#ethan dolan series | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

starryeyedadmirer · 1 year

Text

Ethan Dolan: The Gym

-Ethan x Reader-

!!CW: This one gets kinda dirty!! — Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bloating, Bodily Gasses, Smells/Odors, Exhibition/Public Favor(s), Allusion to Mpreg/Pregnancy

Synopsis: You’re at the gym with Ethan, having just finished working your body out, for the first time in years. You’re ready to go home — eager to walk out of the glass-paneled doorway, with your legs and arms still intact — but Ethan insists on staying on the machines a little while longer. Somehow, Ethan ends up fucking himself up during his extended workout… and he’s left with a huge water-belly, to show for his mistake. He’s in need of relief and satisfaction — NOW — and you’re forced to take the extra time, to help him find some relief. Public favors aren’t really your thing… but for Ethan, you’d do anything in front of a crowd — no matter how many eyes may be on you.

Words: 3,956

Wattpad Link — “Celebrity Worship Fics” Series

_________________________________

Your grueling, hour-long workout with Ethan is finally over, and you're feeling completely wrecked. Having just gone through the most physical activity you've had to do since 10th grade P.E. — about 50 push-ups, 20 pull-ups, and about a dozen sit-ups — your body is screaming at you, begging you to take a breather. You haven't worked out in years, not even done so much as gone for a brief jog, and yet, after watching Ethan breeze through his strenuous routine as if it were nothing, you can't help but to feel inadequate in comparison to him — without a single valid excuse as to why you're so out of shape. You just want to curl up into a big ball and nod off to sleep — like the embarrassed, lazy sack of shit that you are — but much to your chagrin, Ethan insists on suffering through another thirty minutes of physical activity, and you've got no choice but to stay by his side.

"C'mon, man," He pleads, looking on from his treadmill as you begin to pack up your tattered gym bag, "I just got into my flow! I know we only agreed to be here for an hour, but can we stay for a couple more minutes? Thirty at most! I swear we won't be much longer!"

"No, Ethan," you answer him, "I'm sweaty, I'm gross, and I'm fucking tired. I just wanna go home and sleep right now, okay. You can come back here once you drop me off at your place." With the old wash rag you borrowed from his bathroom, you wipe your forehead dry, and toss your bag over your shoulder. "C'mon, E. Let's go!"

"You don't have to do anything else if you stay," he whines, "Promise. You can chill while I finish up. Just sit down and watch me run for a while... just to cool off... then we can go, I swear."

Although every bit of your being is begging you to walk away from him, you angrily take a seat on the cold linoleum floor, and watch impatiently as he continues to run on the machine. "Okay, whatever," you grumble, doing your best to keep your composure as your spirit boils over with rage, "We can stay... but, for the record, I'm only here because I don't feel like walking back to the house. My legs are burning."

As you watch him workout, something about the way he jogs captivates you. Maybe it's his chest, how it moves as he takes each stride — up and down as if his pecs are filled with a semi-solid gelatin — or his butt, and how it stays perfectly firm with each impact his feet make on the running belt... whatever it may be, it keeps you somewhat entertained as you wait for him to wrap up, and calms you down with a steady ease. In your muscle-induced trance, you stare at Ethan's beefy hands as he yanks his water bottle out of the cupholder on the arm of the machine, slugs it down, and puts the bottle back in its place. "Alright," he sighs, stepping off from the treadmill, "Thats enough of that. I think I'm gonna call it quits early. I'm not feeling too well, all of a sudden."

His muscles no longer bouncing before your eyes, you find yourself free from his sweaty entrancement and eager to finally get home, to get the rest you need... but as Ethan makes his way over to his bag, you notice that something about him is... off. He looks ill — sickly, and almost green in the face — and he walks with a bit of a hunch. "What's up with you," you ask, "Push yourself too hard? D'you pull a muscle in your back, or something?"

With his workout bag hanging from his palm, he waddles over to you, struggling to stand up straight. "Nah. I think I just drank too much water a second ago. Shouldn't have gulped down that much as quickly as I did. I'll be fine, I just need to burp or something."

Concerned, you stand up from the floor and offer him your shoulder for support. He's heavier on your arm than usual, and his armpits smell completely rancid — but none of that matters to you... you'll suffer the smell of his b.o. for a few minutes if it means that you finally get to leave the gym. "H—How's this," you ask, "You comfortable? I don't wanna cause you any more pain than you're already in, E. I heard that your stomach could pop if you drink a ton... Grayson told me that once. Let me know if it gets to be too much for you. I can drive you home if you need."

"Too much for me?" He scoffs, suddenly letting his fragile ego get the best of him. "Fuck that! I'm not the one who almost passed out after one measly hour of cardio, dude... I think I can deal with a little bit of pain! You know better than to listen to Gray! He's got no idea what he's talking about." His damaged pride providing him a second wind, Ethan yanks his arm off of you with all the strength he can muster, and starts hobbling toward the locker room on his own. "I'm going to get the rest of my stuff," he calls out, panting like a sick dog, "I'll be right back."

His sudden outburst catches you off guard... it wasn't at all the reaction you were expecting when you offered him your help. He's always had a bit of an ego problem, but you wouldn't have ever guessed it would get the better of him at a time like this, when he's so obviously suffering. You know how it fills to be full of water — to be burdened with that sloshy, bloated feeling... like you could vomit at any moment — it's not pleasant. He needs your support right now... far more than he may think he does.

With not a single idea of what else to do in your mind, you run into the locker room after him... only to find him leaned helplessly against his locker, holding onto his stomach for dear life, and fighting to calm his heavily labored breath. "Oh my god," you shout, running to his side, "I thought you said you could deal with the pain, E! What the fuck! Are you okay?"

Awaiting an answer, you throw his arm across your shoulders once again, and prop him up on his own two feet. The sour smell of manly b.o. seizes your nostrils almost instantaneously — wafting from his hairy, sweat-soaked armpits — overwhelming you with its stench. Its almost as if the muggy atmosphere in the locker-room air has amplified its might somehow — provided it with just the right amount of humidity, and mixed it with the stench of a dozen other men — making it almost unbearable to inhale. Despite the strength of his body odor, you do your best to ignore it... holding your breath like you're under water. "Fuck," you mumble to yourself, "You smell like shit."

Ethan's stomach gurgles with an incredible tremor — sounding as though it's about to explode — and drops inside him as soon as he stands upright... and then, to the surprise of you both, he lets out the biggest burp you've ever heard in your life. It's a deep, eruptive force of wind, like you've never heard before... not from him, at least.

"BRUUUUHTT! Mmm-hmm... I'm fine," he answers, pushing you down onto an empty bench, "See? It was just a little... URRRP... gas, just like I said." With the stench of his body — drenched in sour sweat — ripe in the air, and his belch swirling around your face, you feel like you could pass out. You've dealt with dozens of ungodly odors before, that have all come out of him, but this one definitely ranks high on the list of his worst... it's absolutely sickening.

"What the fuck," you yell, "Why'd you-... woah, Ethan! Have you seen your stomach? It's huge! No wonder you feel so awful! Just look at you!" Staring up from your seat on the bench, you come face to face with his hugely distended gut — gawking right at it. He looks as though he's got a big balloon sat inside him... over-inflated, and tight... quite the opposite of his usual, defined abs. He doesn't say a single word in response — instead, turning to his locker, and digging around for something inside the messy compartment. He smells so bad with his back to you... even worse than he did just a few seconds ago. It seems that his foul musk just keeps growing stronger in the stuffy locker room air — and with the thick, sappy sweat running down from his shoulders, collecting at the small of his back, and pooling up in his ass crack, you're down wind for some foul stuff.

"Here it is." He grunts, yanking a plain gray T-shirt out from his overcrowded storage space — his stinking ass jiggling around in your face. "I thought I took it home with me yesterday, but it's still here. We can leave once I put it on." He turns back toward you, trying his hardest to pull it down over his water-belly — but no matter how hard he tugs at the cloth, it just won't go. "Shit! C'mon. No way, it doesn't fit."

"What do you mean, it doesn't fit? You literally wore that shirt yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, and it fit me just fine. What the fuck!"

Rising up from your seat, you take hold of either side of the end of his T-shirt, and start yanking at it as hard as you can... but even with all your might, you're unable to pull it down over his gut. "This isn't gonna work," you tell him, running your hand along his sweat-covered belly, "Just wear the shirt you came here in, it's pretty loose, right? It should cover you fine."

The surface of his belly is super taut underneath your hand... and yet, it's somewhat doughy to the touch. You can feel every ounce of liquid that he guzzled down — all sloshing around inside him, just below his thick skin — like his gut has become a big water balloon, with a thick rubber lining.

"Yeah," he reluctantly answers you — easing up to your gentle hand, "It should fit me. Fuck! I really shouldn't have drank so much after the treadmill... that was such a stupid thing to do. I feel like I'm fucking pregnant... with a fucking water baby!"

"Yeah, you are," you laugh, sitting back down, "I'd say at least seven months... with twins!" Your butt rested on the bench, you give his belly a couple of love taps — slapping it with your open hands, and socking it with a tight fist — and plant a friendly kiss just above his belly button. "Doesn't look bad on you, ya know. You carry them well."

As if it were on queue — like he knew exactly how to ruin the moment — Ethan rests a single hand on his stomach, and rips out a nasty fart. "Oops," he chuckles, "My bad. Ya know, I just finished running, so... that's probably gonna happen a lot. You know how it is." He smells like shit... like he's had an accident in the back of his shorts... a stench that could burn the hairs out of anyone's nose. Notes of decaying cabbage and old meat substitute products invade the air around you... creating a low-flying cloud of vegan fetor. You've encountered many a nasty fart from him over the years... but just like the stink of his b.o., this time is like nothing you've ever smelled before.

"Don't explain, man... it's fine, E... it's fine." You reply, trying not to breathe. "Just... do whatever you have to do to feel better. Want me to rub your tummy for you? I don't know if it'll help... but it—" You can't even finish asking your question before Ethan forces his stomach against your head — plunging your face nose-first into his shallow, foul-smelling belly button.

"Yeah, sure." He interrupts you, chuckling still. "That definitely helps." You can hear his bellowing laughter rumbling within the pit of his gut... it's like there's a big, booming drum, sat deep inside him.

He runs his hand along the back of your head, then grabs at the nape of your neck, and pulls it away from his body — yanking you out from the rotten hole. "What the fuck, Ethan!" You gasp — free to take in a full breath. "You fucking stink! Don't do that!"

"Okay... okay! It was just a joke... it's not that serious." He mutters, pushing himself hard against your face, yet again — this time, just to spite you. "Besides, there's no way I could possibly smell worse than you... as out of shape as you are. Look at you... MMMPH... drenched in sweat, like a big fatass. I bet you couldn't jog from here, to the front entrance, and back, without getting winded. What's a little stink gonna do?"

Your nostrils still lodged within the reeking depths of his navel, you take a big sniff, and free yourself once more. "You calling me a fatass, Ethan?" You squawk. "Seems like the pot calling the kettle black, don't you think? I bet I could do laps around this place... if I really wanted to... but... I don't. And anyway, you look like you're carrying twin water-babies right now. You're the fattest son of a bitch here! And, like I said, you stink. You need to clean your fucking belly button! It smells like shit! I feel like I've been pushed nose-deep into a dumpster. The only reason I'm still touching this thing is because you're so weak... and — me being a good person and all — I can't be rude to someone who's so clearly pregnant." Resting your chin against his belly, you give it a playful nibble, and begin to rub on it again — having said your piece.

"Alright... touché. Well, uh... since you're such an upstanding person, who's good to folks in my, uh... situation... why don't you help me feel a little better? Huh? I'm so weak, and so stinky, and so... pregnant, right? I'm in need of some care."

"Fine." You snicker, your mouth pressed softly to his skin. "Just as soon as we get back to your place, I'll help you pass this bloating. I'll do anything, E. Shit, I'll wait on you hand and foot if that's what you want. Now, get your stuff together, and let's go. My legs are killing me... I don't think I'll be able to walk by the end of the day."

"I'm good." He replies, watching lazily as you continue to rub his stomach. "As great as that sounds... you waiting on me, and all... I don't think I can move right now. I feel so heavy, ya know... like I got a tub of water inside me. And even if I could move... I'm not gonna head back out there looking like this. If you're going to help me feel better, you gotta do it here. How about giving the babies a few kisses? I don't know about them, but that'd make me feel a lot better."

His eyes heavy, Ethan shoots you a wicked grin... waiting patiently for you to follow his orders. It's almost as if he's got something else in mind... and alternative goal, that he won't divulge on just yet. You've always known him to be an unserious, jokey guy... but now — for the first time in years — it seems like he's trying to cross a line with you... wavering between his odd sense of humor, and a subtle perversion. It's just like that old saying goes — give a man an inch; he'll try to go the full mile... and Ethan's a real limit pusher. "You did say that you'd do anything, right? Go ahead, kiss 'em. Help their daddy out."

"What?" You question him, surveying the room with shifting eyes — in search of any unlucky bystanders. "That's... that's sick, Ethan! What's wrong with you?" Seeing that the washing-up area is full of showering men, you lower your voice to a near-whisper, and lean in closer to his body — doing your best not to be heard by anyone. "There are people in here, and cameras all over the place. Someone could see us! Let's just go back to your house! Please? I swear, I'll do whatever you want."

"So what?" He grunts, his naughty smile twisting into a stern grimace. "A few wandering eyes never hurt anyone before. We're in a men's locker room, dude... I promise you, worse shit has happened in here. Last week, I fully saw a guy getting his dick sucked over by the trash can. Don't worry." As if to add a final punctuation to his uncaring dismissal of your wariness, he rips out another long, foul fart — shaking the room like an earthquake as the wind escapes his bowels. It's clear from the smell alone that he's still feeling ill... despite his crooked expression — the sickly odor is more than enough to nullify his unworried front. "Nobody's gonna care if they catch us. Just... c'mon!"

Growing agitated, Ethan reaches for one of your hands — grabbing it with a startling force — and buries your pointer finger deep within the putrid shallows of his belly button. "Go ahead," he commands you, "Move it around. Make good on your promise... right here." With a slow, heavy hand, he begins to wriggle the digit around — running it along every ridge and bump that his navel has to bare. He's silent for a brief while... enjoying every moment of your firm touch... then — suddenly — he lets go of your hand, leaving you to explore the shallow hole on your own. "See? It's not so hard, is it? Go on."

The sweaty, shallowed hole clicking and squelching against the tip of your still finger, his thick sweat quickly encases it with a slimy, putrid film. It's an odd sensation... the consistency of the viscous fluid, as it drips from your fingertip... and yet, it's warmth comforts you as it leaks from his feverishly hot flesh.

"No. No, it's not." You mutter to yourself, giving in to his incessant coercion — your gaze being met with his, in an awkward stare-down. "I guess I could... help you out. You... and the babies."

Reluctant, you slowly begin to pleasure him, by your own, nervous volition — fingering his belly button with a steady motion. Though you're still a bit uncomfortable with the idea of performing such an act in a public space, you somewhat enjoy having his eyes on you as you play around inside of his umbilical hole — seeing the fiery lust in his stare, and his bottom lip folding under his teeth. The mere sight of his pleasure is all it takes to change your mind... to convince you that what you're doing is fine, and that Ethan was right; nobody will care if they see you. Compared to what he saw last week what you're doing is tame... far less indecent. You'd let him watch you like this all day if you could — gawk at you, with those sultry eyes of his — though, in a perfect world, you'd be performing other, dirtier favors for him.

"Mmm... that's good," he moans, pushing out another huge fart, "Sorry." He knows exactly what he's doing — violating your nostrils with such a rancid odor... getting his rocks off, as you satisfy his perverted desire — and, although his airy transgression is inexcusable, you can't help but to revel in it... to keep exploring, eagerly, as you inhale the great stench of his nasty 'mistake.'

"Wow," you gasp, "You smell awful, E! That's foul! And I think... I think I'm starting to like it. The way you stink... your strong body. Look at your pecs and your stomach, they're perfectly round! Mmm... and they smell bad too... manly, like your sweat."

"Oh yeah. I'm so gross and gassy after my workout. Hey... if you like my pecs so much, how bout you... give 'em a suck. Help me out, here."

Without hesitation, you sit up straight on the bench and begin to tease his nipple with your tongue — licking on it, until you feel comfortable enough to take it between your lips. Flowing out of him like breast milk, your mouth fills up with sweat... the salty, bittersweet juice. "You taste so good, Ethan. My mouth is already so full of you."

"Is it, now?"

"Yeah. Full of your delicious sweat... no... your milk. Is this what you'll feed your babies with? Have I had the first taste?" You begin to trace your tongue in a triangular pattern, all around his body — beginning with both of his nipples, and going down to his belly button — coating all three areas in your spit. "It's liquid gold."

Ethan shivers, and places his hand on either side of his gut — rubbing it as he moans, "Yeah, you are. My milk is all yours. Keep going... just like that." His deep voice slowly turns into a series of aggressive grunts, and his body loses control, letting go of more wind. He's so sexy to you — all big and gassy... his belly sloshing around as he plays along with your pregnancy talk — but as much as you want to take things further — pull down his pants and go to town right in the middle of the locker room, until he gives a long, airy birth to the twins — you simply can't work up the nerve to do so... not here.

Who knows what must've happened to those guys last week? If Ethan saw them, the three of them couldn't have been alone in the room. They had to have faced some drastic consequences. What became of the devious couple?

Discouraged from going any farther, you continue to cover his sweaty body in your saliva — looking around the room once more.

"Oh my god," Ethan wails, throwing his head back as you flick your tongue around inside his navel, "that's amazing. Keep goi-... wait, did you hear that?" Frightened, you immediately remove your mouth from the sour hole and look around, only to hear a disembodied voice yell, "There they are! The two perverts in the locker room! The pregnant guy, and his weird sub!"

As quickly as they left your body, all of the feelings of worry and suspicion rush back into your body... filling you with a terrible anxiety.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! We gotta get out of here, E! This is the last time I EVER let you rope me into something!" As quickly as you can, you rise to your feet and pull Ethan's shirt from his bag — dropping it over his stomach. This time, it fits around his bloated figure — unlike his last one — and covers his well-lathered belly. "Let's go! Go! Go!"

The two of you walk swiftly out of the gym, hiding Ethan's gut behind his bag as you speed past a muscly security guard... a gigantic brute, that you're almost certain wasn't in the building before.

What if those guys from last week ran into him? No doubt they were beaten to a pulp.

Exploring his body was fun while it lasted, but now, you've got to get out of dodge — and make it to the safety of his car. Your fun will just have to continue at home... where the two of you can be alone.

