Summary:Based on Aladdin. Reader is the princess who wants nothing more than to escape the reality, and Ethan is the street urchin. Word Count: 2,701 Warnings: None. A/N: I don’t know why this just came to my mind but I suddenly started imagining Ethan as Aladdin and I couldn’t keep the ideas from blooming. I need help. I also need Ethan in a vest, poofy pants and a little hat. (Title from if I could I would feel nothing by blackbear)
You knew that you had to marry a prince one day, being a princess made it kind of your destiny. But you didn’t expect it to be so soon, and that’s why you felt like someone had smacked you across the cheek when your father, the Sultan, had called you in. There, he had told you about your dreaded future plans and that had sent you in a small state of panic. You had protested, even begged him to let you find your own prince in your own pace. But your pleas fell on deaf ears so you did what any reasonable human being did; you packed up an ran away.
The long brown robe you had thrown on made it difficult to climb up the large tree, but you managed to get over the fence of the palace. Looking back on the place you had called home for as long as you could remember, you felt a lump form in your throat at the thought of leaving it and leaving your father. Not too long ago, you had both lost your mother and the country had lost their queen to a viscious accident that left everyone mourning. Since then, it had only been you and your father taking care of each other. He’d absolutely lose it if he searched the palace only to find out that you’d escaped.
state of grace is a fucking undervalued song like FIRST of all….. the drums…………… the guitar in the beginning…… she’s painting a picture, a mood and she hasn’t even started SINGING yet like tell me that the beginning instrumentals of the song doesn’t just awaken a feeling deep inside you…. TELL ME….. and then the lyrics god damn i could go on forever “i’m walking fast through the traffic lights, busy streets and busy lives and all we know is touch and go” “we are alone with our changing minds, we fall in love till it hurts or bleeds or fades in time” “we are alone just you and me, up in your room and our slates are clean, just twin fire signs, four blue eyes” “so you were never a saint and i’ve loved in shades of wrong, we learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts, but this love is brave AAAND wiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiIIIIILLLLLLLDDDDDD” like tell me that that line, the way it crescendos, doesn’t make you fall out of your chair every damn time because im literally DECEASED and then the background vocals during the chorus the “oh oh, oh oh ohwoahohohoh” you know what the fuck im talking about and then…… the softness……. the change of pace…. “this is a state of grace….. this is the worthwhile.. fight….. love is a ruthless gaaAame unless you play it good and right…. these are the hands of faaaaaaaAAAAte…. you’re my achilles heeeEEel…… this is the golden age of something good and right and…. real” and then it gets even SOFTER and you can feel taylor’s emotion through the words and she’s like “and i never….. saw you comiiiiiiiiIIiiIiiiiiiIIIIIIIIiiing…..” and then the guitar COMES THE HELL BACK AND THE DRUMS AND THEN ITS ALMOST CARTHATIC AND “I’LL NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (BUH BUH BUH BUH BUH BUH BUH) BE THE SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAaAAaAAaAAAAME OOOOOOOOHWOAAAAHHHHH” like listen to that song and tell me that it isn’t one of the god damn most releasing songs in the world, that it doesn’t make you feel FREE at the end, that it doesn’t fucking MOVE you
A/N:This is a little fic about Rafael and his family. He has 3 children with you but you’re starting to see a pattern regarding who always plays good cop and who plays the bad cop! Thank you @minidodds for your help, as always!
Teeth gritted and fists clenched, you did you best to keep your patience as your daughter screamed like a banshee in the aisle of the supermarket. Her twin sister hid behind her father’s leg as you attempted to calm the five year old with a toddler strapped to your chest.
“No, Serena, you can’t have another bar of chocolate, we have enough at home!” Your patience was certainly being put to the test today.
“But I want THIS one!” your daughter screamed back at you.
You looked pleadingly at Rafael, who looked away from you guiltily, without offering any assistance. If he had had his way, Serena would have five candy bars in her fat little fists.
“I said no! You remember what the dentist said, you eat too much chocolate. We’re not buying any more.”
Snatching the bar out of your daughter’s hand, you shoved it back on the shelf, letting her father deal with his wailing daughter.
“I hate you!” Serena’s words echoed in your ears as you pushed the shopping cart down the aisle. Her words shot daggers through your heart.
Thinking back to all the times you and Rafael had laughed at parents with their devil spawns throwing tantrums in public places, you grimaced, never once imaging that you would become one of them.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Serena fling herself into her father’s arms. “Papi!” she sobbed into this shirt.
You turned and walked further away, out of earshot, pulling relevant items off the shelves and forcefully shoving them into the cart.
Summary: Grayson and reader are best friends who have feelings for each other blahblahblah
Note: This is my first imagine ever, and I only wrote it because the concept has been nagging at my brain for like 3 days so please bear with me. I’m sorry the ending sucks, I couldn’t think of anything better. This is precisely why I don’t write. Anyway, hope you enjoy somewhat lmao. PS - sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, it’s 1AM
You laid in the hotel bed staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of Grayson’s loud snoring. You glanced at the digital clock sitting on the bedside table. 3:47AM. You had been in bed since 10:30PM, and you had yet to fall asleep. Ethan and Grayson had gotten to the hotel room around midnight, and they both immediately passed out, exhausted from their show. You were just as exhausted as them, but your thoughts wouldn’t let you sleep. All you could think about was how out of control your feelings for Grayson had gotten.
