#grayson dolan quarterback

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES {Quarterback AU}

Summary: When his brother forces him to go on a double date with him and with a girl that absolutely hates Grayson, he’s forced to realize that their mutual disdain might have been caused by his own actions.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of banter

Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N - this is sort of a version of This Is War (Ethan frat/soulmate fic), but there are no soulmates here. It’s probably bad since I stress wrote it instead of studying, but it’s also kind of fun? I guess I’m a sucker for enemies trope. Also, I am writing Fix me finale, but it will take me a while because I am back in college for the next month and a half or so and I have back to back exams every 2 or 3 days. Hope you guys understand and I hope you like this one as well. 

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Ethan never thought he'd have to beg his brother to accompany a beautiful woman on a date, but he still found himself in front of his arm-crossed twin and his defiant glare.

„No. Not happening.“ Grayson is adamant, refusing to budge and most definitely not when it's her who they want him to go out with. Why can't they find someone else to be their double date?! He just didn't see the sanity in that decision.

„I'm asking as a brother!“ Ethan pulled his twin card, hoping to see change in Grayson who simply laughed in his face before turning his back on him, still stubbornly refusing to even consider it.

„Bruh, never gonna happen.“

Rolling his eyes, Ethan's annoyance grows as he's forced to walk in front of his brother who seems damn determined to fuck up his night even after he tried to bribe him with chores, cash, even his dear Smooth cat.

„She's Amina's best friend. I am begging you, please, don't make me call mom on you.“ And that's when he played the ultimate card – the mom card. There isn't a woman in the world as important to Grayson as his mother, but then again, there isn't a woman as capable of making him do things he'd never want to do.

„Seriously? Playing the mom card now? What are we, like 10? Plus, why would she even want me as a date?! She fucking hates me and I'm pretty sure she's mental. You're putting your favorite brother in the line of fire.“ Reasoning with Ethan had never been fruitful in the past, but even as he watches Ethan shrug his pleas off his shoulders, Grayson clings to some hope he'd manage to escape this whole ordeal. It's probably the only time he had ever regretted being a playboy instead of having a girlfriend...taken men can't be forced into dates with their worst enemy.

„Favorite? You're my only brother, Grayson. It does not make you necessarily a favorite.“ Ethan retorted with furrowed eyebrows before tossing a white, classy shirt at his brother's chest. „Now get ready and be nice tonight, okay?“

Nostrils flared as he inhales deeply, staring daggers at Ethan's back as he leaves the room, Grayson yells after him: „No promises!“

To say he spent the entire drive over to the restaurant sulking would be an understatement. The last thing, absolutely the last thing, Grayson wanted to do now is to spend a few hours around Y/N Y/L/N.

You know those girls that are always seemingly fun but will cut you down with just a look if you make a single misstep? The girls that may be smaller than guys but cause terror in them whenever they scowl?

Y/N Y/L/N is the queen B of the club Grayson is certain exists as some secret college society of women that learn how to make men's lives miserable.

Sure, she's on good terms with everyone else, but Grayson always found her to be rude and mean-spirited with him. Every time he tried to bridge the distance between them for not only his brother's relationship but his own inner peace, she nearly chewed his head off. 

In time, Grayson learned to avoid her and her mood-swings, but he still found himself getting out of the car on this particular night, finding Amina in front of the restaurant and he could easily recognize Y/N, even from behind. Perhaps he's spent too much time admiring her ass in the past, but she wasn't hard to recognize, besides, who else would be helping Amina fix her hijab?

For a moment there, he just stands there on the curb, watching her as the wind picks up and her hair flies to the side, revealing her face as she steps away from Amina and giggles, the sound carried through the wind and to his unsuspecting ears. He thought her laugh is almost...tolerable...cute even.

Shaking his head vehemently, Grayson felt Ethan's hand on his shoulder and his expecting gaze as well.

„Come on. It might rain soon and I'd rather not worry if Amina will freeze to death when her clothes get wet.“

Sighing, Grayson follows his brother reluctantly, his gaze unwavering and on his enemy. She may be clothed in a beautiful green dress with bare back, but Grayson still remembers she's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

„Hey.“ Ethan smiles sheepishly at his dear Amina, giving her a small wave as she looks down shyly and her cheeks turn a darker shade. Their relationship is pure in Grayson's eyes – they rarely ever touch and when they do it's by accident and yet they seem to be inseparable. In a moment of weakness, he wished for something as simple and pure as they have too.

„Ugh. Grayson fucking Dolan? Seriously Amina?“ Y/N all but growled at her best friend who was forced to look at her instead of Ethan who really captured all her attention moments ago. Frowning, Grayson clears his throat, hoping to speak but Y/N continues.

„I thought I was supposed to be here with you as the third wheel because your dad insisted! Why call...“ She turns to Grayson, gesticulating to his face with slight disgust on her face before she adds: „Him.“

„Excuse me?!“ Grayson exclaims, quite frankly offended by the way she looked at him like he's not worth the dirt off her cheap heels, but she just turns to him with the fakest, fed-up smile she could muster.

„You may be excused.“ Showing him down the road, hoping he'd leave, Y/N looked at the way his face quickly changed from insulted, to angry, to wicked.

„Oh, no. I'm staying. Now that I know you have been blindsided into spending a whole dinner with me, I'd love for a chance to make your meal a little spicy.“ Winking, Grayson opened the door. Waiting for them to enter, Ethan and Amina were fast but Y/N crossed her arms and tapped her foot against the pavement, her eyes narrowed at him with suspicion.

„Waiting for a formal invitations, princess?“ Grayson clicks his tongue as he gestures with a nod for her to get inside, nearly bursting out laughing when she flinches with the thunder echoing in the street.

„You're just waiting for me to walk in order to let the door slam in my face.“ She guesses, looking up at the sky nervously as lightning tears the sky open.

„Maybe, but you'll never know if you don't come in. Or you can test your luck with the thunderstorm.“ Shrugging as if saying he's alright with either or, Grayson raises his eyebrow in challenge and then it crosses his mind – this is the first time since he met her that he has the reigns and it feels really, really good.

Pensive, she looks back up at the sky before shrugging. „I'd rather brave the storm then, quarterback.“

However, as she states her choice, rain starts to drizzle and the lightning illuminates every line of her frustrated face and her pouted lips as she closes her eyes in anticipation of what's to come. Brave...but stupid.

„Come in. I won't slam the door in your face.“ Clearing his throat, he adds. „My mama taught me better, alright?“

„Fine, but if you do, I know who to complain to then. Don't underestimate me, quarterback. I can find her number if I want to!“ Eyes narrower with every step she takes, arms tense as she expects him to go back on his word, she manages to walk into the restaurant without a scratch on her and surprisingly no attempt to even frighten her.

Y/N headed straight for the table next to Ethan and Amina, the only one available with 'reserved' card on it. She sat opposite of Amina so she could pick up on any signal her best friend sends, but also because she had many signals she wanted to send her and a middle finger might be one of them.

Of all the men in the universe, hell, of all the women in the universe, those two chose the quarterback from hell? She never quite understood how he and Ethan could be twins and be so fundamentally different but after the first two years, she just stopped trying to understand it – understand him, at all.