_________________________________

Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

#starry eyes #ethan dolan #ethan dolan belly/tummy #ethan dolan navel #ethan dolan farts #smut fic #ethan dolan smut

63 notes · View notes

atlas-of-a-human-soul · 2 years

Note

ive read your “the king of hearts - ethan dolan” too many times to count 😭 have you wrote anything like it? or know a wattpad or book like it?

Depends if you are looking exclusively for DT fics or wider. Also depends on which aspect you liked more: royal vibes or soulmate ones.

There's Dear Soulmate [Ethan], Save him from himself [Ethan], Feel good kind of love [Ethan], Fix me [Ethan] and Hurt, Broken wings (Grayson), Polar opposites (Grayson), The bad guy (Grayson), Meant to be (Grayson) and No strings attached that has the soulmate aspect and Wicked (Grayson) and the Greek God series (both twins) that have both the royalty and soulmate vibes.

As for other series, you can find:

1. Shawn Mendes: The princess, for royal vibe and Take a chance, Love in rewind, About us, Young wolf, My last heartbeat and Fallin all in you for soulmate vibes.

2. Peter Parker: Arch nemesis has soulmate vibes.

3. Fate the winx saga: Intertwining and the Ice Queen (Sky) have a mesh of soulmate/royal vibes, Come back to me (Riven) has soulmate vibes, Consequences and Soulmate (Saul) have soulmate vibes while Princess has both soulmate and royalty vibes.

4. The darkling: Broken trust, Draw your swords and Illuminated all have soulmate and royalty vibes.

5. Sirius Black: Snow kisses mini series has soulmate vibes.

6. Game of thrones: Northern lights series has soulmate and royalty vibes and it's ongoing on Wattpad.

7. Dean Winchester: It was her mini series has soulmate vibes.

8. Nick Scratch: Let him go mini series has soulmate vibes.

9. Twilight: Thunder & Lightining and Wildest dreams (Paul Lahote), Total eclipse of a heart (Embry Call) with soulmate vibes.

#twilight #dolan twins #the darkling #fate the winx saga #sirius black #game of thrones #dean winchester #nick scratch #peter parker imagine #shawn mendes

24 notes · View notes

vrsexxtasy · 2 months

Text

Entry: 2024/14/04

Just letting y’all bitches know rn. I smell like Warm Rum, Tobacco and Apples. My favorite desserts are Root beer floats, Cinnamon rolls, and Churros don’t let nobody tell you otherwise. I have my tattoos hidden from my mom as of rn (it’s a dragon on my hipbone) but would love to get more.

I love anything Passionfruit or Lychee flavored and I’m still not over my 2016 Dolan twin obsession, Always an Ethan girl. My hair is dyed a Wine color and I cover my eyes with a glitter similar to ‘VrSextasy’ by Pat McGrath to match my current work attire.

I dream to become a world renowned author, model, actress and director. I want to host parties bigger than Gatsby’s at clubs and be an it girl of my generation. I want to film series and have a cult like fanbase that defines someone’s life the same way my idols have marked mine.

I get all my clothes from swamp-meets and I talk about Mpreg, pegging men and men crying a shit ton. I have a horrendous problem with posting wtv and I despise copycats without them mentioning me as their inspiration cause bitch ik I am to you? I’ve gained most of my confidence from watching pornstars with similar bodies as to mine getting railed and I cut up my band tees to look hotter. Pairing them with dirty denim and converse cause my older brother always wore converse, …he’s been dead for a few yrs now.

I watch American Horror story, The girl with the dragon tattoo, Teen Titans (OG), and Pretty little liars on repeat and I love artists such as David Neth (tattoo artist), Jean Paul G, Vivienne Westwood, Old Dolce and Gabanna + Christian Dior (designers).

Petra Collins, Cobra Snake, and Jack bridge-land (photographers). Jake Gallagher, Pat McGrath and Erin Parsons (Beauty). Julia Fox, Gabriette Betchel, Alexa Demie, Kali Uchis, Marilyn Monroe, and 90’s punk Angelina Jolie (icons)

Amy Winehouse, THNB, PTV, MCR, Xxxtentacion, Old The Weeknd, Nirvana, Ethel Cain, Dream Ivory, Life on Venus and Evanescence (Music). My favorite flowers are Daturas (moonflowers/devils trumpet) and the Black Dahlia is a murder case that never leaves my mind. I look better in gold and I’m hyper aware of myself all the time. I like winter but hate the cold, I’m scared of the dark and I’m not big on physical touch.

Some random facts to get to know me and hope this is looked back upon to get to know me and how I use to be before I got famous. From my favorite book ever ‘Down the drain’ by Julia Fox, she knew she had the IT factor and that this lifetime was made for her to be famous. Thought by many Rockstars, Supermodels and Generational Icons, I hope to fucking GOD things work for me and I get the life I dream of. I’m going to be the biggest star of the century. Mom and Dad will be happy that their daughter (Me) was the one to get famous in a family of fake stuck ups and fuck ups. And be on all the billboards and have her name be set in pop culture history.

1 note · View note

poguesholland · 3 years

Text

Electric Love | Ethan Dolan

You decide to kiss your bestfriend for a tiktok trend, not knowing he feels the same way

THE TIKTOK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJhLRvMB/ (Electric Love, kissing your best friend Tiktok trend)

Warnings: flufffff, some cursing maybe?

A/N: Love this trend.

You and your bestfriend Ethan were chilling in his car, eating vegan burgers and just talking. You were a bit jittery as you were filming. Your excuse to filming was that you wanted to make a video for the end of summer but you were actually filming for a Tiktok.

The Tiktok you were filming really did not help with hiding your huge crush on Ethan. It was a Tiktok trend where one person sets up the phone and kisses their crush off guard, to confess their feelings. Obviously, Ethan didn’t know this trend since he wasn’t really big on Tiktok.

‘Electric Love’ by BØRNS played in the background as both of you finished your burgers, Ethan obviously finishing much faster than you because you were a slow eater. You tapped your leg nervously against the bottom of the car.

“But I don’t think this weeks podcast should be so long, especially if it’s just Grayson rambling about how he just built himself a new nightstand” Ethan continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. You clear your throat, “Yeah, I totally get it”. Ethan laughs, “See! Someone agrees with me! Grayson thought I was being so unreasonable for no fucking reason!”.

A laugh leaves your lips as the song edges closer to the beat drop, your hands beginning to feel clammy. You look at the camera, biting your lip in anxiousness and smiling nervously. Ethan looks at the camera then at you and chuckles, “How ‘bout you focus on me, yeah?”. You giggle, turning your body to face him.

Ethan points to his phone and you glance at his screen before you gaze at his face. He continues explaining his conflict with Grayson about the podcast episode, “So this is what Grayson wants to title the episode but really I think-”. Here goes nothing.

Your hands cup Ethan’s face, and he turns his face to look at you to see that the distance between you two was almost invisible. Instantly, you connect your lips and Ethan freezes for a second before slowly kissing you back. He registers what was happening and kisses you deeper, moving his hand to the side of your neck, holding you so lightly.

It was as if you were made of glass and he was afraid to hold you too hard. Or maybe it was because he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. His best friend, correction, his best friend that he’s in love with just kissed him. Ethan leans forwards to be closer to you, deepening the kiss, not wanting it to ever end. The feeling of his lips against yours almost driving you insane.

Once you begin to pull your lips away from his, Ethan moves a hand to the back of your head, pulling you back in. You slowly kiss him back, the butterflies in you stomach erupting at this point. Both of you pull away, but stay close enough to the point where you were breathing in each other’s air.

“Shit” Ethan laughs lightly, in disbelief, earning a small giggle from you. “T-That’s why I was filming. It was a Tiktok” You explain, moving away slightly to see your phone replaying the Tiktok. Once you don’t hear a response, you look back at Ethan to see a hurt expression on his face. “Wow- Um, just a Tiktok. Good to know” He mutters and you shake your head frantically.

“No! No, No, that’s not what I meant at all, E!” You rush but he shakes his head, shuffling back into his original position. His hands go to the steering wheel and he clenches his jaw to hide his saddened expression, looking away from you. “E, Ethan. Ethan that’s not what I meant. I promise” Your hand rests on his shoulder, but he doesn’t turn to face you.

He shifts further away from you, trying to move your hands from his body but you don’t budge. He clears his throat, eyes set on the parking lot in front of him, where the both of you had parked in. “Don’t sweat it. It was for a Tiktok, that’s fine.” Ethan says in the most normal voice he could put on display, but you knew him. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard you knew he was upset.

Both of you sit in silence for a second, as you let him cool down since you knew better than to ramble when he was upset, before he breaks it. “C’mon, I’ll take you home” Ethan speaks up. “Ethan” You disregard what he said, calling out for him to look at you. He shakes his head lightly, almost protesting any explanation you were about to give. He just wanted the hurt he felt from knowing it was just a Tiktok to go away, he didn’t want to feel this way about his best friend.

“I didn’t kiss you just for the Tiktok, I promise, E. I wanted to kiss you, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that” You plead and Ethan’s eyes rest on your hand that was placed on his knee. He purses his lips and looks almost unsure, not wanting to give in but also not wanting to believe the worst. Your thumb gently rubs his knee, trying to get him to face you.

Sliding your hands up to rest on his neck, “I meant that the Tiktok was to kiss your best friend that you have a crush on, but in my case, it was my best friend that I’m in love with”. You admit quietly, as if someone was around to hear the conversation.

Ethan’s poker face falters and he instantly turns to face you. His hazel orbs meet yours with furrowed brows, almost in denial. “Your best friend that you what?”. Your eyes look away from his, too shy to face him as you shake your head. “No, I want you to say it again” Ethan repeats, a grin finding its way to his face, moving his hand to your cheek and turning you to face him. “E-” You whine, cheeks heating up as you watch him smile because of how nervous you were.

“Say it again” Ethan repeats again, moving closer to your face. A huff escapes your lips, “Ethan-”. “Say it” He repeats once more, his tone showing no indication of him fooling around. So you muster up the little bit that’s left of your courage, “That I’m in love with”. He doesn’t even try to hide the smile on his face anymore, your noses brushing against each other now.

“So guess what happened today” Ethan mumbles against your lips and you laugh softly. “What happened, E?” You play along, shaking your head in disbelief at his silliness. “This girl that I’m in love with told me she loves me” He says quietly, eyes meeting yours to see a smile on your face. “Oh really?” You play along, lips brushing against his with every word. “Yeah” Ethan almost whispers, pushing his lips against yours into a loving kiss.

“Also”, He mumbles against your lips but you whine at the loss of contact and kiss him once more to shut him up, “Thinking of asking her to be my girl, what do you think?”. You pull away from his addicting lips, “Think she’d really like to be your girl”. “Good” Ethan breaths out, tucking a strand of hair that fell on your face behind your ear.

344 notes · View notes

ohtobeleah · 2 years

Note

I need a New Year’s Eve Deja Vu blurb! Please 🥺

Masterlist

There’s a party happening. Nothing too crazy. The Dolan’s and the Y/L/N’s have an annual New Year’s Eve party. The immediate and extended family members of both family’s get together at either the Dolan residence or your house. Rotating the festivities every year. It’s a tradition you always looked forward to, but with things with Grayson being as tender as they were—something about New Year's Eve gave you unwelcomed heart palpitations.

“How do you say sorry to a girl you gave a disease that could kill her? Flowers?” Luke Hollingsworth. Your younger cousin. An absolute sweetheart loved Ethan and Grayson. He saw them as the brothers he never had.

“I’m sorry—you gave a girl what?” Ethan’s sitting at the dining table on his laptop, peeling his eyes away from the tickets he was in the middle of booking for flights for when college resumed semester one.

“Gonorrhoea—“ Luke’s sighing as he helped himself to a can of Pepsi max. Cracking the can as he leaned his elbows down on the island bench next to where Grayson stood, texting you. His eyes were wide with the juicy tea your cousin was spilling, slowly but surely sliding just a meter away.

“Ahh, shit,” Ethan added. “Did you get some antibiotics?”

“No, I tested negative so I don’t need them.” Grayson couldn’t help himself, cracking out a laugh because well, Luke wasn’t the best and brightest, he was young and in love though. He either didn’t see the pattern or didn’t want to connect the dots.

“Okay, but your girlfriend, what’s her name?” Grayson asked, Luke’s girlfriend's name slipping his tongue as he clicked his fingers.

“Jessie—“

“Jessie, she tested positive?”

“Mm-hmm.” There was not a thought behind Luke’s eyes as he sipped his Pepsi max. Grayson sighed, placing an arm around the fresh 17-year-old.

“Look, buddy, if you don’t have it, then there’s no way that you could have given it to her. Point blank.”

“I couldn’t?” Luke questions just as Ethan lost it. Trying his best to keep his composure from behind his laptop.

“No.” Ethan sighed. “But it means she definitely got it from—uh, someone else.”

“Who got what from somewhere else?” Grayson's cheeks immediately began to heat at the sound of your voice. The constant coming and going of individuals from the respective houses wasn’t uncommon during the holiday session. Doors remained open and unlocked.

“Luke’s girlfriends got gonorrhoea,” Ethan explained. “But Luke’s negative.” Your heart sank for a moment.

“Aww, Luke I’m sorry.” You tried to hide your soft smile behind your hand. You didn’t mean to be insensitive but how thick could Luke be?

“Don’t be, her dads a cop, I’ll just figure out who she’s sleeping with and get him arrested or something.”

“Solid plan.” Grayson held his first out in solidarity, bumping the teenagers knuckles against his own. Looking up at your disapproving expression, mouthing a small “sorry.”

“Hey Gray, can I talk to you for a second?” You asked softly. Ethan had never seen his brother move so quickly. Chuckling to himself from the table as Grayson pushed him off the island bench and sauntered your way, following you into the living room.

“What’s up?”

“So uh, you’re coming to the New Year’s Eve party, right?” Grayson smirked just slightly, he could almost hear your heart beating inside your chest. Biting his bottom lip for just a second as he nodded.

“Yeah, of course, I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, I just wanted to ask, you know, with everything being so—weird.”

“Doesn’t have to be weird does it?” Grayson asked softly, stepping closer to close the gap between you just a little more. “I mean, I’m not talking a New Years kiss here but like—“ Grayson paused for a moment, his eyes tracing down to where the little angel pressed against your skin softly. “I just wanna spend the first moment of the new year with you.”

“I just wanted to know if you were coming, no need to be a suck-up.” You could feel your cheeks radiating. Burning. Trying desperately to hold back a bright smile. Were you and Grayson flirting?

“I mean it, there’s no one I’d rather ring in the new year with, plus, your mum always makes mini cob loaves so can’t pass up that now can I?” Grayson teased. Laughing as you softly slapped his side. Pulling you in with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, your arms wrapping around his torso. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I’m coming, I’ll be there, promise.” Taking in the smell of your shampoo while you took in the smell of Grayson's cologne. Maybe you could start the new year on a more positive note together? Grayson seemed to be trying, your heart full of forgiveness. The evidence before you was really starting to pile up in Grayson's favour. His sobriety journey, his abstinence. His commitment to showing you that yes, he did love you and that yes, he fucked up, but Grayson was trying. Right?

But we can’t all have everything we want—now can we?

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The festivities kicked off around 6pm. Knowing you and Grayson were both ready to start the new year on a new page made your heart flutter. Sure, it wasn’t going to be easy, there was still a lot you both had to work on and through, but surely, together. You were buzzing with energy, always the life of the party. Saying seeya later the 2021 and hello 2022. Dancing and laughing, enjoying your mum’s holdovers and the fresh mojitos that were effortlessly flowing.

The Dolans arrived seemingly early. Lisa, Ethan and of cause Grayson, adorning matching New Year’s Eve sweaters. Cameron was of cause running late. You expected nothing less from the oldest Dolan child.

“I'm gonna have to go get cam, something about her accidentally having one too many cocktails.” Grayson groaned as he read the text his sister had sent around 10pm. A slight frown plastered your face, worried Grayson potentially wouldn’t make it back for midnight. You were feeling buzzed, a new year’s kiss seemed appropriate, you were so full of hope that you and Grayson could make this work. That things were good.

“Do you want me to come with you?” the only reason Grayson said what he said next was because you looked so happy. You were vibing, truly enjoying yourself. He didn’t want to ruin it, take you out of that environment. He hadn’t seen you enjoy yourself for what felt like an eternity.

“I reckon it’ll be fine, I’ll be back yeah. Don’t have too much fun without me.” Gently placing a soft kiss on your temple, Grayson Dolan sent you what could have been the sweetest smile possible. Sharing a moment too long together as you watched him wrap his demon jacket around his arms, the weather, not the greatest, thunder and lightning accompanied with light rain. “I’ll be back before you know it, just keep the party going.” Nodding, you smiled back. Watching Grayson step out the front door.

Grayson truly meant to keep his promise, he had no intention of not keeping his promise. It was supposed to be a ten minute round trip tops, an extra three minutes tacked on because well, the weather was bad.

“Hey, E—have you heard from Grayson? He was meant to be back by now?” You tried to hide the concern in your voice, the worry on your face, but Ethan saw. He knew.

“Uh, no I haven’t, but now you mention it yeah it’s weird he’s not back.” Ethan could practically feel the alcohol in his bloodstream he’d had so much. Enjoying cold beer after cold beer, one shot after another. A cocktail or two. “But hey—I’m sure he’s just, I dunno, just lost track of him?”

“What about Cameron? Have you heard from her?” Ethan’s brows frowned as he sipped his beer.

“What about Cam? She’s here, has been for about an hour?” Your heart sank, watching the digital clock on the wall count down the seconds passing. 11:59:35pm 11:59:36pm 11:59:37pm.

“He went to go get Cam—“

“He definitely didn’t Y/n.” Perhaps it was the alcohol in Ethan’s system, perhaps it was your inability to believe Grayson had changed for the better, but the feeling that something wasn’t right kept growing inside you. The feeling that you’d fallen for him again. Déjà vu. “You two were good though?”

11:59:45pm “I thought we were!” You groaned. listening to your family and Ethan’s family start their annual count down. 10, 9, 8. “We were gonna try—“

6, 5, 4. “Kiss me?” Ethan asked. Deciding this was the idea he was going with, his intoxicated brain deciding if Grayson wasn’t gonna do it Ethan definitely was.

“I’m sorry what—?” 3, 2. You asked, Ethan, didn’t respond, placing his beer down before cupping your face. His hands gentle and cold against your warm flushed cheeks.

1. Lips pressed softly and ever so gentle against yours. Your eyes were still open for a moment before you sunk into the feeling. Your own intoxication taking over the moment.

Your phone on silent in the kitchen, going off with all the texts messages Grayson had tried to send you when he had no reception. All coming through while he rode in the ambulance he swore he didn’t need.

