Grayson Dolan Writings

Puck You [G.D]

Puck Me [Ethan’s Version]

Summary: When Grayson becomes a little too aggressive with a player from the opposing team, who just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend, you meet with him in the locker rooms to have a word with him.

Words: 8.8k

Warning: public sex, swearing, dirty talk, hockey!grayson 😍😻


You didn’t think things were going to end up the way that they did.

You had woken up that morning with a text from your next door neighbor and friend, Grayson Dolan, asking you if you’d be at his hockey game. You wouldn’t say that you were the best of friends, you were actually best friends with his twin brother - who was currently taking a 2-week trip for a class - so that was one reason you knew each other very well. You’d often go over to his house, acknowledge each other, and teased each other as well whenever Ethan would disappear for a bit. There was tension there, you could both tell, but it was never brought into action.

Now since Ethan was gone, Grayson went to you for a lot of things. It was cute that he felt awkward and weird without his twin, so you decided to sit with him during lunch, because of his anxiety spreading even when he had his teammates around him. You decided to ride home together, often stopping by the gas station for drinks and snacks while jamming to Kid Cudi. You especially decided to go support him at his game, one that he had been waiting for with excitement yet determination.

However, a game that started off friendly; completely took a turn.

You could remember dropping your phone when someone beside you startled you when jumping up due to a goal, but just as you reached down, you started to hear the commotion - and not the cheery type. It was more like an ‘oh shit’ type of commotion.

So with your phone back in your grip, you stood high up on the heels of your feet to try and see what was going on out there. You immediately gaped at the sight of Grayson in his black jersey - matching the one he lent to you for this game - as he was all up in another dude’s face from the opposing team. You knew right away that he was angry, clutching tightly onto his hockey stick and even going as far as taking his helmet off to scream in the guy’s face and make him see his true anger. The aggressiveness he showed did things to you, but you shook your head at yourself and tried to push out of the crowd so that you could get closer to his side.

Maybe seeing you would calm him.

The whistles were going off, Grayson’s name was being shouted out, and there had to be a time out for him to take a breather. It’s when you noticed the name on the back of the other guy’s shirt, making you realize that this wasn’t just someone from the rivalry team, but your wonderful ex-boyfriend.

It wasn’t that he was shitty, or even cruel, he just wasn’t the type of boyfriend you wanted to gush to everyone about. So clearly, nothing ever worked out.

You reached one end of the glass windows, separating you from the team sitting off to the side, and as if in fate; Grayson eyes met yours. His glare was still there, but you could see the stars in his eyes softening when he realized it was you, and all you could do was mouth to him: ‘it’s okay.’

Luckily, the game had finished off smoothly. Grayson had tried his very best not to push your ex-boyfriend on purpose, or swing a punch, and went ahead with the game, going for the win since the victory would be a lot better to rub in his face.

You stayed back for a while, and once you became very impatient, you decided to be bold and go ahead and speak with Grayson even if he was still in a room full of other men. It was quite easy to get inside - you knew because it wasn’t the first time. You once helped Ethan with a prank in there, so it was an in-and-out situation.

Meanwhile, Grayson was changing out of his hockey gear, sweat imprinting his sweet olive skin, with a frown still embedded onto his beautiful face after everything. He got a few pats here and there from his supportive team, yet he didn’t really pay attention to them. He only stopped once he heard a chorus of whistles starting up in the locker room, causing him to crane his neck to try and see what the hell was going on now.

“Heyyy! Looking good, Y/N!”

Grayson’s jaw clenched at hearing that, clutching onto the neckline of his tight white Nike shirt that he still hadn’t put on. Not until he saw you.

“Hi chula!”

“Bitch, you can’t be in here!”

“You looking for me beautiful?”

“If that’s what your dick looks like, no thanks.” Grayson couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at hearing you defend yourself, his plump lips tilting over one corner. He liked that you were like that. He liked that you hung out with him despite getting comment after comment about being a slut or a bitch, simply because you were around him; the most popular guy on campus.

You stopped directly by Grayson’s locker after that comment, trying your best not to look down at his heavenly, glistening body even though you’d seen it so much that you could remember every freckle, ever muscle, every ripple. You had to admit that it helped with the fantasies, but you were never going to let him know that. It’d sound creepy if you said you stared more than enough times across your window whenever he would lift weights, do push-ups, or simply walk around shirtless before and after a shower with just a single towel around his hips.

“What is it, doll,” Grayson asked, though it sounded more like a statement from the way he said it. He wasn’t even shocked to see you standing there, knowing very well how daring you grew to be due to his twin brother.

“Here to talk. Put some pants on,” you said, crossing your arms so your breasts lifted up with the jersey, completely unaffected by everyone else only because Grayson’s beauty topped all of theirs. If it was just you and him, however, it’d be different. You’d be nervous as all hell.

Grayson threw his shirt back in his locker and went for his shorts instead, reaching down to place them on, and you had to tighten your thighs at seeing his bulge in those boxer briefs. “I’m listening,” he said with that deep, sexy voice of his. His bright loopy eyes seemed a little darker, and he did that soft angelic look he so often did that honestly drove you crazy. The one where he slightly tilted his head down and stared through his long lashes, his brows etched a bit together, reminding you of the scar in between.

That time, you couldn’t quite speak. The other boys had gone back to doing their own thing while stealing glances at you - and then Grayson’s eyes went to rake over your body. His black jersey on you was tied at the front, showcasing your belly button, and then you had tight shorts on with vans and white knee socks that just drove Grayson insane. The thought of gripping your thighs and eating you out until he was full… it was too much for him, and he was lucky his coach came over before his dick started straining his obvious shorts.

“Y/N…” Coach sighed next to you, rounding the corner of the aisle, not even surprised to see you there. “Again with this. You can congratulate Mister Dolan afterwards, please step out of the boys locker room.”

Nodding once, you put your head high and started walking back from where you came from. However, you gave Gray a side-eye, making sure you sent him the message that you needed to speak with him asap.

When you managed to get out of the locker room in one piece, you received a text from Gray himself not even a minute later.

The Worst Dolan🏒: Don’t leave. Wait around fifteen and come back inside.

The Worst Dolan🏒: We’ll be alone.

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Glitter (g.d)

anonymous: i’m not sure if ur taking requests but if so could you do gray with glitter by tyler, the creator? the song meaning: confession of love to his crush over phone, making him feel bright and colorful inside, like that of glitter -🌻

a / n : a lot of it kinda reminds me of peach scone because of the blabbering I made him do. also im sorry if it’s cringe at some parts or really all parts but hope you like it :) constructive criticism is appreciated!

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He sat on the edge of his messy bed and he stared at the time on his phone. 2:38 AM taunted him at the top of his screen as his thumb hovered over your contact.

He’d been trying to fall asleep for 2 hours, but every time he began to drift off, his mind would overflow with countless images of you. Images of you smiling, laughing, talking, literally doing anything and his heart would race. After a while, he sprung up from his bed and paced around the room, rubbing at his tired eyes.

It wasn’t necessarily a burden, but his immense feelings for you overwhelmed him every now and then and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it. He had to let you know how you made him feel.

Like a thousand fireworks going off at once right in his chest, exploding with various intricate designs and bright colors. Like those colors were the answers to every mystery in the world. Like those colors made his life equally as bright.

He anxiously tapped his foot rhythmically against the hardwood floor and bit down on his bottom lip. Were you awake? You had to be. You always were. The only thing stopping him, was wondering if you would answer.

If you did, he wouldn’t be able to get his words out correctly. No, regardless of whether you answered or not, he would be too nervous to correctly get his point across. Plus, he only had one bar.

But this seemed like a “now or never” type of situation.

He took a few deep breaths before finally pressing on your contact and putting it on speaker before throwing it on his bed. Those were the slowest 15 seconds of his life. The phone seemed to ring endlessly and became more intense with each chime. The shrill noise ripping through the tense silent air while he rubbed his clammy hands on his gym shorts.

He hopped from foot to foot and fingered the stray stitches sticking out from the end of the sweater sleeve. He became more and more anxious with each ring, wondering if you had really been awake.

He started to doubt himself, not knowing if this was well thought out. He felt as if he were headed for heartbreak no matter what he did; he would hide his feelings and remain quiet while others pursued you or he would call you to be flat out rejected if you answered.

Because if you had reciprocated feelings, they would’ve been obvious since he knew you weren’t the best secret keeper.

The ringing stopped momentarily and his breath hitched. He sped towards his bed and heard your mellifluous voice through the speaker.

“Hi! This is y/n—”

Then his voice made appearance.

“I mean, no shit, y/n.”

Voicemail.

“Shut up, Gray! Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone, I’m probably watching tv or sleeping—OR HAVING FUN WITH ME!—Gray! Anyway I’ll be sure to call y—”

The tone sounded and the smile he had was wiped away. His face went blank and he held he grabbed the phone.

“Uhh…hi. It’s me, Grayson. I…I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to tell you now since you didn’t actually—uh—answer. But i figure this might be the only chance I don’t screw up, so—I guess—here goes nothing.”

He sighed and began to pace around his room once more, juggling the phone between his hands. “You are great. No. You’re more than great, you’re…so amazing. And…and you’re there for me whenever I get mad or anxious and you calm me down. You’re so amazing. I uh- already said that, didn’t I?”

He laughed nervously to himself and paused to sit down on the chair in front of his desk. He licked his lips and clicked on the photo booth app on the desktop of his computer. Images of you with the weirdest filters flooded the row of pictures and he smiled to himself. “Before I say more, I just wanted to say, I know we’ve been friends for a really long time and you only see me in that light. But just put yourself in my shoes just for a while.”

He pressed on a picture of you with him and Ethan. You were seated in his chair with a gushy smile and squished cheeks. The twins’ faces were smushed against both sides of your face: Grayson on your left and Ethan on your right. Your hands were on their cheeks, squishing them closer to you. The oh so famous photo booth hearts above your head.

“You are one of the funniest people I know. Your sarcastic comments and jokes about our chins are so hilarious to me. But I’m not sure if it’s your joke or the fact that you’re telling it that makes me laugh. Don’t take this the wrong way, but if anybody else were to shout out any of your jokes, I wouldn’t even smile. There’s just something about you.”

He then clicked on a picture where he sneezed, you were undoubtedly laughing the hardest you possibly could, and Ethan was merely a blur due to having run out of the frame.

“But I love make you smile more than anything. Because every time you smile it feels like there’s a firecracker going off in my chest, but when I’m the cause of it, they become fireworks. It’s cliché and I know you don’t like that very much, but it’s true. It glitters my insides.” He laughs before standing up again and walking over to sit on his bed.

“When I have it worst though, is when you walk up to me. No doubt do I have it bad any other time, but this is where my heart first feels it and it’s just too intense. My heart starts beating faster, my tongue goes dry, and my eyes get so wide because i just can’t believe someone like you even exists, let alone talks to me. And oh god when you talk—”

He sighed and fell completely onto his messy sheets. He scoffed and lay his phone on his chest before running a hand through his hair. “Don’t even get me started. But as long as I’m already talking about it, I love when you talk about something you love. Your eyes light up and your smile progressively gets bigger and your voice progressively gets louder. It’s adorable, it really is. And then you ask me what I think and all I can think about is how scary it is to be this in love with someone.”

He bit his lower lip in frustration, but smiled shortly after, “But it’s so beautiful at the same time. Once again like glitter. Not just any glitter though, the cool metallic kind with all those weird and fancy colors. The glitter that has shaped like hearts and stars with little sparkles. And maybe the one with the letters too. They spell out ‘I’m so in love’ with a little exclamation point at the end. Sorry.” He laughed and moved his phone over to sit next to his head on his pillow.

“I know I’m getting carried away, and I most definitely know that you don’t feel the same way…and that’s fine, it really is. I just needed to let you know how I felt before I went insane. So I’ll say it again to give me some closure,” he cleared his throat, “I am so in l—”

The phone beeped and his head jerked to the side.

“We didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection.”

“…fuck.”

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~HEY Y’ALL it’s ya girl back at it again with some more Grayson fluff. This one is kinda inspired by Ethan’s tweet about sleepy and delirious Gray. I’m hoping to write more often, it just takes a lil more for me to get inspired. OH and thank you guys so, SO much for all the positive feedback on my first Gray imagine, “take me there”. I’m so proud of it and I’m so happy you guys seem to enjoy it as well. :)

**No warnings (unless you wanna count Ethan’s dirty joke in the beginning)**

He was up pretty late last night, probably beating it to a picture of you or something, I dunno,” Ethan teased after letting you inside the apartment.

“Good lord, E,” you groaned with a scrunched face. You followed him past the kitchen and into the living room.

“I’m kidding loser,” he chuckled, plopping down on the couch and pressing play on the game he had paused to answer the door. “He was just up editing his part of the video for a long ass time last night. Although he probably did do the other thing. Wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Ethan!” You scolded, soliciting a laugh from your boyfriend’s brother.

