miss them too? he hasn’t seen them in 3 days she thought. too busy apparently.

“julie, what are you thinking about right now?”

the question caught her off guard. she didn’t want to admit what she was thinking about - she could feel the guilt creep up on her, for the 100th time today. “i’m thinking about my kids” she halflied, smiling to herself. her two tanned, curly headed beautiful boys came to mind when she spoke. god, she just wanted a cuddle off of them both right now - it’s better than a whole bottle of wine and a raging headache, she thought.

mrs brown nodded “there’s more, go on” she pushed nodding her head and giving julie a reassuring smile.

“i was wondering if grayson missed them to. as much as i do. even though it’s only been an hour” she mumbled scared to look up at meet his eyes. grayson sighed wiping a hand down his face “of course i miss them. they’re my kids” he said his hands resting on his knees.

“you haven’t see them in three days”

“i’ve been busy” grayson grumbled, making you laugh out loud, mrs brown looked back to you raising an eyebrow. “going to parties and forgetting your son because you were hungover, is not busy. it’s utterly pathetic, grayson” you say crossing your arms over your chest.

grayson closed his eyes, not saying anything in response. your therapist threw a few other questions about, before calling it a day. “come back same time, thursday, i’ll have an exercise prepared for you then” she said smiling shaking both of your hands.

“god, you embarrass me something, julie. marriage councilling? fuck off” he nearly yelled in the parking lot, speed walking off of his car. grayson angrily pulled open his car door, and then slamming it shut. all julie did, was give him the middle finger and then sob in her car for half an hour.

“that was a mess and half” julie mumbled coming back to reality. ethan nodded in agreement “i’d never seen him so angry. probably because he knew you guys needed it. his pride got in the way.” ethan said not even feeling bad for his brother. He had lost respect for grayson way back, but he lost interest in whatever shit he was pulling, the first time julie broke down in front of him. julie was his sister, not by blood, but that didn’t matter to him. julie was his sister, and he’d do anything to keep her safe and away from bad.

he just didn’t think the bad would be his brother.

“mama”

there talk was interrupted by a soft voice, usually it was alexander wanting to stay and cuddle with his mama, but no, sebastian was here. and julie could tell he really needed a kiss and a cuddle.

“don’t cry mama, i’m here for you” sebastian said wiping his mother’s left over tears, and kissing both of her cheeks. that just made julie want to cry even more. “mama loves you so much, seb” she paused “wanna watch some, movies with uncle e and i?”she finished with a grin and sebastian nodded climbing onto his mother’s lap.

ethan couldn’t help but smile kissing sebastians head. Ethan turned on the movie his hand still on julie’s knee. she looked over at him, her head resting on sebastians.

“thank you, e” she whispered placing a hand on his. ethan shook his head smiling softly.

“anything for you, jules”

[warmdolans]

Motion sickness G.D

in which julie realises she’s only with gray because of their kids.

angst, cheating, swearing. feedback is welcome as always !! <3

TW: some of the stuff mentioned in this series might trigger some people. please don’t read if you get triggered easily!

“mama, wake up”

julie opens her eyes to be met with her youngest son, alexander, his curly hair every which way and his tanned skin flushed. his little hands rested on either side of his mother, his little butt on julie’s stomach. julie looked over to the side table, gray had built a couple years back. the clock read 7:00. at least she had a couple hours of extra sleep this time. “hi, baby” julie sighed running a hand through alexander’s hair. “where’s papa?” she asked referring to grayson, her husband. this was what the usual day looked like for julie and her boys. wake up at 6 or 7, ask where gray was, find out he’s still out doing who or god knows what or he’s left for work already.

“i did not see, papa, i haven’t seen papa in ages” alexander pouted bringing his head down to her mothers chest. “daddy’s, just very busy at the moment, has a lot of big boy work to do” she lied. lying was easier, for her and for everyone. the boys, alexander and sebastian are daddy’s boys all round. They’re utterly obsessed with him. sebastian is the first born, he turned 7 in december. he knows something is up, just can’t put his finger on what. and alexander. God, julie feels for her little baby. he only just turned 4, so he’s starting big school soon enough and he’s noticing how distant gray has got.

julie could live with being the bad guy. she really could - she’d do anything to keep her boys happy. having them smile and laugh is something she tries to see everyday. It’s getting a lot harder to lie to them both, they’re both becoming so smart.

“let’s get ready, we’re off to see uncle ethan today!” julie said sitting up excitedly. “yay!” alexander yelled running into his and sebastians shared room to tell him the news.

“fuck” julie mumbled to herself her head in her hands. she wished she could just stay in here and hide from the world. hide from her family and friends. hide from grayson. but she’s a grown woman, a mother most importantly. so she put on the mask and grinned as she put on her clothes for the day. “you look pretty mama” sebastian complimented making julie kiss his cheek “thank you, bebé” she said laughing as he tried to rub off her lipstick stain.

“now, who’s ready for some pancakes!”

it was 8:30 when grayson arrived home, it was saturday so he thought they would still be in bed. julie always insisted on having a couple more hours in bed on the weekend - something he used to love doing with his wife. now he likes to do that with her.

he was surprised to hear the laugh and giggles coming from the kitchen, he grinned walking into the kitchen him and ethan actually helped to renovate a couple years back. julie was and is still obsessed with the design of the kitchen. “papas home!” gray called out leaning against the wall separating the dining room and kitchen. “papa!” “daddy” the boys squealed at the same time dropping their forks and running to their dad.

julies smiled dropped, immediately knowing where he had been before hand. not at work. at hers.

“say hi to daddy and then get your shoes on” julie stated starting to wash, the boys kissed their dads cheek before racing eachother to shoe rack. grayson sighed dropping his keys on the white kitchen island. “where were you” julie asked putting away the dishes. grayson nervously bit at his lip quickly coming up with “just with ethan for a bit. had to confirm something” he lied wrapping an arm around julies waist, kissing her neck.

julie held back the tears and nodded. “the boys and i are going to head over soon. you wanna join?” she asked already knowing the answer. “uh no. got to edit and all. but you guys have a good time, yeah?” he said kissing her lips. he could invite her over, olivia, she was a little younger than julie. and he felt the spark with olivia, he really did. but he couldn’t break it off with julie and julie couldn’t break it off with grayson.

they had met young, 14 to be exact. and julie followed him everywhere, did everything he asked. had kids when she wanted to wait. moved to la when she wanted to stay in jersey. let him be a 21 year old, when she had to stay home and parent. she loved being a parent don’t get her wrong - it’s the most rewarding thing ever. but she got pregnant at 19, she didn’t have to time to party or go out with friends, because that’s what grayson was doing.