#grayson dolan series #déjà vu// grayson dolan #ethan dolan series #Grayson Dolan #Ethan Dolan #Dolan Twins

35 notes · View notes

ohtobeaspettyasleah · 3 years

Text

To build a home // E.D

When Oliver Anderson made the decision to stand up for his mum in a hallway fist fight. The last thing he expected to happen was punch his Media and Technical skills teacher—Ethan Dolan, in the eye. With their lives now intertwined, a stroy of trauma, belonging and love, Ethan and Oliver discover exactly what they want in life.

Pippers past: A look back on Pippers past, we find out about her trauma, her life and most importantly—just how desperate to be loved she truly is.

Strawberry jam: a typical morning for Ethan and his tots Lexi and Leo.

Fight or flight: Ethan scored a right hook to the face when he intervenes on a schoolyard fight. Oliver Anderson isn’t too happy but when Ethan sees his mum? He sure is.

It’s a parent parent teacher teacher thing: Ethan attends Lexi and Leo’s first kindergarten parent teacher interview and realises who exactly is teaching his children.

Jo’s coffee: Ethan takes Pipper out for coffee. Things don’t go according the plan. Ethan panics, Pipper worries and the pair connect on a deeper level.

#ethan dolan #dolan twins #teacher!e #e.Dolan #Ethan Dolan series

48 notes · View notes

anusha-swritings · 4 years

Text

Dolan Twins Masterlist

Grayson

Can’t Change

Longboarding

Just My Type

Series

Helpless: A series in which Grayson helps the reader battle herself internally. (#helplessbyanusha)

Compilations

SingleDad!Grayson: A compilation of all my fanfics of Grayson being the A-list dad we know he’s gonna be.

Ethan

87 notes · View notes

vsquadgoals · 4 years

Text

Frat!Ethan 3

Part 1

Part 2

Selena didn’t bother questioning Y/n on where she had been considering she usually spent her entire day at the library working nonstop. That night she just went right to sleep, not bothering to stay up and hangout with Selena like she usually did on Sundays, she made an excuse telling her she was just tired from working on homework all day. The next morning Y/n had class with Mason unfortunately, she thought about skipping but she wasn’t that type, she got ready for class dressing in a simple outfit, ripped jeans and an oversized band t. Y/n said goodbye to Selena before rushing out the door to her class that she was already running a bit late for, thankfully, she got there right on time slipping into her regular seat happy to see that Mason wasn’t in his seat next to her. During class she scanned the room subconsciously before her eyes fell on Mason, who was sitting the next row over from her, she almost gasped seeing his face. He glanced over at her and quickly looks away and back at their teacher, his jaw is swollen and black and blue and his lip is busted open. The rest of the class she could barely focus on what her teacher was saying and prayed that she could get notes from someone, all she could think was that she hoped Ethan didn’t do that to Mason, but she knew in the back of her head that there was no one else that would have a reason to do that.

Once class is over, she takes her time packing her things her mind still racing, she doesn’t snap out of her thoughts until Ethan is wrapping his arms around her waist from behind making her jump. She turns to look at him and blushes, “Sorry, you scared me.” She giggles a little when he chuckles rubbing her back trying to calm her. “Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.” He kisses her forehead. “It’s okay, I’m just in my head today.” Ethan frowns and runs his hand over her cheek but flinches slightly when his busted knuckles touch her skin making them sting. Y/n looks at him confused and frowns. “You okay?” She asks before taking his hand into hers examining his knuckles frowning more and looking up at him again. “What happened?” She whispers knowing damn well what happened, but she wanted him to tell her, praying he didn’t lie. Ethan moved away from her and sighed rubbing the back of his neck. “I was just so angry when I left you last night, and his room was right there...” He pauses shaking his head not wanting to look her in the eyes. “I couldn’t control myself; I was knocking on his door and my fist was colliding with his jaw before I knew what was going on.” Ethan sits down in one of the seats and rubs his face sighing. “I just couldn’t deal with someone hurting you like that and not dealing with the consequences.” Y/n frowns watching Ethan struggle internally with what he did, she stands in front of him and puts her hand on his cheek. “E.” She whispers trying to pull him out of his own thoughts before he can babble anymore. Ethan looks up at her surprised by the kindness, she smiles a little and takes his hand in hers kissing the wounds very lightly before kissing his cheek. “Thank you for standing up for me. But you don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl and I can fight my own battles; I don’t want you hurting yourself for someone else for me.” Ethan smiles a little and nods kissing the tops of her hands. “It won’t happen again Sweetheart, I promise.”

Y/n follows Ethan back to the house, she of course gets looks as she walks inside with Ethan’s arm wrapped protectively around her waist. “Grow up.” Ethan growls at them making them look away quickly, they go up to his room and he closes the door behind them. Y/n sits on his bed and kicks off her shoes making herself comfortable, normally she wouldn’t be so comfortable in a guy like Ethan’s room but she’s so tired from the past two days she just wants to relax and spend time with him alone. Y/n takes her phone out of her back pocket and sends a quick text to Selena letting her know that she’s with Ethan and will be back later. Ethan lays on the bed next to her wrapping his arms around her waist. “Lay with me.” He mumbles into her skin as he lifts her shirt slightly kissing her hip. Y/n squirms a little and giggles. “That tickles E.” She squeals when he continues to tease her ticklish skin, she manages to wiggle out of his grip enough so she’s lying next to him and he no longer has access to the sensitive skin. Ethan hums happily and wraps his arms around her waist tightly pulling her body against his. “Mmm That’s better.” He hums as he kisses her neck softly. Y/n giggles a little leaning happily into his touch as he continues kissing her neck and slips his hand under her shirt slightly rubbing his thumb over her skin making her whimper and bite her lip. Ethan smirks hearing the sounds slip from her lips, he looks up at her and puts his hand on the back of her neck pulling her lips against his. Soon their tongues are wrestling for dominance and she's quickly letting him win, he smirks against her lips and she moves so that she's now straddling him and cupping his face in her hands. Ethan’s hands find their way to her hips quickly holding her tight against him, it felt like they were going to stay like this for hours until they of course were interrupted by a knock on the door. Ethan sits up against the headboard holding Y/n on his lap still. “Fuck off!” he yells to whoever is on the other side of the door, Y/n giggles a little, they couldn’t catch a break. She smirks and starts kissing along his jaw slowly before making her way down his neck sucking lightly every so often, he leans his head back against the headboard and groans holding her hips tighter.

“Ethan!” Luke groans knocking on the door again, Ethan sighed and groans for a very different reason this time. Y/n sits up and starts to get off his lap and his holds her hips against him and shakes his head frowning. She smiles a little and nods toward the door, Ethan sighs again when Luke opens to door walking inside of the room. “The house better be fucking on fire.” Luke's eyes widen when he sees Y/n on top of Ethan, he clears his throat and smirks a little. “I’m out of papers.” He says making Ethan roll his eyes, he leans over to his nightstand and takes out a pack of rolling papers and throws them at him. “If you come in here again, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. Close the fucking door on your way out.” Y/n rolls her eyes and leans her head against Ethan's shoulder. Luke backs out of the room. “Sorry. See ya Y/n.” “Kid fuck off!” Ethan yells throwing a pillow toward the door just as Luke closes it. Y/n sits up and looks at Ethan with wide eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with him?!” She asks sighing, “I’ve barely said two words to that guy in my life.” Ethan rolls his eyes then chuckles. “You’re hot Sweetheart, every guy would kill to be in my position.” Y/n rolls her eyes and giggles hitting his chest playfully. She smirks and leans over kissing along his jaw before sucking lightly on his ear. “Let’s make him jealous then.” She whispers and slowly grinds against his growing bulge. Ethan groans and digs his fingers into her hips guiding her slowly. “You’re fucking incredible.” He moans as he slips his hands under her shirt and slowly pulls it off over her head tossing it across the room. Y/n bites her lip and smirks pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it behind her. Before she can do anything, Ethan is holding her waist tight and flipping them over so he’s hovering over her.

Y/n looks up at him and bites her lip, she was aching for him and had probably soaked through her panties by now. Ethan’s fingers trailed down her cheek and then her chest, she squirms under him and whimpers. “Please E.” She wines arching her back trying to get some contact. Ethan smirks and quickly gets rid of the rest of her clothes, kissing slowly down her body before propping himself between her legs. Y/n looks down at him and bites her lip waiting for his next move, Ethan looks up at her as he kisses the inside of her thighs teasingly. He slips one finger between her folds and groans when he feels how wet she is. “So wet aren’t you Sweetheart?” He says breathing against her aching core, she moans and nods not breaking eye contact. “Just for you E.” she manages to get out just before Ethan is burying his face between her legs and lapping up her juices, her hands go to his hair tangling her slim fingers in it holding him in place. Ethan wraps his arms around her thighs holding her body down against the bed as she tries to arch her back and move closer to him, his tongue circles her clit quickly as he slips one finger inside of her curling it against her g-spot making her squeal and moan his name loudly not caring about the frat hearing her and neither did Ethan. He added another finger and moving them quickly as he latched onto her clit sucking, y/n gasped and arched her back holding tightly onto Ethan’s hair and moaning loudly. “I’m gonna cum E.” She moans before looking down at him. It sure was the most beautiful sight to see, Ethan fucking Dolan laying between her legs with his face buried deep in her soaking pussy with her juices covering his beautiful face.

Ethan smirked against her and pulled away slightly. “Cum on my tongue Sweetheart.” He mumbled licking his lips before digging back in, she was by far his favorite meal and he never wanted to stop devouring her. Y/n was a moaning mess under him as he attacked her clit and thrusted into her g-spot repeatedly, soon the knot in her stomach was coming undone and she was screaming his name as she came. Her legs were a shaking mess as Ethan removed his fingers and licked between her folds a few times until she was trying to squeeze her legs closed and push his head away. He pulled away and smirked at her before licking his lips and wiping off his face, “Fuck you taste so good I don’t wanna stop.” He said as he kissed up her body before pecking her lips a few times, he held his soaked fingers up to her swollen lips, “Why don’t you have a taste for yourself.” Y/n smirked at him and licked her lips before taking his fingers into her mouth and sucking her juices off them, swirling her tongue around his long fingers humming happily.

Once he removed his fingers from her lips, he was quickly stripping himself from the rest of his clothes and lined himself up with her sensitive entrance. Y/n bit her lip looking up at him as he looks down at her teasing her hole making her moan and her eyes flutter shut. “Please fuck me Ethan.” She moans making Ethan smirk and thrust into her roughly. “FUCK.” She screams gripping onto his arms as he continues to thrust into her quickly, the headboard banging against the wall loudly with every thrust. The two of them are a moaning mess, Ethan buries his face into her neck. “God you’re so fucking tight Sweetheart. You feel so fucking good.” He grunts into her ear as her nails scratch down his back definitely leaving marks for later. Y/n wraps her arms around his hips meeting his thrusts as best as she can, “I’m so close.” She moans, Ethan smirks thrusts harder into her his thrusts getting sloppier as he gets closer. “Me too Sweetheart.” He moans as he reaches between them and rubs her clit quickly bringing her to another orgasm with his name spilling from her lips as loud as she can. Ethan pulls out and Y/n is wrapping her small hand around his length pulling him to her mouth, she sucks on the tip and he groans and pumps himself in his hands. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue begging for him to cum. Before she knows it, he looks down at her moaning as ribbons coat her tongue and chin as he comes undone. She hums happily and swirls her tongue around his tip a few times after swollowing his load. “Holy shit.” He groans and runs his fingers through her hair. “That was so fucking hot.” She wipes the rest of his cum off her chin and sucks it off her fingers. “You taste pretty damn good too.” She says smirking at him.

Ethan lays next to Y/n and pulls her against him nuzzling his face into her shoulder blade. “You’re amazing.” He whispers making her smile and blush. “I’ve been told I’m a good fuck.” She teases, Ethan sighs and frowns. “I mean you are fucking incredible, but not just that.” He says peppering her shoulders with kisses. Y/n turns to face him and smiles cupping his face in her hands. “Thank you, E.,” She whispers before kissing him gently on the lips. Ethan smiles against her lips and wraps his arm around her waist pulling her naked body against his. They lay like this for a while, just resting, her body against his while his fingers trace small circles on her back, and she hums happily her eyes struggling to stay open. “Tired?” He mumbles softly and she shakes her head still not able to open her eyes, he chuckles and kisses her forehead. “I’m gonna get us some water, I’ll be right back.” Y/n frowned but nodded letting him slip out of each other's grasp. He tossed on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before leaving the room closing the door behind him, she pulled his blankets over her naked body and nuzzled into his comfy bed letting her eyes fall closed again.

Ethan goes downstairs and into the kitchen getting two water bottles out of the fridge. “There's the Ethan we know and love. Are you finally gonna ditch her?” Luke asks leaning against the fridge door. “There’s a few of us that I know would like to have a go, so the sooner the better.” Ethan’s eyes go wide, and he stares at Luke his eyes full of rage. “You’re fucking kidding, right?” he practically growls taking the slightly smaller one off guard. “You don’t actually like her, do you?” he says chuckling a little, Ethan scoffs and shakes his head before Luke can say anything else Ethan’s fist is colliding with his nose dropping him to the ground. “Watch your fucking mouth or it’s going to be worse next time. Make sure you let everyone around here know too. Keep her fucking name from your mouths and be a little more respectful because you’re going to be seeing her around here more.” Grayson is walking into the kitchen as Ethan pushes past him before he can even question why Luke is holding his nose trying to stop the bleeding. Y/n barely budges when Ethan opens the door until she hears hushed whispers. “What the fuck E?!” Grayson pries making Ethan roll his eyes. “Shh, she's sleeping.” he says leaving the door slightly cracked so she can still hear. “I’m done letting people talk about her like that Gray! Plus, he had that shit coming for a long fucking time.” Y/n listens closely and frowns. “You can’t just go around knocking people around Ethan. I know he's a fucking douche but come on.” Ethan rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to let some fuck ask me when I’m gonna dump her because him and these other fucking losers wanna fuck my girl.” Y/n’s frown quickly turned into a smile when she heard him call her his girl and she fucking loved it. Grayson was taken back by it a little bit. “your girl?” Ethan sighed and nodded. “Yeah Gray. I actually like this fucking girl so I’m going to stand up for her. I’m not going to let anyone talk about here like that.” Grayson sighs and puts his hand on his shoulder. “Okay, just try to keep it together.” He nods and finally heads into his room closing the door quietly.

Once he lays next to her again and pulls her close, she smiles into his chest. “I like you too.” She whispers, Ethan looks down at her, her eyes are still closed, and he chuckles. “So nosy.” He whispers before kissing her cheeks playfully making her giggle. “So, you’re my girl, right?” he asks looking down at her. She bites her lip and looks up at him finally. “Ethan Dolan are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” she teases making him roll his eyes. “Y/n y/l/n, will you be my girlfriend?” Y/n smiles wide and nods kisses him happily. “Of course, I will. I’m honored.” Ethan rolls his eyes again and chuckles. “Smart ass.” Y/n nuzzles into his chest again hiding her yawn. “I should leave soon.” She whispers as she rubs her tired eyes. Ethan frowns and pulls her closer. “Stay.” He mumbles into her hair. “Selena will get worried. Plus, we have class tomorrow.” She says still not pulling away though. As bad as she would love to stay here nuzzled into him, but she knew Selena would be upset if she didn’t come back to the room. Ethan frowned and nods. “You’re right, but I will be walking you back.” Y/n didn’t bother to fight him on that, plus she would rather him walk her anyway. They lay like that for a while just talking about nothing before Y/n phone starts ringing from the floor, she sighs and leans over picking it up. “Hey Lena. What’s up?” She answers laying back on his bed and he puts his head on her chest as she plays with his hair. “Bitch, don’t hey me, where the hell are you?” Y/n giggles and rolls her eyes. “I’m coming back to the room in a few minutes, I’m at Sigma.” Y/n giggles again when she hears Selena cooing on the other end. “On excuuuuse me love bird. We’ll talk when you get home young lady.” “I love you, bye.” She hangs up and smirks kissing Ethan’s head. “I should go.” Ethan nods and gets off of her kissing her before he gets off the bed. Y/n redressers herself while Ethan throws on a hoodie and slips on some socks and sneakers. He grabs another hoodie from his draw and hands it to her. “It’s cold out.” She takes it happily and smiles wide before pulling it on over her head. Ethan grabs her backpack and slings it over his shoulder before grabbing her hand and they head out of his room and the house toward her dorms.

Once they were at her dorm door Ethan grabbed her face and kissed her lovingly making her smile against her lips. “Let me know when you get back to the house okay?” He smiled and nodded pecking her lips a few times before letting her go into her dorm. As soon as she closes the door to her dorm, she is face to face with Selena who has a knowing smirk on her face. “Don’t you dare try to deny anything! I know your ‘just had sex’ look!” Y/n giggles and rolls her eyes. “Oh, don’t be silly Lena, nothing happened.” She sings making her friend chuckle and roll her eyes. “You little whore I knew it.” Y/n giggles and tosses her backpack onto her desk before sitting on her bed. “Well I think I’m aloud to sleep with my boyfriend.” She says singing the tittle making Selena’s eyes go wide. “Shut the fuck up!!” Selena yells before clamping her hand over her mouth making Y/n giggle. “Spill bitch!” They spent the next hour or two talking about everything that happened between her and Ethan and how Ethan stood up for her to Luke and Mason. Which Selena couldn’t believe acted the way he did. “I should’ve known he was a fucking loser and would have done something like that.” Selena said making Y/n chuckle a little. “I’m over it, he got what he wanted and lost a good friend to him.” Y/n said shrugging her shoulders. “You should see his face though, it’s pretty bad.” She says trying to hold back a giggle. Of course, she didn’t love that Ethan did that, but she knew that Mason deserved it and it gave her butterflies knowing that Ethan cared enough about her to defend her like that.

Y/n yawned and grabbed something to wear for bed before going into the bathroom and doing her nighttime routine. She facetimed Ethan as she cleaned off her makeup and washed her face. “Hi beautiful.” he answers almost immediately making her smile. “Hi handsome, I just wanted to make sure you were okay and home safe.” He smiles at her through the screen as she dries her face and tosses her hair into a messy bun. “I’m safe Sweetheart. I’m surprised you’re not sleeping.” He says adjusting himself in his bed while watching her. She shrugs and leans on the counter where her phone is propped. “Selena and I were catching up a bit. I’m gonna go to sleep now, I'm exhausted. I don’t know how I’m gonna get up for my 8AM tomorrow.” He chuckles and nods knowingly. “Well go get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay beautiful?” She nods and smiles. “Goodnight E.” “Goodnight Sweetheart.” Y/n hung up and went back to her bed falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. The next morning at 7:30 there was a knock on her dorm room door. Selena sighs and opens the door; she was already awake and about to leave for class. “Oh, Ethan. Hey, she’s still sleeping.” Ethan smiles and nods handing Selena a coffee. “I came to rescue her, hopefully some breakfast and coffee will get her up.” Selena smiles and thanks him before slipping past him out to door and heading to class.