„Alright. What do you want to order?“ Grayson picks up the menu – the only menu on the table and she rolls her eyes at him again. „Might wanna watch the eye-rolls. Don't want your eyes getting stuck like that, do you?“

Glancing at Amina who just mouthed 'Please', Y/N let out a violent huff in utter frustration, even more so when Grayson continued to hog the menu.

„Why are you here? Really? Did they blindside you too?“ Y/N questions, more curious about how calm he seemed when he found her in front of the restaurant than the menu he holds. She can't eat much now when her appetite is for vengeance alone.

„Nope, Ethan played the mom card. I wouldn't be here otherwise, trust me.“ He responds without even looking at her, his eyes still going over the menu and if she didn't know better, she'd think he's confused.

„You have something better to do on a Saturday night? A girl perhaps? Did I cockblock you, quarterback?“ Raising her eyebrows with amusement, she leans in and cocks her head slightly to the left, awaiting for his response.

„Don't flatter yourself. My plans were more important than a girl. I was supposed to run on the treadmill.“

Shaking her head, finding his answer peculiar and she couldn't help herself but question him further. Besides, she had no other form of entertainment but to make steam come out of his ears.

„Running? That's more important? What the hell?“ Flabbergasted, she draws in a shaky breath as she puts a hand on her chest in surprise and Grayson dignifies her with a curious glance.

„Who chooses to spend a Saturday night on a treadmill?“

Putting down the menu, Grayson presses his tongue against his left cheek to reel his usually loud self which was always amplified around her.

„Someone who makes good life choices. Try it sometimes.“ Snarky tone he used made her bite her lower lip, slowly releasing the soft flesh with a little less lipstick than before. Shame – Grayson quite liked the red shade on her lips.

„Oh, quarterback, you're so scandalous. For future reference, if you ever see me running you should run too because I only run for my life...maybe not even then.“ Smacking her lips, she slyly grabbed the menu from his hands and looked it over herself. She noticed Ethan nod at his brother before they exchanged a few words in their weird gibberish language Amina told her about, though she had caught them doing so a few times before too.

„So, you're really into football, huh“, Grayson asks so naively, noticing exactly when she raised her eyes from the menu and up to him with a boy-you-better-run look and he gulps, aware she'd soon say something that would fuck everything up.

„Football? It's literally the last thing on my list of interests...hell, it's not even on the list!“ She exclaims, noticing Grayson's jaw clench and his eyes harden and Ethan facepalmed immediately, all too familiar with what will happen.

„Football is life! What do you mean it's not on the list?“ Shushed by Amina, he presses his lips together but his eyes are wide and wild and Y/N can't help but chuckle.

„It's the dumbest sport there is. All you do is throw hands with men with over-sized pads and helmets. You get concussions for fame? Fuck that.“ Tossing the menu on the center of the table, Y/N leans back in her chair as she notices a vein prominently showing on Grayson's forehead and she can't help but enjoy the view. There is nothing she likes better than a pissed off Grayson. He's got everyone treating him like a deity, but she was never among them. Perhaps it's because he fucked up when they first met, but she tried time and time again to give him the benefit of the doubt and he always proved her opinion of him, while abominable, is very accurate.

„Dumbest sport? Do you know how hard I work to be the very best on that field? The theories and strategies I have to learn? The physical preparations?!“ Whisper shouting, Grayson leaned closer, his elbows resting on the table and his biceps swell up as he moves some of his weight onto his arms and the table under him.

„Oh, wow! You work so hard? A doctor works hard, Grayson. They save lives and they will never earn the money you will earn after college. You're learning how to run zig-zag across the field with a crummy ball in your hands without falling, while doctors, lawyers, teachers, cashiers and many REAL professions are so underfunded and underpaid and you think that's fair?“ Shaking her head, she raises her hands in mock surrender, watching a little bit of Grayson's ego chip away and he shakes his head too, looking away as he keeps his mouth shut.

„Why do you even hate me so much?“ Grayson mumbled sometime during dinner -  a very quiet dinner.

Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she wondered if he really doesn't know. Hell, she always knew why she hates him, but she never knew why he hates her.

„You really don't know?“ She nearly chuckles when he shrugs, oblivious as always.

„Why is that somehow worse than everything you did?“ Talking to herself more than him, she lets out a heavy sigh. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Y/N presses her lips together and Grayson can't help but notice the red lipstick is once again evenly spread across her lips.

She remembered the way they met, the way he treats the girls, the pranks he pulled that left her mortified, or the nickname he started that followed her for a whole semester and most of all, she couldn't forgive him for scaring off a guy she thought she'd be with for a very, very long time.

„You're so smart and sure of yourself, figure it out.“ But then again, she did have an appetite for vengeance and he had no idea how ready she was to satisfy it.

He was clueless until Monday morning, right after practice when he was left last in the locker-rooms after his self-imposed morning practice. He was clueless as he walked out of the shower, confused as to where his towel is. He was clueless when his steam-clad body felt the breeze of the mysteriously open window in the locker-room had made him shiver.

However, when he opened his locker, Grayson was no longer clueless: his clothes – gone, his jersey – gone, his phone, bag and towels gone.

Everything is gone, yet when he looks at the mirror, he finds the cause for the message left in a very familiar shade of red gave him more than just a clue – XOXO next to a clear mark of a particular pair of lips he was admiring on Saturday night.

„Y/N FUCKING Y/L/N!“

Tags: @mendesficsxbombay​ @beinscorpio​ @peacedolantwins​ @dolandolll​ 

PART 2

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[baby-grayson]

okay cat, ignore this if it's not your vibe (for real, I mean it haha) but I CANNOT stop thinking about a little gray and ness moment where someone on the other team sees her with gray's number on and starts talking smack on the field

Who doesn’t love a territorial Grayson? One of Vanessa’s favorite sweatshirts to bundle up in on those cold Friday nights is an extra-large hoodie with the team mascot on the front and “DOLAN” printed across the back on top of the number eleven. The sweatshirt was originally Grayson’s but after she borrowed it more than a few times, it found a new permanent home in Vanessa’s closet next to a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that were also originally Grayson’s. She held her hands tightly inside of the pouch of that sweatshirt, feeling dumb for forgetting her gloves in the car and being too stubborn to leave the bleachers to go get them. On her bottom half, she wore a pair of fleece black leggings that were covered by two blankets wrapped around her. Underneath her boots, she wore her favorite part of fuzzy blue socks with white stripes to keep her toes warm. She was a cozy little bundle topped with a bright blue knitted hat with a pompom on top.

From her seat in the stands, just to side of the second overhead light on the left, she pulled her hands out of her sweatshirt pocket to cup them and cheer before quickly shoving them back into the pocket and knitting them together to save her skin from the cold air’s bite. Her eyes were locked on Grayson as the players exited the field and joined tight huddles with their respective teams.

The other team had come from out of state, with no fans in the bleachers to cheer them on. And that particular Friday night was not a homecoming game, or a playoff game, or even a particularly highly anticipated game. The bleachers were sparsely decorated with fans: a few stray students looking for something to do on a Friday night, parents in their own huddle of gossip and discussion, and the team’s girlfriends sprinkled throughout the seats. Vanessa was easily the loudest voice in the crowd.

