grayson dolan oneshot

Tongue (Ethan)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

You laid back on your shared bed with your boyfriend, Ethan, scanning aimlessly through your phone. When you had texted Ethan on your way home from the airport he had told you he was out filming something with Grayson.  Neither of you had seen each other in two weeks since you’d come back from your family vacation. You had originally planned to come home a day later but you wanted to surprise Ethan by choosing to come home a little earlier instead. You waited impatiently, tapping your fingers against your thigh until your heart began to pound in your chest at the sound of the apartment door opening and closing. Heavy footsteps shuffled in followed by two familiar voices.

“Dude I think she’s gonna hate it.” You heard Ethan’s laugh and it automatically made your heart sing even though you were questioning what the hell he’d gotten himself into now. You couldn’t leave Ethan or Grayson alone for more than five minutes before one of them was hurting themselves or doing something they’d likely regret later on.

“Maybe she’ll think it’s kind of kinky.” Grayson replied. You heard a smack followed by a loud “Ow!” You narrowed your eyes. What the hell were they talking about? You shook your head and contemplated coming out of the bedroom until you heard Ethan’s footsteps trudging down the hall.

“I’m taking a nap bro. I’m beat.”

The door swung open and Ethan stopped dead, stumbling backwards, clutching his chest with widened eyes.

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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.

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Sun Up (Grayson)

The sun pushing it’s way up into the early morning sky awoke you from your slumber. A silent yawn slipped past your lips and you went to stretch, but a warm body sandwiched up against your own halted your movements. Your boyfriend Grayson, had his arms wrapped around your frame tight and his face nuzzled in the back of your neck, his warm breath fanning across your skin and causing chills.

“Morning sleepy head.” You whispered, placing your hand over his and lacing your fingers together.

“Morning.” His raspy morning voice sent shivers down your spine. The good kind of shivers. “How did you sleep?” He asked again, his free hand slipping under his t-shirt that you opted to wear to bed last night.

“Like a baby. You?” He hummed a response as to say me too, his hands still rubbing your sides. His fingertips skimmed your breasts lightly, the light touch causing you to bite down lightly on your bottom lip. Throughout your entire two year long relationship, Grayson knew just what to do to get you going. He always was exceptionally hornier in the mornings and you couldn’t ignore the slight poke on your butt.

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Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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It’ll All Be Okay

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x reader

Word Count: 438 words.

Warnings: Panic attack and a bit of swearing. 

Summary: Grayson gets a panic attack and you help him through it.

A/N: I re-watched their video “You’re Not Alone” and Grayson saying he gets panic attacks from time to time really stuck with me and I had to write this. 

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Grayson doesn’t know you’re at their apartment when he slams the door shut. It’s been a shitty day so you needed your boyfriend, but it turns out he needs you more. You wait for a second but he doesn’t come into the living room. Instead, you find him sunken down against the door with his eyes closed. 

“Gray?” you ask hearing his breathing slowly quicken. 

“I don’t feel good,” he whispers breathing in and out very quickly. 

“Breathe with me, okay?” you say sitting down in front of him. You breathe slowly but Grayson can’t do the same. You intertwine your fingers with his fingers and he squeezes tightly. 

“I can’t!” he gasps and you notice the panic in his voice. 

“You’re having a panic attack, Gray. You need to breathe,” you say keeping your voice gentle. The last thing you want to do is stress him more. You notice his forehead getting a bit sweaty and you get up to grab a wet cloth. You place it on his forehead offering him a smile. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers still breathing way too quickly. You can literally hear his heartbeat. 

“Don’t be sorry. It’ll be okay. Just try to breathe,” you whisper kissing the top of his head. There are a couple of tears running down his cheeks that you catch with your thumb. Five minutes later Grayson manages to relax a little and his breathing slows down. 

“That’s it. Good,” you whisper hugging him tightly. He hugs you back hiding his face in the crook of your neck. For a while, you just sit there letting Grayson know that you’re there for him. 

“How long have you been getting these panic attacks?” you ask concerned. 

“A couple of weeks. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you,” he replies though his words a little muffled. 

“You can tell me these things. I’ll always be there when you need me, baby.” Some time later, you get up from the floor and head to his room. 

“Can I ask you something?” he says looking at you. Your limbs are tangled together and you’re lying so closely that you can feel his breath on your skin. 

“Sure,” you say pecking his lips quickly. 

“How did you get so good at handling panic attacks?” 

“I used to get them when I was younger. Mostly when my parents were arguing. It got better after the divorce,” you say with a sad smile. 

“I’m sorry,” Grayson whispers. 

“It’s not that big of a deal. Like it’s easy to say it’ll all be okay. But that’s always the way it goes.”

So Honey Hold My Hand - Grayson Dolan


“Okay, I need a shower, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes.” I got up from my seat on the couch with my grandma and boyfriend Grayson. This is the first time he’d met her, and it’s only because we got a little too drunk last night when my Grandma was out of the house. I made my way up the stairs and got a towel from my room before going into the bathroom. Not bothering to lock the door, theres only three of us in this house and we all know I’m in the shower.

The water touched my bare skin, it was warm, since it was a cold morning. Slightly hungover, it made my body relax and the ache in my head disappear. I’d already washed my hair and slightly scrubbed my body, not bothering to shave since I did that only a few days ago. I had some pop hits playing from my phone and the noise from the water hitting the bath tub beneath me making me hearing a bit clouded. 

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Green Lace (Grayson)

** REQUESTED ** 

- You’re shopping for some new lingerie and you decide to show it off to not only Grayson but a little bit of the entire store too. Grayson doesn’t like this very much. Not at all.

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT 

Your hands skimmed over the thin lace material of your see through bra and panties that covered your small frame. You couldn’t help the small smile creeping over your lips. It was a forest green colour, in the spirit of Christmas, and also Grayson’s favorite color. 

You unlocked the door of the Victoria’s Secret change room and poked your head out. Grayson stood in the doorway down the hall, his large arms folded over his chest. He looked bored and rather irritated. You had been dragging him from store to store for most of the day and you could visibly see he was mentally (and probably physically) checked out. You stepped out of the change room all the way and Grayson stood upright when he saw you. His eyes went wide before narrowing. You could see his jaw tense and soon he was stalking towards you. He looked around at a few other people that had noticed you too, particularly a boy around your age that couldn’t keep his eyes off you. 

“Are you crazy?” Grayson asked through gritted teeth. 

“What?” You frowned. You expected a far different reaction.

“I wanted to show you." 

"Yeah me and everyone else.” Grayson said with clenched teeth. He gripped your hips and walked you back into the change room. 