“make sure to clean up after yourself” julie mumbled throwing the tea towel on the island. “hmm?” grayson asked looking up from his phone. “have a good day, honey” she smiled grabbing her keys and leaving with the boys.

“mama, are you okay?” sebastian asked holding his mother’s hand. julie nodded grinning “daddy has a friend coming over. so we’re going to spend the night at uncle e’s house!” julie squealed making the boys giggle. “i can’t wait. uncle ethan is so cool, like papa” alexander grinned making julie sigh and nod “yeah, like papa”

while the family was gone, grayson and olivia were cuddling on the couch. the way he and julie do. she saw all of the family photos and the picture of julie. “she’s gorgeous” olivia said taking the picture down. she wondered why grayson would ever cheat on woman like her. beautiful, smart, kind, the best mother. He had told her countless times that they had lost the spark, but olivia still couldn’t help the guilt creeping up on her. gray and her had met at a work meeting and things escalated from there. bathroom sex, club sex, passionate sex. the list went on. then olivia learned he had a wife and kids. And she’s been trying to work up the courage to break it off. but she loves grayson a lot.

“you need to get a divorce grayson” olivia sighed putting the picture back on the shelf. “it isn’t the easy, love” grayson said trying to reason with her. “you have kids. young kids, gray. i can’t keep hurting her and them like this. i’m sorry” she said grabbing her coat and getting up to leave. grayson groaned standing up “fine. i’ll talk to her about it. please, just don’t leave” grayson said bringing his hand to her waist.

god, was she so in love with him. she’s would do anything for him. olivia nodded letting him kiss her forehead “come on, let’s go to bed”

ethan and julie sat together on the sofa, a glass of wine in their hands. they’d both just put the boys to bed, and really needs a glass of red wine after it. luckily ethan had a bottle ready to open. “you ok?” he asked placing a hand on her thigh. julie let out a sob in reply “i’m trying so hard, ethan. but i can’t keep pretending everything’s ok when they’re not” julie cried placing her wine on the coffee table.

“he’s cheating on me. he’s lying to me. he barely sees the kids. he’s overworking himself” julie sighed placing a hand on her chest “this is not the life i wanted.” julie revealed “kids and marriage was something i wanted, but not this young. and i love sebastian and alexander so much. but i just wished we slowed down” she cried “he won’t even look at me sometimes. and he says her name. her name, not mine” julie sobbed into ethans chest.

“he’s going to divorce me. and leave me. he did this to me. HE DID!” she yelled out the last part falling into ethans arm.

“you won’t ever be alone, jules. you have me. and the boys. and i think leaving grayson, is what you and the boys need. he’s toxic” ethan said rubbing her back. she nodded wiping her nose. “yeah. you’re right. i just love him so much, but i hate that he makes me feel this way” julie admitted, ethan just nodded listening and kissing her forehead every now and again.

ethan had been julies rock for the last two years. of course they were close beforehand - but grayson was her rock then. and they had all been a trio since high school. but recently she just needed someone, julie didn’t have any friends and her family lived back in jersey, so ethan was really the only one.

it started when grayson missed alexander’s birthday. then parent teacher meetings. then movie nights, family nights, dinners. ethan basically took over the father role. but somehow the boys still love grayson - that’s something you admire. you knew they weren’t naive, they were just too kind.

“i’m getting a divorce” julie said looking at ethan and he nodded wiping her tears.

“you’re getting a divorce”

[warmdolans]

“i wouldn’t wish covid on anyone” great! he’s not just anyone! he’s a white supremacist who condones nazis on national tv, orders us citizens to be brutalized in the streets, has hundreds of thousands of people dead from a virus that could’ve been contained, is a serial rapist, and is literally running conecentration camps where they’re using covid as an excuse to gas people and that’s just the tip of the iceberg

there’s a reason people celebrated when ronald reagan and margaret thatcher died and a reason no one feels bad for what happened to hitler. your performative well wishes are shit

[warmdolans]

would you ever do a blurb about teacher!grayson or ethan?

hi love<3

if any of this kind of sounds awkward or incomplete that’s bc it is lmao it’s actually a small scene of a fic i was planning to do but can’t rlly flesh out rn lol. but for context graysons a teacher, but not hers anymore, and she’s eighteen and he’s 23. also this is rlly short

The next few months are kind of a whirlwind for her and Grayson.

Does he love her? Not really, and he doesn’t think she loves him either, though there is definitely a great amount of lust between the two of them. He knows he loves fucking her silly in his apartment when she tells her parents she’s going to the library. He loves sneaking her into his classroom to make out and taste her since their free periods match up. Her blowing him in the English office sometimes doesn’t really suck, either. That much he knows, for sure.

They don’t just have sex, though. He might not claim to be head-over-heels in love with her, but he likes her, a lot. Sometimes their time spent together is just him making coffee for both of them in his kitchen and sitting at the dining table, talking.

She speaks so eloquently and intelligently that sometimes he forgets they even have an age difference. She talks about everything with such passion and has such a vision of justice and fairness that he knows she’s going somewhere in the future, and he loves to see her get riled up when she really cares about something. It makes his heart swell up in a way that confuses him.

But today is one of the days where her mouth isn’t just used for speaking, but for moaning and whimpering as she’s laid across the desk in his bedroom. He knows it’s probably not the most comfortable spot for her but it turns him on still to kiss her pussy on the hardwood and cause the papers he’s grading to fall to the floor when she rocks against his face and clings to the edge.

He loves how she tastes so much, making out with her lower lips before flicking and sucking on her clit. The sting of her pulling his hair encourages Grayson to go faster, harder, latch onto her with his mouth, more insistent on making her yelp. He starts fucking her hole with his tongue and moves one hand from her hip to press his thumb onto her clit and make tight, firm, slow circles on her sensitive bud.

She lets out a string of fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck and Grayson!s.