Ethan set the coffees and breakfast sandwiches on her desk before sitting on the edge of her bed. “Y/n.” he whispers tucking her hair behind her ear, she groans and nuzzles her face into her pillow further. Ethan leans down and peppers her cheek with kisses. “Sweetheart, you gotta wake up.” Y/n sighs and rubs her face with her hands trying to wake herself up as Ethan rubs her back. “Thata girl.” He hums happily as her eyes start to flutter open. “What are you doing here?” she whispers her voice still full of sleep and a little raspy, god he wanted to wake up to this beautiful face and sleepy voice every morning. “I brought you coffee and a sandwich to try to wake you up for class, but if you would rather skip, I’m totally here for it.” Ethan says making Y/n smile and giggle a little. “Can we just stay in bed for a while and eat breakfast and cuddle?” She asks hopefully, he chuckles and nods kicking off his shoes and grabs the bag with their food and slips into the small bed next to her. “I’d love nothing more than to lay in bed with you all day sweetheart.” he says kissing her head, and that’s what they did, they laid in bed all day cuddling and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths.

#frat!e #ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan fanfic #ethan dolan x reader #dolan twins #grayson dolan imagine #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins smut #ethan dolan smut #dolan twins series #ethan dolan series

59 notes · View notes

tomsnovia · 4 years

Text

A Walk To Remember - G. D.

[ a/n: this is just a little thing i wrote COMPLETELY based off of the Nicholas Sparks novel. this movie has been on my mind & is one of my favorites so i thought i would quickly write one of the parts of the movie :) this is all over the place though.. i need to watch the movie again haha ]

You're the quiet, reserved girl in high school and Grayson was a popular jock. Oftentimes when you’d see him in the hallway with his friends they’d laugh at you. He joins this year's play in order to graduate but in desperate need of help he decides to reach out to you. The two of you become close very fast but whenever you approach him at school he continues to laugh at you.

Eventually the bullying reaches a new high.. Grayson gets fed up and sticks up for you which leads to him losing his so called "friends". The relationship between you two blossoms very fast and he accepts the fact that he 100% is falling for you. Eventually he asks your dad's permission to ask you on a date. Hesitantly, your dad accepts and allows the tall brown haired boy to take you out on a nice date. That night grayson pulled a couple of tricks out of his sleeve..

A couple of nights prior to the date, what you thought to be as just another late night talk with him, he was actually taking mental notes on all of the things you wanted to do before your time here on earth was over. So your first date? He took you to that very fancy restaurant you only dreamed of going to as a kid. With it being very expensive you never saw yourself actually getting to experience such treatment while eating. During dinner he takes your hand, guides you to the dance floor and begins to slow dance with you.

He pulls you in, holding you gently. You rest your head on his shoulder and slowly rock side to side with the tall boy who towered over you. After dinner he took you on a little drive, refusing to tell you where you were headed. After what seemed to be forever he finally pulled the black porsche off to the side of the road. You looked around with a confused face not understanding where he had taken you.

The tall boy smiled at you before quickly exiting the car, making his way over to your side to open the door for you. He grabbed your hands and guided you to the middle of the street.

“Okay, one foot there.. and one foot there,” he said pointing at two different spots on the street. You did as instructed and smiled.

"What're you doing Dolan?" You chuckled.

"You said you've always wanted to be in two places at once but thought it was nearly impossible.." he said quietly. You stared deep into his eyes trying to understand where he was going with this before he pointed at a sign behind you. Without moving your entire body, you moved your head so you could see what he was pointing at. A sign that read "WELCOME TO NEVADA" stood in front of you lit up by the street lights.

You quickly looked back at the boy to find him smirking. "Technically you're in both California and Nevada at the same time," he smiled. You bit your lip and smiled and hugged him tightly.

70 notes · View notes

onlyyyariii · 2 years

Text

Secret Love

Liana’s point of view

*******

"Guys, we need to collab! People have been commenting on my Twitter and Instagram asking me if y'all are still my friends. Which is extremely stupid because, I don't have to post about someone constantly just because I'm friends with them." I say.

"E, did you hear that?"

"Sure did Gray."

"Liana, this ain't Texas you don't need the y'all." Grayson says, in a very bad Southern accent.

"Seriously Grayson Bailey?!"

"Ooh she pulled out the midde name Gray. You're in trouble."

I glance over at Ethan, "Ethan I wouldn't start."

"Okay jeez. We can collab. What ideas do you have?"

"Um mukbang, shopping haul, q and a, uh reading fanfiction-"

"Stop! That's a good one!"

"Which one Gray?"

"Fanfiction. We could do that for our channel."

"Yeah that's awesome Gray!" Ethan exclaimed.

I watch as they hug then do their handshake.

"Mhm definitely,” I roll my eyes, “what about my channel!?"

"Oh the q and a sounds good for you."

I roll my eyes. Of course it does.

"So are we going to film yours first since I'm already here?"

What they didn't know was I had already filmed the first half of my video at home before coming over. It was a get ready with me. So my video will be half 'get ready with me' and half q + a.

"Sure."

We walk to their filming room. They go sit on the purple couch as I stand behind the camera.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

I press play on the camera.

"What's up guys we're back!" Grayson screams.

"And today we had no idea what we were going to do."

"We ended up calling a friend over. Because she has so many video ideas."

"Liana, come on in."

I walk in and sit between them, throwing my arms around their necks.

"Wait we should totally do a skit for Liana."

"Definitely bro. Skit time."

We cut the camera for a few minutes to think of the skit idea.

"What should we do?" Grayson asks.

"Gray you should have some ideas. You're the one who wanted to do a skit!"

"Calm down Li, let's think."

"Um maybe E can ask Gray what you should do for a video and he flips out and you flip out and I ring the doorbell, you answer and I just say-"

"Fanfiction!" they screamed together.

I rub my ears.

"Yeah."

"Great let's do it."

I walk outside. I hear Grayson start screaming then Ethan follows.

"Grayson I always come up with the video ideas!"

"Are you kidding Ethan? I came up with last weeks and the week before that!"

I ring the bell. Ethan opens the door a few short seconds later. Grayson appears by his side.

"Liana, what are you doing here?" Grayson asks.

"Fanfiction."

We stop filming to go back to the couch. We set the camera back up and press start.

"God that was so cheesy." I say, laughing.

"Aren't they always?" Grayson asks.

"True." we all laugh.

"So for today's video Liana, Gray, and I have searched up some fanfictions that all of us are in."

"Ethan found one where him and Liana are together and I have one where she and I are together."

"Obviously I'm just here for reactions," I laugh, "Nah I searched up some video edits of us and we'll be watching them a little later."

"I'm going to go first. This one is called 'Just Friends?' and its by xxeverythinglianadolanxx. There's a summary down here," he scrolls for a few seconds ," 'The Dolan Twins are always shutting down dating rumors between them and Liana Summers. Although during filming their lie detector test video when Grayson asked Ethan if he ever liked Liana, Ethan just sort of shrugged and chuckled. So are they really just friends?'."

"That's an intriguing summary." Grayson says, glancing over at Ethan.

"Oh I agree." I nod.

"Alright it's in my point of view so bear with me here." Ethan says, slightly laughing.

*******

New series ?? Hope you guys like this one. It’s my first ever story so I’m not going to edit it much.

#grayson dolan #dolan twins #ari’s fic recs #oc #ethan dolan #lianamariesummers #ari’s masterlist #ari #lianasummers #secret love

3 notes · View notes

fxkthatdairy · 4 years

Text

Look After Me: Chapter One~ Ethan Dolan

OVERVIEW: (Y/N) Houck holds a special place in many people’s hearts. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, she works hard for her success, and she makes people want to be a better version of themselves when they’re with her. She’s also a crackhead. And Ethan Dolan loves her for it. Growing up, (Y/N) and her older brother was very close. That means that when Kyle decided that he was going to move to LA to pursue his dreams, his 19-year-old sister (Y/N), went along with him. They moved into a small apartment in downtown LA and when Kyle began filming for the twins (Y/N) followed behind them. Through the many days of filming, the group got extremely close. After a few months of living in LA, (Y/N) meets 22-year-old Zachary Lewis, and they began dating. When she finds out his true identity what does she do? Who does she confide in the most? Does she fall for the man who truly fell in love with her?

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, drug usage, heavy language, fights, mentions of depression, and much more

Collaboration with @dickdowndolan

(Y/N) Houck has always been far different from her brother. She’s abnormally short, juxtaposing greatly to her brother who (much to her annoyance) closely resembles a beanstalk. She’s also never been the typical skinny California girl, she has curves and a tummy that she at times, has a very love-hate relationship with. She would often be described as overwhelmingly sassy, but she knows what she wants and what she wants she gets. It’s this determination that has allowed her to become a big success in the corporate world. (Y/N) Houck created a company that works alongside other businesses to help find the most ethical and sustainable ways to produce products. She’s only 19 and she’s already proving herself to be a boss ass bitch.

But there’s a different side of the youngest Houck sibling, one that rarely anyone ever gets the privilege to see. More times than not, she chooses to be very secluded in how she handles her emotions, she doesn’t always like to share her thoughts or feelings. (Y/N) has always been scared of how people would react if she were to share how she really felt. The only person she has ever been completely vulnerable with about her true mental obstacles is her older brother, Kyle. While her brother was three years her senior, they are often assumed to be fraternal twins based on how close they are. So when Kyle made the big decision to move to Los Angeles and pursue his dreams in photography and videography, she was bound to follow him. She now stands in the middle of the apartment that she shares with her brother, tired from the long journey from Washington to Los Angeles. Kyle had been moving their boxes in from the car while she was supposed to be unpacking them when he notices his sister standing silently, looking around at the view of the city from the window in their new empty living room.

“What’s wrong, Simba?” He questioned using her childhood nickname, an ode to their shared love of the Lion King.

“Nothing, everything is just different is all. I feel like it’s gonna take some adjustment,” she exasperates loudly, taking the box that was in his hands and placing it on the kitchen counter.

“A good different, or bad different?”

“Good different, I just have a feeling,” She said with a smile.

Two weeks later, the two were officially settled into their apartment and it had come to the time that Kyle would start working as a videographer for the Dolan Twins youtube channel. He decided to bring (Y/N) along simply because she had yet to make any friends in LA and he didn’t want her to be alone. So with that in mind, he trudged into his sister’s room at around 6:00am to drag her out of the house to help behind the scenes. The only problem with his plan is that the one thing about his sister that has been consistent since birth is that she is not, nor will she ever be a morning person.

“Come on (Y/N), time to get your lazy ass up,” Kyle roused turning on her bedroom light.

“Fuck off, asshole, 30 more minutes,” comes her voice from under the pile of blankets at the center her bed.

Kyle then lets out a sigh and walks over to the bed, yanking the blanket from her clutch and exposing her to the light of day. In tandem, he also exposes her body to the cold temperature of their apartment because the air conditioning is broken, stuck full blast until maintenance decides to come fix it.

“Knowing you, it’s going to take a whole hour and a half for you to get ready and we need to leave by 8:00 so get up Simba,”

“It’s cold as fuck in here, you’re lucky I’m way to tired to go and whoop your ass, Mufasa,” she says throwing her legs over the side of her bed and standing to stretch out her tired muscles.

“Be ready by 8, we are leaving at 8:05,” she hears following the slamming of her door.

(Y/n) then walked over to the bathroom and looked at her disheveled state in the mirror. She shrugged her shoulders, not caring about her appearance at the moment, and grabbed her toothbrush beginning to brush her teeth. She turned on the shower, setting the water temperature to something that wasn’t extremely hot but also not freezing. She rinsed her mouth off in the sink and then stripped of her pajamas, stepping into the shower. She quickly washed her hair and body, took the time to shave her legs, and got out of the shower. She dried herself off before putting on her undergarments and sliding on a pair of black distressed jeans. She threw on a light grey loose tank top and topped it with a jean jacket. She brushed her hair and straightened it a little and then applied minimal makeup that included a full face, eyeliner, and a nude lip with a glossy finish. Not necessarily minimal, but she made it look natural. By the time she finished getting ready, it was 7:55. She slid on a pair of checkered vans and grabbed her phone as well as her black bookbag with all of her belongings and headed into the living room.

“I’M READY,” she yelled from the couch as her brother exited his bedroom, carrying his giant duffel bag full of filming equipment.

“Okay let’s go then,” he said and they both exited the apartment, making sure to lock it behind them.

An hour later (fuck LA traffic, honestly, the drive was supposed to take 15 minutes) they’re pulling into the twin’s driveway to start filming. Looking out the window she sees an array of expensive cars, and a house that she could never even imagine being able to afford, even with all the success of her new company. But the nice house and fancy cars aren’t what caught her eye. What caught her eye was the two beautiful and identical men standing on the porch smiling and waving at them as Kyle parked the car. Even though the two men appeared to be identical, (Y/N) was able to notice tiny differences between the pair like the slight difference in figure, and the mole on only one of their chins.

Still sitting in the car, Kyle rolls the window down to talk to the pair as he puts the car in park.

“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind but I brought my sister today, I didn’t want her lonely ass sitting at home all day and I thought she could get some human interactions beside me. (Y/N), meet Ethan and Grayson. Grayson and Ethan, meet (Y/N).” Kyle said,

“Nice to meet you two,” She said while reaching down to grab her bag from the floorboard of the car.

“Nice to meet you as well, I’m Ethan by the way, you’ll learn to tell us apart quickly,’’ he responds with a laugh.

“Good thing I learn quick, I can already tell you guys apart. Grayson has a mole on his chin and the dangly earring that you have a good enough fashion sense to know is a bad idea. It’s not hard,”

“You hurt me (Y/N),” Grayson says, hand clutching over his shirt where his heart is, “you really hurt me.”

“Hey Simba, you mind grabbing the duffel out of the trunk for me?” Kyle hollered over the roof of the car as they both opened their doors to get out.

(Y/N) nodded and grabbed the bag, walking up to face the twins.

“Simba?” Ethan inquires pointing at (Y/N), eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, the Lion King was our favorite growing up,” Kyle answers while secretly bending over to get some mud from the ground. He then quickly grabs (Y/N) from behind starting to sing the starting notes to The Circle Of Life (he’s off-key but no one cares) and smears the mud on (Y/N)’s forehead.

Kyle continues to sing as he runs away from an angry (Y/N). As he gets to the chorus, Ethan catches (Y/N) mid stride, monkey thrusting her ass into the air just like in the opening scene of the movie. Many would say that this is a weird way for a first interaction to unfold, but that’s what makes their dynamic so special. It felt like they had all been friends their whole lives. Their group chemistry was instant and was full of chaotic energy. They were all crackheads, and they each fed off of their group chaos.

Throughout the next couple months they all got closer and closer. They filmed videos of course, but they also began to hangout outside of filming as well. They were all together when (Y/N) met a vlogger named Zach. Ethan and Grayson were skeptical of him because they had previously heard some shady things about him at some of the events they had been to. But Zach and (Y/N) on the other hand, they hit it off instantly. So well that they had agreed to go on a date later that week.

In the beginning, (Y/N) and Zach’s relationship was similar to that of a film worthy love story. (Y/N) fell hard for Zach and he fell for her in return. They were in love, they had the kind of us against the world mindset that people crave to have with another person. Many times, (Y/N) had to prove this mindset. The problem with Zach was that he was a disguised clout chaser. A Logan Paul trying so unbelievably hard to be a David Dobrik. There was a craze in the tabloids suspecting Zach's infidelity, possible drug use, and desire to exploit the success of (Y/N)’s company as well as her friendship with the twins. But regardless, she stuck with him through all of it. He made her feel special and he made her feel wanted. No matter how many times Grayson, Ethan, or Kyle expressed their concern she repeated that to herself, and honestly she believed it too.

She pushed their concerns aside as she was reassured over and over again by Zach that he loved her, that they were meant to be. So many times she would be questioned or told not to when she mentioned going over to the twins or spending the day with her brother.

“I don’t want you hanging out with the twins, baby, they always fill your head with doubts about my feelings for you,” Zach brought up one night as (Y/N) was getting herself ready to head over to the twin’s house to film a video.

“Babe, I can’t stop hanging out with my friends. I just ignore them most of the time when they say anything about you, trust me I know you love me. Now I've got to go so that I won’t be late for the shoot, love you,” she told him real quick and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Zach felt extremely hurt that she just walked away like that, in his mind, her going to the twins house was the equivalent of her not caring about him. So he grabbed a beer from his fridge and downed it.He was pissed, he had been a lot lately. Zach knew that he had been acting up, but he’s pushed himself far past the point of caring. He knew he should have dealt with his issues long ago, but with (Y/N) he had a distraction so he didn’t need to. He knew that he was losing her, so he decided that if he really was going to lose her, she would need to feel the pain that he does.

Overtime, (Y/N) grew her own suspicions aside from just his jealousy. These suspicions led to many fights, but she was determined to make it work. That is, until one night when she was at her lowest and all she wanted was her boyfriend to make it better. She needed him to tell her that everything was going to be okay, that the stress of her company was going to be worth it, she needed him to tell her that despite everything she was hearing, he was there and with her for the right reasons.

Unfortunately, when she walked into his apartment holding the key that he had given her on their one year, she had another thing coming. Opening the door (Y/N) heard the noises that she had thought Zach had reserved for only when the two of them were together. Walking further into the apartment, she saw a sight she would never be able to erase from her mind. There Zach was, fucking his assistant from behind on the kitchen counter, not even stoping when he saw her standing there.

Looking at her dead in the eyes, he said words that, after all they had been through, truly broke her. “Why do you look so shocked, babe? You ignored the tabloids. You knew you were never good enough for me, I just needed the money from your company to get my youtube career to where I wanted it to be. Now that I have what I need from you, I don’t need to pretend to be in love with your clingy ass anymore. I feel free as hell. You can see yourself out right? Leave my key on the counter”

The entire time (Y/N) said nothing. She didn’t know how she had let this happen, how she could believe Zach over the people that have never done anything but be completely honest with her. She ignored the warnings from the people that she loves, the people that she trusts, only to find out that it was all for nothing. She quickly took the key off her keychain and threw it at Zach and his assistant (who was still taking her now ex boyfriends dick up her ass) and swiftly turned around, walking out of his apartment without a single word.

She didn’t know where to go. She didn’t feel like it was safe for her to drive in her current emotional state. That really limited her options on where she could go, but she knew there was only one place that she really wanted to be anyway. So she started walking. The way she moved was almost mechanical. She just kept putting one foot in front of the other while tears were streaming down her face, mixing with the cold rain. It was like the universe just knew how shitty she felt at that moment and just decided that in spite of LA’s predisposition to clear and semi warm nights, it seemed suitable to downpour and reflect how she felt inside.

