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Get a person that looks at you the same way e looks a Grayson

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SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK [GD]

Description: No strings attached. That was the only rule.

Inspired by ‘SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK’ by Joji, with a happy ending.

Warnings: Soft Smut (barely anything)

Word Count: 3.09k+

Slow dancing. The only passionate dance where you can’t truly see your partners face. Such a passionate dance. That’s what Grayson felt his relationship with Y/N was. And it sort of was. It was supposed to be intimate and that was it. No feelings; Just pleasure.

Impersonal, is what some would call it. He knew her, he knew every inch of her, but not the way he wanted to know her. He wanted to know what she liked. What she disliked. Things that no one knew about her. Like her favorite band, which he already knew, but other things that were meaningful to her. 

‘Gray come over’ was the text that had managed to break Grayson's thought process.

It was the person he wanted, but the wrong context. 

With a sigh, he responded with an ‘omw’ and left his apartment and made his way to hers. A million thought racing past his mind as he drove until he was finally knocking on her door.

“S’missed you,” she muttered before pulling him inside, smashing her lips against his.

“Missed you too,” he whispered, but she didn’t hear it, he didn’t want her to anyways. 

He meant it in a completely different way than she did.

“Gray,” she moaned at the feeling of his hands traveling around her body before she gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off his body, as he did the same thing to her.

His lips latched onto her neck, painting a pretty picture which he was sure she was gonna remember him with.

“Fuck I’ve missed this,” she moaned at the feeling of his hands gripping her ass causing a smirk to spread across his face. 

“Yeah? How bout’ this?” he asked before his hand moved down to cup one of her most private places, making shivers run down her spine.

“Mhm,” she moaned before her hand caught hold of his jaw, pulling his face up to her’s and pressing his plumped lips against hers. “Quit the teasing,” she muttered against his lips, a chuckle being his response. 

“Yeah? What do you want?” he asked, making her groan. 

He knew she hated that. She hated begging. The asking. The feeling of vulnerability. 

Yet he was the only one, who made her feel that way. That made her beg, make her ask for what she wants. 

“Come on angel, tell me, what do you want?” he asked, the small little pet name causing a field of butterflies to erupt in her stomach, while he blushed because it slipped. 

“I want you, Grayson,” she muttered, slightly annoyed while Grayson’s ego grew. 

“Then you have me. All of me,” he spoke, whispering the last part before laying her down on the couch, his hands quickly slipping her small biker-shorts off her body, his eyes traveling down her almost naked body, while his hands slipped the rest of their clothes off. 

“Don’t take it easy on me Gray,” she smirked, making his eyes turn dark and cold, and full of lust.

“I wasn’t planning on to,” he smirked before slamming his dick in her pussy, a pleasure-filled scream falling past her lips. 

“Oh my God Grayson don’t sto-...do- don't stop please,” she moaned, taking a second to gather her thoughts as her eyes paid a long visit to her brain.

“You like this? You like how I’m destroying your tight little pussy? You little whore,” he grunted making her eyes widened. 

Not that she didn’t enjoy that, but Grayson wasn’t the type to use those types of words, at least with you. 

“I do. I do so fucking much,” you moaned and felt his hand move from your back to pressing his thumb against your clit.

“Good,” he muttered before fasting his pace, causing a string of curse words to fall past her lips.

And that’s how it went. Teeth clashing, purple necks, toes curling, earth-shaking orgasms, multiple times. 

“Oh my god, you’re gonna have to leave town every weekend,” she sighed out of breath while her hand was still tied to the headboard.

“I was still in town Y/N,” he said causing her eyes to widen, “Have you been with anyone else?”

“What? No. I’ve been talking to someone, but I think I got confused,” she said, her words stabbing his heart with every letter that it was made up of. 

“Oh,” was the only thing he said before getting up, wrapping a blanket around his waist and walking over to her, untying the knot, freeing her hand.

“Where you going?” she asked when she noticed him walking away. 

“Take a shower,” he muttered before walking away and leaving her alone on the bed.

And that’s how it went for a couple of weeks. She would text him the quick ‘come over’ and Grayson would be on his way like a lost puppy, while she did and didn’t do whatever she wanted. 

This time Grayson said no. 