It’s not long before he takes himself out of his sweats and starts fucking her, hard, pinning her wrists above her head. He learned a while ago that she’s not as fragile as she looks, she can take him. So now, instead of being afraid of injuring her he can just let himself listen to how much she begs to be fucked until it hurts, beside herself with pleasure.

“Mr. Dolan,” she nearly cries, praying, making Grayson impossibly harder than he already was. He grunts and holds her wrists bruisingly tighter. She knows he loves being reminded of the depravity of their relationship when he’s in her pussy.

The sight of her tits bouncing with his quick thrusts is sickeningly enticing, so tempting that he leans forward to suck on a nipple and roll the other between his fingers. It’s such an erogenous area for her that he knows it always teeters between pleasure and pain, but he knows she loves it, and she squeals when he nibbles one playfully.

The moment he swiftly grabs both of her thighs to pull her hips flush against his and starts really going at her is when her moans and whimpers start to pick up and Grayson knows she’s close.

It’s when she goes completely silent for a few moments that he feels her come on his cock, her velvet walls squeezing him so perfectly, that he’s only able to hold on a to fuck her through it for so long until he fills her to the brim.

Sometimes, after, when her eyes get droopy and her face is blissed out, soft in a way that she usually doesn’t show, is when his stomach feels funny in a way that’s foreign but not entirely horrible. He’s often overwhelmed with the desire to lay her under his comforter and stroke her hair and feel all of the slopes and features of her face, and he usually indulges himself, too. There’s something in the back of his head, though, that tells him not to get too close, but he finds it increasingly easier to ignore it as their weeks together go by.

[warmdolans]

I can so see Graysons girl best friend in uni and he’s just ranting about his hookups not texting him back and she’s just like ‘Grayson you’re handsome find someone else if you’ll excuse me I have a thesis to write’

As much as you love Grayson Dolan-- and you’ll never admit to yourself just how deep your love goes, let alone him or anyone else-- there’s just certain moments in your life where you could do without him. 

Those, of course, are his favorite moments to decide to turn up. Like now, where he’s confident in your habit of leaving your dorm’s door unlocked after 3 pm on Thursdays since he’s got Sociology in the building next door. You just have to hear the violent way that the door bursts open, and hear that familiar huff from your asthmatic best friend who has no idea how to measure his strength, to know that any hope you had of outlining your paper for your honors thesis was out the window. 

And yet, you persevere. Sometimes, when he’s sleep-deprived enough, and the line at starbucks is too long, he just comes over to nap. And those days are easy. His big ass body just throwing himself on your bed, a mumbled out ‘hey’ and suddenly: he’s snoring. You wish for that now as you listen to his heavy footsteps, but it’s suddenly ruled out. 

Grayson pauses by the chair next to your desk-- Ethan calls it the witness stand, considering how much gets exposed by anyone who sits in it. Your backpack is currently engulfed in the soft plush of your blanket and the clothes you were wearing this morning for class before coming home to don your usual sweatpants. Without a word, Grayson moves everything to the floor and turns to plop down. You know you’re in for it when you glance up and see him turn the brim of his baseball cap to the back of his head. 

“Bro,” he finally says, tilting his phone towards you. You don’t even need to glance down. he’s got a new girl on there every other day, it seems like. “You know Jasmine, from stats? She gave me an asthma attack last night.” 

Up until this point, you were unamused. Any mental picture of the man you were secretly in love with in bed with another woman sent your blood boiling. But the mental picture of him wheezing and needing his inhaler mid-thrust is funny enough to have you breaking character. You look at him. He hasn’t shaved in a few days-- insisting on growing back his mustache from last December that apparently got him more ass than ever. He hasn’t gotten a haircut either, wisps of brown waves peeking out from under his hat. That dazzling smile that makes you melt, those big hazel eyes that look way more innocent than he actually is. He’s giving you this dopey smirk, his eyebrows thick and arched over his eyes, waiting for your laugh. You give it to him, shaking your head. “Gray-- how?” 

“Listen, I don’t say this often, but I think she might have been the best sex of my life. I’m rotating her right to the top.” 

“Shit, above Lizzie?” 

“Yo, fuck Lizzie, bro. She’s dating Omar now.” 

“Omar, the guy that introduced you guys at Drew’s party?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What the fuck-- does he know?” 

“I literally gave him a play by play. All his moves? Are my moves.” He rolls his eyes. “she was top tier, bro.” 

“if only you were willing to offer her as much stability and commitment as Omar,” you click your tongue, and he laughs, shaking his head. 

“Chill, chill,” he looks down at his phone, going serious for a second, and then groaning. “Jasmine’s busy tonight though. I think she’s ghosting me.” 

“Whatever shall you do?” you say, turning back to your computer. Grayson exhales, locking his phone and laying his head back against the chair, shimmying down until he’s at optimal comfort. You can feel his eyes on you, but choose to ignore it. You’ve been staring at the blank document of your paper’s outline for about five minutes. 

“Did you do something to your hair?” Grayson asks after a few minutes of silence. You glance at him, and then at the mirror on the wall by your desk. You’d retouched your roots last night, but it’s not something that most people really noticed. It’s not something Grayson ever noticed. 

Sitting up, you swivel around to face him, eyebrows cocked. “No.” 

He blinks innocent eyes at you, but his smile is up to no good. He holds his hands up. “What? You didn’t change your hair?” 

“Yes, I did. But I’m not doing whatever you’re trying to start. I have to get this paper done, and you’ve got a phone full of girls you can call.” 

He groans, dramatic, his knees swinging in front of him. He looks lazy, and cuddly, and giant, and cocky, and sexy. You shake your head. “Come on, the last time we did it was so good...” he smirks. “Probably better than Jasmine.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you lie, your cheeks burning. You recall very well just how good it was to fuck Grayson two weeks ago when his booty call didn’t pan out so you invited him over for a wine night. It was everything you’d ever expect from him, down to him getting dressed as soon as you were done. You thought about it nearly every second of every day, and how much you wouldn’t let it happen again, for the sake of your friendship. 

Your friendship that is now here: with Grayson horny, bored, and begging you for another go. 

“It’ll be quick. I’ll do that thing you like.” 

“I would like for you to exit my dorm and find someone else’s time to waste.” 

He frowns. “Why are you being like this?” 