She cheered loud enough to get the attention of the attention bitter linebacker on the opposing team: Tommy Marvolo. Tommy had always been bigger and dumber than the other kids his age: a perfect candidate for a college football career. Being an agile oaf with cleats, his sense of self-worth was being severely assaulted by the numbers displayed on the scoreboard. His team was losing: 14-37.

He snapped of his helmet and shoved it under his arm when he looked up at the sound of a sweet voice whooping from the stands. Tommy couldn’t deny that she was pretty: even bundled to the point where only her primary facial features were showing. Grayson ducked his head into his own huddle, listening intently to instructions from his coach while Ethan slapped his ass and the smell of grass and sweat filled the air inside of his helmet. As Grayson grunted in confirmation, Tommy looked up from the field to notice the number on the arm of Vanessa’s sweatshirt.

Tommy was barely smart enough to put the dots together when he saw the number eleven printed on the back of Grayson’s jersey.

With a few whistle blows and chants, the players made their way back onto the field. Grayson and Tommy crouched down. Grayson focused on pushing his feet into the ground, trying to spread his weight through his knees: making him more nimble to push off and run into the other team’s line after the ball was thrown. Grayson perked his head up when Vanessa called out from the stands. He smiled brightly in her direction: she swore she could see his face light up when he looked at her.

“She’s yours?” Tommy gruffed while the other players got into position.

Grayson cleared his throat, not immediately realizing that he was being spoken, “Uh- yeah,” he wasn’t totally comfortable with claiming Vanessa as ‘his’, as if she was an object, but he agreed in hopes of shutting Tommy up.

It didn’t work.

“Cute,” he sniffled and watched his quarterback start to bend over, “She’s a looker.”

Grayson gritted his teeth, feeling his mouthguard push against the edges of his cheeks, “Ha” he let out a cynical sound.

“Too bad you can’t handle her…”

Grayson reached his bottom jaw upward to clamp down on his upper lip, trying his hardest to focus on the game that was about to start around him.

“You’re too busy playing with big balls..”

Grayson felt a vein on the side of his temple throb against his face.

“She’ll look good under me thou-“

Grayson smashed into him as hard as he could, the same instant the referee blew the whistle to start the play. Before the ball had left the quarterback’s hand, Tommy was on the ground and watching pretty birds and stars circle around his head from where he looked up at Grayson.

The referee blew the whistle again, “EVELEN”

Grayson snapped his head in the direction of the referee just in time to hear him call out, “Chopping!” and throw a yellow flag near Tommy’s head on the ground.

Grayson sneered and walked away, not bothering to offer a Tommy a hand to stand up.

In a dark way, Grayson felt proud when he went back to the bench to learn he had knocked Tommy with enough force to take him off the field for the entire game. The sound of his pride drowned out the sound of his coach chewing him out for giving the team a ten-yard penalty.

Grayson’s team went on the further their lead and win the game 52-20.

He grinned when he left the locker room to find Vanessa waiting on the other side. He made quick work of picking her up, so her feet dangled above the ground and planting a big, sweet kiss on her lips while he cradled her before settling her back down. She giggled and smiled up at him, “You’re so silly.”

He smiled and shrugged, reaching down to hold her hand in his and noticing how the warmth of his hand immediately started penetrating the layer of cold on her skin, “It’s a good night.”

He squeezed her hand and started walking toward the car with her, throwing his duffel bag behind one of his shoulders. From the other side of the parking lot, Tommy trailed behind the rest of his team to get on their bus. Grayson matched Tommy’s flat look with a signature Dolan side eye.

“What happened to him?” Vanessa nodded in Tommy’s direction while getting in the passenger side of Grayson’s Jeep.

Grayson settled himself in the driver’s seat and threw his duffel bag into the back, “Him? Ah he just said something he shouldn’t have.”

Vanessa knitted her brow together, “What do you mean?” She nestled her tote bag with her blankets by her feet as Grayson turned on the heat in the car.

Grayson shrugged, “Don’t worry bout it- s’nothing” He pulled out of the parking lot and started down the street, towards his apartment.

Vanessa gave him a sideways glance, unconvinced by his response, “I’ve only ever seen you get three penalties,” she started, “and one of them was tonight.”

Grayson sighed, realizing that he was not going to be able to dodge her questions. He moved his hands against the wheel in a resigned gesture, “He was saying stuff, I got mad- that’s all really,” his voice sounded honest and surrendered.

“About what”? Vanessa leaned forward and rubbed her hands together in front of the heating vent.

Grayson smacked his lips together a few times and weighed his head from side to side, trying to find words. He piqued Vanessa’s interest while saying, “About you,” he admitted, “He was saying stuff about you and I –” he sighed again and shook his head, “It didn’t belong in the game.”

Vanessa felt herself taken aback by the idea. “Was he trying to like… psyche you out?”

Grayson sighed again, “Uhh…maybe,” he decided. “I don’t know but it didn’t belong in the game.”

“Don’t you guys talk smack all the time?”

“Yeah but it’s different,” Grayson persisted, using his blinker to turn through an intersection. He drove into the new lane before saying, “Smack talk is smack talk but you don’t belong being a part of that.” He quickly glanced in her direction before turning his eyes back on the road, noticing her pensive look as she dissected each of his words, “That out there, football, football’s a game. That’s all it is, a stupid game with a bunch of stupid guys crashing into each out. You? You’re more than a game. You’re above the game and I don’t ever want to hear another guy brining you into the game like that again. You’re worth more than that Ness.”

Vanessa responded by silently laying a delicate hand on top of Grayson’s on the gear shift.

((i hope you like it lynds  🥺))

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[userlando]

The Quarterback (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Requested by anon: “Hey sweetie,I absolutely love your writing! Could you please write an imagine in which Ethan is the quarterback of the football team of your school? And like your father is the coach of the team and he invites ethan over for dinner or something lol ikr it's weird ahahah , thank you! xx” Word Count: 2,177 Warnings: None. A/N: Listen... LISTEN. High school quarterback!ethan makes me so weak. I wanna hug you so tightly anon, for even requesting this. Ughhh. Also, THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!! x

You were from two completely different worlds. He was the star quarterback of the school’s football team and you were the shy, quiet girl who always hung around with your two friends. It was weird, really, how the two of you had crossed paths.

You had noticed him before, of course you had, how could you not? He was what everyone always talked about, especially on the weeks when there was a big game coming up. The girls were all fawning over him whenever he walked down the school hallways and squealed whenever he looked their way. You almost wanted to vomit at how cliché it all actually was.

But one day he had passed you when you’d been standing with your friends, looking directly at you and shooting you a beautiful smile that dimpled his cheeks. And that was when you knew that you were in trouble. Your friends had huffed, in disbelief and in jealousy before gushing over how he had actually noticed you. But you had looked away, telling them that you had to get to class and rushing off before they could spot the redness that was creeping up your neck and invading your cheeks.