“Just being truthful, cupcake,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes off his game. You scoffed and jokingly shoved his head as you walked past him (ignoring his whines that you made him mess up his game or whatever) and made your way to Grayson’s room, quietly opening and closing the door behind you. You leaned against the door and sighed in sympathy and love as you laid eyes on his sleeping figure.

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HOODIES [GRAYSON D.]

MASTERLIST

Summary | when Y/N plans to hang out with her best friend, Ethan Dolan, objectives seem to change when she comes out at night to get a drink.

Word Count | 2.9k

Warning | cussing, some fluff, heartless Grayson even though we know he’s a precious bunny baby, and not really smut but a lot of dirty talk.

A/N | I’m not good at writing and this is my first time posting my work publically without deleting it - as of right now - so please bear with me as I’m not talented or good at this at all, I do hope you enjoy though. X. 

state | EDITED

You had spent the majority of your life alongside Ethan. From sleepovers to small frivolous altercations, and to friendly cuddling. Nothing had ever managed to wedge between the bond that’d been growing between the two of you since the age of nine. Everything you experienced or wanted to experience, it was either with Ethan or not at all and that’s how it’s always been. However, like any other protective dad, yours wasn’t so happy about your best friend being of the male gender, but once you turned eleven he’d gotten over it, realizing that there was really nothing he could possibly do to break your duo apart. Not only that but he’d grown to love Ethan, and as a son. So to say the least, it was set in stone that you two would be apart of one another’s lives for a very long time.

Most of the time you spent together had been located at your house, Ethan had always asked why but he knew deep down that Grayson was the reason. It wasn’t that you disliked Grayson, it was just simply preferred on your part to veer away from his path seeing as he wasn’t exactly the best person.

You could vividly remember what had taken place today, Grayson being a big part of the heavy feeling in your chest as you laid next to your sleeping best friend. It started when you planned to spend the weekend with Ethan.

You were nervous merely because you really hadn’t seen Grayson in years, you had, but mostly just glanced as he dropped Ethan at your house or small smiles you would throw his way in the cleaned hallways at school to be polite, all unreturned. Though, you were excited because you hadn’t seen Ethan’s mom in forever and despite the fact that she worked nights at the firm - meaning you wouldn’t see her until the day after you arrived which was Friday - anytime with Lisa was well spent to you. So you got ready, packing your bags with clothes for the long weekend you would spend there, school being out on Monday as a student/teacher holiday type ordeal.

When you arrived, Ethan was the first to the door, him and the house greeting you with their own distinct smells. He smelled of expensive cologne, pine, and mint from just having brushed his teeth and the house smelled strongly of cranberry Febreze. He enveloped you in a warm hug, his body temperature seeming to contrast perfectly with your freezing cold one due to the rain in Jersey. You had walked there, having lied to Ethan saying you had a ride.

“I thought you had a ride,” he said gently, looking down at you with concern sheltering his beautiful smile. He was always worried about you, you were his rock and situations that seemed small to you were consistently big situations to him.

He backed up, allowing you into the warmth of the familiar house you hadn’t seen in months, almost a year. You laughed softly, looking up at him as you grabbed his shoulder to assist yourself in removing your soaked shoes and socks. “I did, my feet work fine,” you stated simply, earning a sigh from him.

“It wouldn’t have been a big deal for me to have grabbed you, Y/N.” he deadpanned, the concern never leaving his face as your teeth chattered lightly.

“Just as much as it isn’t a big deal for me to walk,” you sighed, using your arms to hold yourself as you shook slightly. “I feel bad when you carpool me, especially when I have no money to give you for gas.”

Ethan eyed you, knowing you had always been this way. Selfless, humble, and most of all, empathetic.

He shook his head lightly, a small smile cracking on his chapped lips. “You know I don’t mind,” he assured, pausing before ending with. “I’ll never mind.”

You smiled at him once more before following him upstairs, him carrying your things after he had insisted many times halfway to his room. Finally, you gave in and handed the small bag to him and shut the door behind the two of you once you reached his room. He glanced at your state before facepalming.

“All my hoodies and shirts are in the wash,” he said, knowing you loved to wear his clothes because they were much too big on you and engulfed you just right. Your going joke was you liked how big they were because no one could see you ‘getting fat’ when you ate, Ethan always shook his head and insisted you were fine the way you were but knew you were just fooling around.

“I have my own clothes, it’s fine,” you assured but you knew Ethan wouldn’t have it. You were more than positive he was going out of his way because he wanted you to feel comfortable at his house, hoping it’d all persuade you to come over more often and you were right.

“I’ll just grab one from Grayson’s room,” he shrugged, making your heart dip in your chest slightly.

What if he got mad because you were wearing his clothes?

“N-No it’s fine, really,” you added, your voice shaking slightly. You had heard around school that Grayson had quite the temper and got into many fights a week and, surprisingly, you’d never even seen or experienced it. You didn’t want to either.

“He’ll get over it, promise.” he settled, going down the long hall to the last door and grabbing his black hoodie, the Vans logo in white ink on the top right corner. He brought it back to you after closing both his and Grayson’s door.

“He won’t be back for another twenty minutes or so, he probably won’t even realize.” Ethan smiled, allowing you to dry off and change into spandex and the hoodie he had fetched for you.

Grayson was more built than Ethan the times you’d seen him, and it was confirmed as the hoodie hit your knees, mostly due to your lack in height, and the width of it around your body. The sleeves exceeded the length of your arms by a lot, just like Ethan’s, but Grayson’s arms were much bigger than his so you looked like you were being worn by his hoodie rather than you wearing it. The pair of spandex shorts from your short-term volleyball career was nowhere to be seen underneath the thick piece of clothing.

“Nice look,” Ethan smiled softly. You thought you looked ridiculous but to anyone else, you looked amazing as ever, cute and innocent even. And you were, you had always been innocent.

“Thanks,” you blushed, putting your hair into a loose braid before pulling on your knee socks, the grey colored, soft fabric aiding in your attempt to warm up. “There, done,” you announced and followed Ethan down the stairs, still blushing as he laughed at this best friend.

When you guys reached the bottom, the sound of the door unlocking made you jump and run into the living room. Ethan had said twenty minutes, not two. You covered the logo with your arms, trying your best to hide the fact it’d been his hoodie. Maybe you were overreacting a bit, and the weird look Ethan gave you confirmed it as Grayson’s built figure walked into the room, eyeing his brother before his stone cold stare landed on you and you could’ve sworn his gaze softened upon seeing you, in his hoodie.

“Sorry bro, all mine were in the wash and she likes my hoodies so I gave her one of yours,” Ethan explained to his brother, whose eyes were still on your frame in the far corner of the couch.

“It’s whatever,” Grayson spoke lowly, taking a seat on the couch, on the other end, opposite to where you had been sitting.

Your arms slowly unfolded themselves from trying to hide the fact the hoodie was his, as he clearly already knew, before standing slowly and asking Ethan what there was to eat. Gray’s gaze was heavy on your body, his breathing becoming heavier as he watched you stand, it more noticeable how much bigger he was than you.

A blush rose to your cheeks, tinting them a crimson color. “I’ll look, give me a few,” he said before disappearing into the kitchen. You smiled at him softly before sitting once again, turning yourself towards Gray.

You let out a deep breath before finally saying, “Sorry if me wearing your hoodie bothers you,” you spoke, your voice gentle. He turned his gaze back to you, as he had been previously staring at the wall. You felt your breath hitch as his hazel green eyes made contact with you, your body noticeably tensing as he let out a long, irritated breath.

“Like I said,” he spoke lowly. “It’s whatever,” he mumbled, his jaw clenching lightly, convincing you he was angry. You let out a shaky breath before nodding, following Ethan with the snacks back to his room until later that night.

When the AM rolled around, you found yourself unable to sleep, wishing you could go into a deep sleep as easily as Ethan did. Instead, you stood and grabbed your phone before walking downstairs as quietly as possible, using the low setting on your flashlight to guide you into the kitchen for water. To your dismay, your phone died as soon as you reached the bottom of the staircase, causing you to sigh softly before putting your hands out in front of you to find your way to the kitchen.

You grabbed walls, the fireplace, the couches. When you felt the granite countertops you smile to yourself in victory, moving a bit further to try and find the fridge in the dark. Soon enough, your hands hit something hard and you immediately began looking for the handle.

Low breathing was heard coming from the ‘fridge’ making you furrow your brows in confusion. You felt down a bit to what seemed to be a chest rising and falling slowly. With a tilt of your head, you moved back warily, letting out a shaky sigh as you realized it was a human, rather than the fridge.

“Enjoying yourself?”

It was Grayson.

“I’m so sorry,” you said frantically, letting out a sigh of relief as Grayson put on the lowest light in the room, barely illuminating half of the large kitchen area. You watched him carefully as he made sure his body stayed close to yours.

“Why are you sorry?” he cooed, tilting his head in the slightest bit. His words made your knees weaken and your legs involuntarily clench together. He took this into notice.

Your cheeks flushed a rosy tint and your ears burned in embarrassment as you tried to find something you were sorry for, you hadn’t really done anything wrong but you were always apologizing for something.

 “I don’t know,” you mumbled tenderly, trying your best to move away from him but the cool counter prevented you from moving much further.

“Hmm,” he hummed, jutting his chin out as he gazed at you, still in his large hoodie. “You know I like you in this, probably more than I should.”

Your lips parted softly as you want to speak but he beats you to it. “Do you like wearing my things?” he inquired darkly, his eyes moving from his hoodie to your face.

The heat rose to your cheeks again as you gave a slight shrug, barely giving him an answer to his question. Grayson stared at you, bending down to mirror his face to yours, his nose brushing yours ever so slightly. A heavy feeling settled in your stomach as his large hands grabbed at your sides, taking you by surprise, before lifting you onto the counter so that he could talk to you without looking down. 

The cool granite hit the back of your legs, urging goosebumps to climb across your skin. His breath wafted against your face faintly, forcing the smell of fresh mint up your nose from him previously brushing his teeth.

You watched him with yearning eyes, the burning in your stomach and the fire between your legs making everything in you tense. Your gaze met his lips, the delicate pink and the fullness sending your mind into a frenzy as you imagined them against yours. They were so gentle when they brushed against yours, it was enough to make any girl drop to their knees, and that included you.

“I asked a question,” Grayson growled hoarsely, moving your attention from his lips to his eyes.

“Y-Yes.” you stammered, watching with the slightest shutter as he moved his hands to ride up the hoodie slowly before gripping your soft thighs and leaning in. 

His soft lips made contact with the sensitive skin of your neck and you allowed your eyes to close, going to clench your legs together but he stopped you, tightening his grasp on then.

“Ah, ah,” he smirked against your skin, his hands moving higher as his lips moved lower. The pressure of his lips sucking was now on your chest, just above where the neckline of his hoodie started.

You whimpered you felt the blood rushing to the surface of your skin, just above your collarbone. 

Grayson pulled back reluctantly. “There’s so much I want to do to you right now,” he spoke simply, gazing at his hands gripping your thighs. Your throat dried at his words and you gnawed on your lip before you spoke. 

“Ethan is probably looking for me,” you lied, not wanting to do anything that would get you hurt in the long run.

“Precious Ethan,” he chuckled. “Maybe he could watch,” his teeth attack his lips, it clear that he had pent up anger about his brother and his close relationship with you. “I’m sure he’d love to see me fuck you senseless, hmm?” he cocked a brow at you.

You pushed his hands off your thighs gently and he finally granted you to clench your legs together tightly as he leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Maybe he’d even love to wake up to you screaming my name, and come downstairs to see you gripping my hair, shaking, my tongue making you feel helpless against me,”

You shuddered, clenching your eyes shut tightly as you used your hands and pressed them on his chest to push him away, but he simply grabbed them and put them back at your side, his gaze on you. 

Grayson stared at you for a moment, his eyebrows still raised as he examined your face. You peeked your eyes open slightly before allowing them to focus on him. He seemed to be in the process of realizing something.

“Oh Y/N, you’ve never done anything before have you?” he asked gently, using his finger to lift your chin up. His eyes had softened at the realization that you were completely pure.

He had gotten around a lot, and that was just a fact. All the girls who had tormented you at school had been with him, adding to the reason you didn’t want to go any further than you already have.

“No,” you said, pulling your face away from his hand.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he sighed softly when you pulled away from him. He stood quietly for a few moments when you didn’t respond, watching as you looked at your lap and fumbled with your fingers.

He grabbed your thighs gently for the second time that night, nowhere near as persistent as before and craned his neck down to connect his lips to yours, surprising you as you sucked in a long breath, but when realisation hit and you really felt his soft lips against yours you let out the long breath and began kissing him back the best you could. Your hands laid flat on his stomach, feeling his hard yet soft torso as he kissed you slowly. Large hands wrapped around the back of your knees, pulling them up against his sides as he kissed you deeper.