“Grayson. You’re a handsome man. You’ve got plenty of people on this campus who want to fuck you. You don’t need to be this lazy, settling for me. Just go do you, so I can get my work done.” 

You pull him to his feet now. He’s heavy, but for the most part lets you push him out, slowly, his smile gone. He stops when you open the door, his eyes a lot softer. “You think I’m settling for you?” 

You look up at him. And for a moment, you almost fall for it. It’s hard not to, when he smells this good and looks even better and you already know he can use every asset he has. But you shake your head. “I’ll call you later. Bye.” 

You don't catch what he says when you close the door in his face, leaning against it with a heavy sigh, biting back the tears that catch you by surprise when they prick at your eyes. 

As much as you love Grayson Dolan, there’s just certain moments in your life where you could do without him. Like now, when you’re trying to concentrate on your work, but all you can think about is him, and how you’ll never truly have him. 

[warmdolans]

Have you done C98 for the angst prompt list yet? If not, could you please write something about it? I know it’ll be great!

BEFORE YOU READ THIS JUST KNOW THAT IT IS VERY SENSITIVE CONTENT. THERE ARE MENTIONS OF DEATH AND ILL ADMIT THAT I CRIED A LOT WHILE WRITING THIS.

When it all started you let yourself believe that it was just the newness of being alone and bumps in the night. But as the days passed and things got stranger...you knew what it was. It was him. Gone, but not gone.

There were several mornings where you’d wake up to the feeling of someone brushing your hair with the tips of their fingers. But when you opened your eyes the there was no one there and the feeling lingered only for a few seconds before it was gone again.

His things would appear out of nowhere. You’d be doing your laundry, throwing in your clothes and come across one of his shirts, one you couldn’t recall wearing. You’d find his razor sitting on the bathroom counter as if he’d just used it that morning. His favorite mug would be at the end of the counter where he’d always left it after it being used, never quite making it to the sink.

It was little things that made you wonder how they got there, but you always managed to push them to the back of your mind. It was you doing this, moving his things around subconsciously out of missing his presence. But you knew that wasn’t the case, it couldn’t be. He had passed on, to the “better place” your Mother always told you deceased relatives and pets went.

You were happy with believing that all the strange things that were happening during your first month without him was just your mind. It was your way of keeping yourself sane. After all, you’d spent the last 12 years by his side, being without him was strange and uncomfortable.

You did have Grayson though, his brother. He worried for you, knowing how painful it was for you to lose your person. Sure he and his brother were the best of friends but he had his wife, his support system. You were alone.

“Can I tell you something that’s probably going to sound insane?” He asks one day while visiting you for lunch.

“Shoot.” You smile, apron tied around your waist while you chopped onions for the soup you promised to make him. His wife had been working late nights at the hospital she was employed at so you liked to make them dinner, a way to cope with your loneliness.

“I still feel him.” He falters, feeling a little goofy. “I know that sounds weird but sometimes I’ll just be in my car and I feel like he’s in the passengers seat, listening to music with me.”

“That’s not weird at all...if I’m being honest I feel him too.” You sigh, staring at the counter. You weren’t sure if it was the onions making you tear up or the sinking realization that maybe the odd things you were experiencing weren’t just coincidences.

“Really?” He perks up, not feeling as alone anymore. He’d told his wife about it but she claimed to not have had those feelings.

“Yeah. I find his stuff around the house which I know isn’t unusual since he lived here for years but...it’s always things I know shouldn’t be there. Like for instance, his watch, the gold one I got him when we got married, it was on my nightstand this morning. I didn’t put it there. I had it in his watch box with the others.” The memory of that morning sent chills throughout you.

“I think Quinn is seeing him.” He admits, chewing on his bottom lip. Quinn was his youngest child, she was coming up on her first birthday. “Obviously she babbles but I’ve caught her several times talking to corners of the room with this huge smile on her face. I know it’s him, visiting her and making sure she’s okay.”

You stayed quiet, holding back your tears. He loved his nieces and nephews to death, always boasting about them and telling you how one day you would have one of your own. But your body just didn’t want to work like a woman’s should.

“Do you think he’s still around?”

“I don’t know...maybe? But maybe we just want him to be so we’re making these things up?”

He nodded slowly, watching you as you shook gently. You had been Ethans #1 since you met, the girl he instantly knew he’d be spending his life with, as short as it was.

“I miss him...” You croak hoarsely, dropping the knife to the counter.

Grayson was up within a few seconds, coming around the island and pulling you into your chest, allowing you to fully break down. It felt good to cry with someone else who felt like you did. Hurting alone had been exhausting.

“I miss him too...” Grayson whispers, closing his eyes tight to fight the tears in his own eyes.

The two of you stood like that until you pushed him away. “I need to cook.”

You could stand there all day mourning the loss of the man you loved, or you could move on with your life like he would want you to.

“Alright, I’m gonna use the restroom.” He excuses, giving himself a bit of privacy to calm down his emotions.

You took a second or two to compose yourself, turning back to the recipe you’d been reading from. But the book had flipped pages, and now was on his favorite meal, the one he always picked when he was feeling low. He swore it was a magic recipe that fixed everything.

“E...” You whisper in pain, gripping the counter and sinking to your knees. “Why are you even here anymore? Just leave.” You beg, pressing your forehead to the cabinet beneath the countertop.

You could feel him, his presence, the comforting feeling he always provided. He was with you, he’d never left, just like promised when he was in the hospital after the accident.

“I love you. And I miss you but you can’t stick around here and watch me suffer. I can’t heal when you’re so close to me but completely out of reach. I will never feel for someone like I did for you, you were truly my person Ethan Grant and if I could bring you back to me I would. I would do anything to see you smile or hear your annoying snore that kept me up at all hours...but I can’t have that. So you need to go. You need to let go of us, we’ll be okay...”

You continued to let your tears roll freely, his comforting feeling only growing stronger. And for a moment you could have sworn you felt his chest against your back, filling you with a lingering warmth.

Your lip quivered, taking it every moment of the wonderful feeling, knowing this would probably be the last time you’d get to enjoy it.

“I love you.” You whispered once more before the warmth slowly went away. The world around you felt darker now and cold, like the sun had left, the joy had left and you knew now that he was truly gone.