“Gray…I-" 

Your body fell limp, embarrassment and frustration beginning to consume you. He obviously didn’t like it. You reached to take the garments off but stopped when Grayson’s hand caught yours.

"Leave it on. I’m going to the front to pay for it. Let’s go." 

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Tails (Grayson Dolan Imagine)

I was rewatching the video were Grayson and Ethan split up for a week and I honestly have no idea who I would rather have gone with (if I had the opportunity of course)

I know I took some liberties with writing this. I know the twins were not alone when they went their separate ways but in this it’s just Grayson and the reader heading to Hawaii. There’s also little things little details I changed but hey that’s the whole point writing this isn’t it. 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Fluff with an angsty ending

Summary: You’re the twins closest friend and you have been sharing an apartment with them for a couple of months now. The boys are filming a new video for the channel where the are going to spend one week without each other in two very different places. But they can’t leave you behind so they flip a coin and if the the coin lands on heads you get to travel to Colorado with Ethan but if it lands on tails you have to go to Hawaii with Grayson.

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R&R (Ethan)

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy my first oneshot! It sucks because I was rushing to get it done but still hope you like! I’ll have a Grayson fic up sometime in the next couple of days!

Stepping out of the shower and onto the rug below, you breathed a huge sigh of relief following a much needed shower after a rough gym session. Drying your body and wrapping your favorite silk black robe around your frame, you sat down and reached for your coconut scented lotion and began working it into your skin.

The door pushing open startled you only for a second before the familiar face of your boyfriend Ethan, popped into frame. He looked you up and down with a smirk before shutting the door behind him. “The smell of your blueberry shampoo walking into the apartment almost knocked me out.” With a giggle you shrugged and began massaging your arms.

“I know it’s your favorite.” You said, licking your lips and grabbing your comb to begin working out the kinks in your wet hair.

“May I?” Ethan said, nodding to your lotion and proceeding to get down onto his knees in front of you.

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Two Hours ‘Till Kendrick

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES

Warning: smut

Author’s Note: thank you everyone who has been so nice and encouraging to me as a writer. I love writing and I love Ethan and all of you have made this this a fun little safe haven for me. I can’t say thank you enough. Drop me a message or an ask. I love talking with you! Now here’s a little Coachella Ethan, kinda, sorta.


“Remember when Ethan gave you fake flowers for Easter?” Cameron spoke dryly, knowing fully well Ethan was only a few feet behind her, leaning against the doorframe and nibbling on a plate of pancakes. You were sitting in front of a mirror curling your hair.

You looked at her through the reflection, a smile stretching at your lips. You went to speak, but were cut off by your obnoxious boyfriend who still spoke with his mouth full no matter how many times you told him it was rude and unbecoming of him.

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In My Feelings (G.D) SMUT

A/N: I don’t condone in taking drugs or drinking alcohol, neither does Grayson, this is all just for fictional purposes. Plus I worked my ass off on this after I got home so you better appreciate it :)

Request: “Hey I love your ‘flesh’ smut!! I was wondering if you could do a Grayson smut to Lana Del Reys song ‘feelings’ off of her latest album??

Word count: Over 4200

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and alcohol, smut, fingering, and yeah cussing of course ;)

Originally posted by too-cool-to-know-ya



“Want one?” Josh extended an arm, his lips forming an “O” shape so the repulsing fumes gushed onto your face. The lit up cigarette in between his index and middle finger as he cocked an eyebrow. You gagged and shoved his hand away, “I would like to keep my lungs in tact, if that’s okay with you.” You replied and looked away. He scoffed and leaned back against the wall, “Whatever you want babe.” He said as he brought the cigar back up to his lips. You refrained from rolling your eyes as you stretched your neck back to look behind you two. “Shouldn’t Gray be back by now?” You muttered under your breath as you wrapped your arms around your torso in an attempt to warm yourself up.
“Don’t know, don’t care.” You heard Josh mumble. You furrowed your eyebrows and punched him in the arm. “Don’t be such an ass.” You hissed and crossed your arms. “I don’t even know why I’m dating such a loser like you.” You laughed harshly and leaned forward to snatch a newly open cigarette from his hands, lighting it up and bringing it up to your lips.

I’m smokin’ while I’m runnin’ on my treadmill
But I’m comin’ up roses
Could it be that I fell for another loser?

Suddenly two fingers came forward and plucked them out of your own, you cracked open an eye and raised your eyebrows, Grayson coyly smiled down at you as he carelessly tossed the unused cigarette onto the ground. “Don’t smoke kids.” He gave you a certain kind of glare and you felt your cheeks redden. “I’m not a kid.” You huffed and crossed your arms against your chest as you leaned up against the cool brick wall. “Mm, last time I checked your not a legal adult yet my darling, twenty-one’s the age and your not there yet.” Grayson gave you a smug grin and you gently pushed him. “Oh shut up I’m 17, Im old enough, Mr. Adult.” You looked around to make sure no one was watching and turned back to Grayson and Josh. “What do you think about heading back to my place? I’m not a fan of the cold weather.” You smiled at Grayson and turned to Josh. “Really? We’ve never been to your place.” Josh’s eyes lit up a certain way you’ve never seen and you felt weirded out but decided to not ponder on it anymore. “Yeah sure, it’s not very far.” You shrugged as if you didn’t care but deep down you did. Living alone in LA as a teen took a toll on you, you were corrupted by society and social anxiety, trying so hard to fit in with the rest, but trying to fit in only made you even more of an outcast. You didn’t belong there and everyone knew it. It sent you on the wrong path. A path down drugs and alcohol, an endless string of loser ex-boyfriends who only wanted you for your body and nothing else. The only one who was honest to you was Grayson, he couldn’t stand seeing you like this so he felt the need to tell you. Tell you to leave and pursue your dreams.

“Get out of here.” He had said one night. “What?” You inquired and turned to gaze at him. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but you don’t belong here. LA’s not your place, and to be honest it’s not mines either.” Grayson admitted and stared down at his hands. Your head fell onto his shoulder as a small sigh escaped your lips, “I know. But I can’t exactly go back. My mom hates me for running away.”
“Why’d you run?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”

Grayson never understood what happened that night, he didn’t understand your way of reasoning. However he understood you as a person, perfectly. Better than you did to be honest. Better than your past ex-boyfriends and so called “Best friends.”
He was your right hand, even if he was 4 years older than you were.
And you couldn’t lie, there were even times you found yourself fantasizing about him. How could you not? Especially with how he looked, He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. He must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person’s natural expression when they looked his way followed by a long gaze and weak smile. Of course the blush that accompanied it was a dead give-away. It didn’t help that he was so modest with it, it made the girls fall for him all the more. Despite all the opportunity that came his way he was a one-woman-man who found genuineness and thoughtful conversations more attractive over lipstick and designer fashion. He was handsome alright, but on the inside he was beautiful.
His rich chocolate hair that had always looked as if he had just woken up, you found it adorable. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. And then his eyes they were deep and catastrophic, a bright hazel that sometimes, softly melted into a glossy, olive-green. He also had distinct cheekbones and sharp jaw, his sun-kissed skin made him look devilishly handsome and you could never look away.