The feeling between your legs reappeared moments into the kiss, intensifying as his lips found their way to your neck once again, stopping once they reached just behind your ear. 

“Keep it,” he said lightly, pulling away and moving back upstairs to his room, leaving you breathless on the cool granite.So now, here you lay, still next to your sleeping best friend with the heavy feeling in your chest. All because of Grayson fucking Dolan.

I’m really bad at this I apologize, I tried my best. Enjoy x.

fav writings masterlist

Harry Styles//Dolan Twins//More to come…

These are a few of the best writings I’ve read so far on Tumblr! I will add more as I read, warning that some of these contain smut.

HARRY STYLES

Warm by @bribe-the-door

Choosing the Wrong Priorities (Part 2) (Part 3) “Harry is urged to get back into the spotlight by staging a make out session with Kendall Jenner. His girlfriend isn’t too happy about that” by @harryimaginedstories 

New Love “Harry is quite new at dating and though unsure how to behave around her, he knows he’s already in love.” by @harryimaginedstories

I Need You The one where Niall’s an overprotective older brother” by @harry-writings

Y/N and Harry don’t really mesh well, until they do by @jawllines

Y/N pretends tone Harrys girlfriend by @jawllines

Harry and Y/N are best friends and Y/N isn’t his “type” (or so she’s heard) by @jawllines (fav imagine ever… just sayin’)

Harry is on the football team and Y/N steals a dog by @jawllines

Harry is in a film and Y/N is the directors terribly cute assistant by @jawllines

Harry has the biggest crush on Y/N and cant stop thinking about kissing her by @jawllines

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In which Harry gets a new definition for the word daddy by @stylishmuser

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in which you’re sore, but not quite done yet by @stylishmuser

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Puck Me [E.D]

Puck You [Grayson’s Version]

Summary: Ethan was a popular hockey player at your school. After you get ditched at one of his games, he offers a ride to his place, where something you least expect happens.

Words: 4.4k

Warning: Smut, hockey!ethan 😍

A/N: The Walls by Chase Atlantic IS THIS SHITS SONG. I’ve spent too much time on this and I still think it sucks but hopefully its readable! DEDICATED TO MY ETHAN GIRLS (BC IT AINT ME) ITS WHAT U DESERVE ✨✨


“You’re a piece of shit, Ethan Dolan.”

You pressed your lips tightly together when you heard your friend, Felicity, make a scene in front of everyone. Why? Because she had just gotten rejected by the captain of the hockey team directly after one of his games - a game that she had forced you to come to, simply for this reason.

After telling that to Ethan in such an evil way, who by the way seemed to only try to be nice and say that no, he wasn’t interested, she stalked off.

When you turned to try and leave out of the crowd to follow your ride home, you were unaware of the eyes on you.

Ethan found you through the entire crowd almost immediately, and kept his attention on you as you slowly disappeared. His eyes softened and his throat clogged up, because that was the weird thing he felt whenever you were in the same room as him.

He had to be brought back to reality by one of his teammates, who was laughing at what just happened with Felicity. And once Ethan let out a fake smile and went to try and find you again, you were gone.

It had been raining a lot after the hockey game, and you practically being a loner, didn’t have many friends besides the one girl that asked you to come. So after walking for quite a few blocks, there you stood, trying to cover yourself up from the wind and the rain while keeping your steps forward, even as the wind nearly blew you away.

Then, Ethan Dolan himself appeared.

He was popular, way more popular than you and Felicity combined. He was often a flirt, not with you though, so it was weird for him to be nice and offer a ride. It was a different thing to see.

You took his offer, seeing as you’d probably die if you continued your lengthy walk home - and sat in Ethan’s truck quietly. He didn’t speak much, simply blasted his music and the heaters for you before starting the journey to his house, where he offered even more help since it was much closer and the rain was too dangerous to be driving in at the moment.

“Game was nice,” you had decided to say at some point out of pure braveness.

Ethan raised a brow and turned to quickly glance at you, not expecting to have you speak to him. "Friendly game.”

“Congrats,” You said anyway. Ethan didn’t respond then, instead silently making a turn. “When did you get hurt?” You asked when you noticed the bruises on his hands, more specifically on his knuckles as they tightened around the steering wheel. They were beet red, forming into purple, with slight cuts here and there. A part of you wanted to lean in and hold them.

“Practice.”

“Oh.” Weird.

Not much of a talker, it seemed. You were conflicted, seeing him laughing and being weird around all of his friends and his twin brother 24/7 during school hours. That’s why he was so well-known, also because he was captain and was incredibly attractive nonetheless. You weren’t even much of a talker either, but it was better than the awkward silence unfolding and would continue on if you were going to stay over. You sort of wanted to know why he’d done this for someone like you; someone out of his league and far away from his clique.

You were at a red light near his neighborhood when he finally spoke again. You were completely unaware of how nervous he actually was, but he was Ethan; he hid it all too well.

“Hey you’re… you’re friends with that Felicity girl, right?”

You averted your eyes, remembering the scene she made when he rejected her right outside of the rink with his teammates surrounding him. It was cringe-worthy and you felt sorry for him. You could tell he was trying to be nice and at least he was honest instead of leading her on and breaking her heart later on. “I guess. Why?”

Ethan made a face that was like a half smirk, his high cheekbones showing. “Nothing, just wondering.”

You got to his house before you could question him, and that was that.

Okay…

He let you in after you both ran, then he let you dry off, and your heart leaped when he disappeared for a bit to go and lend you his yellow and black jersey. It felt warm, soft, and looked large enough to fit you as a dress.

“Your jersey?” You asked, confused.

Ethan shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah… it’s not sweaty or anything, I just washed it. Thought you’d like to change.”

You giggled, blushing at the fact that he probably could have gone for a regular white t-shirt. Nope, he went for his famous jersey. “Good to know…” You didn’t tear your eyes away from him, and he didn’t either. His gaze was killing you, he was making you melt right on the spot, and it didn’t help the fact that he was wearing black basketball shorts, and a tight Nike shirt to showcase his muscles and large hands.

“Bathroom’s right over there,” he simply stated, like he didn’t care anymore, and pointed to the door.

Nodding, you went over and changed out of your wet clothes.

The jersey went down to mid-thigh, and it smelled just like him. You couldn’t deny the fact that you liked Ethan, maybe a little, but you didn’t say anything due to Felicity. Now you were at his house after he rejected her? Crazy.

“Um…” You stepped out, and when Ethan turned from the fridge, he nearly dropped his Gatorade bottle at the sight.

It took a while for him to get back to reality, going to scratch the back of his head. “Right, shit, sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? Totally flew by me.”

“It’s fine… comfy actually with no pants on,” you said, lifting the jersey up a bit, unaware of Ethan getting turned on when he caught a glimpse of your pink lace panties and the curve of your hipbone. He let out a breath, lips parting when he saw the way your long smooth legs went on for miles, suddenly thinking about them being wrapped around his shoulders as he–

“Looks good on you,” Ethan complimented, voice deep and husky.

Shit, you thought. “Thanks…”

He pried his eyes away before you could notice anything in his eyes, and then you stepped forward like nothing. You sat down on the couch, while Ethan tried to stop a hard-on from happening when you put your legs up to showcase your thighs and a part of your ass. You were so petite, innocent.

Ethan went for the cup of hot coco that he had been making for you and went to hand it to you, sitting down next to you and turning the television on. Your heart softened when you sipped on the hot coco, both of you watching the tv in silence up until you had to place your cup down and ask him something.

“Why did you ask about Felicity? Did you actually want to say yes to her? Because it’s cool if you did.”

Ethan furrowed his perfect brows. “Yeah. I mean, no.” He sighed. “Yes, I meant to say no, but…” His gaze went to yours, and even though it made your palms sweaty, you were so oblivious. Ethan wasn’t good at this, he was only good at sex. "Why were you even there?“

"Excuse me?”

“You’re not the type to, or at least I didn’t think you were…”

You looked at him for a few seconds. “You don’t even know my name, Ethan Dolan.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he said without missing a beat, causing you to snap your neck back in his direction. “Yeah, I know you. I know that you sit all the way at the front in my Spanish class, I know that you’re one of the top students in our grade, I know that Felicity dragged your ass to my game because I never see you there. I know that she ditched you because of me.”

You froze at his words, heart swelling as you took a moment to look at his lips.

“I know that you like to keep to yourself because you constantly have your headphones in during lunch. I know that you got your appendix removed a little before we hit 8th grade, which is why you didn’t do your tests or came to Talia’s party.” He took a pause - his eyes never leaving yours - letting out a chuckle next that made you shiver. “I know that I punched the fuck out of my teammate in the locker rooms for constatly talking about fucking you.”

You swallowed thickly, goose bumps arising all over your arms. “You got suspended…” You remembered, now looking down at his bruised knuckles that made a whole lot more sense than him frustratingly punching the ice on the rink or something during ‘practice’.

“Oh yeah, he didn’t stop even when I came back. Kept testing me.”

You were speechless, your heart going absolutely crazy that you were so sure it was about to leap out of your chest from what you were hearing.

“I didn’t enjoy him talking about you like that, because I didn’t want to fucking picture it.”

Ethan was sitting forward now, his elbows on his knees, and a pissed off look on his face.

“And you in my jersey is just…” he let out a dry chuckle, sitting back and rubbing his thighs. You looked down and noticed the tattoos on him, suddenly growing aroused at the thought of straddling them. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Before you could question him and his weird behaviors yet again, he went in as close as he could to be able to kiss you, hard. It was a rough kiss, yet his lips were softer than ever. They were plump, full, and you happily kissed back with your hands automatically going up to run through his soft dark hair. He was an incredible kisser, easily slipping his tongue in to dominate yours, the tiny bits of facial hair scraping against your skin when he went to grip you and move you to straddle his lap.

There, he continued on with his heavy kissing, pulling you as close as possible with his hands on your hips, wrapping his arms easily around your entire waist.

Once you subconsciously moved your crotch against his, his hands cautiously headed down until they were placed on your round ass. His palms were smooth running over the soft skin of your cheeks, getting a good feel of them and loving how well you fit in his hands. He squeezed both when one of your own hands was placed on his thigh, taking the second to pull away.

“You ever done this before?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yeah…” You not-so-innocently stated, looking at him and rubbing at his lip with the tip of your finger. “Don’t stop.”

Ethan didn’t expect that, but it only made him grow harder beneath you. “Fuck.”

He leaned forward to smash his lips again with yours, already missing the feeling, and then proceeded to help you grind down a little harder on his dick so that you could feel him through the clothes separating you two. He stood to his feet with you in his arms right away due to him being impatient, easily carrying your body without losing contact of your lips and heading towards his bedroom as best as his memory could help him. You had placed your hands on his cheeks, fingers grazing his famous jawline that all the girls drooled over, as well as the tiny bits of hair adorning his features. You kissed him like your life depended on it, holding onto him as his warm, large body engulfed yours like they were both perfect for one another.

You let out a tiny squeal when he practically threw you onto his bed, though. Your body hopped a bit against the mattress, and you could’ve sworn you saw Ethan’s light eyes turn much darker when he saw you there, ready for you to take him. You left your legs wide open, your pink panties showing him the wet patch on you - which drove him wild. He shook his head lightly to himself and then reached back to the neck of his shirt, slipping the entire thing off of him.

You’d heard the stories, a lot of different stories about this boy, but at that moment you didn’t care. His body was everything you loved in a man, beautiful skin, hard abdomen, wide shoulders. You nearly moaned at the thought of his hands and back muscles.

Before you knew it, Ethan had gone back down to press his chest against yours, giving you a peck on the lips before biting down on your bottom lip and latching onto it before letting it go and moving down to your neck. His hands held onto your waist that still had his jersey on, lifting it up only to gain access to your panties.

You lightly moaned when he used his teeth to help you get rid of the thin lace, slowly pulling them down until you lifted your lower body up to help him move them over your bum. Ethan managed to get them down smoothly, thinking he was able to get them off from your ankle, but when he finally caught sight of your most sensitive, wet spot and your full ass, he knew that you were going to be the end of him. He was going to destroy you.

You thought he’d remove the jersey soon after too, but you didn’t know how much of a fucking sight that was for him.

“Ethan,” you dragged his name along when he was already diving into your pussy unexpectedly, his mouth lapping at it and tasting its sweetness. He was gripping the back of your thighs to keep your legs high up to face his ceiling and keep them open for his better access, devouring you and using his tongue to his advantage. “Ethan,” you said once again, arching your back and shaking with the way his mouth felt on you, your toes curling so much it was starting to hurt already.

His eyes met yours as he let his tongue move around, gliding gently against your wet folds before doing quick circles against your entrance. He even went down to your ass for a moment, making sure to mark his territory everywhere. His saliva mixing in with your heavy arousal. He was loving it, and it showed when he closed his eyes in satisfaction, grinding his tongue to capture every part of your arousal and also to tease you by sucking on your clit.