He was gone but you weren’t alone and not because Grayson was truly alone. But because the day after his funeral you found yourself crying your eyes out in your bathroom floor with a box of positive pregnancy tests.

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I might actually delete this later.

[warmdolans]

take it back

Y’all seem to love a friends w benefits trope and I was heavily inspired by this gif that I couldn’t reblog cuz I’d probably get flagged but it looks a lot like gray if you put your mind to it. Anyways, it’s 5 AM and I can’t go back to sleep, so this is just a little something I’m typing out in the dark.

warnings: smut, might make you feel some type of way if ur a lonely bitch like me

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There are certain rules you have to follow when you become someone’s fuckbuddy. Sometimes they’re unspoken, sometimes they’re laid out; either way, they exist, and the cardinal sin of breaking them can be worse than the act that makes those rules necessary in the first place.

It’s late — that’s well within the confines of the rules. You had hit him up a while ago, around midnight, unable to sleep and in desperate need of physical touch. A distraction from racing thoughts and an escape from the stress of the day.

The fact that it was Grayson you decided to hit up is where things maybe start to get dicey with the proverbial referee in the game of friends with benefits. Mostly because he’s becoming your one and only, the other boys on your hookup list fading from your mind when you’re faced with the opportunity to get some meaningless but satisfying sex. No one fucks you like he does, makes you cum like he does. Makes you feel like he does.

The two of you have a connection, but the dumb bitch in you is too prominent to let you consciously acknowledge it. You’re not interested in a relationship right now, no matter how good his dick is, or how warm your chest gets when you’re around him.

Or, even, how hard he makes you cum. Every time. Like earlier, after he had let himself in to your apartment, he had made the familiar trek down the dark hallway to your room, slipped into your bed, and immediately snuck his hand in your panties while he simultaneously greeted you with a warm, heavy kiss.

That was acceptable, because he was already well on his way to making you cream in your underwear; the relieved sigh you released against his lips and the overwhelming sense of comfort of having him in your bed was decidedly not. Fuckbuddies aren’t supposed to like having someone in their own beds beyond getting the job done that they came there to do.

Given the hour, you hadn’t expected him to remove his hand in favor of eating you out, but he had. Slipped your panties off and slid right down the bed until he was between your legs and his mouth blanketed your sex with expert dexterity. Your whimpers and moans were too soft and intimate as he slid a hand beneath his sweatshirt that you’re wearing, squeezing a breast and tugging on the nipple while his other kneaded the quivering muscles of your inner thigh. But he was watching you so intently, with so much care that it felt wrong to be any louder or more wanton — or worse, hold back any noises at all.

When you cum on his mouth with a cry of his name, Grayson licks you clean before standing off the bed to get naked. For a moment, you allow yourself the pleasure of admiring him as he does so in the ultra-dim light of the room coming from your bedside lamp, then work at getting your own top over your head. And just like that, it’s back to following the rules: undressing yourselves rather than one another.

Now, with your legs thrown over his broad shoulders, your hands clutching desperately at his bulging biceps as he flicks his hips into yours so perfectly, you’re back to feeling some type of way. You’re locked into the trance of his eyes, and he yours; the tip of his dick hits so deep you don’t even know where the two of you are separate beings anymore. If you could be one with this man forever, you would.

That deserves a yellow card, for sure, but it’s potentially passable as a heat of the moment, I’m-getting-that-good-d thought.

“So big,” you can’t help but praise breathlessly, reaching up and threading your fingers through the damp hair at the back of his head. He thrusts harder, but maintains that excruciatingly steady pace that has your eyes rolling back and your toes curling in the air. You moan gutturaly and focus your gaze back on his flushed face. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

Somewhere in another universe, your alter ego is throwing a red card for that violation.

It’s worth it, though, when his eyes blacken and he ducks down to kiss you roughly, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. You suck on it with another moan, which morphs into high-pitched gasps and whimpers with how his shift has changed the position. He’s even deeper now, his sweaty skin pressed against yours so everything is hotter, both physically and emotionally.

Grayson tucks his head by your ear, his rosy, swollen lips grazing the shell of it as he whispers to you with a maddeningly gentle, easy voice.

Low and raspy —“Pussy so tight. Dripping wet all over my cock just for me, huh? Who else gets you this fuckin wet, sweetheart?”

Uh oh. Now you’re both thrown out of the game.

Still, your pussy clenches around his dick at his words, and both of you groan loud in each other’s ears. “Just you, Gray,” you manage. He speeds up at your affirmation, and you tug hard on his hair while your other hand drags red tracks across his sculpted back. “Oh my... fuck, baby, please.”

He works for you, panting and gasping and grunting until he gets you there with just his dick and you’re seizing up all around him. Your pussy flutters madly, cumming so hard that it drives him over the edge himself before he can even think about pulling out. The warm spurts of his cum filling you up only serve to prolong your seemingly never-ending orgasm.

Grayson moans and lowers down to his elbows so he can cup your cheeks in his hands, drawing you to him for a deep, passionate kiss that both has your head in the clouds and grounds you suddenly. The waves coursing through your body are waning, and you have enough clarity to pull away from his lips with a small smile. He grins back, and follows your lead when you push back on his collarbone gently.

Your legs, sore and slightly crampy now that your mind isn’t so distracted, drop back to the bed with a satisfied sigh from your lips. You take a minute to gather yourself and Grayson catches his breath next to you. He takes your hand in his while the two of you stare at the ceiling together, before you leave him with a squeeze to his fingers to use the bathroom.

You re-enter the bedroom to find him partially dressed, sitting on the edge of your bed staring blankly at a pile of clean clothes you’ve yet to hang up in your closet. He’s got his shirt in one hand, his phone in the other, and he smiles at you when he notices you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, climbing back onto your bed and slipping under the sheets with a little smile. He’s close enough that you can reach over and tickle your nails against the smooth skin of his ribs.

He flinches and you giggle. His fingers capture yours and bring them to his lips, where he presses a sweet kiss to them. “Waiting for you.”

You hum, your breath catching in your throat in the next moment when he starts leaning down, his intention clear on his handsome face.

Despite yourself, you let him kiss you. It’s nice and soft and comforting and confusing.

He pulls back, staring at you with eyes that have gone that green-hazel that you love so much post-coitus. His thumb caresses your jaw, your still-flushed cheek, and he waits for you to respond.