Despite her tendency to block out her own emotions, what she was feeling at that moment was too strong. (Y/N) felt everything, she felt pain and betrayal and anger and self doubt. Anything that she could feel, she felt in that moment.

So when that same driveway that she and her brother pulled up to only a year and a half ago came into view, she felt some reassurance. It was reassuring to know that despite how much she felt like her life had gone to shit in the past couple hours, she always had Ethan and Grayson.

With that, she pounded on the door of the twins house, she would have called but she left her phone in her car which was still parked in front of Zach’s house. Her only hope was that her pounding on the door would wake one of the twins up.

Little did she know, Ethan and Grayson were inside looking at each other holding baseball bats, ready to call 9-1-1 when they saw her through a crack in their curtains. They swung open the door to see one of their best friends in a state of such heartbreak, and looked at each other silently vowing to never let anything hurt her like this ever again.

With that, the pair rushed her inside and gave her privacy to shower and change out of her wet clothes before they all talked. She gets out of the shower feeling slightly better and sees the clothes they brought in for her on the toilet. Those ridiculous red basketball shorts that E used to wear way too often and a black crewneck. She got dressed and headed out to the living room where the twins were seated on the couch whispering quietly.

“(Y/N), what the hell happened?” Ethan asked as she sat down on the couch looking back and forth between her two friends.

At that, all composure that she gained since she walked into their house was gone. She started to tear up as she tried to explain what happened between sobs.

“I-I’m not good enough, and I’m never gonna be. I probably deserve this. You guys all warned me too. But I didn’t want to listen, I wanted it to work so badly.”

“Who made you feel this way, (Y/N)? What’s going on?” Gray asked furrowing his brows.

“Zach and I broke up,” (Y/N) paused to take a shaky breath, “I went to his apartment because I had a really shit day and I needed him. But when I got there he was fucking his assistant on the kitchen counter. He didn’t even stop when he saw me standing there. It hurts so fucking bad guys, I think he really broke me.”

Both boys took a minute to respond, not surprised in the slightest, their lack of immediate answer was more so that they could reign in their tempers. Ethan is the first to respond, cupping (Y/N)’s face in his large hands and wiping a few falling tears with his thumbs.

“Listen to me,” he demands softly, “this is not your fault, you hear me? The only person to blame here is Zach, he made a choice. He made the wrong choice because he hurt you, but he made that choice. None of this is your fault, you did nothing wrong, this is all on him.” he comforts as he pulls (Y/N) into his chest and sharing another pointed look with Grayson, who’s still making efforts to control his temper.

When he’s finally able to think past his anger, Grayson pulls (Y/N)’s legs onto his lap and exhales loudly as he begins to speak, “We love you so much, (Y/N). I’m so sorry that he did this to you, no one deserves this and especially not you. We’re gonna make sure you’re okay, this isn’t what will break you. You’re so strong, you’re going to be okay, we’ll make sure of it.”

Following Grayson’s words, the three of them sit there in silence just holding each other until they all fall asleep on the couch. (Y/N) curled into Ethan’s chest with her legs sprawled across Gray’s lap, surrounding her in a blanket of support as they drifted to sleep.

They were all peacefully asleep until the next morning when Kyle burst in screaming, “Does someone feel like telling me why the fuck I just got a call saying the car’s been towed?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey guys! This series has been in the works for a while 😊. I’m so proud of it and I’m proud of my friend Jamie for helping me write this series. I hope you guys truly enjoy the series and if you would like to be on the tag list let me know 😊 As always if you have any requests or concepts let me know and I love you all. Be safe xoxo

Tags: @graydolan12 @graysavant

#Ethan Dolan series #Ethan Dolan x Reader #Ethan Dolan angst #Ethan Dolan smut #Ethan Dolan imagine #LAM!Ethan #ethan dolan fluff #Ethan Dolan #Dolan Twins series #Dolan Twins angst #kyle houck #Dolan Twins Smut #Dolan Twins imagines #Grayson Dolan #Grayson Dolan Series #collaboration #writer

73 notes · View notes

labyrinthofloving · 4 years

Text

----Look After Me----

CHAPTER TWO:

Recap----“Listen to me,” he demands softly, “this is not your fault, you hear me? The only person to blame here is Zach, he made a choice. He made the wrong choice because he hurt you, but he made that choice. None of this is your fault, you did nothing wrong, this is all on him.” he comforts as he pulls (Y/N) into his chest and shares another pointed look with Grayson, who’s still making efforts to control his temper.

They were all peacefully asleep until the next morning when Kyle burst in screaming, “Does someone feel like telling me why the fuck I just got a call saying the car’s been towed?”

After waking up, they decide to let Kyle and Grayson deal with getting the car back, agreeing to talk about everything with Kyle after the vehicle is back in their possession. They were all afraid that if Kyle knew what had happened before they got the car back, the drive home wouldn’t have been safe. So, that left Ethan and (Y/N) alone back at the house.

“You feeling any better?” asks Ethan as they sit in the lounge chairs in the backyard.

“Not really, I can’t believe Zach had the car towed. I mean, I guess with everything thats happened it shouldn’t surprise me. I just feel like I let everyone down.” she says shifting her attention to her fidgeting hands. “You all told me that he wasn’t good for me, but I didn’t listen. I really thought he was the one or whatever.”

“I mean I won’t lie to you, it was frustrating to watch you with someone who was so clearly not good enough for you. But we all just want you to be happy because all of us love you.”

“I love you guys too.” she responded.

Little did she know that Ethan had wanted to say so much more to her. He wanted to tell her that he was IN love with her. That he was confused she didn’t seem to understand something that was so unbelievably clear to him, that they could be great together. But he knew that now wasn’t the time for them. He wanted her to choose him because she wants him, not because she’s hurting and needs someone.

With that, they got up and headed back inside to start making some food for when Kyle and Grayson returned. Settling on some of the new vegan mac and cheese that the twins had recently discovered. (Y/N) made Ethan sit on the counter and watch, he’s already been so helpful to her and she just wanted to be able to show that she appreciates him.

“Anything you want to do today?” asks E.

“Honestly? I’m kinda fucking exhausted. I think I may want to take a nap later.”

“I think that’s something we can make happen.”

“How have you been lately, I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long.” (Y/N) says trying to reach the bowls for the mac and cheese.

“I’ve been pretty good. I’m really excited for the project we’re about to start filming. I feel like it’s going to be different than anything we’ve done before.” Ethan says getting up to help her reach the bowls on the top shelf.

As he reached over her she could feel his front pressed against her, and smell the cologne that she had always loved when he wore. This wasn’t necisarily out of the norm for them, everyone in their close knit group had always been physically affectionate. But somehow, it had always meant something a little more to (Y/N) when it was Ethan being physically affectionate. She never thought about it though, because anyone who knows (Y/N) knows that she’s loyal as fuck. A ride or die for anyone she lets into her life and into her heart. She’s pissed that Zach betrayed that.

“Anything you guys film is fucking amazing, you guys deserve all the love and I’m ready for the people to enjoy the shit out of everything you guys pour your hearts in,” (Y/N) said as she scooped some of the mac and cheese into the bowl.

“Thank you (Y/N), but on the real note, I’m excited as hell for you. I mean you have two new big deals you are close to making and like holy shit you’re a CEO. You help the merch shop and Wakeheart and now you are expanding and it makes me so proud of you,” Ethan said as he sat down in one of the yellow chairs at the dining room table.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, E.” She said with a smile as she sat down in the yellow chair next to him.

“Crash and Burn,” Ethan said with a snicker.

“Yeah right,” She chuckled as she brought the spoon of (Vegan) Mac and Cheese to her mouth and ate it.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS BOMB AS FUCK, PUT THIS SHIT IN YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW ETHAN,” (Y/N) exclaimed as she scooped more of the (Vegan) Mac and Cheese on her spoon.

“Jesus Christ (Y/N), calm your ass down, I’m going to eat the damn mac and cheese,” he said and stook the spoon in his mouth.

“Holy fuck! You were right, this is the best shit I’ve had in awhile,” Ethan moaned as he pulled the spoon out of his mouth.

“I told you so,” (Y/N) said as she continued to eat.

As they were sitting and enjoying their food and making small talk, the door alarm went off signaling that Kyle and Grayson had come back from retrieving the towed car.

“Can we talk about what the hell is going on now?” Kyle asked abrasively and (Y/N) looked down at her hands again nervously. The carefree mood she was in with Ethan vanishing in an instant.

“I went over to Zach’s house and found him having sex with his assistant on the counter in the kitchen. I came here after because it was closer and I didn’t feel okay to drive, so I guess Zach had my car towed.”

Kyle’s mouth dropped open. “He did WHAT?”

“I said he-”

“I know what the fuck you just said. I’m gonna kill him. I’m going to expose him for being the piece of shit that he is, and then I’m going to kill him. He can’t do that to you. Who the fuck does he think he is? He can’t just do that!” Kyle fumed.

“Well he did. I’m honestly so tired of talking about it, I just want to ignore that it happened for a little bit. I just want to feel like it’s okay, just for a second just let me pretend that it’s okay.” (Y/N) said tearing up.

As Kyle saw his sister’s eyes filling with tears he walked towards her, arms spread wide as she stood up from her chair. She ran towards him and collapsed into his grasp, letting him soothe her in a way only he could.

“I’m sorry. I’m just really emotional right now and I don’t mean to take it out on you. I just don’t want it to hurt like this anymore.” She sniffles into her big brother’s chest and looks up at him through wide and tearful eyes.

“You don’t have to be sorry, I’m the one that should be sorry, I just hate seeing you hurt, I love you more than words can describe, you’re my baby sister, my job is to protect you and seeing you hurt, kills me. I promise you that you will get through this, I know you, you’re stronger than I’ll ever be,” Kyle said carding his fingers through her hair as she buries her face in the crook of her neck.

“I love you Mufasa,” she said as she laid her head on his chest. She let out a small yawn from the exhaustion that she felt from her emotions.

“Do you want to go lay down and rest for a while? And then after we can go out and buy a shit ton of deserts and watch Lion King on the projector?” Kyle said, stroking her hair soothingly. (Y/N) nodded, not wanting to speak at all at the moment.

“You can crash in my bed so that it's more comfortable than the couch,” Ethan said.

She just followed Ethan to his bedroom and laid down on his bed, burying herself within his comforter. His blankets and pillows smelled just like him and it added a sense of comfort as she slowly began to drift off to sleep. Ethan smiled slightly at the beautiful girl that laid in his bed and turned the bedroom lights off and left the door slightly cracked so that he would be able to hear her just in case anything were to happen. He took a deep breath before walking back to the living room where Grayson and Kyle sat. The tension in the household had died down for the sake of (Y/N). In reality, Kyle and the twins were beyond pissed. Zach had abused her. Not physically but mentally, and had exploited her for the success of her company to boost his own ego and channel. They pushed down the anger for (Y/N) as they knew she was hurting and them getting angry just made her more upset.

Grayson had turned on some videos on how to build a tiny house and Kyle pulled out his laptop, editing photos from a recent photoshoot that he had directed. Ethan sat on the opposite side of the couch and rested his chin on his hand. The look of (Y/N)’s face when she broke down was etched into his mind and broke his heart every time it replayed through his head. He wanted to make all of her sadness go away, he wanted that douchebag Zach to pay for the bullshit that he did to (Y/N) and he wanted to confess all of his true feelings that have been around for months to her.

“Ethan, stop daydreaming about (Y/N),” Grayson snickered.

“I’m not.” E grumbles and puts his head in his hands, tugging on his hair.

“You so are, you fuckin liar!” Grayson laughs.

“I am not! Now shut the hell up before your loud ass voice wakes her up.” Ethan gets up to pace around the living room, “Sorry, I’m just really pissed off right now. I don’t like seeing her hurt. It hurts me to see her like that.”

“It’s because Grayson’s right.” Kyle says looking up from his computer, “You’ve been in love with her for a while now.”

“How did you know?” E asks sitting back down on the couch.

“You look at her how dad looked at Ma.” Grayson responds looking straight at Ethan with intensity.

The room went quiet as Ethan thought over what his brother just said. The truth is, he’s known that he loves her for a while now. He just didn’t want to say anything about it because somehow, that made it more real. He’s scared of how he feels because he doesn’t want to get hurt, not that he thinks that she’d hurt him but the chance of it alone paralyzes him with fear. It’s scary how much she affects him, something that has become clearer and clearer as he’s seen her hurt in the past twenty-four hours. He can feel it consuming him and he’s absolutely terrified.

“I love you man,” Kyle says looking up at E, “and she could definitely do much worse than you, just don’t hurt her because I don’t think I can watch her go through anything like this again.”

“I could never hurt her, not even in my worst nightmare.”

They sit in silence again, no noise except for the T.V. quietly in the background and the sound of their own thoughts consumed the air. None of them really knew how much time had passed when (Y/N) walked into the living room, rubbing her eyes and plopping between Kyle and Grayson. She leaned her head over Kyle's shoulder and sighed as he looped his arm around her shoulders.

“How are you feeling, Simba?”

“I’m okay, getting kind of hungry though.” (Y/N) responds by moving to get up for food.

“Here I got you,” Gray says as he stands, “you stay here and relax.”

As Gray walks into the kitchen, E stands up and moves to sit by (Y/N), moving her legs into his lap and stroking the skin on her calf that’s not covered by his shorts that she was still wearing from last night. He can feel Kyle’s eyes burning into the side of his head as he gets consumed in his own thoughts again. He’s just a little overwhelmed. A little emotionally exhausted. But regardless, if he could, he would gladly absorb some of the pain that he knows for a fact she’s still feeling full force. He knows her, and he loves her. Even though he’s still scared, when he looks at her slumped on his couch against one of his best friends, he knows that she’s worth any risk of getting hurt. If someone had told him a year and a half ago that the feisty girl getting out of the car to help film was going to mean so much to him, he would have thought they were crazy. But now he’s just sitting there with overflowing amounts of love for her.

He looks up at her and finds her eyes locked back on him. In response, he gave her a little half smile and a reassuring squeeze on the leg that was still resting on his lap.

“Hey guys, dinner’s ready!” they hear Grayson hollar from inside the kitchen.

With that, the three of them get up and go to meet Ethan’s twin in the kitchen to sit down for somewhat of a family dinner.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Hi guys! That was chapter 2, hope you guys enjoyed it. @fxkthatdairy and I worked really hard on it and I'm excited to see what you guys think ❤️

Taglist:

@graydolan12

@graysavant

@billiexdolanz

#kyle houck #ethan dolan #ethan dolan fluff #lam!ethan #ethan x reader #grayson dolan #dolan twins #dolan twins angst #ethan dolan angst #ethan dolan series #my writing

48 notes · View notes

atlas-of-a-human-soul · 4 years

Text

Fix Me (doctor/soulmate AU) {1}

Summary: She never liked the concept of soulmates, hoping to escape the ‘curse’, but Ethan had spent all his life searching for her. Will he be the one to fix her and show her soulmates are a blessing?

Warnings: angst, fluff, smuttish, swearing, drinking, death

Word count: 10.4k

A/N - heavily inspired by Grey’s anatomy, my own experiences and thoughts, but also by songs: Birdy - Not about angels, Bear’s den - Fortress, Matthew and the atlas - Out of the darkness, Harry Styles - Falling, Kodaline - Wherever you are.

I really hope you guys like it! Feedback is always wanted and appreciated, no matter how small or big it is!

Fix Me (doctor/soulmate AU) series Masterlist

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Koi no yokan (Japanese, noun) – premonition of love, a sense you will meet your soulmate, that the first time you meet someone you will fall in love.

Ethan hadn’t always felt her, a void growing inside him instead of love he saw around. Sure, not everyone finds their soulmate, some don’t even want to…at least not right away, but Ethan wasn’t one of them. Ethan craved the kind of love he saw bloom between his parents – the all-consuming, deep, passionate, do-anything-for-you kind of love. But he was left feeling alone for nearly a hundred years of his existence, beginning to fear an anomaly had occurred and he just didn’t qualify for a soulmate. Seeing his brother is without a soulmate made it selfishly easier as Ethan feared nothing as much as he feared loneliness, but at the end of the day, Ethan and Grayson would both be happy for the other if they found the one. Grayson did feel his soulmate. Grayson knew his other half was out there, yet he didn’t search for her at all. He wanted more time, more youth and more adventure. He was what Ethan considered an abuser of the connection, but he never pushed his brother to change his ways.

It was hard to navigate the world, this life, alone, much harder when you’re looking for your soulmate. Not growing a day over twenty is helpful, allowing you time to search the whole world if necessary, but people are wicked, using everything, even love, to their selfish desires. Most people don’t want to find their soulmate until they’re tired of living. Following your instincts should lead you to your other half, but these people do the opposite to essentially live forever if they please. However, when they meet the one, they’ll know by a single lock of silver hair that appears instantly, making sure the pair knows they found each other, giving them the luxury of growing old together and having children since it’s impossible to conceive with someone else. But it’s more than that – it’s a longing, an indescribable need to be with them, to feel complete, utterly happy even when they drive you crazy.

Ethan felt his instincts calling for him to go out that particular night, dragging him over to a bar he despised, but he didn’t fight the feeling. Since he felt he wasn’t alone twenty-four years ago, Ethan had followed every instinct he had to find her, him, them? But this feeling? This was koi no yokan – a sense that he is meant to meet someone he would surely fall in love with.

‘This must be her’, he thought as he showered and made sure to apply his perfume and cologne generously. The thought of smelling bad in the moment when he meets his soulmate made him grimace. If there’s anything he appreciated, it’s people with good hygiene and he wondered if she was a slob or immaculate like he is. If she were a slob, he already foresaw all the arguments they would have over the years, but he’d learn to love her flaw, just as he will love her. Even if it was something he would struggle with, Ethan appreciated flaws – they made people interesting.

While he was already moving toward the bar, a certain someone had been sitting alone, her blood turning to alcohol as she tried to drown out the noise. She was meant to celebrate, to be over the moon over the joyous news she received, but she couldn’t. In the past twenty-four years of her life, Y/N had seen more misery and pain than most people who evaded death and lived for centuries by running from their soulmate. She had been burned by life, her heart stomped on and she wasn’t in a mood to celebrate – not when she had no one to share her news with – not when she was all alone.

Not only did she never care much about her possible soulmate, but she was quite certain he didn’t want to find her either. She had seen the bad sides of what a soulmate kind of love brings, the bad and the ugly, and ever since, Y/N had hoped to avoid meeting the one. Sometimes, a soulmate kind of love means misery, toxicity and that scares her to death.

So, despite the indescribable butterflies in her stomach, Y/N downed a shot before deciding to slow down – she had all night to get drunk off her ass and find a guy to take her virginity. Most people who wanted to find their soulmate would wait, seeing sex with someone else as a betrayal and while she felt guilty even thinking about it, Y/N wanted to make sure her soulmate would walk away from her even if she stumbled upon them. She promised herself to go through with it only if she truly connects with someone, preferably a guy, and only if he makes an impression.