You had met Grayson at a Starbucks in New Jersey about a year ago. You were standing in front of him and Ethan in a line that trailed out of the coffee shop and into the street. You waited for what felt like hours for your caramel frappuccino. Turns out, Grayson had ordered the same thing, so your drinks came out at around the same time. As you both went to grab your drinks, Grayson pulled out his phone and held the camera out in front of the two of you. You had no idea what was going on until he said, “Selfieeee,” and snapped a picture. You laughed, still confused as to what had just transpired. He clarified that his brother had dared him to do it, and he thanked you for being a good sport about it. You two clicked, and you had been best friends ever since.
However, somewhere along the way, your feelings for Grayson had changed. You almost didn’t notice it. In fact, it was Ethan who pointed it out to you. It was 1:30AM on a summer night. You were in the living room of the twins’ apartment, cleaning up the popcorn that you and Grayson had pelted at each other about 10 minutes before. Grayson had gone to take a shower to get all of the butter and salt off of his body. You were smiling to yourself while cleaning. Ethan, who was straightening up the couch cushions, noticed. “God, when are you guys just going to tell each other?” he muttered. You crinkled your eyebrows in confusion. “Tell each other what,” you asked. Ethan gave you the side eye and began explaining. “You guys totally have a thing for each other, Y/N. Don’t try to deny it because anyone with eyes can see it. You both light up when you’re around each other. It’s obvious there is something there,” he finished, exasperated. You had never thought about it. You had always thought that Grayson was just your best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t realize until that moment that your feelings towards Grayson really had changed. Was Ethan right about him feeling the same?
You were startled out of your daze when Grayson let out an extra loud snore. You laid in bed for a few more minutes until, finally, you sat up and decided to go take a walk on the beach. You swapped out your long pajama pants for a pair of Nike shorts. As you were about to leave, you heard a whisper. “Where are you going, Y/N,” Grayson asked, his voice hoarse from the deep sleep he had previously been in. “I think I’m going to go take a walk on the beach,” you whispered, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Grayson quickly jumped up and slipped on a shirt. “I’m coming with you,” he said. You didn’t object.
You both headed out the door and made your way down the long hallway leading to the elevator. When it finally opened, you hopped in and pressed the button that would take you to the lobby. Grayson had been silent the whole time, and you didn’t intend on breaking it, as it was a peaceful silence. The elevator opened, and the two of you made your way through the lobby and out the door leading to the beach. As you approached the cool sand, you removed your flip flops. You and Grayson began walking down the beach, your arms swinging. Occasionally, his hand would brush against yours, and you would contemplate grabbing it. Ultimately, you decided against it, remembering that the two of you were just friends.
You were dragged out of your thoughts of unreciprocated feelings by the devil himself. He was pulling on your arm, urging you to get in the water with him. “Absolutely not,” you said sternly, “I don’t fuck with the ocean.” It was true, you were afraid of the ocean. You didn’t even want to imagine what kind of scary creatures there were lurking around underwater, especially at night. “Come on, Y/N,” Grayson insisted, “when are you ever going to look back and remember the time you DIDN’T come night swimming with me?” You sighed deeply and let out a quiet, “Never.” “What was that,” Grayson joked. “Never,” you admitted grumpily. “Well then, let’s go,” Grayson said, tugging on your arm once more. “Wait, I don’t have a swim suit, Gray,” you said, hoping this would get you out of your predicament. “You’re not getting out of this that easily, Y/N. Just go in your bra and underwear. Come on, it’ll be fun.” With that, he stripped down to his boxers and took off into the water. You were about to give in and start stripping when you realized you weren’t wearing a bra. After a five minute battle with your conscience, you finally decided to just go for it. You removed your shirt and shorts, hoping Grayson wouldn’t look until you were completely submerged in the ocean water. Luckily, he didn’t.
You waded out to where Grayson was standing, the water reaching just under his chest. For you, this meant the water was right under your chin. He turned around when he heard you behind him. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” he asked, looking back at the sky. You realized you were so distracted by your insecurity that you barely noticed the full moon glistening over the ocean water. You gaped at the sight. “It’s stunning,” you muttered in awe. Grayson was smiling. In fact, he was smiling so big that you just had to ask, “What are you smiling about, Gray?” He breathed a happy sigh, “I’m just really content with my life right now, ya know?” “What do you mean,” you asked, genuinely curious. “I’m traveling the world with my twin brother and my favorite girl and meeting so many fans while doing it. What more could I ask for,” he questioned, gazing at the moon. “Not much, I guess,” you said jokingly. He chuckled. As you stared at Grayson, who was still admiring the full moon with a ghost of a smile on his face, you realized just how much you truly loved him.
Before you could say anything, Grayson spoke. “I never want this to end,” he whispered. You were confused as to what he meant. “Do you mean tour,” you asked. “No,” he said, turning to look at you, “I mean this. Right here, right now. I have a beautiful view and a beautiful girl in front of me. I never want this to end.” You smiled up at him, hoping the dark sky would hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. You reached up and latched your arms around his neck. You could tell he was surprised to feel your naked chest against him, but he didn’t mind. You laid your head on his chest as he tangled his hands in your wet hair. You gently rocked back and forth, making ripples in the water. After awhile, you felt his heartbeat pick up, and he started to speak.
“Hey, Y/N,” he whispered, his heart beating faster by the minute. “Yeah, Gray,” you asked quietly. “I love you,” he uttered, looking at you, “I mean I really love you. I think about you every second of everyday. I can’t seem to shift my thoughts to anything other than your beautiful smile, or your contagious laugh, or your Y/E/C eyes that I could just get lost in. You have me smiling every second that I’m with you, and I’ve never had that with anyone else. I know we’re supposed to be best friends, but God, I love you, Y/N.” You smiled up at him and whispered, “I love you, too, Grayson.”