I’m cryin’ while I’m gunnin’
Makin’ love while I’m makin’ good money
Sobbin’ in my cup of coffee
‘Cause I fell for another loser

He’s wasn’t usually the kind of guy you went for either. For starters, he was a brunette and you’ve always had a certain fondness towards blondes. You lusted after blue eyed men, just take a trip down memory lane and look back at all your exes. Blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. They were your go-to..until you met Grayson.


Grayson waved a limp hand in your direction and promised to meet you both there soon. You nodded and led Josh towards your apartment. Stuffing the key inside, you twisted the door knob and kicked it open. “Looks like a nice place to crash.” Josh said as he walked in, toeing off his shoes with ease. “Excuse me?” You scoffed as you tugged off your leather jacket. “What? I’m your boyfriend, so I can stay here whenever I want” Josh said as he plopped down onto your couch, pulling a cigarette out of his coat pocket. He cupped his hand around it and used his lighter to set the cigar aflame. You stood directly in front of him and snatched it from his hands. “Don’t want my house smelling like smoke, and I want you out.” You said as you tossed the cigar into the trash can. Josh gave you a boisterous laugh before giving you a cheeky smile. “No you don’t, you love me.” He smirked and your eyes immediately widened. “When in god’s name have I EVER said that?” You replied and placed your hands on your hips. Josh’s eyes glossed up and down your body as he gnawed on his lower lip mischievously. “You don’t need to say it babe.” He winked at you and you cringed before running your hands through your hair. “God. Why did I even start dating you, you’re so full of yourself and such a damn idiot.” You muttered as you pressed your index finger, middle finger and thumb to the temple of your forehead in an attempt to calm yourself. You heard Josh’s soft chuckle from the couch and you sighed. “Leave, before I have to make you leave.”

“What’re you gonna do? Huh? Little 17 year old girl. You’re such a dirty slut, you like fucking older guys don’t you?” He growled and stood up. “You and I have NEVER, EVER had any intimacy other than kissing, alright?” You jabbed a finger hard, into his chest and he fell back against the cushions. “Calm down!” He hissed and stood up once more. “Don’t tell me to calm down. You damn prick, get the hell out of my apartment. It took me this long to realize how much of a disappointment you are. You’re disrespectful to me, and not only me but any other women you’ve come across. Im done. Im so done. Get out before I’ll have to call Grayson to come put your ass in check.”

Get that cigarette smoke out of my face
You’ve been wastin’ my time
While you’re takin’ what’s mine with the things that you’re doin

“Yeah, cause you’ve been fucking him on the low right? Like the dirty whore you are?”

Your eyes narrowed as the man continued to taunt you with his vicious, disgusting words. He was tall and handsome, but a pretty face wasn’t going to get him out of this.
“What did you say?” You asked in a whisper.
A cruel sneer formed on his smooth face and he leaned forward, eyes bearing straight into yours. “I said, you’ve been fucking Grayson. Like the dirty whore you are and always will be. Going from guy to guy every week.” He snickered as you inhaled a sharp breath.
Your hands twitched and you could feel a vein pulsing on your forehead. “You know what? You’re right, I have been fucking Gray. And he fucks me a hell lot better than you would.”

Josh’s eyebrows furrowed and he stepped forward. “Go ahead. Hit me.”

“Sorry kid, but I don’t fight children. Especially-”
“But you’ll date one?”
“You’re no better than the rest of the guys I’ve dated. All sore losers.” You closed in the distance between the man and you, your voice lowered, almost to a whisper. “Get the hell out. Or do I have to beat your ass myself?”

Josh scoffed before pulling out a cigarette, “I only stood with you for the sex but apparently your not as easy as the rumors say.”
“Yeah, well rumors are rumors for a reason aren’t they? They’re undetermined, but you’ve gotten your answer..haven’t you?”
The man gave you a scowl before opening your door and leaving. The damn nerve. You didn’t know what just happened, what made you snap at him but then one glance outside you’re window told you everything.

Talk that talk, well now they all know your name
And there’s no comin’ back from the place that you came
Baby, don’t do it

You watched him cross the crowded road, he didn’t see you yet so you gazed freely. He wasn’t particularly special looking, but to you he stood out from the others, all of them dodging the puddles together. There was something about Grayson, a slight confidence and inflated ego, that had you muddling your words and blushing uncontrollably whenever he was around. He caught you through the window and smiled, making his way to the door. Even under the angry clouds and drizzle he looked like sunshine. 

He opened the door and you immediately engulfed him into a hug. “Uh, where’s Josh?” He asked you and you didn’t even bother to pull away to give him a direct answer, you just mumbled a soft, “Dumped him.”

“It was about time. He was beginning to get on my nerves,” You heard Grayson say and let out a soft laugh against his neck. You felt as he stepped forward, your arms still draped around his torso as he kicked the door shut. “I need to stop dating such losers.” You sighed and pulled away. “Date a man Y/N.” Grayson murmured softy as he stared blankly ahead of you. “I only have one man in my life..” You whispered and looked up at him. The bright light peeking through the window glossed over half of Grayson’s face, casting a glow to his skin as he looked down at you. “I know.”

“It’s wrong.”

“That didn’t stop you from dating Josh, now did it baby?”

The word made you melt into his arms, but you grasped his biceps to hold yourself up as you both stared at eachother with intent.
Your gaze slid to the side. Unexpectedly, he pulled you against his chest. His nose tickled your ear. You let out a tiny gasp and squirmed uncomfortably in his arms. You weren’t used to being so intimately handled, the closest you’ve gotten to intimacy is when Josh gave you sloppy kisses but that was it. You felt his lips softly graze your neck and your face immediately heated. You summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. His hazel eyes twinkled. He knew. He knew of your attraction for him and he was trying to make you feel like that.

‘Cause you got me in my feelings
(Got me feeling so much right now)
Talkin’ in my sleep again
(I’m makin’ no sense at all)

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered so you could feel his warm breath in your ear. You wrinkled your nose in protest and softly giggled.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You whispered back.