“God, princess, you taste so fucking good,” he pulled away to say in a raspy tone, not letting his sudden speaking ruin anything seeing as he let his fingertips rub your swollen clit while he was occupied.

He then spat on you and continued to use his heavenly tongue, laying it flat and sucking on your juices, his stubble tickling you enough to make you let out a slight giggle with a whimper, making him grow harder and harder in his shorts at the sound and the fact that he had you like this. You could already see the obvious bulge on him, yet could only focus so much on it until you felt the pit of your stomach clench with full desire.

You let a high moan out, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm took its toll, and you were closing your thighs around his head, clutching tightly onto his hair seeing as you needed something to hold onto. Ethan, however, continued to eat you out even as you came and finished coming, pulling you closer to him so that he could grind you on his face to get your wetness go all over his mouth and chin.

Eventually, he managed to stop himself, swallowing every last drip you gave him, even if you continued to let out more. You made a sound just as he gently hit your ass, moving to sit on the bed beside you before easily handling your tinier body to make you sit, where he rubbed your clean shaven legs. “Come here and ride.”

Trying to regain your breathing, you moved to straddle his legs. You gasped when he let his hand hit your ass yet again, a bit harder, and he smirked, going to kiss under your earlobe before whispering; “Ride my thigh, kitten. This is all for you.”

With that nickname alone, he could ask you to do anything. You now moved to only straddle one of his thick tan thighs. The one with the tattoos.

He placed his arms back for leverage and to watch you better, letting you go ahead and move as you slowly started to rock your hips against his thigh.

Your clit brushed against his skin, the bits of his hair prickling at you, but you didn’t mind it. It felt good, and so you moved quicker, your wetness spreading against his tattoos and making his skin glisten.

Even as you were the only one moving, the only one truly pleasuring yourself, you could tell how much it was turning Ethan on and how much he enjoyed it. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of you, his dick twitching with want, just wanting to be inside of you already - yet this was something he loved to do. He loved to torture himself, because once he felt how tight your pussy was wrapped all around his thick cock, he’d feel like he’s in pure fucking heaven.

When you had to stop the grinding of your hips due to feeling sensitive, he said, “No, no, keep going. Until you come again.”

You nodded and lifted his jersey from your hips so that he could watch them move quicker. You slowly fell apart but continued until the wave of pleasure hit you once again, moaning Ethan’s name when he tapped his foot at a fast pace to help brush his thigh against you.

Yes.” With your next orgasm coming, you couldn’t help but grip his dick right through his shorts, palming him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt you grind your hand against his cock and your pussy against his thigh. You lifted his jersey farther up so that your perky tits were fully exposed to him, biting down on the hem of the shirt to keep it held up.

Ethan moaned and licked his lips at seeing your tits slightly bounce, going to softly bite onto one nipple, his eyes meeting yours just the same way as he was when eating you.

You then leaned in to give Ethan a deep kiss before you felt yourself being moved again. This time, he was fully lying down on his back on the bed, but he was turning your body around so that you could fully straddle him - backwards - in reverse cowgirl.

Making a tiny sound, you helped him remove his shorts and immediately gripped his long cock when he kicked them off his ankles. Ethan hissed as you spread his precum with the pad of your thumb and already guided the tip towards your entrance, quietly begging for more when his entire length wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Please, please…” Maybe you were begging because you knew he was the one in control, so you went slow.

“All the way inside, baby,” he said to you in whispers, gripping your ass and spanking it as hard as ever. “Fuck that dick.” That alone caused you to stop for a second and squeal as you managed to get him all the way inside, moving to fuck him with your head off to the side to be able to see him through the corner of your eyes a bit. “Such a good fucking girl.”

At first, you were gentle with the rocking of your hips, flicking them in such a way that was pure amazement to Ethan. He had to flare his nostrils to keep his moans in, perfectly aligned brows knitting together.

Faster.”

You moaned and started moving faster, as told, loving the wet sounds you two were causing. Ethan stretched you out on every single grind, maybe a little more after every time and it was delicious. “Like that?” you asked, leaning forward to rest your forearms on the bed so that you could twerk against his dick.

“Just like that,” he breathed out, sitting up slightly on his elbows to watch the way your ass bounced and slapped against his thighs. “All the way up, go all the way up.” You obeyed and lifted your hips all the way up until only the head of his cock was inside of you, nearly slipping out. Then, you sank back down, taking it all back in with a sharp gasp. “Again, all the way up…” You could hear the torture in his voice, and how he was most likely stopping himself from flipping you both around to fuck you as hard as he could.

You repeated the action, and he decided to then take control and keep your hips steady before ramming up into you at a quick pace. You let out a small scream as you felt Ethan reach the farthest depths of you, his cock feeling so incredibly good.

You started to get lost in the pleasure and had to stop him by putting your hand on one of his knees so that he could pull him out of you as you shook tremendously when a third orgasm came, instead going to grind against his balls. Ethan only laughed behind you and gripped his cock, jerking it a bit with his bruised fist while his fingers easily glided up to spread out your wet pussy. Just the sight of it alone would’ve made him cum, yet he also wanted to eat you out for a second time.

There was so much he wanted to do, but he knew you probably wouldn’t be able to take that much.

Once it was clear to him that you were finished, he brought you back to the bed where you were both now lying down on your side. You lifted Ethan’s silky jersey up, sweaty yet with no desire to take it off, and he gripped a boob to knead it in his hand, going to kiss your shoulder.

You turned your head around to be able to kiss him, full tongue, and then lifted a leg up so that he could get the message of you wanting him again. Ethan gripped himself first and started to slap his cock against your clit, making you gasp with the amount of orgasms you’d already gotten.

“Ethan… oh!” You got caught off guard when he swiftly pressed his tip inside of you, groaning, up until he was fully tucked inside, loving the way you immediately tightened around him, only making it harder for him to hold his only orgasm back. You bit hard down on your lip, hand going down to feel up his tight balls as he thrusted heavenly slow with a hand wrapped around your thigh to keep your leg up.

It only lasted so long before he started snapping his hips a little quicker.

Ethan was fucking you sideways, moving you slightly after a moment to make sure your legs were stuck together before wrapping an arm around your knees and placing his free hand on your asscheek before drilling into you. He practically had you curled up in a ball, fucking you as hard as he could in that position. His thick length was stroking your g-spot, your clenching walls hugging every inch and protruding vein on him.

You even started to tear up a little, each and every one of your limbs stiffening up. “That’s so good…”

Ethan dug his nails into your skin, before completely moving all over again, nearly making you dizzy. He got up and left you limp and sweaty on the bed, but before you knew it, he dragged you over to the end of the bed by your shaky legs, making sure you were on your hands and knees before starting to fuck you again.

“This fucking pussy…” Ethan breathed out, gripping your hips and lifting the lower half of your body up to meet his hard thrusts.

You screamed when he fucked you into the mattress from behind, causing you to knit your brows and let out the rest of the screams against the bed sheets, going to grip a pillow instead to bite into it.

“Look at me.” Ethan had no mercy as he was pulling on your hair next, making sure you were making direct eye contact with him while he kept his sweet thrusts going. He was panting behind you, clenching and unclenching his jaw every time your pussy got tighter, driving him crazy.

He used his free hand to draw foreign circles against your other hole before he pulled out, held his breath, and ejaculated all over your ass with a groan. You sighed and smiled once you felt every drip on your skin before he went back to making sure you had one final orgasm. He placed his fingers on your pussy and quickly rubbed at it, his wrist somehow being able to flick faster and faster.

“Oh God… Ethan!” You screamed as your thighs shook and he sent you into oblivion once more, pulling away from you to suck on his wet fingers like you were frosting.

After helping you clean up, he lied down with you on his bed, both of you still trying to catch your breath. You cuddled up next to him, and got comfy, just as your phone let out a ding when Ethan decided to go for it back in the living room.

Felicity: Hey sorry I left you at the game, it was so shitty of me. Ethan’s still an ass. Are you okay?

Ethan looked down at you starting to sleep soundly against his chest, his heart melting yet a small smirk forming as he typed away.

Y/N: More than okay.

Espresso Ice Cream (e.d)

a / n : yes, another one of ethan. i cant help it, how do you expect me to drive in one lane when the lines aren’t clear🤷‍♀️. this one is a longer one, ladies and gents grab your ice cream and enjoy. oh and this is told in his pov! hope you guys like it :) constructive criticism is appreciated!

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Originally posted by sxbastianstan

There’s this girl. She comes by the parlor every Tuesday night with a wide smile on her face. No matter what the weather, it was simply routine to stop by. Always stumbling in with her laugh bouncing off the walls. Always with a small white cup in her hand from a coffee shop around the corner. Always with this guy, who I assumed was her boyfriend.

He would always hug her side and kiss the top of her head. She’d smile up at him and her cheeks would get red as she playfully hit his shoulder. Probably not that big on pda, I’m assuming. She was pretty, stunning even.

Her eyes lit up once she reached the counter and her smile evidently grew bigger. She would mess with her hair and look at all the flavors. She would think really hard and bite her lip subconsciously, but in the end, she always chooses cookie dough. After her boyfriend pays for it, she smiles at me and slides a $5 bill on the counter as a tip.

They walk to the booth at the corner of the parlor, sit next to each other, and talk while looking out to streets. After she takes a bite, she pours whatever was in the cup onto the ice cream. Her boyfriend always makes a disgusted face, but she simply smiles and takes another spoonful.

Out of all the families and couples that are in the parlor, my attention is always on them. I know it sounds weird, but she’s just so intriguing. She always seems so beautiful without really trying. She could be looking down at her phone, talking to her boyfriend, or just looking outside the window. But she will always look so amazing to me.

The thing is, I saw her boyfriend come by early afternoon on Wednesday with someone else, hugging her side and kissing her head. After he paid, he slid a $5 bill and put his finger to his lips, “let’s keep this between us, yeah?” The new girl sat in her spot and the guy threw his arm over her shoulders, as if someone else hadn’t been there just the day before.

I tried to tell her, but he was always with her for crying out loud. Never did he leave to use the bathroom, never did she walk in without him. You might get mad at me, but I dropped it after that. I didn’t think that it had mattered so much because it was a one time thing.

Until a few weeks later. Day after day, he brought a new girl, always sliding me money to keep my mouth shut. She walked in with him, not knowing that he had hugged a different girl in the same exact spot. Having to watch her love him, oblivious.

But who cares, right? I’m just the stupid kid behind the counter who can’t mind his own damn business.

They came in one night, same exact routine. Only this time, he didn’t kiss the top of her head. She had almost forgotten the tip. They sat across from each other. I hadn’t thought much of it, but she seemed less joyful that day. There was a lot more talking and less looking out the window than usual.

The next week, her smile seemed fake. They weren’t touching each other. She immediately asked for cookie dough. No looking out the window. She barely even touched her ice cream. She gave me the tip before she left.

The week after that, they came in and ordered to go. She huffed and crossed her arms while I scooped it. He leaned against the counter and rubbed his face in frustration. They were whispering, so I couldn’t really hear much, but it sounded like they were arguing.

“I wasn’t born yesterday—you must really think I’m an idiot.”

“Why would I ever—no, there’s no one else.”

They paid and left. She jogged back in and slammed the bill on the counter. “Sorry, have a good night.” She muttered without even sparing me a glance. She sped walked out the door, her sneakers slapping against the tile in anger.

The fourth Tuesday, she came in by herself and ordered one ice cream to go, but it was just plain vanilla. No smile. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was in a loose knot on the top of her head. While she was digging through her purse, I decided to tell her what had been going on.

“Hey um…I’m Ethan.” I set her cup of ice cream down and she hummed, still looking in her purse. “I uh wanted to tell you something. It’s kind of a long story but—” she put the money on the counter and balanced the coffee cup on the plastic cover of her ice cream. “Look Ethan, it was nice to meet you. I’m sure it’s a great story, but I just—I’m really irritated and that wouldn’t be fair to you. I have to go. Have a good night.”

She left with no tip.

It’s been 3 weeks since I last saw her. The first day she hadn’t come, I insisted on staying open till late at night, just in case she might’ve been late. I had to clean every corner, scrub every stain, wipe down every table. But she hadn’t come. The second, I waited at the counter for her. She hadn’t come. I had lost hope.

Present time, I stacked the chairs on the tables and left the hat from the uniform on the hook in the back room. I sighed and turned off the lights before staring out the windows. Light rain fell from the setting sky. Way to lift my mood.

I reached to open the door but someone had opened it before I did. It was the girl. She looked up at me wide-eyed. There were bags under her eyes and the hood she wore over head made them look even darker. Her eyes were glossy and her nose was red, presumably from the cold. She held her small coffee cup in her left hand, “There’s not a chance you’re still open, is there?”