He simply said no. Causing a frown to spread across her face at his attitude. 

Maybe he’s having a bad day? Was her only thought. 

She truly cared for him. Maybe not in the way that he wanted, but she really did.

With a sigh, she got up from the couch slipping up a pair of sweatpants with a simple t-shirt, and a dirty pair of air forces. 

She left her small and humble apartment, got in her car, and drove to his. Her mind clouded with questions and a bit of pain.

Why was he so cold? Did he not want to do it anymore?

Those were the main questions. The only ones that she wanted an answer to. 

So with a click of her key, she locked her car and made her way to his door. 

After two knocks a confused and shirtless Grayson opened the door, sweat dripping down his forehead, probably from his workout. 

“What are you doing here?” he casually asked, making her think he didn’t want her there.

“I came to check if you were okay,” she muttered, and a scoff was his only response for a couple of seconds.

“Why? Because I said no I wouldn’t be okay? Because I didn’t go crawling for you means I’m not okay?” he spoke as his words turned louder over time, hitting her with a pang of hurt because she had no idea of what he was referring to. 

“What? No. I came because I care for you and I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she whispered, suddenly being washed away with emotions. 

We could say you were not a confrontational person, but when it came to people you cared about. So this? This, you were hating.

“You care?” he scoffed with a sarcastic laugh, “You care? Y/N do you? Do you really care? Or are you just saying this because I didn’t want to hook up with you?” he said earning a scoff from her. 

“Alright, what is going on? This is not the Grayson I know. And no, I’m not just saying that because your feelings are more important than a quick hookup,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes at his sudden attitude.

“Grayson, I can’t finish myself up,” the girliest voice she thought she’s ever heard, shouted from inside his apartment, and she nodded her head with a chuckle

“I guess you’re completely fine, go finish her up Gray,” she sarcastically said before turning around and leaving. 

Was she jealous? Maybe she was. But that wasn’t the reason why she was upset. 

She was upset because he was her best friend. He was her best friend and he blew her off to be with a barbie wanna bitch, well that’s what she called her. The point was, she was hurt because he was angry at her. And she didn’t know why. 

Meanwhile, Grayson was upset at himself. Thinking he ruined the only thing he had. Even if it’s not what he wanted, he at least had it in some way. 

Even if it was impersonal, but now he had nothing, and he was angry. 

“Leave. Please,” he told the girl once he walked into his bedroom. 

“What?” she scoffed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not in the mood anymore,” he sighed, putting on one of his t-shirts when suddenly the scent made its way to his nose. 

The scent of her perfume. A scent he adored so much. The scent of her. That scent represented her and no one else.

“It’s okay. I heard your conversation. You love her don’t you?” she asked, getting up from his bed and putting her clothes back on while he sighed. 

“I don’t know. But I know she doesn’t feel the same way,” he said and she nodded her head and sat down next to him. 

“Have you spoken to her about it? You never know until you try,” 

“I didn’t think I could make it more obvious. I’m always replying to her texts as soon as I receive them. She says come over and I drop everything I’m doing and get there in under 5 minutes, I’m always making sure she doesn’t need or is missing anything. How more obvious can I be?” He spoke and she listened. 

Meanwhile, Y/N had no one to vent to. No one to hear her, no one to listen to her. 

She was confused. So confused when it came to her feelings. And Grayson knew that. She was always confused, so she wondered what she did to make him upset.

But she couldn’t come up with anything. She hadn’t done anything bad. She hadn't broken the rule, at least not verbally so what exactly did she do?

She decided to ask him. But not now. She thought he needed space so that’s what she’s going to give him and plenty of it. 

Three weeks to be exact. She gave him three weeks before standing in front of his door and knocking on his door, except this time, a blonde girl opened it, with a smile that Y/N could see right through. 

“Is Grayson here?” she spoke in a monotone voice. 

“Yeah, why?” The girl asked, fixing the collar of her shirt.

“Can you tell him Y/N is here and that she needs to speak with him,” she said, the girl’s face dropping at the mention of her name. 

“Sure,” she muttered before closing the door and walking to get him, which took a couple of minutes for unknown reasons. 

“What?” he said after he opened the door, she looked down, refusing to look at his face. 