“What was that?” you question, wrapping your petite hand around his forearm gently. You need something to hold on to, to keep you focused and in the moment.

Grayson hesitates. “I can’t give you a kiss goodbye?”

“You’re not supposed to.” You’re voice has dropped to a whisper without you even realizing it, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip to ground you even more. “Take it back.”

He just stares at you, and you try not to be affected by the hurt you see flash behind his pretty eyes. Try and fail, as his fingertips move from your neck to your lips, sweeping across them softly before pressing his fingers to his own mouth.

“There,” he says quietly, rising from the bed with a small, sad smile. “Undone.”

You watch him walk out of your room with no further conversation.

Sleep escapes you even more so than before you asked him to come over. And by the light of morning, you pick up your phone once again, coming to the conclusion that some rules are meant to be broken for the right person.

[warmdolans]

Kind Stranger| GBD

Word Count: 2.8k (teeny tiny) Trigger Warning: quarantine talk A/N: This is my first fic post ever! Please let me know what you think about this little teaser. Please please give me feedback about if I should keep going or if I can improve at all!!

The saltwater hit his tongue sharply. His body fell alongside his board in the water. While his feet met the ground again, he quickly scooped up the wayward board before it floated too far away. Arriving back on the shore, he dug the bottom of the board into the heavy, wet sand. He sat next to it, the tide kissing his feet and bare legs as it danced along the shore. He took a deep breath. He was at peace.

Grayson Dolan didn’t feel peace often: at least, not lately. The past two years had been one chaotic haze after another. Moving into a house in LA. Being on Fear Factor. Having his first stalker. Being there to watch his father pass. Starting a fragrance company. Erupting into a workaholic pattern of self-destruction to avoid dealing with the emotions of his father’s death. Announcing to his over 10million fans that he and Ethan had reached their last emotional string and needed to pursue a life that was happiest for them, including projects that pushed them as creators.

The creative projects were as scary and dizzying as they were exciting. He and Ethan traveled across the country in a custom van. They explored the Australian wilderness. They started a podcast with their friend, Ryan, to introduce the real, mature versions of themselves to the internet. Grayson had a small black notebook in his bottom left desk drawer with project ideas and timelines for the year.

But that notebook became pointless when the pandemic hit. He and Ethan were in the process of finding a new house after an incident with an unhealthily obsessed fan when the shelter in place orders hit. The first month was unstable; no one should have to move to a new house in the middle of a pandemic. But the craziness subsided eventually, Grayson and Ethan found a home to call their own for the first time in their lives. After living in close quarters during construction left them at each other’s throats, they found a rental in Malibu to live out the rest of their quarantine days. Periodically, the visited their mother in New Jersey.

Visiting New Jersey did not exactly follow the CDC guidelines. Grayson quelled the risk in his heart with the importance of his mother. If she wasn’t working and he and Ethan only ever saw each other, how dangerous could it really be? Besides, his mother needed him. After the death of his father, his mother was left alone in their house in rural New Jersey. She had nothing but the memories of buying the home, bringing home two twin baby boys, teaching her daughter how to ride a bike, and having tough conversations about her sons’ dreams… Yeah, she needed him. Grayson decided. Grayson still held guilt from not spending enough time with his mother after his father passed. He loved her more than anything, and in a deep place, a place so deep that he didn’t dare think on often, he would never forgive himself for not being there for her in the weeks following his father’s passing.

He thought of her often: like on this beach in Malibu. He thought of how she’d love to pull up a beach chair and enjoy a Mojito while soaking up the sun. The image almost made him chuckle. For a short second, he pictured Ethan and Cameron there with her. Cameron would pull up a beach chair next to their mother, blasting her latest musical obsession from a stereo. Ethan would try to surf, but eventually his more whimsical tendencies would give out and he’d try building the biggest sandcastle a 20-year-old man child could muster.

Grayson chuckled to himself, he buried his hands in the sand at his sides. He played with it in his palms, feeling the fine granules pass over his coarse skin. A thousand little diamonds slowly withering away at a firm and precise exterior. He was also reminded of his mother constantly telling him to exfoliate his callouses from building.

This was Grayson mid-pandemic. The mess of finding a house passed. The initial marvel of staying busy inside the house passed. Hell, even the wonder of cutting his home-grown mullet had passed. Now, he and Ethan traded turns being the more bored twin. Ethan had re-watched Stranger Things about 10 times by now. Grayson spent his days working out, following his regimented daily routine to soon reach a Planche Hold. Occasionally, one of them would reach a deeper state of boredom and go to bother the other twin. They would go to bed and rehearse the routine again the next day.

Unfortunately for Grayson, Ethan slept like the dead. His twin brother usually slept until 11:00 AM; the pandemic had pushed that to a firm 1:00PM. His brother’s sleeping beauty impression left Grayson with nearly half a day to himself. Grayson made a ritual out of going surfing. The beach was secluded enough to not require the precautionary thinking of masks and hygiene in a pandemic. It was just Grayson, his board, and the ocean. He spent his alone time thinking of the important people in his life. In some ways, this pandemic was almost a good thing for him. He spent last year moving too fast among emotions he was too immature to process on his own. This year the world forced him to move too slow in an attempt to let his mind and heart catch up to the rest of his life. His introspective moments on the sand and sea were his own to experience and process alone. Except today.

She looked down at him and smiled, “Good Morning”

His lips turned up softly, “Morning”

He watched as she walked away: a long, dark ponytail fluttering in the wind over a flowy, white sundress sundress with a small, leather purse hanging at her hip. Grayson leaned back on his palms when he noticed something. Her footprints weren’t even. In the sand, one foot was about two inches deeper than the other. He furrowed his brow, pondering it for a second before shaking his head. He dipped his hands in the water and wet his newly cropped haircut. He was seeing things, probably swallowing too much salt. He grabbed his board and headed up shore to his van.

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He wouldn’t have recognized her without the hair. The next day, he was paddling back to shore on his board when she walked by. He could make out her long, dark hair against the pale, sandy background. He squinted: not being able to tell if she was looking back at him. He smiled brightly and outwardly, just in case she could see him. His smile faded in a few seconds. what am I doing? He thought before padding back to shore to make his usually introspective campsite.