She chuckled sadly before turning back. I closed my eyes and before I could stop myself, I replied, “We’re open.” She turned back and managed a weak smile. I held the door open for her as she walked in and I turned on the lights. “Sorry, I didn’t know your shift was over. I can go if—”

“No, it’s fine. A couple minutes won’t hurt.” I smiled at her before jogging behind the counter. She looked down, a depressed expression masking her face. Maybe I can cheer her up.

“What would you like today, ma’am? We have a variety of flavors to choose from! May I suggest, cookie dough? What a classic! Just don’t get pistachio! I heard someone found actual nuts and bolts. Wasn’t pretty.” I gestured towards the tubs of ice cream within the coolers like they do in those really annoying commercials.

She giggled softly before her smile fell and she rubbed at her tired eyes. “Actually, vanilla is fine.” I frowned. I moved the glass door of the cooler, grabbed the tub of vanilla and hid it behind the counter. “Sorry, looks like cookie dough is your only option here.” I shrugged and she playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

I nodded and served two cups. I stood up and she held out the money. “I can pay for them, don’t worry about it.” We walked over to her usual booth and sat across from each other. “Umm thank you. Are you sure it’s okay that I stay here for a little? I don’t want to hold you.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and rhythmically tapped her fingers against the side of her coffee cup.

“Oh yeah, no big deal.” I paused. She stared out the window as her eyes began to water. Sadness filled her face as she sighed. “Is everything alright?” She scoffed before turning back to me, her droopy eyes staring straight into mine. She stuck her tongue in her cheek in annoyance.

“Other people sit here. In this exact same spot that I am in. It’s my seat, but only it isn’t. Little kids sit here, elderly people sit here. So why am i so mad that girl after girl was brought here to this exact same spot?” I gulped and looked down at my spoon. She rested her elbows on the table and held her cheeks in her hands.

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened, so why am I so hurt now, Ethan? He told me from the start that he wasn’t looking for a committed relationship and at the time, I was fine with that. But then he told me I was different from everyone else. God, that stupid line. I fell for that stupid line and I fell for him too. I was suspicious, he was going out everyday with a new excuse. I questioned him and questioned him and he kept denying it, so I let it go. Then one day, I had come to apologize, to you actually, for acting weird and giving you the tip really rudely. But I saw him walk in, kissing some other girl.”

She sniffled as the tears seemed to endlessly run down her cheeks and onto her fingers. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I come clean and tell her that I knew? Or would that make things worse? I sat quietly, playing with the blue bracelet on my wrist. “He…he told me he loved me, Ethan.” She scoffed before wiping her eyes with some of the napkins in the silver box.

She stayed quiet for a while, only her laboured breath and sniffles being heard throughout the parlor. She sighed and gently put her hands over one of my one. They were freezing cold, making me flinch involuntarily. “I’m sorry, I must sound so depressing right now. I’ll stop talking about it for both of our sakes,” She laughed at herself, “I’m y/n.”

She retracted her hands and took a spoonful of her ice cream. I smiled before she poured a small amount of the liquid in the coffee cup on her ice cream. “Hey uh…why do you put coffee on your ice cream?” She looked up at me with her eyebrows raised. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it! I was just—uh, can’t you just get coffee flavored ice cream? We have that here too.”

She smiled gently before pushing her hair out of her face. “I could do that. But something about espresso on top of cookie dough is just so good.” She laughed and rested her head against the window. “My grandma used to do it all the time. I used to think she was so weird, plus I heard coffee makes you stop growing so I was never ever willing to try it.”

I smiled and finally took a spoonful of my ice cream. “Once I tried it though, I couldn’t stop getting it. Espresso is my go-to topping. You should try it!” Her eyes lit up as she pushed the cup closer to me.

“No thanks. I’m more of a tea kinda person. Ya know, sippin’ and spillin’.” She pursed her lips and put her hand over her mouth. Why the hell did that come out of my mouth? I’ve never said that before in my life. “Jeez, I’m sorry that was such a…horrible joke.” I covered my face with my hands and she laughed loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls just like they used to.

“I know, my ears hurt! Just for that,” she grabbed my ice cream and poured some espresso over it, “you get to try the infamous espresso ice cream.” She smiled widely and held her chin in one hand, enthusiastically waiting for me to try it. I gave in and stuck my spoon into the dessert. “If I die today—”

“Just shut up and try it already! My ice cream is melting!”

I quickly put the ice cream in my mouth and squinted my eyes, hoping that the bitterness of the espresso was overpowered by the sweetness of the ice cream. But my eyes shot open in surprise on how good it was. There was a combination of cold and hot, bitter and sweet, making me want to try even more.

I guess she noticed because she laughed and stuck her fists in the air. “Yes! You like it! And don’t even deny it, your face lit up and everything!” She pointed and I put my hands up in defense. “Alright alright, I admit it! I’m guilty as charged.” We laughed and continued eating the ice cream. Her laughter died down and she sighed.

“More people should get to experience this amazing combo! They’re all just too closed minded.” She frowned and I looked back toward the menu that hung on the wall. I smiled and turned back, pointing at her with my spoon. “They’re going to try it. I promise you by next week, everyone who walks by will want to try it.”

She scoffed and raised an eyebrow while crossing her arms. She leaned back in the seat and stared at me. “And how exactly are you going to do that, Ethan?” I smiled at her and before taking another bite, I replied, “Come by on Tuesday and you’ll see.”

— — — — —

I set the chalkboard down by the entrance of the parlor and wiped the sweat off my forehead. My handwriting doesn’t look that great, but it’ll do. Messy handwriting is the “aesthetic” these days anyway.

“Ethan!” I looked behind me to see y/n wave and walk over to me. She had a huge smile on her face as she approached me. “So what was your oh-so-secret-great plan you were talking about?” I smiled back and stepped aside so she could read the chalkboard. Her eyes grew wide and her smile grew even wider of that was humanly possible.

“Try our brand new special! The cookie dough and espresso combo: ‘Y/N’!”

morning views (e.d.)

***Warnings: None

~MASTERLIST~

“Baby. Babe, you gotta wake up. Come on, let’s see those pretty eyes.”

Squeezing your already closed eyes, you flipped onto your stomach to bury your face in the pillow as your brain began to bring your body back to full consciousness. The familiar sounds of an early Friday morning poured into your ears as your boyfriend began gently rocking your stiff body.

“You hit snooze in your sleep again. You’re lucky your loud ass alarm woke me up so I could stop you from oversleeping.” 

E,” you groaned, your voice being muffled by the pillow.

“Yes, love?”

You nearly fell back asleep as Ethan’s long fingers pushed the hair that had fallen to the sides of your face back and over your shoulder, twisting a couple strands between his digits as he did so.

Finally opening your eyes, you turned your head and allowed your tired, blurry vision to focus on the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on. He was propped up on his right elbow, greeting you with a small and sleepy smile. His lower half was still tangled in the sheets up to the hem of his boxers, leaving his naked upper body on full display. Turning onto your left side to face him and get a better look, your sleep-heavy right arm extended in front of you to sweep the messy strands of bedhead away from his eyes. Ethan watched your eyes intently as they followed your movements. You dropped your hand to his jaw, your thumb automatically grazing over your favorite amount of stubble. Tracing his jaw down to his chin, your eyes locked on those full, flushed lips. As if on cue, his tongue poked out and licked the soft skin. They were so… velvety. Your thumb was drawn to them like a magnet, outlining their rounded shape.

“I love you,” you whispered as the pad of your thumb lightly stroked the plump skin of his bottom lip. 

A low and breathy chuckle slipped from Ethan’s lips as the corners of his mouth turned upwards, flashing you his bright, toothy smile. Your favorite sound followed by your favorite sight. His little laughs sent shivers down your spine and his beautiful smile made your heart leap. You wished he wouldn’t be so overcritical of his bright smile. 

“You love me, huh?” He sighed, lips pulling together in a teasing smirk. Goosebumps dotted your skin at the barely there feeling of his hand gliding down your side, palm landing on your hip. His fingertips softly dug into the swell, his thumb caressing your skin and allowing the faint scrape of his nail.

“Mmm,” you hummed in response as your eyes fluttered closed. 

The deduction of your vision gave rise to the heightened ability of your remaining senses. Suddenly, every touch receptor in your body was notifying you of the presence of Ethan’s hand lovingly kneading at the curved softness of your hip. Your ears centered on the barely audible, continuous cycle of his slow and deep breathing. The faint and worn smell of his woodsy cologne still lingered on his hot skin. The bed shifted slightly where Ethan was laying as you sensed him leaning forward, planting kisses on each of your closed eyelids and one on the tip of your nose. Scrunching your face with a smile, you slowly opened your eyes immediately noticing just how close Ethan’s face was to yours. You could make out every shade in the melting pot of color within his irises and count each of his long, black eyelashes. The same playful smirk was plastered on his face as he whispered his response in a gravely tone, his palm adding more pressure behind the squeezing of your hip.

“Well baby, that’s quite the relief to hear, considering I love you as well. Maybe we should date.”

“Maybe,” you giggled, once again bringing a hand up to his hair, your fingers softly digging into his thick, dark locks. Ethan’s eyes closed as a quiet, innocent groan rumbled in his throat. A similar smirk played on your own lips as you continued your taunting: “Or maybe not.”

Without missing a beat and with eyes still closed, Ethan’s hands firmly grasped your sides, easily hauling you forward, emitting a squeal from your lips. He guided you on top of him in a straddling position, the palms of your hands flying to his chest in order to keep your balance.

Immediately, you bent down to press your lips to his in a brief kiss before placing the left side of your head on his right collarbone. Your arms snaked easily around his neck, hands instantly twirling and playing with the puffs of hair on the nape of his neck. Your eyes closed as well as you listened to his steady pulse and focused on the light scratches his nails were giving your back. These sweet morning moments were few and far between, but you wished they happened everyday. With Ethan’s career and your college schedule combined, many times one of you would be gone before the other even woke up. Today, however, Ethan had the entire day off, but you still had class. You were seriously considering playing hooky for the day, but you knew Ethan wouldn’t allow it. Especially considering the struggles you’ve been known to have in certain subjects. His voice brought you back to reality the moment he noticed you beginning to slowly drift to sleep again.

“C’mon sweetheart,” he mumbled into your hair. “You gotta get to class.”

The whiny groan that  vibrated from you made Ethan’s heart melt. He lived and breathed for the many effects he had on you. That being said, he was still fully aware you had him helplessly wrapped around your finger. The idea of staying in this same position: legs twisted, arms wrapped, and faces buried as you soaked in the warmth of the other was something you both craved. It was nearly enough to break Ethan’s strength and keep you in this bed all day. Almost.

“I’m sick of it,” you muttered into his neck as your right hand traced his prominent clavicle. “You know it’s my worst class. I’m the most stressed I’ve ever been.”

Ethan’s hand rubbed your back gently in comfort as you spoke. He knew just how much you hated this class in particular. You studied yourself sick night after night, often not coming to bed before two or three in the morning. He witnessed too many tears of frustration and defeat slipping down your cheeks as you read and reread sections in your Power Points, handwritten notes, and textbooks containing the most complex information of each chapter. The immense pride he felt when you finally had a breakthrough of understanding was indescribable. 

Unfortunately, those moments of glory never came easy.

You were on the verge of one, he just knew it, but you needed to get to class to take another step towards it.

“I know you’re sick of it, but you have to go,” Ethan soothed, still rubbing circles into your lower back. “When you come home, we can come right back to this same position and stay here all weekend if you want.”

You sighed, instantly relaxing at the thought. Taking in his words, you unraveled one of your arms and reached out to press the home button of Ethan’s phone laying on his nightstand.

8:15 AM.

45 minutes until you had to leave. As you read the large, bright numbers on his screen, you felt your boyfriend’s arms wrap around your abdomen tightly in a comforting embrace as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I’m all yours the second you come back home.”

As you began weighing the pros and cons in your head, your thoughts were soon interrupted by a swift, playful slap to your backside causing you to shriek in surprise.

“Up,” Ethan commanded with a chuckle and another slap.

“Okay, okay,” you whimpered, pushing yourself off your boyfriend and onto your feet. 

You padded into your connected master suite and turned on the shower, allowing the water to heat up before poking your head out of the doorway to catch a glimpse of Ethan. His long legs were sprawled across your shared bed, one arm behind his head and the other attempting to rub the sleep from his face. You tiptoed to the edge of the bed and waited until he noticed your presence. His movements froze as he caught your eyes wandering across his torso.

“Take a picture, princess. It’ll last longer,” he teased with a raised eyebrow. 

You rolled your eyes at his tone.

“Wanna shower with me?” You asked in your sweetest voice in hopes of convincing him. 