“How’d you know?” was the only thing she asked. He stepped out and closed the door, not wanting his private conversation to be heard by anyone. 

“What?”

“How’d you know I broke the rule? I never told you,” she said again and he shook his head. 

“What rule Y/N? What are you talking about?” he asked, getting impatient. 

“The one fucking rule. The one rule that said I wasn’t supposed to fall for you! How’d you know that I did? Because I never told anyone. Is that why you broke it off without any explaining whatsoever?” She questioned and finally looked up at him. Only three weeks and he already looked different, he had a beard, and his hair was a bit longer.

“I didn’t know that. That’s why I broke it off,” he whispered and she shook her head.

“Then what was it? Because you seem happy now. Just blow me off with no explanation. And who is she?” 

“I stopped it because I fell in love with you. I fell in love from the minute I saw you walk out of the smoothie shop. And I knew you didn’t love me back, so I stopped it before I got more hurt,” he explained and she nodded her head. 

“Who is she?” she asked again, disregarding his previous statement. 

“Alex,” he whispered.

“Are you together?”

And when he stayed quiet, she knew. She knew they were. 

She knew she had lost him. Lost him to someone she didn’t know existed. 

She lost him because she wasn’t clear about her feelings. Or lost him because maybe they weren’t meant to be. After all, everything happens for a reason; Even if that reason makes no sense at the time. 

“Bye Grayson. I wish you the best,” she spoke before turning around and leaving. 

This was now the second time. The second time she left that building feeling heartbroken. The first being when she came to make sure he was okay and he blew her off, and this time he rejected her with no words. 

It was true what they said. Mixing sex with friendships wasn’t always the best. And it was true. Maybe if she never introduced the idea at all and told him how she felt, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. 

But the many ‘what if’s’ were not helping at all. They were what if’s after all, an alternate universe of some sort, and that was it. 

In the real world, she was lonely, and he wasn’t, and that was it. 

Her apartment felt different. It did ever since she came back that day. It’s been two weeks and she no longer hears his obnoxious laugh that she loved to hear. His loud voice echoing through the hallways. His horrible singing voice coming out of the shower. Her giggles as he chased her through the apartment. Before his arms wrapped around her and he slammed her down on the couch, before pressing his lips against hers. 

At that moment she should’ve known. 

She should’ve known that she was desperately, and deeply falling in love with him. 

And that he was with her. 

She missed him. She truly did. She missed everything good about him and his bad habits. 

She missed yelling at him to put the toilet seat down. She missed yelling at him to dry the counters after he made a mess with water after washing the dishes. She missed his cute corny dad jokes that made her laugh until tears were streaming down her face. She missed the way his hands felt when they were on her body. The feeling of his lips against hers. She just missed him. 

And he missed her too. He missed getting yelled at, even when he found it annoying at the time. He missed chasing her around until he finally had her cornered and she had nowhere to go then picking her up. He missed her ‘come over’ texts. He missed her tiny hands wrapped around his neck. The way she chanted his name when he was hitting oh so perfectly. He just missed her. 

They just missed each other. But they were too stubborn to go see each other. They were equally stubborn which wasn’t that good of a mix. Arguing over the silliest things. If Grayson saw green it was green, if Y/N saw blue it was blue.

“Grayson that was at least three times,” she argued and he shook his head. 

“It was three,”

“It was not. If it was three we still wouldn't be here,” she scoffed.

“How are you gonna tell me how many times I threw the ball?” he asked, emphasizing the I.

“By telling you. I was watching you. It was five and the conversation is over,” she groaned before walking away. It takes two to argue, and by walking away she also had the last word, 

And that’s just who they were. Argued over something silly, then be perfectly fine a couple of minutes after.

They also missed each other's presence. When you’re around a person almost all day, every day, and they’re suddenly gone, you don’t only miss them but you also miss the feeling of the person being there. And that’s what was happening, they were missing their energy. 

Getting fed up with the waiting, and sadness, they both got up, at the same time, and walked to their cars and drove to each other's apartments, and knocked at the door, knocked but no one answered. 

‘Open the door’ was the text that they sent to each other. Grayson quickly clicked the little phone icon and called her, each ring adding on to his nerves. 