The first time you had talked to him was at the library. You’d been cramming for a test, earbuds squeezed into your ears and pen inbetween your teeth when you had spotted him. He was walking down one of the aisles, forehead crinkled in concentration and long, nimble fingers running over the backs of the books. You couldn’t stop staring, he just looked too good and you almost allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to have him touch you in every inappropriate way. That’s why you startled when he looked to his right and locked eyes with you, your own widening in mortification as you realized that you had been caught salivating over him. You turned your attention to the notebooks in front of you, feeling panic rising in your throat as you saw him walk toward you from the corner of your eye. When he had approached your table, you looked up, trying not to panic as you pulled out your earbuds.

“Hi, uh... I’m trying to locate the US history book but I’m having trouble finding it.” He said, pointing with a thumb over his shoulder as if to get his point through.

You stared up at him, feeling stupid that you all of a sudden felt too nervous to respond. Speak, damn it, speak!

“I can help you.” You managed to get out, feeling proud that you could talk without so much as a stutter.

He gave you a soft smile, stepping to the side as you stood up to walk over to the shelf where he had been walking. You could almost feel his eyes on you as you looked around for the book, trying not to blush. It wasn’t that he was just absolutely gorgeous, you were just way too shy.

You found it easily on the upper shelf, but you knew judging by the distance that you had no chance of reaching for it. So you turned around, cheeks flushing to find him looking at you.

“It’s over there.” You said, pointing at it and he laughed, stepping forward to pluck it off the shelf.

“Oh, alright. Thank you...?” He trailed off, looking questioningly at you.

“Y/N.” You finished for him and he smiled.

So it had all started there. Everytime he saw you during that week, he’d say hi to you or give you a smile. You knew people were really confused whenever they saw you interacting and it made you feel smug in a way.

Then he had asked you on a date and you had accepted, sounding casual while you were freaking out on the inside. Your friends had been insanely jealous, but they were determined to come over to your place to help you choose an outfit and do your make-up, it was all just so hilarious to you.

But then came the day. Your father was the football team’s coach, and a highly respected one at that. Somehow he had been kept out of the rumors, one of them being his star quarterback dating his daughter. You had gotten home, announcing your arrival to your mother before climbing the stairs to shower and get some homework done. It was a Friday, but you liked to get ahead.

Your mom had told you that your dad was bringing home a guest and that you were supposed to dress nicely. So that’s what you did, wondering who this guest would be. Probably one of his friends. He had a habit of inviting them to dinner whenever he got the chance, and that was probably why your dad was such a respected man and coach.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was Ethan walking through the door behind your father. You felt your jaw drop, quickly closing your mouth when Ethan caught sight of you on the last staircase. He smirked at you, looking you up and down, and you blushed. You had been dating for seven months and he still made you blush like crazy. He took advantage of it though, making it his mission to get you to blush and stutter whenever he could, because he loved it so much.

Your mom greeted Ethan with a kiss on the cheek, gushing over how grown up he looked and you rolled your eyes with a small smile. Your mother held the same fond adoration for him as your dad did, he really was the golden child. Your dad kissed you on your cheek in greeting as he passed you, walking up the stairs to change into more comfortable, appropriate attire. You watched your mom disappear into the room silently, waiting for them both to vanish out of your sight before turning to your boyfriend. He had kicked off his shoes, standing in the middle of the hallway in a blue plaid shirt and black jeans, looking like fifty shades of sin.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You whispered, not wanting your parents to overhear.

He grinned, walking over to you and placing his hands on your waist. Even though you were standing on the last step of the staircase, he was at least a few inches taller than you, and it made things to your body that nothing ever had.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, squeezing your waist before leaning in to kiss you. You leaned back before he could touch your lips with his, eyes wide.

“What are you doing? They can come in here any second.” You whispered, glancing nervously up the stairs to see if your dad was watching. It was empty though.

Ethan rolled his eyes with a tiny smile before leaning in to kiss you. You immediately melted into his touch, almost leaning over him as you tried to deepen the kiss. It was hard to resist him, no matter how hard you tried. Shuffling from upstairs made you pull away and you stepped down the stair, wiping your mouth as you walked to the kitchen, feeling your cheeks flush.

Your mom was just carrying the pot of rice to the side when she caught sight of you, frowning. You stiffened, knowing that you had been caught and now your dad would probably know too. Oh no.

“Honey, are you okay? You look a little flushed.” She asked worriedly and you touched your cheek, feigning confusion.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m okay.” You waved her off, walking over to the drawers to get out the cutlery so you could set the table.

You sat beside Ethan, your parents taking the seats directly in front of you. Ethan was his usual charming self, complimenting your mom on the food and her “beautiful home”. You listened quietly as he and your dad talked about the upcoming game, smiling into the rim of the glass as you took a sip of your water.

“So, Y/N, how did that science test go?” Your dad asked, all pairs of eyes turning to you and you looked around nervously.

“It went well, I got a-ah...” You gasped as you felt a hand sneak up your thigh, dangerously close to the inside of your upper thigh. Your hand flew down discreetly to grip Ethan’s hand, your ears roaring as blood rushed up to your face.

“Are you okay?” Your dad asked, frowning in concern.

“Hah, yeah I’m fine. Just got something stuck in my throat..” You placed your free hand on your throat, coughing as if to make your point. “I got a C+ on my science te - test.”

Ethan wasn’t giving up though. He raked his fingers along the inside of your thigh and you squeezed your legs together, cursing yourself for wearing a summer dress.

“That’s my girl, I’m proud of you.” Your mom shot you a smile and you smiled back, albeit a little too tensely.

Your parents switched to another subject, talking about how the Johnson’s had changed their rosebushes and whatnot, and you tuned them out happily. With a subtle glance sideways, you found Ethan smirking at his plate of food, eating without a care in the world.

Thankfully, he didn’t do anything else for the remainder of the dinner, but he kept his hand on your thigh. After dinner, you made some excuse about how you needed to show Ethan your notes for your math’s class, giving him a look as you climbed the stairs in silence.

As soon as you both were inside your room, behind a closed door, you turned to slap his arm. Ethan laughed, dodging your swinging hand.

“Ow! What’s that for?” He asked, laughter in his voice and you glared at him.

“You know damn well what that was for!” You hissed, pointing at the door.

He giggled like a child, “Oh come on, baby. It was fun.”

He got quiet then as he turned his attention to your room, looking around in fascination. You were confused at first, wondering why he found so much interest in it but then you realized that he had never been in your room. You had always been at his house.

“So this is the bed, huh?” He asked jokingly, walking over to sit on the edge of it. You followed him with your eyes, feeling your cheeks grow hot at how perfect he looked, sitting on your bed with that look in his eye.

He raised his hand, beckoning you over with his finger and you walked over without a question. Or any care in the world of the possibility that your parents could walk in at any moment. He grabbed your hands in his, pulling you forward and you went flying with a squeal, landing on top of him as he laid back on the bed. You looked down at him, adjusting yourself so you were straddling him, trying to ignore how your lower parts aligned.

“Now, this is a position I can get used to.” He bit down on his lip, as if to bite back his teasing smile that was creeping up.

You giggled, nuzzling his neck to stop him from seeing you blush. Your breath hitched as his hands snuck down your back, stroking gently as he let them wander down to your thighs. You breathed out as he gripped them, trying not to move as he placed gentle kisses on your neck, to your naked shoulder. His hands went up, bringing the hem of the dress with him as he reached the edge of your panties. He hummed low in his throat as he touched the edge with his rough fingers, raking his nails on skin where your butt and thighs connected.