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The third day, he was firmly in deep thought about his next tattoo when she walked by. They made eye contact as they flashed each other warm, but polite, smiles. “Good Morning” “Good Morning”.

This secluded little beach not his own anymore. He shared it with a kind stranger. She was a silent reminder that the world continued to turn outside of his fast-paced, modern, social media based lifestyle. Okay he thought maybe I’m being a bit deep …but it’s nice to have someone else around I guess.  

Their routine played for two weeks. She would walk by Grayson, either as he was coming to land again or paddling his way back to shore. They exchanged greetings and smiles as they passed. By the time she turned around and walked back to her car again, Grayson was gone.  Sometimes she saw the imprint of him in the sand when he was gone and thought about him when he wasn’t there. For a few minutes, she would muse to herself about his name. Sterling? No too Disney. Lance? No too King Arthur. William? No too Royal Family.

Occasionally, Grayson would think back to her outside of his beach visits. Maybe he passed a girl with long, dark hair in the grocery store, or maybe he saw someone about her size on the other side of a parking lot, he would catch his breath quickly before realizing it wasn’t her. What would I even say? Are we friends? She probably doesn’t remember what I look like. Why do I care? That last one got him.

Why did he care? Sure, he thought, she was pretty. She seemed nice, well okay her Good Mornings sound nice…nicest he’d heard in a while considering the only other person who wished him a good morning was Ethan. Maybe that was just it, he was spending too much time by himself or with Ethan. Ethan and Grayson had been quarantined together for almost four months now. The only other people he had seen was his mother, sister, and friend Ryan. When you only speak to 4 other people face to face for four months, the girl on the beach was a contender for one of his closest friends. The thought settled well in his brain, rationalizing his anxieties about seeing her in public.

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About two weeks later, on a Tuesday morning, the sky was grey as the sun hid behind the clouds; the ocean water was unusually murky with dense foam. Grayson’s head must have been in the grey clouds because his usual surfing excursion left him tumbling around in the water more than usual. He started back for the shore earlier than usual, sensing that today was simply not his day. When the water reached his chest, Grayson started to walk upright in the water while dragging his board behind him. Not a few seconds later, he felt a sharp pain stab the outer edge of his left foot. “FUCK”, he swore out loud and gasped. The saltwater heightened the pain as he continued to trudge through the water.

He arrived on shore and noticed a jagged, long cut along the side of his right foot. The saltwater washed away the blood seeping through the wound: all that was left was a deep, slender slice taken out of the side of his foot. He tossed his board down, not bothering to dig it into the sand. He sat on the waters edge, trying to wash the sand out of the wound but wincing when the salt returned with its pointed sting. He groaned softly to himself.

I can’t walk back to the car like this, he thought to himself.

He threw his head back, frustrated with the situation. Frustrated with how he might have scratched his board on a rock from tossing it down. Frustrated from the deep wound spewing blood from his foot. Frustrated with his loneliness. Frustrated with the pandemic. Frustrated with his career. It all lead him here: sitting on a beach, more than half naked, with a bloody foot and a bruised ego. He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you okay?”

Grayson nearly jumped, not because she was mean or aggressive but because he was having his internal meltdown under the impression that he was alone. He forgot about his little beach friend. Her brow furrowed softly, oh shit I should say something. 

“Yeah, I uhh I just got cut up is all” Grayson waived his injured foot softly from where it lay.

She hesitated for a second, neither of them was wearing a mask. Surely Dr. Fauci would approve of her helping a lone stranger who was in pain. She ignored the premonition, figuring that she wouldn’t be seeing anyone else soon anyway but remembering to put a mask in her purse for any future first aid incidents.

“Do you need a hand?” Her eyes were kind and caring, a deep brown that looked nearly gold in the grey light of that Tuesday morning. Grayson found himself looking at her, really looking at her for the first time since they started sharing the beach. She did not notice Grayson’s awkward gawk getting the best of him. She bent her head down, her eyes leaving Grayson’s gaze to search her purse for something. Grayson realized how small she was, probably only 5 feet tall and slender framed underneath her T-shirt and shorts. She unearthed a small, white package from within her purse. “Bandaid?” she offered, holding it out to him.

“Yeah that’d be great,” Grayson nodded softly and took the package from her. He looked from the white box to his cut and his muscles tensed up, unsure of where to start. He looked up at her, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty. She smiled softly at him, reassuring that frustrated place in his heart slightly. “Want some help?”, she was already kneeling down before he could start nodding.

Grayson slipped the white bandage box into her small palm as she started wiping away the larger pieces of sand around the cut. “You think it could get infected?” he asked, “By something in the water?”

She laid a piece of gauze over his cut as she shook her head. “No, the salt in the water would act as an electrolyte to dehydrate the phospholipid bilayer of any aquatic bacteria before it even got in.” He felt his eyebrows raise. She wrapped his foot in a larger bandage before adding, “uh I mean… it’s salt water, so you’ll be fine…..how did you do this anyway?”

“I must’ve stepped on a rock coming out of the water,” Grayson coolly forgot to mention his earlier debacle of looking like a Saint Bernard on a surfboard.

“If a big guy like you can get taken down by a rock, I have no chance in this world,” she remarked while standing up and putting the box back in her purse.  Grayson laughed out loud with a wide smile. Her joke wasn’t even that funny, but it had been so long since he heard someone make a joke besides Ethan.

She smiled down at him, “I like the band” she gestured toward the solid black tattoo on his right ankle. “I think I would go with an anklet though,” she added with a soft confidence.”

Grayson tried to stand on the freshly bandage foot, “True but this way I’ll never lose it in the ocean.”

It was her turn to laugh, she flashed a bright smile at him and let out a happy sound. Her laugh died down as Grayson stood up tall: a tanned, muscular Adonis standing before her. “Well um..I’m glad to see you’re doing okay,” she started to step away from him, “See you later.” She smiled before turning away.

“See you later,” Grayson waved goodbye as she turned her back and continued her walk. He stopped himself, why was a grown man waving goodbye in public like a kindergartener at school? He let his hand fall to his side before picking up his board and walking back to his van. He looked down at his foot, I guess Ethan is taking out the trash tonight..and making me dinner. 

On the other side of the beach, she drew in a breath and cursed to herself, shit..I didn’t get his name..