“Where are you?” he asked the second she answered. 

“In front of your door, where are you?” she replied, anxiously chewing on her nails while walking back and forth. 

“At your door. Stay where you. I’m on my way,” he replied and hung up, racing down the stairs and driving over the speed limit, what was usually a ten-minute drive turned into a five minute one.

Filled with so much emotion, a few tears manage to fall past his eyelids as he ran up the stairs to his apartment.

The sight of her nervously walking back and forth while chewing on her nails was enough to make his heart swell. 

“Y/N,” he said, causing her to turn around and stop her pacing. 

“I love you,” they both whispered before falling into each other. 

“I love you so fucking much,” Grayson muttered against her hair, she tried to hold back her tears but couldn’t.

“I love you more. So fucking much Gray,” she said against his chest, the vibration running through his entire body. 

“I missed you,” he said, picking her up before unlocking his door and walking inside. 

“I missed you more,” she smiled as he sat her down on his island in the middle of his kitchen. 

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he said, making her chuckle. 

“I’m serious, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you said looking away, his staring causing her to blush. “I missed your stupid loud laugh, and your horrible singing, your dumb jokes, I just missed you,” she said causing him to smile, he placed his finger on her jaw, softly turning her head so that she was facing him. 

“I missed you too. I missed your cute and loud laugh. Your corny dad jokes, your little baking moments, yelling at me like you’re my mom, I missed my best friend and I missed you,” he spoke looking directly into her eyes. 

“Remember when I told you not to follow me?” he randomly said and she sent him a look of confusion. 

“I said ‘don’t follow me, you’ll end up in my arms’,” he said and she nodded her head. 

“I was telling you, that I love you,” 

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[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger| GBD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His lips turned up softly, “Morning”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My names Kate”

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

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[crownofstarfall]

tik tok out here being just as horny as tumblr... oof 🥵🤑

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[cosmosdolans]

what i've done

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[livexdolan]

Shower Art ~e.d~

A/n: So I’ve started doing this in the shower n I promise I wash it off before I get out lol idk why I thought of this story but I actually kinda like it- mainly bc this is the first time I’ve ever written a story n didn’t feel the need to make it short. so yea thxs for making it so I felt comfortable writing this. Love ya <3 :)

Summary: When Ethan finds that his girlfriend has found a new canvas he can’t help but find it weird, ending in a surprising confrontation between the two.

Warnings: Fluff, angst (?), smutish, idk what else to put

Word Count: 1216

Now, don’t get him wrong, Ethan loves that his girlfriend is an artist. How she can make anything artsy and pretty amazes him- and it always will. But. While he loves y/n and her imagination, sometimes it can be a little much. Like, when she ‘borrowed’ his favorite jacket and painted the back of it, while it was a beautiful picture- Ethan was not about to wear a jean jacket with a pretty sunset on the back, and he ended up letting y/n keep it. 

So, months later, did Ethan expect to go to take a quick shower and see that his beautiful, amazing, sweet girlfriend, had made a mural on his shower wall out of hair that came out when she was taking a shower? 

Absolutely not. 

Remember, Ethan isn’t always the quickest and he’s also new to relationships- so it takes him a minute. 

Ethan has to stand back and stare at the picture on his shower wall for at least two minutes before the gears start turning. She used her hair to draw on his shower wall. 

Ethan being Ethan though- doesn’t say anything to his love, 1) because he doesn’t want to get upset with her and fight, 2) he hates confronting people.

So he lets it slide like he never even saw it.

Stupid. Stupid is the only word that can describe his decision, because one mural, turned into two, then three, and before he knew it, there was a new picture almost every time he got in the shower. Out of hair. 

He didn’t let it get to him though, no, he didn’t say anything, and neither did she.

Then it happened. About three months later, three months of 3 times a week, Ethan going to take a shower and finding his artist's masterpiece. 

Ethan knew to expect something but he could have never expected this. The thing is, our y/n gets bored easily, hence the drawings and paintings everywhere, and she loves to have fun. She likes to let loose every now and then, throw caution to the wind. But this, this wasn’t just her wanting to have fun, it was a moment of childishness, funny to her inner 12-year-old self that had never seemed to go away. 

A penis.