And you couldn’t help it, you started kissing your way up from his neck to his jaw, biting down on it gently and soothing it with your lips. A rush of heat settled in your stomach at the small moan he breathed out, feeling yourself get more excited as you reached his lips, locking them in a heated kiss. He responded with an eagerness he had never shown before, gripping the cheeks of your behind with a roughness that made you sigh against his lips. You could feel the straps of your dress drop from your shoulders, feeling the urge to get rid of it get stronger the longer he kissed you.

You jerked back, falling onto the side of the bed as a hard knock sounded through the door, echoing in the room. Ethan sat up, feeling disoriented as you both turned to stare at the closed door.

“When you kids are done with whatever funny business you’re doing, we’re gonna have a talk downstairs.” Your dad said from behind the door, and you would’ve been scared if it hadn’t been for the apparent amusement in his voice.

You groaned in embarrassment, falling back on the bed and Ethan laughed quietly.

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Flame - Part 12

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It was barely past 9 o’clock and you were completely off your ass drunk. Clay had taken you and his friends to the opening of a bourbon bar downtown. Being the quarterback of the college football team meant he got invited to nearly everything, so when he asked if he could bring a few friends, they immediately said yes. Your poor little body was so used to drinking the cheapest liquor on the market, it didn’t know what to do when you were sipping on a $80 bourbon on the rocks. Maybe four glasses in and you were nearly falling off your bar stool. 

Clay had gotten distracted by the beautiful bartender and honestly you were grateful. You had called him to be a distraction, but when he picked you up you realized you didn’t want a distraction - you wanted Grayson. So, the moment you got into the bar, you downed your drinks - knowing you’d be heading to meet Bridget and Kyle soon. 

-

“Yo, Dolan - you gotta see this.” Ethan’s conversation with a nameless girl ended abruptly as an older fraternity member named Justin tapped him on the shoulder. He had an amused glint in his eye letting Ethan know there surely was something funny going on. 

When he pushed his way through the crowded living room, the last thing he expected to see was you standing on the pool table downing a bottle of vodka you surely did not bring. Justin stood next to Ethan, completely unaware of who this girl was to him. He tapped the younger boy on the shoulder again, “How much you wanna bet we can get her to show her tits?”

“Bro.” Ethan snarled, smacking his friend in the chest aggressively. “Not cool, dude - she’s clearly out of it.” He glanced around the room in a panic, when his eyes connected to Bridget’s he felt a sense of relief was over him. Two steps towards her and she was tugging on his arm rapidly. 

“Ethan, get her down!” Bridget wailed, clearly very intoxicated herself. Ethan groaned internally, realizing she wouldn’t be much of a help. 

“She hates me, Bridget!” Ethan groaned, glancing up at you stumble on the table and giggle. Completely unaware of anyone around you. “She’s gonna fall.” 

“G-et  her!” Bridget hiccuped, punching Ethan in the shoulder again. 

Rolling his eyes, Ethan reached towards your legs on the pool table, eliciting a yelp from your mouth. As you realized who was pulling you off the table you flailed your arms, trying everything you could to get away from him. “Let - me - down!”

As he steadied you on your feet, he let out a breath through his nostrils. He couldn’t understand how you could be nearly blacked out and still look like that. Clearly a sweaty, drunk mess, but god he wished he had made you his when he had the chance. “Logan you need to go home.”

“Don’t tell me wh-at - to do!” The fire in your voice made the entire room go silent, Ethan was hyper aware of everyone listening, but you certainly weren’t. “Go fuck your self!”

“Shit.” Justin breathed, honestly getting a little turned on at how pissed off you were. He went to take a step towards you, but Ethan held up his hand to stop him. 

“Logan, please.” Hands held up in defense, Ethan begged you to be quiet. “Can we go outside?”

As badly as you wanted to say no, Bridget’s bright red face popped up behind Ethan - letting you know she was painfully embarrassed by you. A pang of guilt ran through you as you glanced around the room and saw literally every single person staring at you. Connecting your eyes back to Ethan’s, you nodded quickly, gripping his arm tightly as he pulled you outside. Never in a million years would you be clinging onto him like this, but it felt like your ankles were turning into jello and you were absolutely going to fall over without someone supporting you. 

“I’m getting you a ride.” Ethan huffed, wrapping an arm around your waist as you collapsed into him - all the alcohol you had just chugged hitting you extra hard. 

“No, no.” Pointing a finger his face. “Uber driver gonna kidnap me.”

Ethan shook his head at you as you rested your head on his upper arm, a small hum of an unknown song leaving your mouth. “Hey - yeah - uh… we’ve got a problem.” Ethan waited for his younger brother to respond, he was still trying to wake up as it was nearing midnight. “She’s falling over herself drunk - please? I cannot drive right now and I don’t feel comfortable putting her in an uber.”

-

“Eeeethan,” You pouted, stomping your feet. “I don’t wanna stand.”

“I’m literally holding you up.” He huffed, adjusting you further so most of your weight was on his side. 

Seeing him and Grayson’s shared car pull up slowly was probably the best thing he had seen all week. Sure, he’d give anything to have you - but not like this. Grayson didn’t get out of the car, knowing Ethan was very capable of getting you into the front seat. To his surprise, it took Ethan quite a lot of effort to get your flailing limbs secured into the seat. 

“I said - I don’t wanna!” You huffed, folding your arms as the older twin buckled you in. “He hates me, Efan!”

“Thanks, Gray.” He sighed, turning away to head back into the house. 

You watched him walk away before feeling the vehicle beneath you start to move. Whipping your head around to look at the side of Grayson’s face made your stomach churn and you weren’t sure if it was the liquor or him. 

He caught your eye out of the corner of his and let out a puff of air through his teeth. “Please don’t throw up.” 

“Not gonna.” You shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly. “Just cry.”

“Log-” Grayson could barely get a word out before you started wailing, full-on, newborn sounding, wailing. Even drunk you knew how embarrassing this was, which only made you cry more. “Hey… hey please.” His voice was just barely above a whisper as he pulled into the parking lot, not sure how to help you. 

“I love you.” You whimpered, shoving your face in your hands to surely smear your mascara all over your face. Making Grayson freeze in his movement - you had never said that to him before and hearing it while you were sobbing and drunk made him feel a million different ways. When he didn’t respond you felt like you were actually going to throw up so you shoved the door open and took off towards your dorm. 

Expectedly, you didn’t make it very far. As soon as you stepped up onto the sidewalk, your ankle gave out, your knees connected with the concrete and so did the side of your face. 

“Logan!” Grayson gasped, shutting the car door and jogging after you. The only thought going through his head was how much of a handful you were, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t love it. “Shit, you’re bleeding.”

“Ouch.” Rolling over onto your back on the cool pavement would usually have been the most shocking thing about this moment, but the large scrapes on your knees and the pavement burn on your forehead seemed to be taking the cake. “Fuck.”

“Baby…” Grayson’s facade of being hateful towards you faded for just a moment as he pulled you up into his arms. “It’s okay… it’s okay.” His lips pressed into your hair, legs carrying you all the way back to his room.