Little did she know that the next time she ordered a drink, her soulmate would pick up the tab.

Philophobia (from Greek "φιλέω-φιλώ" (love) and "φοβία" (phobia)) – fear of falling in love or emotional attachment

When she woke with an undeniable urge to pee, Y/N was annoyed to say the least. She turned to her side to see the handsome stranger she went home with that night, the man she deemed worthy of her virginity and the beginning of her new and improved life.

Unlike the romance movies, they didn’t wake up tangled in each other with gentle sunlight giving off warmth, a certain kind of feeling most don’t get when they have a one night stand.

No, this was real.

Y/N had woken up with her back to his, faintly feeling it rise with every breath taken, drawn to him - only now stealing a sneak peek of his crown tattoo that settled between his shoulder blades. It looked glorious on him, a true king in their bed and she didn’t mind going down on her knees for him either. He certainly earned it. The angel numbers just above had sparked her interest too, but she wasn’t quite as keen on talking once the clothes started disappearing the night before and she certainly didn’t want to stick around and have a chat now when she too needed to disappear. He seemed like a nice man, someone she might actually like and strangely enough, she truly did want to stay and see his gaze upon her once more as he did the previous night – almost as if he were mapping out her entire body to serve his memory.

His lips moved softly against hers and she hummed, relaxing into him as their torsos pressed together, his hands tight on Y/N’s waist and her back pressed against the wall behind them, his soft pants filling her ears. She didn’t know one night stands are supposed to be this gentle, this warm and comforting. It’s as if he could sense the fear running through her veins at the thought of losing her virginity and the soulmate she never wanted to have. It’s as if Grant knew she needed to take it slow and that’s why he’s holding back, caressing her with every touch instead of roughly squeezing her.

“This good”, he managed to murmur against her lips, barely holding onto the last thread of sanity he has left ever since she slammed her lips against his in the bar. And while she tasted like tequila and cheap wine, he savored the feeling.

“Perfect.” With that, Ethan pushed her back against the wall further. His hands trailing down to squeeze her thighs, the small growls he made as he nipped at the skin of her collar bone almost like a predatory warning that she’ll be claimed as his, and she didn’t mind it one bit. Not when her heart was driving her insane with the longing to hold this man closer and her body only yearned to be one with him.

The wall was pulled away from her back swiftly, his hands placed for support as he rushed toward his bedroom and she couldn’t help a small squeal from escaping her as he stumbled straight onto the bed and she was sat across his lap, legs on either side of his, her body instinctively grinding down. A rewarding moan welcomed her for listening to her instincts, repeating the torturous move as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Oh, God! How are you so good at teasing me?!” Ethan exclaimed, watching her through his eyelashes, his eyes hooded until he saw her hook her fingers under her shirt, pulling it off in a single move before she quickly covered him with her body.

“Why so surprised? Not quite up to the task? Are you Grant?” As her lips found his neck, Ethan didn’t really care much about anything, flipping them over with a chuckle. Looking at her pouty expression only set him alight, allowing him to truly indulge in his craving for her flesh.

“We’ll see about that when days later you still feel me inside you, on top of you, all around you.”

It was so easy to get lost in the memory only hours old, but Y/N’s beautiful moment was cut short as she truly saw the reason why she needed to disappear, because that’s when she saw it - a streak of silver hair at the back of his head, previously hidden but clearly visible now. She couldn’t help the eye-roll as she laid on her back and turned her head away from him.

‘He has a soulmate’, she thought. ‘He has or had someone he loves, the one no one would compare to.’

She felt like just a fun, but forgettable night for him and while it dented her pride and dimmed the light she felt him wake within, Y/N reminded herself he was supposed to be just a one night stand anyway. He was never supposed to be hers. And no matter how badly she wanted to regret the previous night, she simply didn’t have it in her – not when a single look in his eyes had made her see galaxies.

But he was dangerous for her heart and staying any longer would be a mistake.

She sat up, careful not to make too much noise as the bed creaked lightly under her shifting weight. He didn’t even stir, not even a little. She felt grateful he was the kind to sleep like the dead, especially because she needed to both pee and get the hell out before he wakes up. He’s far too charming and she feared she might fall under his spell once more which would lead to a repeat of last night. It’s not the sex itself she fears, in fact, she’d love a repeat of that, but with sex come feelings and with feelings comes pain and she decided she had enough of pain to last her a lifetime…and that life might be really fucking long for her to just turn a blind eye to a future regret. She had seen what soulmate connections do to people and she swore never to suffer from the condition, even if she was doomed to walk the earth for however long it takes for her illness to return and ravage her body… Even if he would be a good distraction from her darkness.

So, she stands up, so slowly, so carefully she nearly chuckled in disbelief at her own stealthy movements, especially when she’s far from graceful.

She located her dress quickly, her shoes by the door, but her bra and panties? Those seemed to have vanished. Vaguely remembering how he ripped her black, lacy panties with his teeth, Y/N smirked before shaking her head. He can keep a small token, a reminder of her and the night they spent together.

Deciding to leave it all behind, she snuck to the bathroom and contemplated what she’d do if he woke up and asked her to stay. Sitting on the toilet of a man she didn’t even know by his first name, only the middle one, Y/N knew she needed to let this one go. But even with the constant reminder of what she had to do, she couldn’t understand why every part of her wanted to stay so badly. Grant had lived a lifetime and he clearly found the one, but she wasn’t her and that was something she found both relieving and yet oddly saddening.

At least she could leave peacefully, knowing he isn’t her one. And while her palms turned wet just at the thought of staying for breakfast, her heart was ready to jump out of her rib cage. Fully determined and with an empty bladder, she decided Grant wasn’t worthy of an unnecessary panic attack.

Not even looking at her reflection, Y/N sighed deeply and left the bathroom, walking on her tiptoes until she found herself outside his door looking ahead at the quiet street bathing in the just rising sun. The breeze had made her shiver, but that’s not why she felt cold. If she was being completely honest, the cold started when she left Grant alone in the bed. The cold began when she walked away from him, yet she found herself walking faster and further away, whispering to herself:

“Soulmates are for fools, anyway.”

Athazagoraphobia (n.) – the fear of being forgotten, ignored, or replaced.

As the coldness of the bed licked at Ethan’s skin, he couldn’t help but crack an eye open to see where his soulmate has gone. She had made the night unforgettable, but he planned on making the morning much better. He wanted to make her breakfast, something simple yet meaningful for years to come. He wanted to kiss up and down her arm before tucking his head in the crook of her neck, losing himself in the high pitched squeal giggle she’d likely make once he blows a raspberry into her soft skin. He wanted it all, the giggles, the kind gestures, gentle kisses, romantic whispers, dirty looks, and naughty smirks, but also the arguments, silence treatments, the glares, the death stares, pouting, apologizing, rough make-up sex, her virtues, and flaws – all of it. He wanted to know about every scar, every imperfection, every detail she thought he ignored or simply failed to notice.

But she wasn’t there.

Eyes wide open at the realization, Ethan sat up quickly, his heart in his throat as he looked around wildly, finding no trace of her or her clothes. In frustration, Ethan ripped the duvet from his body, tossing it to the ground as he let out a scream that died down almost immediately.

Ethan wanted to scream, to cry, to break things. He wanted to let out the pressure building up inside his chest, yet somewhere deeper than the human flesh - the immense pain deep inside his soul that had left him damaged, shattered like a glass window in the wake of her abandonment. His soulmate was supposed to be beside him as he wakes up. He was supposed to wake up first and have a chance to study her, to fully see all the little marks life left on her skin, the beauty in all she is. He had waited for so long, been patient even when most would have lost it, but he knew she was worth the wait. And when he finally has her…had her, he lost her.

Ethan wondered if she even saw the silver streak in her hair or his, and if she did, did she deem him unworthy of a soulmate? Did she hate him that much that she couldn’t even stay and tell him she doesn’t want him herself? Why would she dispose of him like trash after the night they had? After he poured all his love in every single touch of his lips against her skin. How was he supposed to live knowing what she feels like when she’s coming undone under him? When he knows the tender look in her eyes after he had finished and collapsed on top of her? When he felt the longing brushes of her fingertips at the back of his neck just as strongly as he felt her pull him closer to her when he was inside her?

Falling to his knees, Ethan had let his eyes fall back onto the mattress, watching the emptiness that settled instead of her. But then he saw it. Scrambling to his feet, he pulled himself up to the bed, right in the middle where he saw the mark - dry blood; a blood stain - a stark contrast to his white sheets.

He closed his eyes, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he swallowed thickly, praying it isn’t what he thinks.

‘Was she a virgin?’

“Fuck”, Ethan cursed under his breath, realizing he stole her virginity and while he was gentle, savoring each and every moment, he didn’t realize it in the heat of the moment. The initial feelings of fear she exhibited made much more sense now. And yes, he was happy he got to take her virginity instead of some asshole who wouldn’t give a shit about how she feels. But what if she wanted an asshole instead of him?

‘Did I hurt her?’

‘Does she hate me?’

‘Have I pushed her away?’

But out of all of those agonizing thoughts mixing with the memories from last night, Ethan mostly wondered how he’d find her again.

He didn’t really know if she had chosen him because she knew they were soulmates or because she didn’t and she didn’t even consider waiting to save her virginity until she meets him. He didn’t know if she was always meant to leave, if she was looking for a stranger or him. One thing he did know and it’s that he fucked up by not telling her they were meant to be the moment he saw her hair turn silver before his eyes. Sliding back onto the ground, clutching the sheet, Ethan chuckled dryly as his eyes found the torn up lace of her black panties and her bra only a few inches away.

At least he had something left of her, not just the ghost of what he lost.

Ethan knew from the moment he entered the bar that she was the one by the way his heart flipped inside his chest by the mere look at her hunched figure from the back. It didn’t take long for him to turn into a shaky mess, taking out his phone to take a photo of his head from all possible angles before he finally found what he looked for. It was a silver lock, hidden at the back of his head and once he realized he was right, he all but ran toward her.

Reminding himself to reel it in, he cleared his throat and spoke up.

“I’ll pay for the lady’s drink.” She turned to look at him with caution, not even hiding her wandering gaze as she looked him up and down. Kinking an eyebrow, she smirked, seemingly satisfied before she nodded at him in gratitude.

While she was busy checking him out, Ethan admired the way a lock of her hair had changed silver before his eyes – not quite as hidden as his, standing out as it was right at the midline where she parts her hair. It was all the confirmation he needed, his lips twitching before spreading into a wide smile, deciding to ease her into the soulmate talk. She seemed like she needed a shoulder to lean on, someone to be there for her, and he would be the one. Once he found her in the right mood, he’d tell her the undeniable fact. He’d tell her he had been searching for her his whole life, a hundred and twenty-four years to be exact, that he is the happiest when she tilts her head up to look at him with the curious glint in her lovely eyes.

“So? What could have possibly put a frown on such a beautiful face?” Ethan leaned on the bar, hoping to catch her gaze whenever she turned her head away from him, bolder with his approach since she accepted his drink and all but undressed him with her eyes.

“No, no, no. We’re not doing that.” She set her drink back on the bar, turning to Ethan before leaning her elbow on the bar, allowing her body to turn toward the hunk instead of away from him. Crossing her legs, she let a light smile soften her face as her eyes got lost in the hazel swirls of the stranger before her.

‘He has the most intense eyes, the kind that captivate a person, like dark hooks for a soul.’

“Doing what? Getting to know each other? Sharing our stories?” Ethan chuckled at her, almost desperate for her soft smile to turn brighter and wider, to see she’s just as happy to have him near as he is to have her. Ethan felt like a giddy child, wanting her attention only for himself and every bit she gave only awakened a need for more, immensely more.

“Exactly! I’m just a girl, no story.” She took the drink in her hand, slowly bringing the brim to her red lips before taking a small sip, never once breaking eye contact – his eyes had served like magnets, drawing her to him, keeping her glued to the gentle, yet intimidating flare they held. She’d call it magic if she believed in such a thing, but she felt an undeniable attraction toward this mysterious man, much more than she ever felt for anyone.

“And I’m supposed to be just some guy without a story too? Because I’m not. My story brought me here, to this bar on this particular night and seated me right next to you.” Ethan leaned closer, not too much in fear of scaring her, but enough to get his point across. He wanted to know her and while he appreciated her being careful with strangers, he needed her to trust him.

��How about this? If you’re so keen on it, you can tell me your middle name and maybe age? I want to know if you’re old like a vampire.” Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him chuckle, a perfect melody even if he sounded like he choked on his saliva for a moment there. But then he raised his eyebrow and his lips curled into a smirk, one that sent chills down her spine and she couldn’t deny how effortlessly sexy he is. Truly sexy, from the expressions of his face to the way he dressed, from the way he runs his hand through his hair to the way he smells. He felt like a trap meant to lure her in and she didn’t want to fight it. She knew he’d be taking her home that night – she had made her choice.

“Oh, I’m not nearly as old as the vampires, but I do have more than a few decades behind me…And it’s Grant. My middle name is Grant.”

She never gave him her name, Ethan realized and it made the whole situation that much worse. How can one find a single person in the city populated with millions of people?

“I found you once and I will find you again. I have to.”

Cingulomania - a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

People say time moves quickly, passing us by as if we’re all running through life and the trees are a blur we no longer see. Time might move quickly for them, but Ethan found himself on the other side of time where each tick of the clock is achingly slow, dragging on for eternity in his lonesome days. Ever since she left, he has been drowning, unable to breathe properly. His breaths are shallow and fast, draining his strength, never full and never satisfying. It’s as if he’s alive but he’s not living.

Ethan tried to find her, using every method he could. Hell, he even sent a plea to the FBI to find footage of surrounding cameras of places he passed with her on the way home, hoping to scan her face and use their database. He never heard back from them, naturally. But Ethan is desperate, has been for a while and he had to try even when he knew he’d fail. So many people spend hundreds of years looking for the one and he found her in his first century, yet he lost her all the same. And now he didn’t have the luxury of time to spend another hundred years looking for her. Not if he didn’t plan on dying alone.

To have had your soulmate in your arms and to have lost them? There are no words, no possible way to describe what that does to your soul. Ethan lived with a constant need to hold her again, to feel her heart beating in the darkness of his room, to listen to her soft breathing as he laid beside her. That need, that desire was driving him insane, especially when he woke up on this day, a year after she’s been gone. It was cingulomania at its best.

He was barely human at this point, drinking in his free time to numb the pain the best way he could or overworking himself to the point of passing out. He needed to keep his mind either busy or blank and all with the goal of never once letting his thoughts turn to her because even one more moment of her face before his eyes would have driven him insane.

Little did he know his soulmate was having her own crisis in the time they spent apart, from the very moment she realized she had found a soulmate.

When she saw her reflection for the first time since that morning she had left Grant in bed, Y/N had felt herself break. That silver lock of hair on her head felt like ice in her heart, the revelation tearing into her as she crumbled, falling to the floor. Her eyes shifted to the side and became glazed with a glossy layer of tears. As she blinked, they dripped from her eyelids and slid down her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly in an attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from her mouth.

“Damn it!”

She didn’t know if it was the handsome Grant she spent the night with or possibly some stranger she passed on the street or the taxi driver, hell, it could be anyone on the airplane she found herself on. But she didn’t know who her soulmate was nor if she was truly angry about that fact. Meeting her soulmate and not knowing it’s them is just supporting her theory that soulmates are nothing special. And while she felt her hips ache with every step she took back to her seat, she chuckled dryly.

“It can’t be him.” She told herself, convincing herself that the man she can still feel on her skin, inside her, around her, is the same man who had turned a lock of her hair silver. It would be cruel, to both Grant and her. But she wouldn’t put it past destiny. Besides, wouldn’t he have told her if he saw it happen? But what if he wanted to wait until after they had sex? What if he didn’t want to scare her away?

Leaning back, she let out a heavy sigh. Opening her eyes, she stared blankly through the window, aware she already left New York and chances for her to find him again were slim anyway. She wasn’t familiar enough with the city to retrace her steps and she wasn’t planning on going back. Not unless they were truly meant to be. And the worst thing is, he kept his promise – the ghost of his touch still lingered all over her.

“We’ll make a deal, okay?” She whispered under her breath, hoping whatever force invented soulmates is listening. “If he’s the one, I won’t fight it. But I won’t search for him either. If we’re meant to be, create a different serendipity moment and I’ll trust you.”

But when she looked around, Grant wasn’t there. He wasn’t there and she really fucking thought he’d magically appear as the answer destiny would have loved to rub her face in. And she wouldn’t mind if he did. If he somehow knew her flight information and just happened to be the one who was meant to sit in the empty seat beside her.

But he wasn’t and she never felt more alone in her life and that’s saying a lot considering what a pity party her life had been up to last night. But she was meant to be a lone wolf, that much is clear to her. All alone. She was all alone with half of her soul.

Serendipity - the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

“What’s with the scowl?” Grayson deadpanned, flicking Ethan’s shoulder. He was getting quite annoyed with his brother and his need to sulk. It was a sunny day, the beginning of their intern season and Grayson expected to deliver five babies till the end of his shift and that always put a smile on his face. The immature part of Grayson wanted to be a gynecologist because he thought he’d get more action, but it changed when he learned about ethics, yet what really got to him is when he delivered his first baby. That’s when Grayson truly fell in love with his job.

“I hate this. The worst part about being a doctor is teaching idiot interns and making sure they don’t kill someone.” Ethan sighed, placing his stethoscope around his neck, tucking the drum in his pocket, right behind his pens and I.D. badge – Dr. Ethan Dolan.

“Yeah? I love it! I get more fangirls and fanboys willing to bring me coffee and pick up the dry cleaning!” His brother’s enthusiasm always made Ethan smile, unable to keep the scowl going. It’s not just he who is suffering, it’s Grayson too. Now that Ethan had found the one, despite remaining single, he had started to age. Almost a year had passed and Ethan was no longer twenty. He would grow old and die and Grayson is worried he won’t be able to find his soulmate in time to grow old with his brother, the person Grayson saw as his original soulmate. After all the time he spent avoiding it, he wanted to find his own soulmate and grow older too. Sure, he could die from a disease even before Ethan does of old age, but he much preferred his death to be from an abundance of love.

“I might take a page out of your book. Time to have some fun?” Ethan wondered out loud, feeling a wave of serenity wash over him. The last time he truly felt like everything will be alright was a year ago and he was in bed with the only woman who had managed to ruin him. Her beauty may be unpreceded, but he needed to move on, now or never.