He couldn’t believe it, she drew a penis. A dick. A cock. Whatever you call it- she drew it. She made a penis and it was right there- right in Ethan’s face the minute he stepped into the shower. 

To say he was shocked was the understatement of the year. A part of Ethan- the 12-year-old that was in him as well- saw the joke in it, the funny part- but Ethan isn’t 12. He’s a young adult- with a young adult girlfriend. 

Ethan knew that it was past time. Past time to tell her it bothers him. But know he would tell her, no matter how upset she got- it was weird- not just cute weird- but a weird that made Ethan’s stomach upset and makes his eyebrows furrow. 

“H-hey! Y/n!” He called, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist as his girlfriend pops her head into the bathroom.

“Yea, E?” she asks while pushing the door open wider, wondering why he was calling her into the bathroom when he was supposed to be taking a shower. 

“What-what is this?” Ethan clears his throat before pointing at the picture.

Y/n just giggles and can’t help the red that surfaces on her cheeks, “Oh, yeah, that, it was just a joke, I thought it was funny,”

Ethan huffs and rubs his hands over his face before looking her in the eye, “I don’t think it’s funny. In fact, I don’t think any of them were funny. And I don’t understand your need to do this every fucking time you take a shower!” he’s on a roll now and the bottle of thoughts he’s kept hidden has finally popped open, “I love you but what the fuck? Who makes pictures out of hair? It’s gross! I don’t want to see that! Nobody does! I get that you’re an artist- an amazing one at that, but c’mon babe, this is a bit much yea?” 

While y/n was a little hurt, she couldn’t help but laugh, which only made Ethan look at her with a look that had her doubled over- clutching her stomach and holding up a finger telling Ethan to give her a second. 

Once she straightened up and wiped the tiny tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes she responded breathlessly, “Are you serious? It took me putting a penis for you to say something!? You’ve been letting me draw and leave things there for three fucking months but when I drew a dick- that was crossing the line?” she couldn’t help the little chuckles leaving her mouth every once in a while, “E, if it bothers you that much, you should tell me right away- Jesus, did you seriously not say anything because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings?” 

She almost howled in laughter when he shook his head, yes, his gaze not meeting hers, Ethan was waiting for her to get mad for some reason, “Ethan! Look at me! I was doing it as a joke! I saw it on Tik Tok and thought it was funny! You’re acting like you just told me you hate my laugh- or my voice! You are one of the most overdramatic people I have ever met, ya know that?” 

Ethan was officially speechless. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how dumb he had sounded- why couldn’t he just talk to her about it? Why had he made it such a big deal? He should’ve known it was a joke. “I- I don’t know what to say really. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you in the first place, I just didn’t want to upset you.” 

Y/n couldn’t help but walk closer at that, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him sighing, “You might be the most over dramatic person I’ve ever met but you’re also the sweetest and most considerate person I’ve ever met.”

Ethan leaned down and captured her sweet lips in a gentle kiss, the two getting far too into it far too quick. Y/n was the first to pull away, breathless, her voice catching in her throat at the sight of her boyfriend’s flushed face and plump lips. Thoughts of how easy it would be to have his towel and her shorts off and for the fun to really start, a blush rises on her cheeks as her thoughts take a nose dive into the gutter. 

“So, you seem to draw a dick pretty well, let’s see how well you can do other things, yea?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear before smiling softly at her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. 

Y/n lets out a squeal as Ethan picks her up and takes her back to his bedroom. Ethan will always love having an artist for a girlfriend, and y/n will always love having a drama queen as her boyfriend. 

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[ethandolsaesthetics]

That LOOK though 🥵 fuckkk

#ethan dolan #ethangrant #grayson dolan #dolan twins #yooo wtf hes fine af

[lovesweetener]

He’s soft for you. (g.d)

(Listen to the song above; set the mood.)

You and Grayson are best friends, you guys have been best friends for 6 years now. You were so excited because today he was taking you out to dinner.

~ding~

your phone buzzed and you picked it up to see you had a message from grayson, you immediately smiled and typed in your passcode to view the message.