Ethan chuckled as his arms reached over his head, proceeding to stretch out his body head to toe, making the most adorable whine as he did so. He let out a deep sigh as he propped himself up onto two elbows, causing his biceps to flex and bulge. He took his time lovingly studying your perfectly messy hair and makeup free face. You were stunning through and through in his eyes. A lazy smile crept onto his face as he noticed your eyebrow raising in response to his stare.

He untangled himself from the sheets, stood, and positioned himself directly in front of you. Before you could speak, he cupped both your cheeks and gently encouraged you forward as he tilted his head down to press his lips to yours in a sweet, leisurely kiss. Slowly pulling away, his hands floated from your cheeks to the sides of your waist.

You barely had time to register the smirk that had found its way back to his features before he was scooping you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and marching you back into the bathroom.

xx

pictures of ethan in your phone consist of:

- selfies he took from him being sick

- SLEEPY ETHAN

- candids of him smiley and giggly

- ones of y’all kissing, or maybe those silly ones when they touch tongues n’ shit (DOES THAT MAKE SENSE??)

- idk i feel like random pictures of his eyes, lips, and hands would be roaming around somewhere

- ones of y’all squeezing each other’s cheeks

- THE CUTEST/SEXIEST MIRROR SELFIES

- mirror selfies of you straddling him, with his hands on your ass

- short videos of his head on your chest, and you mindlessly playing with his hair

- probably videos of him eating your out, or sucking on your chest

- pictures of him in front of cool graffiti walls

- videos of him complimenting you, “damn baby, you look so good.”

- pictures of his “fucked out” face

- pictures you take of him when you guys go out on dates

- maybe he’s recording this time, and it’s a video of him smacking your ass and you running after him

- aW PROBABLY CUTE PICTURES OF HIM HOLDING FLOWERS OR SOMETHING

- pictures of hims grabbing your boobs

- some more smutty ones, his fingers in your mouth, him looking up at you from in between your thighs, his hands wrapped around throat etc.

- IDK IF I SAID THIS ALREADY BUT, SQUISHY ETHAN

- off guard videos of him like, “are you recording me?” aNd a soft little giggle at the end

- ugly yet cute off guard photos of him

- videos of him exposing his neck full of hickeys

- ones of you holding his hand and him looking back

- small videos of him saying “i love you.”

***

ILL MAKE ONE FOR GRAYSON SOON, AND ILL MAKE SMUT VERSIONS OF THIS FOR BOTH BOYS. ALSO PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, I LOVE WHEN YOU GUYS LEAVE COMMENTS TELLING ME HOW YOU FEEL :)

Fic Rec  July 12, 2018

None of these fics are mine unless otherwise stated, these are fics that I have read and really enjoyed and wanted to share with the rest of you

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Matters by castledolan

Choose Me by atlas-of-a-human-soul

Laugh by imaginedolanscribbles

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Shared Covers  by heathendolans

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  • This is such an important piece of writing this is how your significant other should treat you and how you should treat them

Hesitant by chaoticallyhs

My Writing

Tom Holland

Sleepy Tom (Blurb- written by me) whatmakesmehappyy

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The Cove Part 1

The Cove Part 2

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Hickey?

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Cherry Cola [G.D]

SUMMARY: When your father hires a young man to take care of your mother’s plants, he easily becomes intrigued by you and your obsession with cherries, making it his mission to fuck you in the garden that you seem to adore so much.

Words: 11.1k

Warnings: smut and maybe a small age gap idk ion say it

MOODBOARD

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Till Dawn [E.D]

Summary: A little drabble about a sleepover with Ethan.

Warnings: None besides swearing

A/N: It’s been awhile,, again!!! just a lil drabble cause (1) I really wanted a little best friend!ethan and cuddly!ethan (2) people have asked for something similar to Shared Covers !!! hopefully it makes someone happy cause it’s just what i needed lately but it’s actual trash and super lazy so I’M SORRY also i haven’t really edited this i’ll fix stuff later i really do suck i’m sorry  

Word Count: 4.5K+ || masterlist 


Ethan popped another fistful of popcorn into his wide-open mouth, jaw working away at the kernels. “You ever wonder what it’d be like to be a fish? I don’t even know if they realize how useless they are. Like, I think they forget everything in like, eight seconds or something. Imagine only accomplishing things that take eight seconds,” he philosophized from his spot on his bed, long legs stretched comfortably.

He looked good. No, he looked perfect, mouth-watering in his lazy state with his stupid disheveled hair and his stupid sweat shorts and his stupid bare chest and his stupid tattoos and his stupid jawline. It was all stupid, and it was getting stupider every day. Stupid kissable lips.

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heavy distractions (g.d.)

~This idea has been sitting in my drafts for so long, I had to dust it off and bring it to the light, lol.

***Warnings: swearing, suggestive language (? idk)

~MASTERLIST~

“I’m going to hear this damn outro in my nightmares tonight.”

Tearing yourself away from the imaginary world your favorite book had engulfed you in, you mumbled a knowing and sarcastic, ‘mhmm’ as you glanced up. Grayson was sitting in front of his iMac with his head tilted back and hands rubbing his face in exhaustion as he obnoxiously yelled, ‘BUM-BUM, BUM-BUM’ to the tune of the classic outro music playing back through the speakers. To be honest, watching the boys edit as much as you have, on top of actually watching their videos once they were posted, you were beginning to be haunted by the music yourself. 

“Someone needs a break,” you muttered in a sing song voice, flipping another page of the book you were using to occupy yourself while your boyfriend continued to edit.

According to Grayson, this particular video needed extra attention and, like the perfectionist he was, he constantly paused to give that attention to the smallest of details. Any other video of the same length would take less than half the time to put together, but both Grayson and Ethan wanted this one to be special and as close to perfect as they could get. His eyes had been focused on the massive desktop screen for hours, only looking away to take one bathroom break, throw a comment your way, or to get your opinion on the sequence he was piecing together. Your responses of, ‘holy shit Gray’ or ‘that was so beautiful’ were always followed by grunts of indecisiveness or sighs of thoughts filled with ways to change what he had just shown you.

The creaking of the desk chair broke your steady reading pace, only to find Grayson dragging his feet towards the couch you were laying on perpendicular to the editing station. He carefully lifted your stretched out legs, draping them across his lap after plopping down on the cushion next to you. He rested his head on the back of the couch with a sigh and closed his eyes while keeping a loving, firm grip on the knee and shin of your leg closest to his chest.

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dating ethan includes

- screaming lOTS of it

- begging him too grow his hair back out

- also begging him too bring the tongue ring back

- taking videos of each other sleeping

- staying up late most of the time

- breakfast dates

- doing wild things together like skydiving, or cliff jumping

- literally eVerYdAy is an adventure with him

- small, harmless pranks

- him being extra and oVerDramaTic about everything

- giving him the silent treatment when he’s being annoying as hell

- car snaps

- late night facetime calls

- him letting you braid his hair even though he “hates it”

- pouting his lips when he wants a kiss

- tiGHt as$ hugs

- taking care of him when he’s sick bc he’s always sick

- and just him being a cuddly boyfriend in general

Housewarming (E.D.)

Inspired by an ask sent to @spiffydolan a couple weeks ago  
Summary: Ethan wants to try out the bath in his new house, and smut ensues 


She was only helping Ethan set up his room and giving advice around the new house, but she’d decided moving was exhausting. Carrying boxes from room to room, deciding where the couches and beds and tables should go, and how the cupboards should be arranged. The boys did all the heavy lifting of couches and TVs, and although they asked her occasionally for an extra hand, she felt useless watching them lug furniture around the house. After asking if she could help in any other way for the seventh time, Ethan gave her the tedious job off emptying all their boxes of plates, bowls and cutlery, and arranging their kitchen for them. But she was happy to do it. At least she’d be doing something useful.  

It was now getting close to midnight, and she was sitting on their new kitchen counter, yawning and on her phone, as Grayson and Ethan readjusted the couch in the living room… again. After yelling at each other about the angle the couch should be at, and whose fault it was that they were fixing the placement for the third time, they dropped it down. She looked up from her phone. 

“Dude, I’m sweating,” Ethan said, pulling his shirt up to wipe at his face.

“Yeah, I’m done with this for today,” Grayson agreed, flopping down onto the couch, a hand on his stomach. 

Ethan looked over to his girlfriend sitting on the counter. “You wanna go to bed?” 

She nodded, jumping down. They said good night to Grayson, and walked to his new room. Earlier that day, she’d helped him fitting the pillow cases on his pillows, and arranged his pillows in the way he could never seem to do on his own. He’d started to put his clothes away, but he was missing a bedside table, so there was a lamp plugged in sitting on the floor, along with cardboard boxes containing all his things pushed against the walls. 

“It’s nice that you can have your own room again,” she said, sitting down on his bed. He and Grayson had been sharing for so long, it would be nice to have his own space again. 

Ethan nodded, looking around. He still had to work out how he wanted to decorate the walls. “Yeah, it’ll be good.”

She nodded, then fell back with another yawn, hands above her head. “I’m so tired.”

“Really?” he asked, stopping to stand in front of her. 

She moved her head to the side to see him. “Yeah. Moving is exhausting. And I’m usually in bed and asleep by midnight.”

He laughed, and she lifted her foot up to whack his thigh. “Ow!”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. “That did not hurt, Ethan.”

He smiled, then was silent for a moment. “Do you want to have a bath?”

She sat up on her arms. “What?” She shook her head, closing her eyes at how ridiculous her boyfriend was sometimes. 

He smirked and raised his eyebrow. 

Almost every time they had a bath together, which although wasn’t that often, he’d push his hair back, cheeks flushed, and complain that he was sweating because it was so hot. “You hate having baths.”

“Yeah, but I like having them with you. And I want to try the new bathroom out anyway.”

Well, how could she say no to that? She stuck her arms out, wiggling her fingers and he pulled her off the bed and into the bathroom. 

“It can be, like, a housewarming thing,” he said as they walked in and he turned on the bathroom light. 

Even though she’d seen it earlier, she took another look around. “This is really nice. So modern.”

He nodded, looking around and smiling. “Yeah, it is.” His eyes were bright, he was subconsciously smiling, his hair was down and he had three day old stubble on his cheeks and jaw. He was so candidly beautiful. 

She tilted her head to the side. “I love seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“You’re so happy. And, I don’t know…” she licked her lips. “Like, accomplished.”

He nodded. “Yeah, well I got a fucking house.

She laughed and nodded, inserting herself under his arm and wrapping her arms around his waist. “You did get a fucking house. And I think it’s a beautiful fucking house. And I’m very proud of you, and I hope you stay this happy forever.” 

Ethan smiled, moving his head down to peck her nose, then her mouth. She gave him a tight squeeze, and he thought about how lucky he was to have someone like her here with him. He was going to say something, but he knew it’d come out all sappy and cheesy, and she’s probably think it was cute but it wouldn’t do his feeling justice. So he just hugged her in return, and kissed her forehead as she pulled away. 

“So, are we getting in this bath or what?” she said, leaning over to put the plug in the drain and turn the water on. 

They didn’t have any bubble bath or fancy bath salts, so water, soap and a wash clothe was going to have to do. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and put his playlist filled with “chill” music on, resting it on the sink. They undressed themselves, and she got in first. 

“This bath is a bit bigger than your old one,” she said, as he settled in front of her, his back facing her (she had instructed him to sit this way). 

“Yeah,” Ethan agreed, with a small laugh, looking at his legs in front of him. His knees were touching the sides of the bath, but he wasn’t as cramped as he used to be. There was definitely more room. He pushed his hair back, feeling a thin layer of sweat already forming on his cheeks under his eyes. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“This water is so fucking hot,” he said, wiping his face with his hand. 

She rolled her eyes, and pushed the wash cloth under the water. “Told you you whinge every time we have a bath,” she said, shaking the cloth around under the water to get it damp. Pulling it out of the water, she touched it to his shoulders, letting the water drip down his back.  

“You just make the water too hot,” he said, putting his arms up on the edges of the tub. 

She first ran the washer over his right shoulder, gently rubbing in circles. Then she moved to his left shoulder, then the centre of his back and made her way all the way down his spine. As she lifted it back to the base of his neck again, she said, “I am proud of you, you know.” 

He let his face scrunch up because she wouldn’t be able to see his expression. With a slight shake of his head, he said, “Why do you keep saying that?”

She dipped the cloth back into the water, then rubbed down his spine as she spoke. “Because, I was just thinking today, you and Grayson have done so much and you’re so young and it’s amazing. I’m still living with my parents at home, and you’ve just bought a house, E.” She reached forward and squeezed his arm with her left hand. “I’m so proud of you.”

Ethan didn’t respond right away. The only sounds were the quiet sloshing of water every time she put the cloth back under the water and the music playing on his phone. He eventually turned his head to the side. “I love you,” Ethan said.

She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. “I love you too.” She let her head rest there for a minute, until Ethan spoke.