“She’s gonna be the death of me, E.” Grayson’s voice was barely a whisper, but you still heard him - the sunlight peeking through the windows had stirred you, but your eyes remained shut. “I can’t get enough - I know she hurt me and that she’s a lot to handle… but I can’t imagine wanting anything else.”

“She is quite a handful.” Ethan chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he glanced over at your sleeping body in Grayson’s bed. “I don’t know man… I think it’s just a shitty situation - I know she never would’ve slept with me if she’d known how you felt.” The older brother sighed as Grayson started fumbling around in his drawers for clean clothes. “She didn’t want to tell you and hurt you… but I don’t think she’d ever do something like that again. It’s pretty obvious how much she cares about you.” As much as Ethan hated the idea of not being able to have you, it was getting pretty hard pretending Grayson didn’t deserve you. 

“I know.” Letting out a puff of air as he slipped a hoodie over his head, Grayson nodded. 

A few minutes later, you heard Grayson say goodbye to Ethan who was going to grab breakfast with Crystal. Letting out a soft squeak and a yawn, you rolled over, immediately making eye contact with Grayson as he stood a few feet away from the bed.

“Good morning.” He smirked, gently setting an unopened water bottle down by your head. When you winced at the sound of his voice he rolled his eyes. “I can’t even imagine how hungover you are, so there’s advil on the night stand as well.”

“Very.” Your voice was hoarse and crackly as you reached for the small pills and chugged the water. “I’m so… so sorry about how I behaved last night.”

“You remember it?” Whipping his head around to look at you with wide eyes, Grayson was sure that you were blacked out.

“Bits and pieces.” After setting the nearly empty bottle down, you forced yourself to sit up. “I remember busting my face on the concrete… probably why I have this piece of napkin taped to my face.” You could feel the homemade bandage tugging at your hair where the tape had been misplaced - there were two more on your knees. 

“Yep. That one on your face is pretty bad… hopefully it doesn’t scar.” He teetered back and forth on his socked feet, feeling suddenly extremely awkward once again. “Do you remember sayi-”

Before he finished you interrupted him, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “Yes, I remember - and yes, I mean it.”

Grayson took in a quick breath of air at the realization that you weren’t just drunk talking. How on earth could someone like you love someone like him? Even after everything that had happened over the past few months, he couldn’t understand how he possibly got you of all people. “Seriously?”

The amazed look on his face made you giggle. He was so cute, so kind, and yet somehow seemed to come off as an awkward teenager and a man at the same time. Honestly, the first time you’d met him, you’d written him off as a nerdy boy with no potential. The longer you got to know him, you realized his intelligence and apathy towards outward appearances didn’t make him weird. Actually, you liked it. He was such a sharp contrast to everything about you that the two of you thrived off of eachother. You brought him out of his shell and he helped you reconsider decisions that could end badly for you. It was a perfect balance of danger and safety. 

“Yes, seriously - I would ask you to kiss me right now if my breath didn’t smell like whiskey and dead animals.” Rolling your eyes and shoving yourself out of bed, you managed to trap him in a hug. The strong expanse of his chest welcomed your head easily, arms wrapping around you tightly and a big smile creeping across his face. 

“Go back to your room and shower, yea?” Leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, he pulled away from you. “I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

-

Ten hours and two separate showers later, Grayson was knocking on your door with his backpack on his shoulders and damp hair resting on his forehead. As you opened the door, freshly clad in a pair of black leggings and a white sweatshirts, Grayson let out a breath of air. Seeing you with no anger in him felt good and different. It was almost like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. Your olive skin was brought out by the white of the fabric, straightened black hair trailed down your back easily. He almost didn’t notice the bright red rash on your forehead. 

“You packed a bag yet?” He raised an eyebrow at you, propping himself up in the doorway as you slipped on a pair of vans. Bridget had been MIA all day - probably cooped up at Kyle’s since his roommate had already gone home for winter break. 

“Sure did.” The black duffel you threw over your shoulder was relatively empty, the only thing in it was a pair of pajamas and a change of clothes. The toothbrush, face wash, and shampoo were the only thing adding weight. 

His hand easily slid into yours as the two of you walked down the hallway, the feeling of his soft hand in yours send chills down your spine. Grayson had taken the time to get the two of you a hotel room downtown - he wanted to spend a night with you alone and in a normal sized bed. He had booked a room at the nicest hotel, ordered room service to show up right as the two of you arrived, and couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

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tattoo / e.d. (soulmate!au)

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Everyone had one. You were born with it. It wasn't even like a tattoo, more like a birthmark. It goes away after you meet your true love, though. It isn't permanent like a tattoo or a birthmark. But the love you’ll have after you meet your one true love, that’s permanent. And I think that’s the whole point of it. The mark isn’t permanent, but your love is. No matter what stupid arguments you may get in, no matter what dumb little fights happen, your love is permanent. 

The small exclamation point that was marked on the inside of your right ring finger had been there since you were welcomed into the world. It was small, it took you a minute to find it once you got to the age where your parents could explain it to you. It was always a dream of yours ever since then to find your soulmate. You loved the look of the little mark, but you also wanted it to go away so badly. 

You were now 17, your last year of high school. You and your best friend were at the biggest football game of the season. Your school’s team had the biggest winning streak of the entire conference. It was almost as if nobody was worried you would lose. 

“Look at him! God, y/n. He’s attractive.” Your best friend said, pointing down at the field. You laughed at her and looked down, not sure which one she was pointing at. 

“Which one? Number 8 is pretty attractive, Julia.” You say, watching the brown-haired quarterback. You smiled and looked over at your friend who started to speak, “No, number 36.” 

You laughed and looked at the boy who had caught the ball and began running, soon throwing it to another member before he got tackled by the opposing team’s number 7. “Oh right, I forgot you were into blondes. Ask him over here at half-time.” You looked over at the scoreboard that showed the time left, 30 seconds were left on the board. Number 47 ran across the field and through to number 8, who had soon made the goal right before the time was up. 

It was now half-time, the boys running to the bench and throwing their helmets off, showing their ruffled up and sweaty hair. You looked at Julia and she gave you a “don’t you dare” look, which made you laugh and yell, “Yo! Blondie! 36! Hey! Yes you, yeah! My friend thinks your hot!” Your yelling earned you a hard slap from Julia who sat beside you. 

“I’ll give you my number!” The blonde boy yelled, running up to the bleachers where we were seated. Julia smiled and walked down to meet him at the bottom of the bleachers. He put his number into her phone before telling her he had to go talk to his teammates. She smiled and nodded before turning around and showing me her wrist before she could even get up the steps. She was ecstatic. She had a large flower tattoo on her wrist and it was now gone. 

“I told you! I’m a matchmaker!” You laughed and hugged her. The game was starting again and you took a sip of your gatorade while intensely watching the game. Football wasn’t your favorite sport if you were being honest, but it definitely was fun to watch and really pumped you up. You were very much in school spirit when you went to the games, even when it was the little games that didn’t really matter to anyone else. 

The game lasted for another 40 minutes before your team had gotten the last goal of the night, giving them yet another victory. Your team would now be going to state, which was a huge accomplishment. You along with everyone else on your side of the bleachers started cheering for your school, leaving the opponents fans with angry or sad faces. 