His lips gently brushed yours and you smelt his minty breath as your bodies press together.
His hand reached for yours and they interlocked as you kissed tentatively, passionately and then, tenderly. He pulled the loose fitted, silky white tank-top up, over your head and you felt the little sparks of static dancing over your skin from his fingers that gently skimmed your skin. It was a magical feeling and made you shiver in pleasure.

His lips pressed against yours with passion, love, and affection as his warm hands roamed all over your naked body leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.
“You act as if I’ve never seen you naked before.” He muttered against you with mocking amusement, referring to the drunken night you two had shared a year ago. You pulled away and lifted a hand to caress the stubble growing on his chin ever so softly. “Because you haven’t. I’m in my feelings right now baby.”

Drown out all our screamin’
(Got me feelin’ so crazy right now)
Who’s doper than this bitch? Who’s freer than me?
You wanna make the switch? Be my guest, baby
I’m feelin’ all my fuckin’ feelings

You watched as a smile began to etch upon his face and he leaned forward. “Thank you. For revealing your vulnerabilities to me, I promise I’m not like them, I’ll treat you how you deserve to be treated my love.” His words made your heart flutter, and you found your hands unzipping his leather jacket and pealing it off his arms quickly. Grayson wasted no time in lifting you up by your thighs. You crashed your lips against his once more as he began to walk forward. “Mm, bedroom?” He questioned and you pulled away to leave soft, delicate kisses along his jaw and neck. “Straight ahead, make a right. White door.” You whispered against his neck. You nipped gently at the skin there as Grayson stumbled into the wall. You snorted out a laugh as he stood up again and began to walk into your bedroom. He kicked the door shut and laid you down onto the bed, you moved your hair away from the right side of your neck and waited for Grayson to make a move. You had been longing for his touch for many months, and he was here, ready to fulfil not only your sexual desires but many more. Your insides craved his touch. You craved his touch, ever since that night you two shared ages ago, the dirty memories remained at the back of your mind, and you still couldn’t believe you had done that.
You watched as his hands found the hem of his t-shirt, getting rid of it in one swift movement leaving you in awe of his toned and fit body.

I’m smokin’ while I’m runnin’
This town and you better believe it honey
I’m laughin’ as I’m taking no prisoners
And taking down names

As soon as his soft, plump lips imprinted on your neck, You lost your train of thought, the only thing consuming your mind was the fact that he could make your breath hitch from a single touch. It had your head spinning.
He slowly massaged your breasts as he sucked and licked a mark onto your skin, making you arch your back and moan his name softly. You rolled your head to the side, your chest rising and falling dramatically under his influence. He smiled against your neck as your fingers tugged at his short hair and your other hand scratched at his back. You trailed your hand down towards his belt and fiddled with the buckle for a few moments before finally removing it. “Hmm, eager are we?” Grayson teased as he kissed the valley of your breasts, “Very.” You breathed and tugged down the zipper of his well-fitted jeans. Grayson smugly grinned as you and sat up, twisting his body to the side and angling his hips up so he could finally pull off his jeans and boxers. He length sprang right up and hit his lower abs and you held back your gasp. “I don’t remember it being THAT big..” You muttered as Grayson lifted up your thighs and place them by his sides. “It won’t hurt, I promise. Just relax, beautiful.” Grayson leaned forward and gave you a sweet tender kiss before undoing the button of your jeans. You nodded and grasped the bedsheets as he got rid of your undergarments.

I’m cryin’ while I’m gunnin’
In the smoke they can hear me comin’
If you were me, and I was you
I’d get out of my way

You watched as he licked his lips hungrily at the sight of you, he hovered over you and pressed a kiss to your jaw as his finger drew small circles over you clit. You drew in a ragged breath and he sped up his movements. “God, don’t stop.” You moaned and sunk your nails into his biceps as your back arched off the mattress. “Wasn’t planning to, baby girl.” He hummed in satisfaction that he could make your body shudder by only doing this and slid a finger into you. You moaned loudly but Grayson muffled it by attaching his lips to yours. “Quiet now, you don’t want your neighbors to hear do you?”

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and nodded as he added another finger, making you whimper. “Shhh..I’m just getting you ready.” He whispered and moved to kiss your breasts. He enclosed his lips around one of your nipples, sucking, licking and slightly biting sending shivers of pleasure down your spine as you grinded your hips against him in search of more. “What do you want? Huh? What do you want me to do to you?”

Get that cigarette smoke out of my face
You’ve been wastin’ my time while you’re takin’ what’s mine
Well, you know what you’re doin’
Talk that talk, well, now they all know your name
And there’s no comin’ back from the place that you came
Baby, don’t do it

“Fuck. I want your mouth on me Gray, please.”

Without warning, Grayson slid down your body and spread your legs apart, blowing cool air onto your exposed clit sending jolts throughout your entire body. He leaned forward and flicked your throbbing clit with his tongue making you arch your back. He used his other hand to play with your nipples as his tongue drew figure eights onto your sweet spot. “Grayson please!” You moaned out in pleasure. “Please what?” The vibrations coming from his mouth intensified the pleasure coursing throughout your body and you rolled your hips against his tongue, “Please, make me come.”

Grayson suddenly inserted two fingers into you and pumped at a fast pace, he curled them up unexpectedly and hit your g-spot making you come hard. You clenched around his fingers and Grayson’s name left your mouth followed by a bunch of other profanities as you caught your breath. “Jesus..” You sighed and felt Grayson smirk against you. He readied himself by your entrance and you halted him.

“It’s been a while since you took my virginity. Please..be gentle.” You whispered and Grayson looked at you with admiration and sympathy, crawling over your body to give you, yet another kiss. “I’ll go as slow as possible, even if it physically hurts me from how amazing you’ll feel wrapped around me.” He whispered into your ear and you felt your cheeks redden. He bit down on your earlobe gently and gave the skin under there a swift kiss before he entered you slowly.