With a tap on Grayson’s shoulder, Ethan left to meet his new interns. They always come with glossy eyes and slight panic behind the excitement they exhibit. While it was fun at first, Ethan quickly realized most interns don’t make it through the process – some switch specialties, others quit medicine completely and some are asked to leave because they aren’t as good as they hoped they’d be. It’s usually one or two that make it to the finish line and there are always bets going around the attendee lounge on who it will be. The most annoying part was the fact most of the interns were actually male as surgery is considered a boy’s club and very few women choose surgery as their specialty. He expected a bunch of spoiled, entitled rich kids with trust funds or at the very least a few of those who like collecting degrees in their stolen immortality.

Glancing at his watch, Ethan took longer steps once he realized he’s nearly late and the chief likely gave his speech on what surgical interns are expected to do without him. Ethan liked giving that speech, scaring the crap out of them so he could size them up properly. That’s how he’d tell who makes it in the end and Ethan had never been wrong so far. The good ones have a healthy dose of fear but they’re mostly unmovable forces of nature.

Hands in the pockets of his lab coat, Ethan had strolled into the operating room the chief liked to use as show and tell for the eager interns, instantly attracting looks from all present. While the chief simply nodded, Ethan stepped beside him with a bored look on his face, especially when he realized he’s right about male predominance. And while he would have rather went to bed before his next patient, Ethan felt the kind of energy he hadn’t felt in a while. Wanting to ride it out, he looked at his interns carefully, finding only four out of five are present.

“Why are there only four of you?” He spoke up, interrupting the chief rudely enough for the older man to look back at him with a glare but Ethan didn’t pay him any attention. After all, he will be chief in a year or two. He watched the man grow old before his eyes, considering him a good friend. The glare was really more of a show for the interns, to make it clear who runs the hospital.

“I asked a question. There’s one missing.” Ethan smacked his lips as the clueless interns looked at each other nervously, already hating the fifth intern for making them all look bad. What one of them does reflects on the entire group and while they’re competitive amongst themselves, they usually present a united front in front of their attendees.

And just as Ethan wanted to rain hellfire on the trembling four, the missing link all but fell through the door and his world stopped spinning. Her hair is longer, pulled up in a messy ponytail, her mascara slightly smudged and her lips void of the red color he kissed off them the last time they saw each other.

She hung her head low, knowing everyone is looking at her as she buttons up her lab coat. Brushing her palms together, she took in a few shuddered breaths, needing air after all the running she had done. It took her way too long to realize the amount of sleep she was getting is suspicious and she checked her clock with the sole purpose of making the weird gut feeling that made her sick go away.

However, as Y/N looked up, she plastered the slightest of smiles on her face, half shrugging at her fellow interns who wanted to gauge her eyes out. Even more so after they saw how causal she appears to be about running late.

“Well, now that you’re all here, I’m sure doctor Dolan can take over.” Chief excused himself and that’s the first time she looked at him – truly looked at the tall man who had an unreadable, cold expression on his face, but she surely couldn’t mistake him for anyone else but Grant. His eyes held her captive ever since she dared to make eye contact, but they didn’t seem like the gentle swirls of hazel she fell for that night – they held a hardness, an anger, a need to make her life a living hell. Yet she couldn’t stop herself from muttering under her breath.

“Oh, shit.”

Ethan swallowed thickly, unsure if he wanted to push her against the closest wall and kiss her or if he wanted to scream at her for being so soulless that night, leaving him all alone with nothing but torn up lace panties and a bra to remember her by. It was cruel and he wanted to believe she didn’t do it on purpose, but he didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Breaking eye contact, Ethan cleared his throat before turning to the entire group instead of just the girl that confused him to no end. Three male and two female interns – a cocky ass, entitled brat, diploma collector, daddy’s spoiled little girl, and his soulmate, the girl who was late.

“I don’t have the time or will to learn your names today and it will likely take a miracle for me to ever learn them. That’s why”, pointing at the first intern by the door who had a cocky look on his face, “you will be doing scut. Ask the nurses what they need you for.” Turning to the other three before the cocky ass had a chance to complain about basically being the nurses’ bitch, Ethan pointed at them as well. “You’re on neuro, you’re on general and the fancy Littmann girl is on ortho.”

While the four of them just stared at Ethan who had failed to give any assignments to the only one who was late, Ethan decided to give a few rules of his own.

“I only have a few rules here: respect the nurses, BE ON TIME, call me only if your patient is dying and the patient better be alive when I get there. It’s pretty simple to remember. Now go!” He clapped his hands, scaring the four but neither moved.

“Sir, excuse me, but what will she do?” The cocky intern asked, unaware he’s only raising Ethan’s blood pressure. He wondered what she’d do too, but he had a much better idea than any punishment she could ever have. Especially as the silver streak in her hair taunted him. She flaunts her soulmate mark as if it means nothing and he would make sure to know if that’s truly the case.

“Miss fashionably late is with me.” Ethan declared, stepping closer to Y/N as the rest left. He leaned in, his head cocked to the side as she felt his cologne fill her nostrils, only making her chest rise faster as her breaths quickened. “Hope you brushed up on cardiothoracic surgery because we have a long double shift to get through.” Winking, Ethan jerked his head in the direction of the door, moving through them just a moment later, leaving Y/N dazed until his voice woke her up again.

“MOVE ALONG SLOWPOKE!”

Shaking her head, Y/N started speeding down the hall, trying not to stare at the silver lock at the back of his head. It’s easier to ignore it than actually face the meaning behind that lock and the last time she saw it. She couldn’t forget how her fingers moved through the same hair, likely dancing along the soulmate mark that may or may not bind her to Grant for the rest of her unfortunately short life. Some would say just because it’s short it doesn’t mean it can’t still be meaningless, but it also meant that all her plans were now gone.

How can she be a surgeon and also travel the world? How can she do all the crazy things she mapped out for herself during the most painful times in her life when she’s facing death AGAIN, even if this one is due to natural causes. She’s had enough encounters with death to last her a forever, but it seems she’s never going to get far in her race for life.

“You could slow down a bit, ya know?” She groaned, feeling the lack of air hitting her as she lets her mouth run wild. Ethan turned on his heel, his glare still very much present yet an odd, mystic hint of a smirk appeared as well once he took her disheveled looks into account.

“Not my fault you can’t keep up. A word to the wise, you better learn how to because surgery is ruthless, fast-paced and rightfully so. I’m all for equality but surgery is overrun by men who will belittle you every chance they get, so don’t give them that chance. Be quick, be precise and for the love of God, be careful when you run your mouth. I’m your boss, act like it.” Ethan’s explanation had resonated with her, nearly knocking the last of what’s caught of her breath out just by the way he looked at her, let alone with the deep tone he choose or the words he crafted. And while she understood it, aware of all he has said is the ugly truth, she also didn’t appreciate him being so cold with her.

She expected him to use the time alone to talk to her about that night, about the moment he realized she left…about the silver streak in their hair. But a different fear settled in – ‘What if he doesn’t remember me? What if I was right and he had the streak long before I came along? If he’s not the one, who is? And why the fuck do I want it to be him so badly?’

Swallowing her pride, she hardened her gaze and pressed her lips together as her thoughts settled and she found the courage to speak. She’s always been fierce, a true advocate for herself and she wasn’t about to fall to her knees because a guy she lost her virginity to is suddenly her boss who doesn’t seem to remember her or even like her one bit. In fact, if she had to bet on it, he quite possibly hates her.

“I’m very well aware of that, sir. I, however, plan on making my mark here by my actions and those actions will not be defined by what everyone else wants me to be. I will not let anyone make me feel inferior because of my sex nor will it make me cower in fear. What I do expect is for my boss to teach me how to swim, not just throw me in the ocean and expect me to tackle every wave on my own, but to guide me so I can be a proper doctor, a confident surgeon and hopefully a remarkable individual by the end of this program.” She wasn’t afraid to square up to him, proud of herself for speaking up and fighting for her own future. She was willing to talk to him about their past involvement, to even accept him as a soulmate, but if he wanted to pretend nothing happened, she’ll indulge him. But she refuses to let him tear her to pieces due to whatever ego complex he has. Surgeons are known to be incredibly arrogant and she hated that trait.

“And you will be.” Turning away from her, Ethan continued on as she walked after him, just a step behind even if it did make her legs and lungs burn. All the gym avoidance really humbled her today. Entering a patient room, the air of arrogance around Grant had disappeared and she all but rubbed her eyes to make sure it’s the same man she had argued in the hall a minute ago.

“How are you doing today Steven?” Grant smiled lightly, patting the patient on his shoulder as the old man chuckled. “Doing fine, doc. When you fix my ticker, I’ll be even better. Sue can’t wait for that trip we talked about.”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow in confusion, turning to the patient with a soft smile she practiced in front of a mirror because she’s the type to have a resting bitch face and she wanted to seem approachable to her patients.

“Excuse me, but Sue?” She wanted in on the conversation, to build trust, to be part of the team and have all the information, no matter how small and insignificant they seem. Patients are far less likely to lie to their doctor or sue their doctor if the doctor is friendly. They also have better outcomes and she wanted a better outcome for those she treats.

“She’s my wife and soulmate. Met her right before I turned twenty.” Steven’s eyes light up naturally with the mention of his loved one, the way most would melt at but it only brought up questions for Y/N.

“Before twenty? You never thought it was a bit early?” Her voice may have seemed even, but her heart wasn’t calm and her entire being felt on edge as she felt Grant’s eyes on her. She didn’t have to look at him to know, there was something about his gaze that both warmed her and scared her to no end. There was a fire of sorts burning in those devilish orbs and the intensity could drive anyone insane. She knew she’d never find it in other men, even if he wasn’t her soulmate.

“Early? Never! I was never much for those who abuse the connection and wander the earth like renegades. Their soulmate may die a thousand deaths by the time they decide to settle down and what does it all amount to? Growing old alone is a terrible fate, child. It’s never too early to find the other part of your soul. Until you do, you’ll never know what you’re missing and I think you know that too. I see the silver lock, you know? I’m not that old yet.” Pursing her lips, she stopped herself from saying something she might regret. The old man might be right, but she was far from ready to admit it to herself – that she would grow old alone and that as much as she feared being loved, she feared being unloved much more.

“It’s not real. Just a fashionable trend.” Y/N lied, pushing the streak behind her ear as she plastered a fake smile on her face to ease the patient who didn’t seem to believe her at all, but he wouldn’t push her.

“Give Steven a listen here and tell me what you hear.” Grant instructed her and she quickly pulled her stethoscope out of her pocket. It wasn’t a fancy Littmann stethoscope or a Spirit one most interns have, but a start-up stethoscope he had before he could make any money. It was likely a sign she comes from a poor family, if she had any family at all.

As she asked the man to take deep breaths, Ethan examined the way that silver lock had fallen back on her face. Her eyebrows knit together in focus, her teeth sinking in the bottom lip as she tries to hear every change. Then she moves from the lungs to the heart, asking Steven to hold his breath briefly, enough to hear the way his heart beats without the background breathing sounds that can interfere. But as she listens to his heart, she also listens to the carotid arteries on Steven’s neck and Ethan all but clapped in excitement because she clearly heard what he needed her to and is simply getting a confirmation before speaking.

“I hear a harsh crescendo-decrescendo systolic murmur at the right upper sternal border and it radiates to the carotid arteries, but also crackles in the lungs. It indicates an aortic stenosis with pulmonary congestion.” Y/N put her hands behind her back as she waited for Grant to speak, only to narrow her eyes at him when he does.

“Are you sure? Because I disagree.” Ethan barely contained a laugh as he watched her face turn bright red, hoping she doesn’t crack like many do when their attendees challenges them. It’s not something they do to embarrass their interns, but to teach them to trust themselves, building their confidence or tearing it down if they decide to back down.

“In that case you are in the wrong. I stand behind my examination.” Y/N lifted her chin proudly, defiantly. Such a small gesture, but enough for Ethan to want to place her chin between his thumb and index finger before he tilts her head upwards to meet his hungry lips.

“That’s impossible. Doctor Ethan is the best one in this clinic.” Steven defended, taking the exchange seriously, as if he forgot his diagnosis too.

‘Ethan? That’s his name?’ She wondered, blinking fast thus ending their staring contest inadvertedly.

“I was just testing my intern, Steve. No need to defend me, although I agree with you. I am the best!” Ethan chuckled, walking over to Y/N as if being in the same room with him wasn’t already driving her insane, as if his very existence wasn’t sucking all the air out of her lungs. Just a simple brush of his arm against her shoulder sparked electricity and she wanted nothing more than for him to either close the distance or to leave the room so she could fucking breathe.

“We’re doing a valve replacement in a few hours, so prep the patient and we’ll see how deep that confidence truly goes,” Ethan smirked, winking at her so casually as if it wasn’t effectively stopping her heart from beating normally, as if her face didn’t burn like he set a fire in her being.

With a curt nod, Ethan left her alone with Steven who couldn’t help but tease her.

“You sure he isn’t your soulmate?”

Scoffing, she glanced over her shoulder at the man in question, still visible through the glass window as he got himself a cup of coffee from the vending machine. He looked graceful doing that as well. It made her want to punch him in his handsome face.

“Not a chance.” She pressed her lips together, reluctantly taking her eyes off Grant…Ethan, and focusing her attention on the patient.

It didn’t take her long to prepare the patient with the help of a nurse and an anesthesiologist, making their way to the operating theatre where Grant was meant to be waiting for her…them.

“Why aren’t you scrubbing?” Ethan questioned, giving her a quick glance as she stared at the patient through the glass. He could tell she has something else on her mind, a worry of sorts he didn’t pick up on earlier but he did now and he wanted to know what it is that weighs on her soul.

“I didn’t meet Sue.” Y/N murmured, a frown etching itself on her face as a crease appeared between her eyebrows and her nose scrunched up ever so slightly with the gesture.

“They agreed she would say goodbye in the morning, but would come back once he’s in surgery. He didn’t want her to worry.” Ethan explained, continuing to scrub his forearms next. “Now, why aren’t you scrubbing? Not many interns get to come into the OR on their first day. Take the win and come see what you’ve signed up for.” Ethan finished, leaving Y/N to ponder.

The man she now knows only about twenty-four hours in total, including the night they spent together, has both made her angry and yet grateful, cheerful even as she realized she truly will have an experience the other interns would kill for. And while she can’t help but wonder if he’s doing it because he wants to reward her for getting the diagnosis right earlier or because he DOES remember her, she couldn’t let this chance pass her by.

And while the surgery was pretty routine and there were no hiccups, Ethan didn’t say much, only asked her a few things here and there to make sure she understands what is what and how to perform a valve replacement surgery. She didn’t do much, holding the retractor most of the time, but she smiled nonetheless because she got to HOLD THE RETRACTOR and the surgery was a success.

“Go and tell Sue everything went fine while I finish here and meet me in the ICU after. Your job for the rest of this shift will be to make sure he’s recovering well.” Ethan instructed and she nodded, taking off to the waiting room where only one older woman sat, the rest being far too young to be involved with Steven.

“Hello, mam’. I’m doctor Y/L/N and I was assigned to your husband’s case. I wanted to let you know the surgery went without any complications and they are moving him to the ICU as we speak. Once he’s able to take visitors, someone will come and get you.” Y/N barely finished before the woman threw herself at her, hugging her way too tightly for a frail old woman she seemed to be. And while Y/N stiffened at the contact, she kept a smile going even after Sue let her go, the woman not hiding her happy tears over the good news.

“Thank you so much. Steve always did say doctor Dolan is the best!”

Once she turned around, with a deep breath, Y/N wiped the smile off her face and headed back to the ICU. Sure, she got lost once on the way and a nurse was nice enough not to laugh at her for it, helping her find a way back, but once she came back, Y/N found Steven alone.

“Did doctor Dolan leave already?” Y/N questioned the nurse, her eyebrows furrowing. He did ask her to meet him, but why is he not there?

“He was paged to the ER.” The nurse shrugged, leaving Y/N alone with the patient who continued to sleep for the next eight hours. Sue was allowed to see him for a few minutes, but Y/N couldn’t risk anyone else finding out because the ICU is usually off-limits for visitations. Y/N made a conscious decision, even if it gets her in trouble. She wanted to give Sue a moment with her soulmate, even if Grant made her do scut for the remainder of her internship.

And as the day went by and night settled in, Y/N had no idea just how badly the situation would change. Within a few seconds all the monitors started beeping and the one that mattered, the line that signified a beating heart, it flattened.

Eyes wide, Y/N jumped from her seat and called the nurses for a crash cart to be delivered and for the attendee to be paged.

“Charge the paddles!” Y/N raised her voice, unaware how her calm exterior means nothing when her voice shows just how panicked she is.

“But the patient is in asystole.” One of the nurses spoke up, but Y/N didn’t want to give up.

“And we already pushed the adrenaline, now charge the damn paddles!” Y/N shouted and the nurses obeyed, aware the intern wouldn’t learn how futile her attempts are until she tries. They would let her try, at least. The paddles wouldn’t work on a patient flatlining, they all knew it.

But Y/N kept trying, for ten minutes straight, performing CPR once the nurses stopped helping. The feeling of guilt, of helplessness wouldn’t let her stop as sweat dripped from her. Hell, she was swimming in sweat. Her own breathing labored, her heart aching as she sang ‘Stayin alive’ in her head over and over to keep the rhythm of the chest compressions. She tried so hard, but the patient was gone. Everyone knew it, but no one did a damn thing to stop her. No one but Ethan.

“Hey, hey.” He whispered in her ear as his arms folded around her and pulled her into him, taking her off Steven.

“Time of death 1 am.” And as he called the time of death, he felt a strong push against his chest and Y/N stormed out, leaving him with a heavy heart. He had to go after her, to make sure she’s alright. So he did. Ethan ran after her, straight into the on-call room she rushed into, nearly slamming the door in his face.

Managing to get a foot in, Ethan walked in and locked the door behind him. He watched her back as it rose quickly and erratically, wanting nothing more but to hold her close and tell her it’s alright but his words are futile. She doesn’t even seem to like him, much less care about what he has to say. She doesn’t want his comfort and she doesn’t want him, or so he thought.

“You know there was nothing to do for Steven, right? He was in asystole from the start. It wasn’t your fault. He likely threw a clot.” Ethan tried anyway, for his own peace of mind. He had to try and comfort her, lessen the burden that comes with losing your first patient and especially on her first day.

But Y/N was upset, her entire body shaking even as she turned to face him with a wild look in her eyes that held pain, but no tears. She never did seem like a person that spends her tears easily.

“This is scary, okay? I’m no longer a student who gets to party and zone out whenever I want! This is real! I’m alone with a patient and I’m either the shield or the door to death and a simple mishap is the difference between the two. I feel like I fucked up.” She ran a hand through her hair in frustration, ruffling it into a sexy disaster Ethan wanted to commit to memory. But he had to reassure her.