Julia hopped down the bleachers and ran over to the boy she had just met, who is supposedly named Lukas. Leaving you alone, you took another swig of your gatorade before walking over to Julia and Lukas who sat with the rest of the team while they got their bags together. They walked to the gym locker room and Julia waved goodbye to Lukas, who smiled at her and waved back. 

You and Julia walked to your car and you two drove back to your house, Julia decides to stay over. You two go up to your room and Julia is all over her phone, typing away to who you assume is Lukas. You laugh at her newly found obsession but continue to congratulate her on finding her one true love. She thanks you before finally looking up from her phone, “Apparently Ethan Dolan is throwing a party with his brother Grayson because they won the game. Wanna go? It’s tomorrow.” 

You grinned and nodded, excited for a party, “Wait, who’s Ethan Dolan?” 

“Number 8. Grayson is number 47.” She looks at you and smirks, remembering that you called him hot at the game earlier. You grinned and nodded, “Oh yes, I’d definitely tap that. Oh if he was mine I’d totally die. Not even joking.” 

“I gotta admit, he is attractive. I hope he’s the one for you too.” 

The party was supposedly going to be one to remember, which usually meant that something fucking epic was going to occur. You and Julia were getting ready for the night, you doing your makeup and Julia deciding on whether she should wear a black or white shirt. “Wear the black one, we’re going to a party not a church.” 

Julia groaned and threw the white shirt at you, yelling at you to shut up. You laughed and finished your eyes by putting on your fake lashes. 

Julia handed you the outfit she had chose for you. You normally let her choose your outfits because you were more of a makeup person and she was more of a clothes person. You put on the tight yellow turtleneck and put on the denim skirt that had lied neatly on your bed. 

You and Julia walked out to your car and drove to the party. Lukas met you guys there and said he’d introduce you to Ethan. “Julia! You weren’t supposed to tell anyone!” You snapped, tugging on her hair. “Ow! Hey! You did it first with Lukas! It’s just payback.” You looked at her quick as the light turned red and yelled, “Yeah, but you two are actually TOGETHER! How is that fair?” 

Julia sighed and looked back at Lukas, before Lukas piped up and said, “ Ethan told me he thought you were hot, so I mean it’s worth a shot. But don’t tell him I told you, he’ll kill me. Literally.” You laughed and pulled up to the driveway of the house where the party was being held. 

Lukas introduced you and Julia to a few of his friends, before him and Julia left you. You walked over to the drinks and poured yourself a cup of whatever it was they had been serving. A bottle of svedka sat next to the punch bowl, and you mixed yourself a drink. You took a huge gulp and gagged a bit as the burning alcohol went down your throat. Soon after you took another gulp and it went down smoother than the first time. You wandered around and went over to the living room where the speakers were blaring Japan by Famous Dex. You laughed and started dancing to the music with a few of the other people who were swaying their hips and grinding up against one another. 

The song switched to Neighbors Know My Name by Trey Songz, which left you to begin grinding against whoever was behind you. They gripped your hips and moving your bodies in sync with the music. Your head tilted back and rested on the boy who was dancing with you. You turn around and look at them, soon realizing it was Ethan. You smirked and continued to dance with him while you two began talking. 

“You’re a good dancer.” Ethan yelled over the music, pulling you closer to him. You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I try.” Ethan laughed and continued to hold onto your hips that swayed in tune with the music. He looked down and watched you as you turned your head and looked around. “Hey, just out of curiosity, but do you have an exclamation point on your body?” 

You were hoping he did, or at least he used to. You looked down at your finger and saw that your mark was gone, which only meant one thing. 

“It’s gone. I guess you’re the one?” Ethan grinned, pulling your body even close than before. 

“I guess.” You grinned, hugging him and laughing before pulling him off the dancefloor. The two of you went to go find Julia so you could tell her. 

Julia hugged you and told you she told you so, which made you groan and end up walking back over to Ethan who was sitting on the couch and talking to Lukas. 

“Lukas told me you said I was hot! I’m sorry I can’t keep a secret.” You blurted, making Ethan look from you and turn to stare angrily at Lukas.

“Dude! Weren’t you listening! He’s gonna murder me!” Lukas says before hopping off the couch and scurrying away. 

“Damn right!” Ethan yells before chasing Lukas around his house. 

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Patched Up Bonds

“ Can you do an ethan imagine where y’all are unofficial but everyone knows y’all are “taken” but yeah kinda angsty kinda fluffy please lol I love ur writing btw ! “

- Anonymous

Thank you for the request and your kind words! I love receiving requests because they’re all so different than what I tend to write typically. I changed what you might expect out of this idea, but I am more than ready to write something completely different than this. Hope you enjoy!

You smiled as you pulled into the driveway of your childhood home, unable to contain your excitement. First year of college was done and closed, and you were beyond thankful to be home for the Summer. The next four months of catching up with friends, getting together with your high school graduates, spending quality time with your family, and exploring parts of your hometown that had changed within the last year. 

“There she is!” you mother beamed running down the porch steps. 

“Here I am” you replied, wrapping your arms around her in a tight embrace.

“Let's get you inside” 

Follow her through the house, you seated yourself onto one of the bar stools, making conversation about what your family was up to since the last time you spoke to them. You listened intently as your mother spoke, stopping only to hand you a glass of water, and absently played with the petals of the flowers she always bought every week to brighten up the kitchen. 

“The Dolans are spending the Summer here too” she said suddenly out of the blue. You heart seemed to stop in your chest, your mouth dry despite the water you gulped down. 

“Really?” you asked, biting your lip. Your mother nodded, smiling at you softly. 

“They’ll be here by the end of this week. Said they needed a change from the hectic life of Los Angeles. And I don't blame them, it must be hard.” Nodding you began to tune her voice out, your thoughts wandering to how it had all changed a week before you left for college and he left for the glory of Los Angeles.

“Hun?” you shook your head, turning your attention back to your mother. 

“Have you and Ethan spoke?” And she regretted it instantly, noting the way your eyes welled up, the heavy lump you swallowed back in your throat, and without another word she wrapped her arms around you.

Summer after high school was coming to an end. Your bags were packed, most of your drawers empty, hangers hanging idle in your closet. There was a heavy feeling in your stomach, the worry of leaving for the next few months, miles and miles away. You wouldn't be home until Christmas.

“Can you believe we’re leaving?” you laughed softly at his question, leaning further into his chest.

“I don’t want to, but I’m going to have to” you sighed.

“Ethan?” he took note of the way your voice sounded the slightest bit scared, distant, despite the face you say between his legs, perched in the treehouse you spent watching the stars in one Friday nights.

Tonight was your last Friday.

“Were going to be okay right?” you turned yourself around, sitting on your knees before him, tears welling up in your eyes. You leaned into his hand, as he gently carressed your cheek.

“Of course we are babe” and with that he pulled you into his chest.

The next day you woke up in your old bed, body warm against the old sheets. White with pink peonies.

Your eyes danced across your room. The walls were still the same violet as you had last seen them during Christmas break. The posters and pictures were still racked to the wall before you, desk neatly lined with all your supplies from high school. Your rose, leaning against the frame, eyes drifting off to your bedside table, reaching for the bracelet you always wore once upon a time ago, right before things fell apart.