'Cause you got me in my feelings
(Got me feelin’ so much right now)
Talkin’ in my sleep again
(I’m makin’ no sense at all)

Your grip on the sheets tightened till your knuckles turned white but you willed yourself to remain calm so it wouldn’t hurt any more than it needed to. “Doing okay?” Grayson looked up at you through lust-filled eyes and you nodded quickly as if to tell him it was okay to continue. He thrusted into you slowly and your body jolted up as your walls expanded to fit his length. “K-keep going.” You whispered and Grayson pulled out once more. He thrusted in a bit faster and harder and you already felt the pain fading away. With a newfound surge of energy and confidence, you slapped a palm onto Grayson’s lower back, you drew him closer by draping your arm around his neck and you gave him a passionate and lustful kiss. “Faster.” Was all you said. Grayson gave you a look, a look that asked if you were sure, because if he started he was going to keep it up till you both came. Hard.
You almost immediately nodded and smiled. “Fuck me Gray. Do it better than any guy ever could. Fuck me like the man you are.”
Those words edged Grayson on, and he sped up his thrusts, so fast to the point your body was bouncing up against the bed in time with his rhythmic movements. “Oh fuck!” You exclaimed and clung onto Grayson’s back desperately. He pounded you into the mattress, the only sounds being heard were your moans and the constant squeaking of your bed. You were sure it would break with how hard Grayson was going but you didn’t want it to end.

Drown out all our screamin’
(Got me feelin’ so crazy right now)
Who’s doper than this bitch? Who’s freer than me?
You wanna make the switch? Be my guest, baby
I’m feelin’ all my fuckin’ feelings

Damn, that was the last thing you wanted, but as Grayson quickly found your g-spot you knew it would be over soon. Suddenly he slowed down his quick movements and stood still so his tip was pressed against your g-spot. “Moan my name, Y/N..” Grayson began as he rocked his hips against yours, the head of his cock rubbing circles around it as your jaw fell slack. The fact that he knew exactly where it was and how to angle himself into you to directly hit it amazed you. You involuntarily moaned out Grayson as he thrusted into you slowly but rough. “Let it out baby girl, moan my name so you know how a real man should make you feel.” He smirked and brought a hand down to rub at your clit viciously. “Oh! Gray! Im gonna-” He cut you off by slamming his mouth onto yours, enveloping you into a hungry kiss as you released all you had onto him, he came shortly after and fell limp against you.

Got me up in this place right now
Makin’ no sense at all
Got me up in this place right now, against the wall
Got me feelin’ so blue
Makin’ no sense at all
Gotta leave right now

He propped himself up onto his elbows and hovered over you. You looked past him solemnly and bit your lip. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Grayson rolled besides you and wrapped you comfortably in his arms. “Before you got here..and I dumped Josh. We got into a heated argument and he accused me of sleeping with you and called me a dirty whore for doing it. Now I’m just realizing how right he is..” You muttered and broke eye contact with Grayson to look away. “That’s not true.”

“Stop it.”
“Stop what? It’s the truth, I go from guy to guy, I’m a slut-”
“There’s a difference Y/N.” Grayson cut in and you stretched your neck back to look at him as he spooned you under the covers. You felt as he softly caressed your thighs and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “And what’s that?”
“Sleeping around is different from trying to find love..” He murmured and nuzzled his head into the cranny of your neck. You felt your breath hitch and your body stiffen under Grayson’s.
Love.
Was that what you were looking for? Was that the emptiness you felt that only Grayson could fill?
Did this mean you loved him?

'Cause you got me in my feelings
(Got me feelin’ so much right now)
Talkin’ in my sleep again
(I’m makin’ no sense at all)
Drown out all our screamin’
(Got me feelin’ so crazy right now)
Who’s doper than this bitch? Who’s free-er than me?
You wanna make the switch? Be my guest, baby
I’m feelin’ all my fuckin’ feelings


xxx

Jacuzzi (Grayson)

** REQUESTED **

- Grayson invites you to join him in the jacuzzi on a chily day in New Jersey but despite the cold things get real….hot.

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

You stepped out onto the freezing patio, jumping slightly as the ice met the soles of your feet. You peaked around the corner to see your boyfriend, Grayson, arms spread wide either side of him. He had his head tilted back as he sank into the warm water of the jacuzzi. His eyelids fluttered closed and honestly you felt guilty that you were about to interrupt him even though he had suggested the two of you get in. Both Grayson and Ethan rarely got time to themselves and the odd time they did it was usually short lived but this was their Christmas vacation after all and they were more than happy to escape their busy lives in L.A for the quiet life in their small town in Jersey.

“Mind if I join you?” You asked your nearly sleeping boyfriend as you dropped the towel that was wrapped snug around your small frame.

Grayson lifted his head, taking in your nearly naked form in your tiny little bikini. He flashed you a sexy smirk and shook his head.  

“Not at all when you’re looking that good." 

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Loving Him Was Red

Pairing: Ethan Dolan x reader

Word Count: 432 words.

Warning: Nothing. It’s fluff and cuteness. 

Summary: You’re a youtuber and with Ethan and you help dye his streak of hair. 

Originally posted by dailydolantwins

“Babe?” your boyfriend asks over facetime. You’re currently cooking in your apartment while facetiming Ethan. 

“Mhm?” you hum slicing up the vegetables. It’s been a while since you’ve been back in your own apartment since you’re a youtuber and you spent a lot of your time travelling. Ever since you and Ethan started dating, you’ve been more reluctant to take long travels because you don’t want to stay away from him for too long. 

“Can you help me colour my streak? I miss having it,” he explains making you laugh. He’s had more hair colours than you. 

“Of course, baby. But I’ve got a meeting tonight. How about tomorrow?” you ask giving your brightest smile. 

“Sure thing. Can you get the supplies though? I promised Grayson we could film some videos tomorrow,” he says and you nod, “also, can you get ice cream?” 

“I thought you were staying clear of sweets this month?” you tease but agree anyway. After your meeting, you head to the store and get the bleach and colour. Ethan decided you could choose the colour for his streak so it’ll be a surprise. The day after you head to his place and is greeted by Grayson at the door. 

“Hi,” you say with a smile giving him a quick hug. You head inside where Ethan is sitting on the couch. You give him a quick peck on the lips before throwing the ice in their freezer. 

“Do you want to colour it now or later?” you ask holding up the bag with the products. He thinks for a second before getting up. 

“Now,” he says taking off his shirt. You inhale sharply still not used to his amazing body. 

“Cool,” you say a bit out of breath. You go to the bathroom where you start by bleaching his hair. It feels so natural sitting and talking with Ethan. It’s been two years since you started dating and you thought you couldn’t fall more in love with him than you already have. But every time you look at him you feel yourself fall just a little more. 

“So what colour did you pick?” he asks when you start to add the dye. 

“It’s a surprise,” you say with a smile. And 20 minutes later you rinse the remaining colour out. 

“Red?” he asks looking in the mirror. 

“It’s my favourite colour on you,” you shrug making him laugh. He places a kiss on the tip of your nose making you blush. 

“I love you. Thank you for helping me,” he says kissing you gently. 

“I kinda like you too.”