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Grayson returned to the beach the next morning without his board. He decided that getting his bandaged (freshly done and kissed with love by Ethan) foot was too much of a risk. Also, he feared cutting up his good foot with a matching gash. He couldn’t depend on pretty girls with nice eyes to always be there with bandaids.  Instead, he sat down on the sand, letting the water run over his right foot and leg. He held his injured leg in his bicep, folding his knee up to meet his chest. With his free arm, he tried to skip stones in the water from his position on the ground.

He tried his best to enjoy his introspective morning with the ocean, even though he wasn’t in the water.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your board” she looked down at him from under the visor of a black baseball hat.

He chucked, “Boards don’t pair well with bandaged feet.” He smiled up at her, “Thank you, by the way, for yesterday. I really appreciate it… You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem….just being a kind stranger,” outwardly, she smiled gently but inwardly she cringed at the awkwardness of her own words. Grayson smiled gently back at her, she can’t have been too awkward if he’s still looking at her right?

“My names Kate”

“I’m Grayson”   A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! This is the first thing I am ever posting and would really appreciate any feedback you have about whether or not I should keep going. <3 

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kinda obsessed with my theme ok bye

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a rare but much needed soft gray

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grayson giving you a promise ring

awh man, imagine how excited he’d be.

maybe you’re celebrating a milestone of his. maybe they hit 15 million? or something exciting at wakeheart? 

and you ask him how he’s gonna reward himself. “like don’t you guys buy watches- what’re you gonna do?”

“i don’t know,” he said dishonestly. “i don’t really want much.”

“really?” he shrugged. 

“i- i got you something though,” he whispered. you raised your eyebrwos.

“me?” he nodded. “what- for what? i didn’t even do anything?’

“well you’re here and i love you so i just- I don’t know e bought a watch so i just-  i got,” he paused to open up the little box. you gasped. 

“are you-”

“no not to get married,” he said quickly. tears were already in your eyes. “well, not like, i don’t wanna- i mean, we’re only twenty, so i just- like you know those promise ring things, i just thought maybe you’d wan-”

“oh, gray.”

“and like i mean, yeah.” you reached up to kiss him and he smiled as you pulled away, ndoding.

“i love it,” you whispered. he smiled. and slipped it onto your finger as you laughed. “thank you.”

“i love you.”

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List of People (To Try & Forget About) - (g.d.) pt. 4

MASTERLIST.

Summary: Grayson and Jade thought they could be something great, until Grayson gets blamed for something he didn’t do. 

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abortion, angst

Word Count: 4.2k

Taglist: @evergreendolan @baby-grayson @wittekfeddysires @333dolans @ardordolan @bingexdolan @prettyboydolan @forrealgray @foxglovedolan @kombuchagray @jjustjoy @outerbnx-stiles​ 

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Naya peered into Jade’s bedroom, seeing her bed was perfectly made and untouched with the morning sun beaming through the window and onto the sheets. “Jade?” She called out, assuming that maybe she was in the bathroom, or a different room in the house, but there was no answer. Naya looked around again, whipping out her phone to text Jade and ask her where she is.

It was unlike Jade not to come home from a party, and it was definitely odd for her to miss their Saturday morning cleaning sprees.

When Jade and Naya moved in together, Jade convinced her to dedicate Saturday mornings to cleaning the entire house. Scrubbing the shower, vacuuming the carpets, cleaning the mirrors. She believed that cleaning on Saturday helps make the weekend more enjoyable, and if they cleaned on Saturday, that meant Sunday would be a free day to relax. It was their routine.

Naya sent Jade exactly 27 texts and called her phone 3 times before texting their other friends, asking if anyone had spotted her. When Naya received a text from one of their girl friends saying Jade was last seen entering Grayson Dolan’s bedroom, she immediately texted Ethan to confirm.

Keep reading

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making gray cum in his pants. a dream

wowowooowowowow yes yes yes- enjoy baby🥰

so let’s say it was supposed to be a movie night, you’re both on the couch snuggled under a massive amount of blankets. the movie abandoned long ago when you could feel gray continuously moving behind you. tilting your head to look at him behind you, “you okay baby?”, you ask with a small smile on your lips.

“yeah... just tryna get comfy” he mumbles out, pulling you further into his lap.

snickering in response when you feel his bulge harden against your ass. his big hands playfully squeeze at your hips, “what’s funny mmm?” gray says into your ear. feeling his breath tickling your neck making you giggle and turn your body around, you legs snug against each side of your boyfriends tattooed covered thighs. his hands falling from your hips to your ass.

“nothings wrong” you respond smiling shyly, hooking you hands to play with the bottom of his short hair. a soft silence falls over the two of you, the movie playing in the background. your both just smiling and giggling with your hands wandering each other’s bodies. gray nuzzling his nose against your cheek to gain your attention, your lips finally meet his. the kiss gets carried away quick, pulling away to bite down on his bottom lip and pulling on it to watch it snap back up. you feel his hands starting to guide your hips forwards and backwards, bringing your lips back to his. feeling yourself getting wetter you begin to grind your hips harder onto his, moans flying out your mouth and hiding your face into gray’s neck.

“fuck yes” grayson breathes out into ear, his hands gripping your ass with one of them moving up to grab the hair at the back of your head, enjoying the feeling of all of you being so close to him. “baby wait... i don’t wanna-” gray tries to speak, but you just grind harder to caught up in the feeling of his hard dick against you through the material of both of your pants. slowing down when you hear grayson’s breathing getting heavier in your ear, his hands tightening on you and groaning out when he cums. you stop and look down at him, smiling when he’s trying to hide into your neck.

“gray... look at me baby” whispering into his ear, brushing your hands through his hair.

“i can’t believe i just came in my pants like a fucking teenager”you hear is muffled voice. finally looking up at you with his cute little blushing cheeks. you smile down at him, bringing your hands to his cheeks and pressing small kissies to his cheeks and lips.

“i thought it was cute” you say against his lips. “now why don’t we go in the shower and you can help me now”, getting up and walking towards the stairs with grayson hot on your heels.

needless to say, he helped you A LOT bitch x

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currently thinking about the grayson’s silver chain ✨✨ iykyk

his chain lives rent free in our brains 🥴

moment of silence for us 🤧

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