You sighed at the thought and started to get ready because it was almost 11 pm, you walked into the bathroom and took a steamy thoughtful shower. A few minutes later you came out and dried your hair,

after that you styled it and began to brush your teeth then you went over to your mirror with bulbs all around it and did light makeup because you weren’t into it that much.

you walked over to your wardrobe and opened it as you looked up and down at your clothing and shoe wear,

you picked up a baby doll pink dress and your small white heels, you then looked in the mirror and smiled, just then you heard the doorbell ring.

you quickly grabbed your purse and phone as you ran downstairs and opened the door, there stood your best friend grayson.

he was dressed in a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and showed off his abs. He almost had on black pants and Air Force ones.

You got so caught up in the moment you didn’t even realize he was talking to you,

“y/n! y/n!” he yelled a little louder and snapped.

you blinked a couple of times then looked up at him embarrassed, you looked down.

“sorry..” you shyly said as he took his pointer finger and made you look at him, you looked into his eyes as they sparkles a little bit from the bit of light coming from the kitchen.

“It’s okay princess, come on let’s go.” he said and smiled.

you blushed at the new nickname as you both walked to the car.

<skipped the car ride>

you both got out of the car as he took your hand and walked into the restaurant and sat down at a booth, soon a elder lady came and asked for you guys orders.

“hello! welcome to y/f/r! what would you like to order?” the woman said, happily.

your eyes widen a little bit at how happy she was then you answered her question, “I’ll take a salad with some water please.”

Grayson chuckled then nodded at the lady agreeing with you.

“okay and for desert?” she said as Grayson glanced at you then answered her.

“chocolate covered strawberries please.”

she nodded and skipped away.

you and grayson looked at each other and started laughing.

it soon died down as the lady cams back 5 minutes later with a bunch of plates. you looked down at the plate then back at her and smiled.

she walked away and you and Grayson started talking and out of nowhere he complimented you,

“you look beautiful tonight y/n..” he softly said as he looked into your eyes.

you looked up as you met his eyes.

“thank you.” you said shyly as you smiled down at your plate

<skipped rest of dinner; into the car>

you both were sitting in the car laughing and talking more about the lady in the restaurant.

“you’re so funny” you said, looking down shaking your head

Grayson had stopped laughing as he stared at you admiring your features, it’s almost like you were moving in slow motion to him.

“y/n..” he said as he swallowed harshly

“yeah gray?” you said as you turned back to him

Grayson grabbed your face and pulled you close to him, “I like you..”

you were staring into his eyes as you both slowly leaned in and...

T H E E N D

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[rightnowyoucanttell]

asks please?

Send me a number and a twin via my asks and i’ll write Dolan Twins blurs/fic/ect. on it!

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[mukehasrisen]

They're literally so adorable

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[quotes-life-12]

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[grethan-real]

In aww

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[jtsfavslut]

could you write something abt y/n LOVING grays hands , like not even a sexual way just loving how he holds her and the little gestures 🥺

This!!! Grayson be making every motherfucking thing attractive.

You could just be laying down on the bed, and you would always grab his hand and play with his fingers.

It was just something about them that drove you insane, and not just because he would use them on you in other unholy ways.

The way he would use it to play with your hair, or how little your hand felt in his.

Let’s not forget how he always moves his hands around when he’s talking.

Everything about this man was attractive.

Grayson was a physical man. Always demonstrating his love towards either by giving you a random hug, grabbing your hand, a kiss on your temple, or just simply brushing his fingers past yours whenever he got a chance.

“Baby,” he called you as your tiny fingers moved his long ones around.

“Hmm,” You hummed paying attention to his large hand.

“I need to pee, but I don’t want you to stop playing with my hand,” he muttered with closed eyes.

You let out a quiet giggle before slowly letting go of his hand.

“Go pee, but hurry up,” you playfully said and he got up from the bed rushing towards the bathroom.

He came back in less then two minutes before carefully jumping on top of you, laying his head in your stomach and his hands landing on your chest.

“Did you wash them?” You playfully asked as he nodded his head.

Your soft hand picked his back up, the touch not only sending chills up his spine but yours aswell.

“I love your fingers,” you softly whispered holding his hand up so that you could see it fully.

“And I love when you play with them,” he muttered against your stomach sending tickles up your body, making you let a soft giggle.

“It’s tickles when I talk doesn’t it?” He asked making you laugh.