He Was Found

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES

I recommend reading He Was Lost before reading this.


Ethan Dolan forgot what it’s like to be annoyed at his brother. Not ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to go and drink all the milk’ kind of annoyed, but more like ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to bring up the love of my life who I stupidly let go of and miss more than anything’ type of annoyed. He is peeling oranges near the counter and Grayson’s mixing some pancake batter, tossing in handfuls of chocolate chips.

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I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Ethan Dolan Imagine)

This is not my first time writing a story however this is my first time actually writing something and then uploading it so I’m sorry if it’s super cringey. I tried to edit it as best as I could but I’m so excited to post it I’m sure I missed some stuff so I’m gonna say sorry now for any grammar and spelling errors. It’s kinda scary having a piece of work that I made up on the internet for anyone to see but I’m just gonna go for it. I mean what’s the worst that could happen? :)

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Mentions of smut, bullying/slut shaming, a curse or two, sad i think, drowning, starts really slow but gets slightly better, FLUFFY, SAD PUPPY DOG ETHAN (yes this deserves a warning)

Summary: I was watching Hercules and the scene where Meg is singing this song (so maybe listen to it while you read?) gave me this idea of an emotionally closed off reader and a persistent Ethan. However there are no singing muses but a very helpful Grayson. 

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Video Games (Ethan)

Authors Note - Just whipped this little something up. Inspired by the snap Grayson posted of Ethan playing video games. I couldn’t help myself with those tattoos and his legs spread like that. I’ve also decided, starting now, that I’ll be adding pictures and summaries into my fics just for a little added bonus. Enjoy! 

- Ethan is playing video games, an idea pops into your head and things get heated.

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

It was Christmas time in New Jersey and you were laid back comfortably on Ethan’s bed in nothing but some tight shorts and a t-shirt of his. You were scrolling through your phone while he sat opposite you, in front of the T.V, playing one of his favorite NBA games. Grayson laid on his bed, adjacent to Ethan’s, occasionally making snide remarks at his ‘sloppy’ gameplay. The two bickered back and forth as they normally did.

“Fuck off.” Ethan finally said with a low grumble. He was slouched back on the chair, his legs spread wide, one leg resting up on your lap, in nothing but his tight boxer briefs and a Christmas sweater from his merchandise line with Grayson. You massaged his foot occasionally earning a few quiet grunts from him here and there. It was impossible to deny how sexy he looked as he kept his eyes fixated on the game. You couldn’t help but stare at him. His floppy and messy hair, plump pink lips, the five o clock shadow beginning to form across his upper lip and jaw. He was sex on legs. 

“You keep doing that and you’re gonna make my dick hard.” Ethan laughed, his eyes flickering to you then back to the game.

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Stranger {E.D Imagine}


I pull open the heavy Starbucks door, the smell of coffee and hum of the chit chat fill my senses. I wait in the line, staring at my feet like they are the most interesting things in the entire world. My body involuntarily moving with the line until I look up to face the cashier.

“Y/N my goodness, no offence but babe, you look terrible!” Gabby was right, I had locked myself away for a week after Jason had left me for the girl he had been cheating on me with. I had puffy, red eyes from crying and the bags under my eyes made me look twice my age. I was a total wreck.

“Do you want your usual?” She asks me softly, like I could break at any moment, like I haven’t already been broken to bits. “Yes please, but could you give me extra sprinkles please Gab?” I wince at how weak I sound. “Of course sweetheart!” She punches in my order and I pay, shoving the change in my hoodie pocket. I go sit down at the bar placed beside the baristas, the last thing I want is to be beside the huge windows that just display how horrible I feel and look.

As I’m waiting for my order my fingers make their way to scroll through pictures of Jason and I, tears well up in my eyes but I hold them back, I will NOT be that girl who cries in public. “You better not be looking at pictures of him Y/N!” Gabby scolded, she knew me too well.

“Hey, um, are you okay?” I hear a deep voice speak from behind me. I look towards it and find two gorgeous boys, they had jawlines that could cut, beautiful hazel eyes, they were tall, basically gods. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine” I nod while looking down, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as a pink blush hits my cheeks. “Really because from what your friend behind the counter says, you’re not ‘fine’.” He motions air quotes when he says the word fine. I sigh “Ya know, he won’t let up until he sees you happy.” The guy behind him pipes up, someone who I’m assuming is his twin. “I guess since you want to know, I recently got dumped for someone who he was fucking behind my back.” I respond back, my voice dripping with sadness. Tears start to well up, he must have notice as he instinctively wraps me in a hug. At first, I was caught off guard, I blinked a few times, trying to understand the situation, after a few seconds I hugged back, rest my face against his chest. He released me and I wiped the tears from my eyes.

As I do this my attention catches something come through the door. It was them. Jason and that bitch he cheated on me with. Apparently the boys saw my state and looked over to them. “Is that them?” He turns to me, eyes locking with mine. I nod and he steps closer. “Trust me, okay?” He gently grips my hand and steps even closer to my body.

“Oh, hey Y/N, uh, who’s this?” His wretched, yet calmingly familiar voice rings through my ears. “I’m Ethan, her boyfriend. You’re her ex I assume?” The boy who’s name I know know is Ethan, spits his words at Jason. Before Jason could answer, his new plaything speaks up. “Wait, wait, wait, you’re tell me that a girl like you-” she points to me with a look of disgust “got a guy like him?” She points to Ethan. “She did. Problem?” Ethan raised his eyebrow in annoyance, just as Jason was about to speak, the 3 of our orders got called. I smile at the smiley face and heart Gabby drew on my cup, I sip my drink and look at Jason, he had his jaw clenched. “Babe let’s go, I don’t feel like coffee anymore.”

With that Jason and his bimbo bitch left. Ethan slowly let go of my hand as his twin spoke up “Well that was eventful, I’m Grayson by the way!” I smile and greet Grayson with a hello and my name. “Hey um, can I see you’re phone for a minute?” I look over at Ethan who was still, quite close to me. “Sure, what for?” I hand my phone to the boy. “Well, we gotta keep up the act if we want it to be believable, don’t we?” He winked and typed away on my phone, the grabbed his drink and motioned for Grayson to follow him. A minute later I received a text from him ‘I think you have a beautiful name btw’.

Originally posted by ethandolandaily

See What I See

You’d never been more ready for Christmas break in your entire life than you were right now. Sitting in a lopsided desk in the middle of chemistry class, it had only been twelve minutes of boredom and daydreaming while the teacher spewed words of nonsense, but it felt like years already. You were tired of being stressed out with piles and piles of homework that didn’t really help you in the long run anyways and you could cry on command from the aches in pains in your limbs that came with hours of extra curricular activities. All you really wanted to do was go home to your boyfriend and maybe slurp down a few smoothies with him.