“Your turn.” He tucked his knees in, awkwardly manoeuvring around to face her. She followed his lead, the water sloshing against the sides of the bath and some spilling over onto the tiles. She hugged her knees to her chest, but Ethan pulled her back towards him. Nestled with her back against his chest, sitting in between his legs. 

“Thought it was my turn,” she pouted, turning her head to look up at him. His warm eyes, his dark lashes, the stubble all over his jaw, the black studs in his ears, his damp skin, the way his wet hair was curling against his face. 

“It is,” he insisted, pulling her tighter against him. She relaxed, leaning back and into him, closing her eyes. His arms were firm around her waist, lips sponging kisses to her shoulder. The moment could not get anymore perfect. 

She lifted his arms to rest across her chest, so she could hold onto his forearms and rest her head on his bicep. He slid down so they sunk deeper into the water. She closed her eyes. They were so still and so close, she could feel his heart beating.  

She didn’t realise she was falling asleep until his right arm slid down, across her stomach, to her thigh. His thumb started moving firmly back and forth, inching closer and closer to her inner thigh. She put her hand on top of his much larger one.

“Ethan.” 

He hummed in response, his whole hand moving to the inside of her thigh, fingers ghosting over the back of her leg. Her stomach flipped. She opened her eyes slowly, seeing his right leg bent up against the side of the tub, securing her between his legs. Ignoring his grip on her leg, she reached her hand out to settle on his thigh. She was too tired for whatever he had in mind, so traced his tattoos with her finger in an attempt to distract herself from Ethan gently squeezing her leg.  

Being so intimate and close to the most beautiful girl he knew, rubbing her leg while her fingers innocently ran over all his tattoos, was beginning to take effect on Ethan. She sat herself up slightly, and her lower back rubbed against his growing boner. He let out a low sigh in her ear. 

“Ethan,” she repeated softly. Although she’d tried to fight it, she was starting to throb, his low voice being the tipping point. 

Hearing his name from her lips only encouraged Ethan to continue. His fingers ran up the side of her inner thigh, and the muscles in her thighs involuntarily twitched. His fingers found her clit, pressing down softly.

Her eyes closed again, and she turned her head into his left arm, still holding her tight to his body. A shiver ran up her neck. “Oh my god, Ethan.”

Ethan moved his fingers up to her stomach, down to her core, and back up again. She breathed deeply, and bit her lip, trying not to make any noises. His long fingers found her clit again, her body jolting forward as he began rubbing around in slow circles. In trying to conceal any noise, she let out an embarrassing squeak. 

“I want to hear you.”

She was going to protest. She was going to say that despite the closed door and music, Grayson would hear them. But Ethan’s finger slipped inside her, and an involuntary moan left her throat instead. 

“Relax,” he said, as she clenched around his finger. She opened her eyes again, eyes focusing on Ethan’s hand buried between her legs, a few veins sticking out, and if she wasn’t so distracted by his touch, she’d think about how hot this was. She thought it was strange how she could be so attracted to a hand. 

As he gently spread her entrance and insert another finger, another moan left her throat, and she sighed, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder, letting out an “E.” 

The palm of her right hand was digging into his thigh, her fingers bent and shaking slightly. He leaned his head down, soft lips attaching to her neck. His tongue rubbed against her neck as he sucked on the delicate skin. 

Her toes were tingling and her thighs were twitching, and with his mouth on her neck, she knew she was close. 

“Do you feel good?” he asked, leaving a line of kisses up to her ear.  

She nodded, swallowing through her heavy breaths. He curled his fingers up inside her. “Yes, E, yes.” Her nails dug into his thigh, and lightly scratched towards his hip. 

“Are you gonna come, baby?” He hummed in her ear, making that feeling in the pit of her stomach grow even faster. 

“Uh huh,” she said through rapid breaths. His fingers kept sliding in and out of her, pressing up against her warm walls. She bit her lip, trying to remain quiet as that feeling in the pit of her stomach spread through out her whole body. She clenched around his fingers, and he slowed down his movements as her hips rose to meet the rhythm of his hand. 

He kept his fingers tucked inside her until she stopped softly moaning and pulsing around him. She laid completely still in his arms, and he continued sponging kisses along her shoulder, as her breathing returned to normal. 

Ethan slowly pulled his fingers out of her, lovingly rubbing over her a final time before returning his right arm around her waist. She finally opened her eyes again, blinking a few time to adjust to the bright bathroom, in direct contrast to the darkness behind her eye lids. As she came down from her high, she became increasingly aware of Ethan’s hard dick pressing into her back. 

As carefully as she could, not to hurt him, she rolled over and looked at him. As if she had forgotten, she was hit with just how gorgeous he was. An overwhelming sense of love spread around her chest, and she wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel. 

Her eyes lingered on his face for a few long moments, and he looked down at her with heavy eyelids and puffy lips. He was pure sex. 

She slid her hand down his chest and stomach, and then her fingers up the underside of his shaft. His hands squeezed her hips and he closed his eyes when she her hand tightened around him. 

“Let’s go back to your room,” she said softly, running her thumb over his tip, causing his eyes to close, before pulling her hand away. She stood up, hands on the side of the bath, and shook her foot over the water before putting it down on the tiles. 

Ethan quickly followed her, reaching over to pull the plug out, then got out, not having the same consideration for trying not to drip water all over the bathroom floor that she had. His priorities were elsewhere. 

He grabbed the towels off the sink; handed one to her, and wrapped the other around his waist, then led the way to his room. He shut the door behind them, dropping his towel on the floor. She climbed on to his bed and unwrapped the towel from around her body as he crawled over to her. He situated himself in between her thighs and she put her arm around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. Their skin was still damp.  

She moaned into his mouth, and the sound travelled through his body and straight to his dick. It was starting to get torturous. 

She reached her hand down, guiding him to enter her. His eyes fluttered shut as he slipped inside her, a low hum coming from his throat. Her hands tangled in his hair, pushing it off his face and tugging on it. 

His heart was racing, and she felt so good, he dropped his head down. “Fuck.”

With their chests touching, hearts beating hard against each other, he rolled his hips into hers over and over and over again, kissing her and letting her suck on his neck. 

“I’m gonna come,” he said in a strained voice. 

She moaned in response, pulling on his hair again, tilting his head back. His eyebrows were scrunched up, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, eyes fluttering open and closed again. She could’ve come a second time just looking at his face. 

She lifted her hips to meet his as his movements got slower and deeper. His mouth fell open, and with a series of groans, he was coming inside her. 

His arms gave out, and he let some of his weight fall on top of her. Amid their heavy, deep breathing, she kissed his stubbly cheek and jaw. 

“I love you,” he said, turning her head with his hand to look at him, and give her a sloppy kiss. 

“I love you,” she sighed, a lazy smile forming on her lips.

Ethan slowly lifted himself off her, reaching across to grab the towel at the edge of the bed to clean themselves up. He then stood up, walking over to his wardrobe and pulled out some of his underwear and a hoodie, while she got her own underwear from her bag on the floor. As she stepped into it, Ethan threw his hoodie towards her onto the bed. She smiled and reached over for it, slipping the soft material over her head. The arms were far too big on her, because this hoodie was even oversized on Ethan, but it was warm and comfy and Ethan’s, and that’s all that mattered. 

With only a pair of underwear adorning his body, he jumped back onto his bed, next to his girlfriend. She smiled at him, shuffling to lie down, tucking her arm under the pillow. 

Her body felt weak, eyes heavy, and her thighs kept twitching, like after shocks coursing through her body, but all in the best way. 

She curled into the pillows beneath her head, and her exhaustion from earlier crept over her again. “I’m sleepy.”

Ethan smiled, exhaling through his nose, as he rolled over on to his side to face her. Her hand immediately snaked over his chest, then up to his cheek, which she stroked with her thumb. He watched her intently, dark lashes framing his brown eyes. Her eyes were falling closed and the time it took for her to open them again increased with every blink. She let her hand slide down his arm to wrap around his stomach.   

“I do like your room, babe,” she said, cuddling into him. “And your house.”

His arm snaked around her, hand resting on top of her ass. “It’s been a good first few days.” He gently squeezed her bum. “I really like having my own room again.”

If her eyes were open, she would have rolled them. “Shut up,” she said, voice muffled by her face nuzzled into Ethan’s chest. He gave her a little laugh, then shifted under her to turn the lamp off, sending the room into darkness. 

It was completely silent, until Ethan’s voice softly broke it. “Y/n?”

She was half asleep, but she managed to hum. “M hm?”

There was another pause. All she could was his heart and his breathing, and the distant, muffled noise of Grayson’s music. “Thank you for everything today. I’m- really lucky to have you.”

She snuggled deeper into him and hummed again. “I’m lucky to have you.”

Ethan smiled. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” 

That’s What They All Say

I don’t even know what this is other than not good ok read at your own risk

Summary: When you get bored at your friends’ house and start looking for ways to occupy yourself on your phone, your innocent texting gives Grayson an idea.

Word Count: 2,566

Warnings: it’s not like full on smut but its kinda saucy; not good

“I’m so bored,” Grayson said as you sat with him on their living room couch, watching Ethan play Fortnite.

“Same,” you sighed. When the twins had asked you to hang out, you didn’t envision lazing around all day watching them play video games.

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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS? - ETHAN DOLAN *SMUT*