“You’re not alone. Not when I’m here.” Stepping closer to her, Ethan swallowed thickly as she scoffed and he knew she had something more to say, to defy him in any way possible because she’s incredibly stubborn, looking for trouble everywhere.

“You weren’t there! I was alone!” She poked his chest with the tip of her index finger repeatedly, searching for someone to blame, anyone but herself.

“HE WAS FINE! He and Sue were supposed to go on a trip!” She shouted only to stop herself with a new realization. “Oh, God! Sue!” That’s when Ethan saw her eyes fill with tears. None of them had fallen, but her vision blurred as she thought about the poor woman who felt the moment her soulmate left this world. She felt deeply for her as she knew how painful that is, just how it affects people and the outcomes of that hurt. She saw it firsthand with her parents.

“Just breathe.” Ethan placed his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks as he leaned down to be at eye level with her. She was spiraling too quickly and he had to calm her down. They teach the students about everything life related – how it starts, how it runs its course and how it can be complicated by disease. Not many teach what happens when the patient dies.

“Breathe with me, okay?” He kept his voice steady, feeling her hands on his chest as she nodded, taking each breath in perfect synchronization with Grant, her heart slowing down.

Leading her to the bed, Ethan laid on his back, allowing her the freedom to choose if she wanted to keep sitting or lay down beside him. It took her a minute before she decided to tuck herself closer to him, her head resting on his chest as she stared blankly.

“This was the first death you had to deal with, but it won’t be the last if you choose to keep practicing medicine.” Ethan’s voice rumbled through his chest as he spoke, the vibrations soothing her mind more than she thought was possible.

“This wasn’t my first death. It’s more than that. It’s not even about the patients we lose. I mean, sure, that gets you because you were supposed to save them, but it’s not them. Once you’re gone, you’re gone, but what really gets me is the reaction of their loved ones. They’re the ones you failed the most. How am I supposed to tell Sue? After seeing how happy she was when I told her everything went fine?” Y/N’s voice cracked, startling Ethan who had only seen her strong in this day and this moment of weakness she decided to share with him meant more to him than anything in this world.

Placing an open hand on her back, he rubbed it gently in circles, needing the touch as much as she does. Although she’d never admit it.

“It’s always hard, but you learn to turn it off after a while. Some patients and their stories hit harder than others, but the key to getting over it is getting back up and healing someone to restore the balance.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, he whispered softly. “Sleep. I’ll be here.”

But her words truly made his heart ache. “I’m scared”, she whispered back, her fingers playing with the fabric of his scrubs, tugging at it.

“Of me?” The hand on her back stopped moving, his body turning rigid under her. She didn’t mean that, because for the first time in forever it felt quite the opposite.

“No, not you. It’s just… When you fall asleep, do you see the faces of all the people you didn’t save?” Her question carried significant weight and while he could have lied to her just to make her feel better, Ethan didn’t want them to start off on the wrong foot. It was time to build trust.

“Sometimes. But I swear I’ll be here with you. I won’t leave and if you need me, just nudge me, okay?” Ethan looked down at her, hoping she’d look up and meet his gaze because even if he did love the back of her head, those eyes of hers were much dearer to his heart. But she didn’t turn around, closing her eyes instead.

“Thank you, Grant.”

And while she fell asleep, for the next few hours all Ethan could do is smile as he stared at her lovingly. She did remember after all and he had every intention of proving their soulmate bond is real, even if it takes him the rest of his life.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Tags: @beinscorpio @peacedolantwins @heyits-claire @dolandolll @godlydolans @dolanstwintuesday @ethanhes @iwastornsincethestart @graydolan12

A/N - if anyone wants to be tagged, just reply to the fic :)

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan soulmate au #ethan dolan angst #ethan dolan fluff #ethan dolan smut #ethan dolan series #ethan dolan au #ethan dolan doctor au #grayson dolan #dolan twins

231 notes · View notes

wildflowergrant · 5 years

Text

jealous

pairing: ethan dolan x reader, platonic!kyle x reader

A/n: Ok but this kind made me swerve to kyle’s lane whoops (pls send in more lol) also sorry in advance cuz this is unedited 😬

You were always closer to Ethan than Grayson, mostly because you liked him. A lot. Maybe a bit too much. Your feelings came up to you here and there when you were teens, and you even broke up with your ex boyfriend because he told you that he doesn’t want you hanging out with Ethan anymore. But now, you can’t control it.

Now, you moved into LA with the twins from the money you made from creating videos on YouTube. You always had them on your daily vlogs and your fans always shipped you and Ethan, which encouraged your feelings for him to get stronger.

But all of that was crushed when you walked into his room and he was fixing his hair. You sat on his bed while he was looking in the mirror.

“Where are you going?” He looked at you through the mirror and smiled a bit.

“I have a date.” You could feel your heart stop and crack in half.

Even though you had heartache, you still tried to play it cool. “Really? With who?”

“Do you remember Miranda? You’ve met her before.”

“Oh, yeah that’s right. You guys hit it off well.” You hates that she was nice. If she wasn’t then you would’ve been more mad, but she didn’t do anything wrong. Ethan walked over to his closet and put on his perfume.

“Ok, I’m gonna head out now.” You walked him out and watched as he drove away and you waved each other goodbye. Once you got inside, you sighed loudly, not realizing that you were holding your breath. And definitely not realizing Kyle smirking at you from the couch.

“Tough love?” You gave him a saddened expression and went to sit next to him.

You put your head in your hands. “I don’t even know, Kyle. I thought that he liked me back.”

He put his arms over your shoulder and rubbed your back. “Hey, Y/n. If he doesn’t see how gorgeous you are, then he’s not worth it. You deserve better than this.” Your head went up and you turned around to hug him.

“Thank you so much. And I’m sorry that I don’t like you back.” He told you many times how much he likes you, and you always feel bad when you don’t feel that same way. The last time he told you was a week ago and you didn’t really respond nicely to him.

“It’s ok, Y/n. You can’t force yourself to love someone. And your heart belongs to Ethan, I get it.” You two pulled away from each other and he smirked at you. “But it wouldn’t hurt to show him what he’s missing.”

“What do you mean.”

“We could do couple-ey things you know? Like go out and eat, be a little more affectionate.”

You took a second to process. “Ohh ok. But purely platonic, right?”

He nodded his head. “Of course. You set boundaries, and I won’t go over them.”

“And this is ok with you?” He nodded again. “Ok, I don’t see why not.” Ethan is already going out with someone else, he wouldn’t be mad about you two.

“Great. Well, we can start by going out to eat because I’m starving.”

“Ok, let me just put on something other than pj shorts.” You quickly put on leggings and a hoodie and headed outside with Kyle.

You guys went to In n Out and sat down when you guys waited for your order. You two sat close to each other- maybe a little too close- talking about anything. And what you guys didn’t notice was a group of girls looking over at you and taking pictures of you.

When your order was called out, he offered to get the food while you were sitting down waiting. You got a text from Ethan, asking if you wanted to hang out.

Y/n: Aren’t you on a date?

Ethan: Yeah, but I’m talking about after my date

Y/n:

Which is when?

Ethan:

idk

Y/n:

well I'm kinda hanging out with Kyle tonight

read 10:33

It took him about five minutes to reply.

Ethan:

You rolled your eyes and looked up to see Kyle holding a tray of food and two cups of soda. A smiled appeared on your face and you got the drinks and set up the food. He sat next to you and put his hands around your shoulder while eating the fries.

“He text me.” You saw his fist tighten up for a second but he let go.

“What did he say?” You shrugged and finished eating. “He asked me to hang out after, but he’s still on his date.”

“Why would he text you when he’s on a date still?” “I don’t know. But I just told him that I’m hanging out with you tonight.”

You two kept on eating and when you were finished, you headed back to his car. You told him didn’t want to go back home yet, so he said that he would take the long way home.

There was loud music that yo were singing along to and he was laughing so hard you thought that he was going to swerve. He lowered the music and went on to talk.

“Hey, do you want to have a movie night?” Your eyes widened and excitement filled your body. “Oh my god yeah. Wait, pull over we need too get snacks.” He laughed and pulled into the Ralph’s parking lot.

“Ok, you get the microwave popcorn and I’ll get the drinks.” He nodded and let go of your hand.

When you were walking down the aisle you heard someone gasp beside you.

“Oh my god, I love your videos so much.” You immediately smiled.

“Thank you! You’re too cute.” You can tell she was a bit nervous, so you tried to calm her down a bit. “Do you want to take a picture?” She nodded her head and gave her phone to her mom. You two posed and she looks a few photos.

After that, her nerves were gone and she asked you “So, what are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m just having a movie night with my friend, considering all the candy I have.” You held up the candy but you put it down when you felt a hand gently go on the small of your back.

“Hey, I’m back.” You turned around and saw Kyle looking down at you with a box of popcorn on his other hand.

You looked back at her and you saw her eyes go between you, Kyle, and the hand on your back.You could already hear the ‘that should be Ethan’ coming from her eyes.

“Well, we got to go and pay for these things. It was nice meeting you!” “You too!” You two turned to her and started walking but you didn’t see her take a photo of you and Kyle with his arm around your shoulders.

After a few minutes of driving you guys were finally home and cooked all the popcorn and you set up the candy on the coffee table. When you guys decided what movie to play, you put your head on his shoulder and he has his arm wrapped around you. You noticed that he likes putting his arms around you, so you took a mental note on that.

“Hey Kyle?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you. I really had a fun time today. Really. It’s nice hanging out with someone without thinking if you should stay friends or if you really want to tell them how you feel.” “Same. I’m glad that we’re doing this. And I thought that I wouldn’t like it considering I liked you, but I actually like being your friend rather than.. you know.” While the credits rolled and most of the candy was finished, you fell asleep on him, and he wasn’t complaining, so he fell asleep on the couch too.

Ethan came back in the house expecting you to still be awake and waiting for him so that you two can go on a late night ride, but his hopes were crushed when he saw you sleeping on the couch, head rested on Kyle and his arms around you.

It’s like a huge truck hit him right there. He was jealous of Kyle. He wanted to be in Kyle’s position, but he’s not, so he quickly went to his room to go to sleep.

And this went on for weeks. He decided to stay with Miranda, even though he wanted Y/n. But she seems to be busy with him.

Some fans. Ok, well all of the fans saw this too. The picture of you and Kyle that the fan took in the grocery store went viral and there were mixed reactions to it. Some liked you two together and even made a ship name while others still wanted you to be with Ethan. And Ethan saw a lot of them. He was tagged in almost every pic that people took of them hanging out and being way too close on his opinion.

Even in the first week, you were hanging out with Kyle a lot more than Ethan. Almost as if he replaced him.

One night, he heard your giggling and his laughs from across the halls and he couldn’t help but look and make sure nothing was happening.

Ethan tried to play it cool and act as if he was going to get a cup of water. He peeked through your door and saw that you two were on the bed, looking at some video. Nothing bad. Until he saw that arm wrapped around you. His blood was slowly boiling and he wanted to rip that arm off of him. A bit violent, but he really wanted to.

The next morning, he saw that you posted a new picture. When he went to you account and saw you and Kyle together. He didn’t want to look at it, but the little voice in his head told him to look. He tapped on the picture it showed you slightly leaning on a sink with a huge hoodie, hair up, and you had a green face mask on. Right behind you was Kyle and he had his hair tied with one of your scrunchies and he had the same green face mask on. When Ethan looked closer, he could see his other arm on her waist.

After a few hours, he was on his explore page and he saw thousands of the same pictures. And again, that little voice told him to look at them. All of them. He wasn’t much for going on Instagram for a long time, but he made an exception. He read all the captions and the were a lot of people freaking out.

“Oh my god guys look at his hand.”

“Ok but why do I kind of ship them together now.”

“Ugh this is literal relationship goals.”

“It’s so cute how he has one of her scrunchies in his hair.”

And one after another, they got worse.

“Ok I prefer her to be with Kyle than Ethan.”

“Ethan who?”

“Looks like Ethan was replaced.”

“Guys she’s wearing his hoodie isn’t that cute.”

That one killed him. A knife right to his heart. He swiped to see a pic of Kyle in the same hoodie you were wearing in your post. Ethan was so upset that you were letting this happen. Usually you would only let Ethan be close to you like that, but Kyle? That was unheard of. Of course, you two were good friends and he would help film for some of you videos, but nothing other than that.

He decided that he shouldn’t dwell too much on it, and that it would go away soon. And although it was horrible of him to do that, he kept on dating Miranda to keep his mind off of things.

The next day, you were going out with your friends to eat out and shop, while Grayson told him t come with him for brunch. He woke up to an empty house and got ready to meet Gray at their usual breakfast spot. When he got there, he was greeted by the last person he wanted to meet. Kyle.

“Hey, E what’s up?” He glared at him and stayed silent. Kyle followed him to show where they were sitting.

Throughout the whole entire time, it was just Kyle and Grayson talking with Ethan giving them the silent treatment and making annoyed sounds every now and then.

“So, Kyle. What’s up with you and Y/n?” Ethan tensed up and his heart ached. He looked over at Kyle and he had a smirk on his face that he just wanted to wipe off.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing between us. Just friends, man.” Gray gave him the ‘ok sure’ look. “I swear, dude! She’s just my friend. That’s it.”

“Well, that’s not what I see.” Ethan couldn’t keep it in, but he couldn’t just storm out without getting at least a hundred questions. “I mean, you guys hang out so much and there’s so much flirting. And don’t get me started with those instagram posts shipping you two together.”

Kyle just smiled, shook his head, and looked down to eat another piece of his toast. Ethan’s fist were balled up under the table and his face was slowly turning red. Gray looked at him with a concerned look and spoke trough the food in his mouth. “E, you good?” Although it was so nasty looking at his food in his mouth, he didn’t car at this point.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I just don't feel that well.” He nodded and smiled.

“Well, don't go too close to Kyle, or else he’s going to kiss Y/n and get her sick too.” He laughed and Kyle just laughed it off. Ethan just brought out an awkward laugh and pulled out his phone. He never told anybody of his long time crush on you. Even Grayson, which was probably a mistake considering his dilemma right now. He was too shy to do anything about it and too embarrassed to tell Gray, since he always saw you “as a sister”.

Now, he was paying for it. He couldn’t stand the nonstop jokes coming from Grayson and he hated how Kyle didn’t get mad at any of that. Then, all of his pent up anger got out after the last comment that Gray made.

“Hey, stop denying it. I hear those little laughs coming from the bed and some nights I even hear the bed squeaking.” He started to imitate sounds of a bed creaking back and forth and Kyle started laughing.

Ethan abruptly stood up which moved the whole table. Luckily, Grayson’s hot coffee didn’t spill on him, even though Ethan wanted it to. With everyone looking at him, he left the cafe and started to drive off. He still had the right mind to know that he can’t drive when he’s angry and has too much on his mind, so he tried to go home as quickly as he can.

He parked his jeep and went straight to his bedroom. He plopped himself on the bed and screamed into his pillow to try and release some of his stress.

The door opened and he stopped screaming and stayed still. When Ethan heard footsteps coming at his door he immediately prayed that it wouldn’t be Gray asking him what the hell that was in the cafe.

But he heard soft knocks and he already knew that it was you.

“E? Are you ok? I heard you screaming from outside.” You put your bags on the floor. He felt the bed dip and he almost wanted to cry from hearing your voice. Even though it wasn’t a long time, you two sort of ignored each other after you started to hang out with Kyle and when he started to date Miranda, which she also just broke up with him anyways.

“It’s nothing, Y/n. I’m fine don’t worry. You can go now.” You sighed and laid down next to him.

“I won’t leave until you tell me what’s going on. You’ve been ignoring me forever.”

“I haven’t been ignoring you forever.” “You know what I mean. And you don’t tell me anything anymore. I didn’t even know that you and Miranda stopped dating until yesterday when Gray told me.”

Ethan let out an annoyed sigh, which you tried to ignore. “Well, it’s not like nobody is keeping you company. Seems like you’re busy with Kyle to be hanging out with me.”

“What do you mean?” His emotions were getting the best of him. He knew that he should stop before it gets worse and breaks something, but he just needs to let everything out to you.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n. You guys have been together 24/7 and he’s been flirting with you the whole time.” He glared at you and your head tilted.

Sure, at first you guys did it so that it would get on Ethan’s nerves, but after a while, you guys just acted like that out of habit. It was the touchy friendship and that was it.

“Kyle and I are just friends. Nothing more, Ethan.” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Well, you seem more than just friends.” He stood up and your hand fell onto the mattress. He started pacing around, and breathing loudly, which you knew was a bad sign. You knew that you had to choose your words carefully before he explodes.

“Ethan, you don’t even know for a fact that Kyle and I are dating. Because we’re not.” He glared at you and narrowed his eyes.

“Oh really? Are you sure? That’s not what everybody else sees. Even fucking Grayson thinks that you guys are a thing. I mean, come on, Y/n open your eyes.” His voice was getting louder and louder after every word.

You put your head in your hands and mumbled out “E.. Why are you so pressed about this?”

His brain wasn’t working at that moment. Half of him said that he needs to contain himself because he’s starting to be too much for her. You were crying for god’s sake. But the other half just told him to let it out. He’s been holding those emotions in for so long.

Ethan’s fist clenched and his face was red and his jaw was clenched. He saw the position you were in but proceeded to shout. “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, OK?” You flinched at the tone and volume of his voice. You lifted your head and your mouth was wide open and eyes wide.

Ethan on the other hand, felt like he just deflated. His emotions were everywhere and mixed around. He was sad yet angry.

Tears started to brim his eyes. “Y/n. We’re more than friends and you fucking know it.” You looked down, not being able to look at him as you nod. “But now, I’m having second thoughts because of him.” He spat out.

After a few minutes of not replying, you felt the bed dip and looked over to see Ethan slouching on the other end of the bed. He was hurting and it pained you to see. You slowly crawled over to him and hugged him from behind.

Your legs were on either side of him and you laid you head on top of his shoulder and tears started to fall onto his shirt. His breathing calmed down and after a few seconds, you softly spoke. “I love you too, E. So much. So so much.” You kissed his shoulder, moving up to his neck.

He moved his arms and you hugged him tighter because you were scared he was going to leave. But you felt his huge hands cover yours and he brought it to his lips and kissed both of them. He brought them down and pressed them onto his chest.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

He tightened his grip on your hands. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

A few more minutes passed after forgiving each other until Ethan broke the silence. “Ok, come on.” He sat up and went to lay on the bed, leading you next to him.

“I know that you’re tired from all of this, so let’s take a nap.” He pulled you into his chest and kissed your head.

You snaked your hands around his waist and put your leg over his. “I love you, E.”

Ethan put the blanket over you guys and laid his head on top of yours. “I love you more.” He closed his eyes, falling asleep happier than ever with the fact that he has you now.

A/n: I had too much fun writing this

Requests are OPEN

341 notes · View notes