It had been about a week since Ethan had his wisdom teeth removed -which you hated that you did not make it to the appointment with him, not because you wanted to hold his hand and coddle him, but because you wanted to laugh at him when he came to -and only one day since the video was uploaded.

Wednesdays were the hardest.

After the class broke into groups for lab work, the teacher sat idly by her desk, slipping on her glasses and flipping through a text book. Every once in awhile she’d speak up from her spot in the corner and tell the rowdy group of students to quiet down and focus on filling their beakers.

You giggled as your best friend, Brynn, scribbled a made up answer on the assignment sheet you shared. She swore about the teacher and how she thought her and Mr. Schmidt were most likely having an affair. She complimented your makeup, how it looked particularly stunning with your outfit. You sent her the best smile you could muster when she made a joke about how you should break up with Ethan so that she could date you instead.

You knew her constant stream of talking was all just to distract you from hearing the familiar sound of a drugged up voice freestyling about boobs and asking a nurse if she’d ever heard of a savage. Even though the room was filled with chatter, you could hear that voice anywhere and under any circumstance. You couldn’t help but shoot glances toward the table across from you where some of your classmates were laughing at the video.

Nothing made you more proud than knowing and seeing people watch Grayson and Ethan’s videos. All they wanted was to make people laugh and damn, they did it well. On any given day they had you rolling with laughter until you’d almost pee your pants. But there was something about it happening at school that made your stomach twist. There was a reason the twins left and that was the sad truth of it.

“Are you guys even together right now?” A deep voice echoed. Chet always had a problem with Ethan and neither him or you could figure out why. There was never any rhyme or reason to the distaste people showed towards Ethan. “I can never tell, you break up every other day,” he laughed.

You glanced over at him, then quickly looked down, letting out an uncomfortable chuckle. You and Ethan had your fair share of breakups, but nobody needed to know why, it was a sensitive issue with you and you didn’t think it was fair that someone who didn’t know you or anything about your relationship could so bluntly bring it up in conversation. In fact, this feeling -the feeling Ethan knew you only felt because of him -was the root of all your problems.

“Yeah they are,” Brynn chimed in, speaking so you wouldn’t have to. “They’re goals.”

She quickly turned towards the microscope again, adjusting the lens. You turned around as well, tracing your name over and over again on the assignment sheet with the tip of your pencil. Hopefully, he’d leave it at that, but you could almost physically feel his eyes bearing into your back.

His lab partner spoke up, not caring that their beaker was boiling over the bunsen burner. “When you break up next week,” he stopped to laugh, Chet joining in and slapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll take you out, show you what you’re missing? Isn’t Ethan like, gone all the time? That probably sucks.”

You swallowed the lump that was starting to form in your throat. Ethan was gone a lot and it was hard and yeah, it sucked. It was everything you feared it would be, but Ethan was worth every tear, every argument, and every lonely night wrapped up in one of his sweatshirts. The happiness he brought to your life was so much bigger than any negative comment or doubt in your mind.

“Aye, you don’t want the Dolan’s sloppy seconds, bro.” Chet cringed. He bit his lip while you ran a hand through your hair, pretending you were carefully concentrating on the homework. You could cry if you let yourself. “What’s wrong? Don’t feel like talking to us?”

“No, as a matter of fact, she doesn’t.” Brynn turned towards them after slapping her hand on the lab table. “You’re a bunch of losers. Just leave her alone, for fuck’s sake!”

Brynn never batted an eye when it came to sticking up for you. You were nothing but there for her when her parents got a divorce, letting her stay at your house anytime the fighting became too much for her to bear. You’d mentioned to her that at least she was a pretty crier, with rosy cheeks and a soft crinkle in her nose, she swore you’d be best friends forever. She saw you for you and not as the girl dating Ethan Dolan.

“But,” Chet’s lip quivered, pretending he was offended. “I thought she liked losers.”

Your eyes stung. Ethan was anything but a loser. In fact, you’d never seen a bigger loser than the one standing in front of you. Because losers didn’t make the world smile or make you pancakes in the morning because it’s the only thing they knew how to cook or walk you home from their football game or tell you you look beautiful after you’d been crying. No, losers, were the people who talked a whole lot of nothing about people they didn’t know.

“I’m just tired,” you finally spoke, quietly. And you were. Sick and tired of going through something like this every week. You dreaded the feeling of isolation.

You didn’t miss his rude remark referring to Ethan and as much as you wanted to wrangle his neck, you tried your best to avoid confrontation. You remembered Ethan and how he had every reason to fight back, but he never did. He always held his head high when all he really wanted was to dig a grave and lie in it. You could almost hear his voice telling you to be brave before he’d lay a kiss to your forehead.

He had grace.

When the bell rang you quickly gathered up your things with a sigh of relief, acknowledging the look on your best friend’s face, ‘sorry’ written all over it. Walking out the door, you felt a couple fingers graze your arm and a soft, mousy voice in your ear. “Can you give me Grayson’s number, please?”

“Sorry,” you whispered, tearing away from her, only focused on getting the hell out of that room. She replied with some choice words, but they were only a faint sound in the distance as you darted for the restrooms.

Closing yourself in a stall, you pulled your phone from your pocket with a shaky hand, texting the only person you craved in that moment. You knew he was most likely still sleeping, but it didn’t matter when he saw it, all that mattered was that he would. That gave you enough reassurance.

A tear slipped from your bottom lashes, the way a dew drop would off a blade of grass in the morning. It planted itself on your phone screen while the pads of your thumb swiped across, hitting letters and creating words before you could process them.

You: I hate school without you. I need you.

You slid down the wall in the stall, breathing heavy. You knew you were long late for math class, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go. You’d sit here all day, but you also knew the longer you were in hiding, the more people grew suspicious when you reappeared, which only made them talk more.

You swiped a finger under your eye, the pit in your stomach growing more and more empty. Leaning your head backs against the cold, white washed wall, your mind raced to memories of Ethan in the cafeteria. Your favorite part about school was entering the room, clutching your tray in both hands, and sitting next to your boyfriend who’d greet you by sliding his hand around to your lower back and a kiss to your temple. Ethan would pick the pears off your plate knowing you never finished them and you’d laugh when he’d throw random bits of food at Grayson.