Warnings: daddy kink, smut

Song: power trip - j Cole

Requested! You and Ethan lied in your bed as you both watched the tv in your room quietly. You were both tangled in the bed sheets as the movie baby driver flashed on the screen in front of you. You both had watched this movie before but it didn’t take away the fact that it was an amazing movie. You were both laying next to each other, a bowl on popcorn separated you two. You and Ethan had been friends since you were young but after you guys grew up, you both kind of agreed on being friends, but with benefits. You could both still hang out, but you both could still have fun in bed, no strings attached. At least that’s what you both thought.
Ethan’s hand came between you two as he moved the bowl of popcorn,
“You know, I’m getting kinda tired of this movie.” He slid his hand up your thigh, “maybe we could do something else a bit more entertaining?” He smirked as he gave you a look. He lightly flipped on top of you, grinding down as he brought you into a rough kiss. You kissed back with the same amount of roughness, neediness, passion. You tongues danced together as everything went by way too fast, just like every other time you and Ethan did something sexual together. He was always so needy and you couldn’t blame him, you were too. But something just didn’t feel the same anymore. You felt like every time you hung out, you fell more and more for his deep brown eyes. You moaned as he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck, coming back to reality.
“E-Ethan.” You stuttered as he hummed against your neck. He continued his movements as you cocked your head back, giving him more access to your neck. He slowly sucked on your collar bone as he paused to lift your shirt over your head. He massaged your left breast with his left hand through your black bra as his right hand reached behind you to unclasp it. His soft hands slowly slid your straps off your shoulders, discarding your bra as he hungrily attacked your right nipple, making you gasp. His soft hands roamed your body as he bit and flicked your nipple with his tongue. It hardened under his touch as you felt his painful hard on against your leg through his now tight jeans. Your hands reached down, tugging at his shirt until he reached up and took it off quickly, revealing his toned chest that pressed against your stomach. He switched nipples as you moaned quietly, watching him work lightly to pleasure you. Your nails raked up his muscular back lightly as he sucked on your nipple. Ethan groaned into your skin as he trailed wet kisses down your stomach, keeping his eyes on yours. His deep brown eyes were hooded and filled with lust, his neediness was radiating off his body as his large hands pulled your shorts and panties down with one tug.
“Ethan!” You moaned unexpectedly as his tongue dived into your core. He rested your thighs over his shoulders as he moved his tongue against your walls. You gripped at his thick hair, feeling him moan against your entrance.
“You taste so good baby girl.” Ethan praised as he licked a stripe up your core to pay attention to your throbbing clit. He wrapped his plump lips around your clit and sucked lightly as he poked his middle finger at your entrance. He slowly slid it in as he immediately rubbed the pad on his finger against your g-spot making your hips buck. He looked up at you with a smirk, god, he was so cocky when it came to knowing how to pleasure you. You gripped the bed sheets as he returned his warm mouth to your clit, slowly adding another finger as he pumped them in and out of you. His biceps flexed, the veins in his arms protruding as he pleasured you. He rubbed your g-spot with the pads of his fingers as you clenched around him tightly.
“Don’t stop, Ethan!” You moaned, pulling at his hair. You felt Ethan smirk against your clit as he sucked harshly, wiggling his fingers deeply inside you. You began to convulse around his fingers as he prodded at your g-spot over and over.
“Oh my gosh, E.” you moaned as he flicked his tongue across your swollen clit repeatedly. You bucked your hips in hope for more as Ethan pumped his middle and ring finger in and out of you at an inhuman pace. You clenched around his fingers, pulling at his hair as you lifted your hips off the bed, grinding into his face. He hummed on your clit as his eyes gazed up to meet yours. Your head flew back against the pillows as you moaned, his fingers curling inside you. Ethan slowed his pace as he eventually discarded his fingers from you. You whined at the loss of contact, you were so close. Ethan licked up your slit, collected your juices. He hummed in satisfaction as he slowly came up to hover above you,
“Suck baby.” He demanded, shoving his fingers in your mouth. You obliged and sucked roughly on his fingers as he watched you, his mouth hung open. A deep groan emitted his mouth as you swirled your tongue around his fingers. He hummed, “I would love to feel your mouth around my cock but I can’t wait any longer.” Ethan groaned, flipping off the bed as he discarded his tight jeans and boxers, his cock stood hard and red. You slowly crawled to the end of the bed as you lapped up the pre cum that dripped from the tip. Ethan’s cock twitched as you slowly wrapped your mouth around the tip, taking him all the way. Ethan’s eyes bored into yours as his mouth hung open, his breathing uneven as you got his cock ready for you. Ethan laced his fingers through your hair as he took you off his cock, laying you down.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Ethan spoke deeply as he hovered over you, rubbing his cock over your clit. You moaned lightly, impatience took over as he rubbed his cock against your slit. Ethan’s teeth clenched as he entered himself inside you slowly. You moaned as you immediately clenched around him from pleasure. Ethan moaned deeply as he began thrusting deeply into you. The sheets were tangled underneath you two as the sunset lit the room. The television was now in the back of your mind as Ethan fucked you roughly. His hips bucked into yours, causing the bed to creak with every thrust as you clawed at the bed sheets. Your thighs clapped together as he moaned,
“You’re always so tight, y/n. Holy shit.” Ethan groaned through gritted teeth as he pushed himself deeper inside you.
“Fuck me harder, daddy.” You moaned as Ethan got taken aback by the name.
“H-how’d you know?” Ethan suddenly stilled. You smirked,
“We’re best friends, we know everything about each other.” Ethan’s eyes darkened as he began thrusting faster inside of you,
“You have no idea what you got yourself into.” Ethan growled as he pushed you farther on the bed so he was able to kneel at the end. His hips snapped into yours roughly as he pinned your hands above your head. You moaned loudly as Ethan grunted with every thrust,
“What’s my name?” Ethan smirked.
“Daddy!” You screamed as he thrusted deeper with every moan. Ethan groaned loudly as his hips rolled into yours, sweat forming on his forehead and chest. His body glistened as his hands quickly moved to your hips. He lifted your hips up slightly as he continued his hard thrusts deep inside you. You screamed unexpectedly as he found your g-spot. He hung his head back, moaning as you clenched around him. His biceps flexed harshly as he pounded into you. He slowly leaned over you as he began sucking roughly on your neck. Your hands flew to his muscular back as you clawed at him. Ethan moaned in your ear, reaching a hand down to toy with your clit.
“You gonna cum for daddy?” Ethan edged you on as you moaned louder. “You gonna cum all over my hard cock?”
“Yes daddy!” You moaned loudly as you bucked your hips into his. Your thighs began to shake around his as he quickly grabbed the back of your knees, spreading your legs wider for him. You cursed loudly as he thrusted deeper inside you, his hips slapping the back of your thighs. You moaned uncontrollably as Ethan fucked you into next week.
“Come on baby girl, I know you’re close.” Ethan groaned as he rubbed your clit with his thumb roughly. You began convulsing around his hard cock, clenching tightly as he groaned. He hit your g-spot over and over as your legs began shaking.
“I’m gonna cum daddy!” You screamed, clenching around him as hard as you could, cumming around his cock. Your hips lifted off the bed as he kept rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly, clawing at the sheets beneath you. Your hips began to stutter from over sensitivity as Ethan pulled out, jerking himself off. You quickly got on your knees as you swatted his hand away and began bobbing your head up and down on his cock, sucking roughly. Ethan began moaning louder as he grabbed your hair and started fucking your mouth. His hips thrusted roughly into your mouth as he chased his high. You ran your tongue across the underside of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” His abs clenched as his cock twitched in your mouth. You made eye contact with him as he threw his head back and moaned loudly, cumming deep in your throat. You swallowed every last drop as you kept sucking and hollowing your cheeks. His hips bucked sensitively as you let off his cock, lightly sucking the tip before letting him go.
“You’re so good to me.” Ethan groaned, going to the edge of the bed to toss you your clothes and get his. You forced a smile as you thought back about how you guys were just friends. You got dressed as you lied back in bed as Ethan joined you.
“Y/n.” Ethan got your attention as he lied beside you. You looked over at him and raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘what?’.
“I’ve just been thinking…” he trailed off, “this is going to sound so stupid.” He covered his face.
“Ethan, it’s okay. It’s not like we just met yesterday.” You reassured him as you rubbed his shoulder.
“Okay you’re right.” He sighed. “I just-” he took a deep breath. “I like you, like, more than friends with benefits. I want to be able to call you mine.” Ethan let out in one breath as he studied your face for any sign of disagreement.
“Ethan, I feel the same way.” You smiled, turning to face him.
“Really?” Ethan’s face lit up as a smile grew on his face.
“Yes, really! You goof.” You lightly slapped him as he pulled you in for a small hug. He held you there in his arms for a few minutes before pulling away.
“Can I kiss you?” Ethan asked nervously. You giggled at his sudden shyness.
“Ethan it’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”
“I know but like, it’s different now. We’re dating now.” He smiled shyly as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. You could get used to this.

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take me there (g.d.)

~I saw Gray post this on his snapchat (graysondolan) and got inspired to write a cute lil blurb. This is the first thing I’ve written about Grayson, so I’m pretty excited. It’s just off the top of my head. I hope you enjoy!! :)

As always, please forgive any mistakes you might see.

**(No warnings. Just a lil fluff is all. xx)**

I’m actually gonna kill him,” you mumbled to yourself as you swatted another mosquito invading your personal space. All you wanted was to locate your best friend and get to the bottom of his weird behavior without being attacked by insects every thirty seconds. 

He’d been acting so strange the past couple days and neither you, nor his twin brother could pinpoint exactly why. He seemed too far lodged in his head; alone with his cyclone of thoughts. Grayson was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve per say, but he never did develop the toxic habit of shutting you or Ethan out when he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent himself. You desperately wanted to help your best friend, which is why you immediately jumped in the car to find him when you saw the recent addition to his Snapchat story captioned, “Thinkin spot”. You knew exactly where it was, having been there yourself many times. 

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sex w/ grayson includes

- scratch marks for sURE

- hickeys all over both bodies

- him biting his lip when he feels like he’s moaned too much

- forehead piled with sweat

- whINING WHEN HE REACHES HIS HIGH

- loTS of grunting

- his face scrunching up bc you feel so good

- constant changes of speed

- “i love you so fucking much”

- heavy breathing

- tight grips

- his voice sometimes cracking when he moans

- “goddamn”

- his hair sticking to his forehead from all the sweat

- holding you tight when he releases

- liTERALLY FALLING ASLEEP RIGHT AFTER

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In Love (E.D.)

Requested by: @t-rexexcuse hope this is what you wanted :)

Kind of feel like this could have a part 2? We’ll see…

Summary: Ethan realises he’s in love with his best friend

Warnings: none

Originally posted by punishmedolans

Ethan, his brother and y/n were sitting around a fire in the forest near their house, wrapped in snow jackets and fuzzy blankets, their faces numb and fingers stiff from the chill in the air. They’d known y/n for years, and she was one of Ethan’s best friends.

The trio had been outside for hours, talking about people they knew, telling ghost stories, possible YouTube videos for their channel, discussing whether people are inherently good or bad, star gazing. Everything, really.

Y/n grabbed the last marshmallow from the bag they’d brought outside and stuck it on the top of her stick, holding it over the fire.

Grayson checked the time then sat forward in his chair, placing his hands on his knees as he said, “I’m gonna head inside. It’s pretty late.”

She looked up at him as he stood with a groan, stretching his arms above his head. “Good night, Gray,” she said with a small smile, lifting her hand up to him.

“Night guys,” he replied, taking her hand in his for a quick squeeze, then started heading back to the house.

Y/n stared into the fire, twisting the stick in her hands around, trying to evenly roast her marshmallow. Ethan watched her hands, almost completely covered by her sweater and jacket, as they fiddled with the wood, and the side of her face, half in shadow, the other painted with an orange glow. He slumped down onto his chair, fingers laced and resting on his chest, head on the back rest, as he just watched his friend and let the moment sink in. Her hair was in a messy low ponytail, her head peeking out from the mountain of clothes and blankets covering her body, eyes glistening in the light from the fire. She was beautiful.

She glanced over at him and laughed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” he replied playfully, shaking his head and avoiding her eyes.

She rolled her eyes, smiling to herself as her gaze returned to the fire. She lifted the stick to inspect the progress her marshmallow. It was slightly charred, but overall a nice brown.

She blew on it lightly and held it out to Ethan, “Here, you have it. I’ve eaten way too many.”

Ethan sat up, leaned forward and pulled it off the stick with his teeth, immediately burning his mouth as the gooey mess settled on his tongue. He put his head back, opening his mouth, “Holy shit, that’s so hot.”

“Why’d you eat it like that, you idiot?” She laughed. “I was holding it out for you to take it.”

Ethan eventually swallowed it, shaking his hands and scrunching his face up in the process.

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic, Ethan,” she teased, rolling her eyes again as she settled back into her seat, as he stuck his tongue out, moaning about the burn.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, also leaning back into his chair, “You love me.”

She looked over, smirking. She brought her knees up to her chest, and rested her cheek on top of her knees, closing her eyes.

Everything was completely silent except for the crackle of the fire and the occasional noise of an insect or animal. The fire was slowly starting to dwindle, the flames getting smaller, turning into a glowing orange pile in the pit. Ethan looked up at the moon, almost full, and the white dots sprawled across the dark sky, then back at his best friend. This moment couldn’t get anymore perfect.

He didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to spend so much time alone with her. They’d been friends for years and he’d never felt like this before. He’d felt this feeling before with other girls, but it couldn’t be for the same reason. Y/n had always been there to support him and his brother, whether it be in person, or texting and FaceTiming until the early hours in the morning because of time differences. She’d comforted him when he was upset, and was his rock when he felt like he was losing his mind amongst the stress of living in LA, maintaining a YouTube channel, family life and having millions of eyes always on him. She was always gentle with him, even when he was fuming or seemed hysterical, and knew exactly what he needed to hear and do. She just calmed him in a way Grayson couldn’t.

Still, he couldn’t work out why he’d been thinking about her so much lately. And why he was remembering things he’d never thought of twice at the time. Like all the times she’d kissed him on the cheek for his birthday and on holidays, and the times she’d walk up behind him and hug his waist, resting her head on his back until he lifted his arm to wrap around her. Or the times they’d share a little smile if someone said something stupid, or the way she’d play with his hair when they were cuddled on the couch or on his bed watching a movie. But Ethan was sure she must have done that with all her friends… right? What made him think he was so special?

“E?” Her quiet voice broke his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“I’m falling asleep, and I’m cold” she mumbled. When he didn’t reply, she continued. “I think I’m gonna go to bed, okay?”

Ethan’s heart fell. He didn’t want this night to ever end. But he knew he was grasping at thin air, and there was nothing he could do to drag it out any longer. “Okay,” he simply said.

She shuffled in her seat, and stood, pulling her sleeves further down her wrists and tightening the blanket wrapped around her body.

Ethan stood, following her, not wanting her to walk back by herself in the dark. Especially because the ground was wet and slippery. “Hold on, I’ll come with you,” he muttered. He put the fire out, and grabbed his own blanket, as they started walking back to the house. They walked in silence, side by side. Watching her smaller body walk beside his, he had an overwhelming urge to put his arm around her and guide her back to the house. For her to rest her head on his chest and sleepily lean into him as they trudged through the frosty grass. The thought of it made his heart beat faster.

They walked inside, sighing in relief at the sudden temperature change. He turned around to lock the door, his blanket slipping off his shoulder in the process.

Ethan turned around and y/n reached an arm to pull the blanket back around his shoulder. She looked up at him, and he subconsciously bit his lower lip. She smiled and let her arm drop down his arm. “Good night E.”

He didn’t know what came over him in the next few moments, but he couldn’t help himself, leaning forward to wrap his arms around her in a hug. She giggled, slightly taken aback by his sudden display of affection, but squeezed him back all the same.

It felt right.

“Good night y/n,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of her head, and then another to her cheek as he pulled away.

She pursed her lips, fighting back a smile, and squinted her eyes at Ethan, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him. Maybe the second kiss was excessive. Fuck, why did he kiss her twice? Why did he kiss her at all?

If she thought he was being weird, she didn’t mention it or let it show, instead gently squeezing his hand. “Good night,” she said a final time before walking away to the guest room in their house.

As she walked away, leaving him with butterflies from her tender hand squeeze, and a heavy heart because he wanted her to stay with him all night, he finally realised what was happening.

He was in love with his best friend.