“Yeah, so stop,” you whispered.

He placed a couple of kisses on you belly before flipping you over so that you were straddling his waist, your hands still holding his.

“I love you. You know that right?” He asked making you nod while a smile was displayed on your face.

“Yeah, but I love YOU more” you said putting emphasis on the you.

“That’s not psossible,” he whispered before softly pushing your head down, causing your lips to mold together.

His hands grabbed on to yours as your lips moved in sync.

The kiss wasn’t sexual, and it was loving and slow.

He slowly pulled away, looking into your eyes with an expression that you weren’t able to read.

“Just know, I’m gonna marry you one day, but until then keep playing with my fingers, it’ll be soon. I promise.” He whispered making you blush. With one last kiss, he laid your head down on his chest, pulled the fuzzy blacker over your bodies, and you grabbed his hand playing with his fingers once again.

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[niamhfthemmings]

When the twins are at their happiest :)

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[diesiraekaa]

Faites comme The Lord gardez le sourire 😁😁😁 #HeroCorp #ChristianBujeau #TheLord #EthanGrant #HC2 https://www.instagram.com/p/B-Pyi5kn5c4/?igshid=1nzxtlydewk83

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[livexdolan]

Last Christmas ~e.d~

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

“I love you so much,” I whispered to the love of my life as she smiled up at me. The Christmas lights reflecting off her face making her look even more beautiful.

“I love you too E,” she smiled, running her hands through my hair.

But the very next day, you gave it away

“I can’t believe you’re doing this! That you did this!” I raise my voice, and it feels so good to yell, covering up my broken heart with anger.

“We don’t work well together anymore. Besides, he’s just- he’s just different,” the girl I thought I knew whispers as she starts walking to the door.

“Fine! I hope you enjoy it while it lasts! Because one day you’re going to realize I would have treated you so much better than that dirtbag!” I yell as she slams the door, the walls shuddering and I stand in my quiet, empty, broken home.

This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special

“Gray, I don’t just want some Christmas hook-up. I’m not doing that again this year,” I sigh, looking over at my twin brother.

He sighs as well and claps me on the back, “Well, I hope you like being alone in Christmas. Katie and I are going to her family’s house so you’re going to be here alone.”

“That’s fine. At this point I don’t even care about being alone.”

Last Christmas I gave you my heart. But the very next day, you gave it away

“So I totally thought we were happy, ya know? And then...and then she left. And now I’m here. Sitting in a coffee shop alone on Christmas Eve,” I hold on to my hot cup as the barista sweeps around me seeing as she’s closing soon, “I’m sorry, this isn’t your problem. I’m just- I’m gonna go.”

Before I can leave, the barista grabs my arm gently, “Look, I’m almost done closing, then we can really hang out if you want. I’m really sorry about what happened, you seem very nice so I don’t see why anyone would leave you,” she says in a very soft voice that I find soothing.

“Ok, cool, I’d like to hang out, the names Ethan by the way,” I smiled at her and put my hand out.

She shyly shook my hand, “I’m y/n.”

“Very pretty,” I complement.

She blushed and looked down, “Thanks.”

This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special

“Thanks for hanging out with me. I had an awesome time getting to know you y/n.”

“I had a great time with you too Ethan,” she smiles at me as we pull up in front of her apartment building.

I pull my phone out to ask her for her number and the screen turns on. I gasp as the time flashes on my screen making her look over at me, “What?” She questions.

“Look- look at the time. It’s 12:08. This means I didn’t spend Christmas alone. I spent it with you,” I smile widely at the realization.

She laughs, “Oh my gosh, for a second you really scared me. But that’s really cute,” she glances over at the complex then back at me as she bites her lip, “You know, I don’t have to work tomorrow-today- and I really don’t want to be alone in my apartment so...would you like to come up with me?” She asks, hope laced in her voice.

My heart flutters and my chest tightens. My brain is telling me I’m going to get hurt. But I know she’s different. Y/n’s not that girl I thought I loved last year. She’s so much more. I grab her hand, then pull in to a parking space, “I would absolutely love to come up with you.” *************************************************

omg this is my first fic to post on here if u don’t like it- plz don’t tell me I can’t handle it 😓😔

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