The bullying and name calling was always there, but it was easier when Ethan was around. You’d casually hang around his locker in between classes, never completely oblivious to words like “fag” and “pussy” in the background. You’d wanted to fight back and stand up for the boy who made your heart do backflips in your chest, but he’d light grab your wrist and shake his head.

“Ignore it,” he’d say and with him, you could. His strength made you strong.

Without him, it got harder and harder to simply ignore.

The ding and vibrate of your phone pulled you from your thoughts, the letter ‘E’ bold and capitalized on the screen. His text made you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

E: Come over.

You never ditched school, you were a good student. Any time you even considered skipping, Ethan figuratively slapped some sense into you. School was important, bullies weren’t.

Luckily, you managed to get your backpack and jacket out of your locker without being seen before you hopped in your car and pulled out of the parking lot. Parking your car in his driveway, you walked into the house without knocking, darting up the stairs two at a time.

Creaking the door open, your eyes met his, whiskey colored and full of light. Instantly you were consumed by the musk of his cologne in his room. One of your favorite smells.

“Hi,” he said, a small frown tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw you coming towards him after pulling yourself out of your coat sleeves, tossing it on the floor next to his mile high pile of shoes. He scooted over in his bed and you easily accepted your spot next to him, lulling his arm around you.

His lips lingered on your forehead as you spoke into his chest, “hi.”

Ethan pulled you tighter to him, planting as many gentle kisses to your face as he could reach while your fingers clutched to his t-shirt. He basked in the smell of you, vanilla with a hint of fruit. Grapefruit maybe? He noticed a tear slink down you cheek and he carefully caught with the puck of his lips, kissing it away.

Ethan wouldn’t mind holding you like this all damn day if he had to if that’s what you wanted. But he also knew you had a tendency to let it all sit inside of you, bubbling and boiling until it ate you from the inside out. He didn’t like to pry, but he didn’t like to let you be alone.

Your eyes flicked upwards, looking at him. The sadness buried in them pulled his eyebrows together with worry, curiosity getting the better of him.

“What happened?” He asked, gingerly grazing your cheek with his thumb.

You took a breath, deciding what details to share, but how? How could you bear to tell him people were laughing at his video and you weren’t sure if it was with him or at him. That Chet called him a loser. That complete strangers could make you feel like less of a person because you were dating him. How could you say any of this without breaking his heart, already vulnerable to these circumstances.

Instead you cried, like really, full heartedly cried because you felt like there wasn’t anything else you could do.

Ethan’s stomach hurt watching your face squish up, thick tears flooding the rims of your eyelids. “Please don’t cry, Giggles.”

You didn’t want to cry. You wanted to laugh it off, his favorite sound in the world, and pretend like everything was okay. Truth be told, it wasn’t okay. People had no right to be so cruel to a boy who was nothing but joy. You cried for you, and you cried for him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, bring your own sleeve to your face.

“Shhhhh, no no,” Ethan soothed, pulling your head to him so you could bury yourself in his chest, his shirt and mattress soaking up tear after tear that fell from you. “You have nothing to say sorry for. God, I’m–”

“Don’t say it.” You pulled away slightly, shaking your head. “Don’t apologize either, Ethan. We’ve been over this.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Yeah, you and Ethan had spent an entire Saturday night talking it over and sharing your feelings to one another over a tub of ice cream and some skittles. Promising not to fight about it anymore or let it be another break up in the books. You’d let strangers’ words split you up before and you two were desperate to never let it happen again.

“I try not to let it get to me, I really do. It’s just,” you sighed when he looked at you, sadness and understanding in his eyes. He intertwined your fingers with his. “It’s just so hard without you there. It makes me feel like they won somehow.”

He nodded. “But you know we had to leave. We couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I know, I know, and God Ethan I’m so proud of you. I really am. I just wish things were different. I wish people saw what I saw,” you told him, staring into him like he was some sort of angel. To you, he was.

Ethan let your words sink in, the warmth of your body soothing him like it always did. He understood where you were coming from, but he needed you to understand something, something he figured out on his own the hard way.

“Thank you,” he started. “You always find the best in me and fuck if it isn’t one of the best things about you, but here’s the thing. My parents and Grayson and Cameron… the fans. Trust me, they see what you see, baby. The people who actually matter, they see it. So please, just don’t worry about assholes at school because I don’t anymore. I could care less what they have to say.”

“You’re right,” you say, looking down at your hands clinging to his. “It’s just hard sometimes.”

“I know,” he whispered, a smug look taking over his face. “But my girl is brave, so I’m not worried about it.”

You giggled and Ethan’s heart flooded from relief. To him, your smile could light up an entire room. He absolutely hated seeing you cry, so if even just for a second he could lift the corners of your mouth with a dumb joke or sarcastic comment, he would leap at the opportunity. Hell, he’d jump off a building into a pit of sharks if you told him to.

Dragging your lips to his, mouths wet from lingering tears, you kissed him gently and slowly. The butterflies coming alive in your stomach making you release him with a smile and he shot one back at you. Both of you were happy that even after years and years together, you could still make the other feel as giddy you were when he kissed you in the slide at recess in sixth grade.

“You know I love you, right?” He pecked your lips again, drunk off the taste. You knew. It was in the way he looked at you and the way he kissed you goodnight and the way he made you laugh when he tickled you even though you hated to be tickled, and he knew that.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing your noses just centimeters away from each other. “I love you too, E.”

He smirked, looping his hands around your back. He’d never get tired of hearing you say that. He closed the space between you, tracing your lips with his own, revealing in how perfectly they fit together. Like puzzle pieces. His eyes fluttered closed when you hummed into his mouth before effortlessly flipping you fully on top of him. Your legs rested in a way to give his hips a hug.

You tilted up you head, licking your lips and looking into him with bedroom eyes that could kill. “You know what else I love?”

“What’s that?” He hummed, gliding his hands over the curve of your hips, pushing you down into him.

There was a pause before a wide smile stretched across your mouth and your hands found their way to either side of his face.

“Your chubby cheeks,” you exclaimed laughing and pinching them between your fingers.

“Stop it!” Ethan laughed along with you, grabbing each of your wrists to pull himself from your grasp. “They’re still healing. They look a lot better than they did at first, alright?”

“But I think you look so cute with a fat face!” You continued to giggle. The hold he had on you becoming a game as you struggled to get him to let go. He wouldn’t budge,  and secretly you didn’t want him to. Playful Ethan was the best Ethan and it was just what you needed after the morning you had. A good laugh.

And who was better equipped to provide a hard, belly laugh that made your eyes water and your abs hurt than your boyfriend, Ethan? Not anyone, and especially not some loser named Chet.

Originally posted by babeyourmine