The boys had packed everything. Literally everything. None of their clothing was left behind, most of their belongings already shipped to their new home in Los Angeles. You waited patiently by the mailbox, eating for the tall boy with the messy black hair, dark brown eyes, and heart wrenching smile.

Today was the day. Today was the day they were leaving. And you weren’t sure if you’d even see him in person, feel him, taste his lips until Christmas break.

And then there he was, making his way towards you, a sad look in his eyes.

You took a deep breath, shaking your hands out. “This is it” you said, mentally telling yourself to not let your voice crack.

Don’t cry. You’re going to hurt him. Be strong. You need to be for him. You’re happy for him.

And then his arms were around you, flushing your body to his. “I’m going to miss you so much” his own voice was weak.

After some time you finally pulled back, leaning on your tip toes to peck his lips.

The kiss was soft. Gentle and passionate. Sad and sweet. Bittersweet. You both had to taste one another, devour what the feeling felt like, move on with no idea when these lips would meet again.

“I’m going to miss you too”

You lifted the bracelet, feeling the weight of it in your limp hand. Just this once, you thought, unclasping it, wrapping it around your wrist. You forgot how perfectly it fit, like things had once long ago.

“I have something for you” he pulled himself away, your heart sinking as he stepped back. He pulled something silver out of his pocket, something sparkly. 

“Your hand please” you raised your hand before him. Gingerly he wrapped the bracelet around your wrist, letting it fall cold against your skin. You smiled, tears threatening to spill.

“Ethan” Grayson called from a distant, a sad smile on his face.

And then his lips met yours again, lingering yet again. “I love you so much alright, so much we’re going to make this work” And then he was backing away. “I’ll talk to you soon alright?” You could barely get out a goodbye, stomach sinking, and so you nodded simply.   

As you watched the car drive away. drifting from your vision, you played with the bracelet around your wrist, clutching the silver “E” between your thumb and pointer finger.

Wiping away a stray tear, you pulled the bracelet off, letting it fall back onto your bedside table, as it once had months ago during Christmas break.

The week had seemed to rush by, greeting familiar faces, catching up over cups of coffee. You spent some time unpacking your suitcases, filling in the empty slots of your closet, trying not to think of how they’d be empty again in August.

And then the end of the week came. He was coming home. 

You couldn't sleep the night before his arrival, wondering if you’d be able to face one another. Tossing and turning uncontrollably, your felt lost. You missed him. You missed him so much, 

And frankly, even though he was a few houses down, like he’d always been since you were kids, you knew it would feel like he was miles and miles farther.

Phone calls, text messages, and face time calls. That was how you managed the first few months. But then came mid November, and you started to worry you were growing apart. You hadn't seen one another since the end of August, nor would your conflicting schedules allow you to visit one another.

Phone calls were cut short, not much said, and ending with what felt like false “I love you’s”. Text messages were always read with a tone of resent, annoyance. And every time you saw each other threw a screen the other looked empty. 

Until one night, as you sat outside your dorm room, not wanting your room mate to wake up, you let out the tears you held back. You couldn't be strong for him. Because you weren't sure anymore if he was there.

“I thought we were going to make this work” you said into the phone, voice cracking. 

You heard him sigh at the other end, could imagine him running a hand through his dark tendrils, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“We will.” and with that he cut the phone, the dead line ringing in your ears.

And that's when you no longer understood in what position you both were anymore. You didn't talk much, barely, eventually not speaking any longer. You decided to check up on one another through text messages, unable to speak.

You both yearned to be together, but couldn't wrap your heads around exactly how. And breaking up seemed like the healthy choice, but you both refused to believe it wasn't a choice at all.

Because you didn't throw away a love that was promised to remain strong.

So as December rolled around, and you packed your suitcase to go home fro the break, you imagined what you'd say to him. You imagined you'd run into his arms, kiss him hard, and never want to let go. 

It didn't quite happen that way.

“Maybe you should at least go say hello to the boys hun. You’ve been friends since you were children, and what you and Ethan had was special.” Your head shot up from your book, turning to face your mother as you sat on the porch swing.

“Have, mom. Have” and you turned back to your book, eyes boring into the pages.

“You won't know unless you try” her voice was soft, apologetic.

You knew she was right.

The sun was setting as you walked through the green grass, eyes stealing glances as you passed the Dolan household, afraid to see him outside or on his porch. But no one was out, and you sighed in relief as you passed by.

The treehouse was still there, in the big oak tree at the very end of the neighborhood. The treehouse you spent hours in playing, every day after school at 4:00PM when Ethan would come pounding at your front door, arms brushing as your walked to the ancient artifact.

You made your way up, carefully, afraid you might fall. When you were kids and teenagers, he always let you climb first, telling you he was right behind you, to catch you if you ever fell. 

Where was he now?

“You made it!” you smiled as you entered the house, warm engulfing your freezing body. You wrapped your arms around old high school friends, all who you hadn't seen for some time. 

Despite how great it felt to see everyone, you only had eyes searching for him.

“How’s your star quarterback?” someone teased as you pulled your coat off.

Not sure, you thought to yourself. “He’s well” you lied, inching away. 

You knew he’d be here. He had to be. 

You moved through the happy bodies dancing to old Christmas classic songs, smiling at the cheerleaders who you once associated with, most of them no longer with their football boyfriends. You were always the shy and quiet girlfriend from the team, the ordinary girl who wasn't a cheerleader. And like the others you always wondered how the star quarterback fell for his shy best friend.

You wondered where you went wrong as your fingers trailed over your old toys, eyes welling up at the corsage from senior prom that hung on the wall, fingers tracing the initials he’d carved in with a bobby pin from your hair that night.

You heard something, or better yet someone coming up, and you froze, turning around, leaning against the wall, breathing hitched.

Leaning against the wall, having lost your friend as she stepped into a game of spin the bottle, you watched the front door, carefully observing everyone walking in, even though you could spot him from afar in a heart beat.

And then suddenly time froze. The music seemed to stop. The loud voices were a mute. You thought your body was shaking, your mouth went dry, your heart pounded hard against your chest. 

His eyes caught yours, softening, smile fading, ignoring his old team mates as he froze. And then he was walking towards you, not breaking his eyes on you. 

And you couldn't. You told yourself stay, but you couldn't. So you turned, rushing up the flight of stairs you had no idea leading where, stopping as you closed yourself off at the end of the hallway, tears streaming down your face, tucking the bracelet he’d given you under your sleeve.

You didn't imagine him to have gotten taller than the last time you saw him. You didn't think he’d let his scruff grow out more than what he did now. He was broader, more muscular, but his eyes were just as beautiful, hair just as dark. 

You felt your knees go weak, letting the tears slip through, not bothering to tuck your bracelet under your sleeve, because it was no longer there. It hadn't been for some time.

You heard your name being called, his voice foreign.

Your name fell from his lips, soft and hurtful, voice foreign.

You didn't dare to look up as he leaned against the wall from you, dying to hold you close and kiss you, hear your voice, take away the pain he’d caused. He gingerly took a step, curing at himself mentally as you flinched. When his hands slowly cupped your tear stained cheeks, your heart fluttering at the familiar feeling of his calloused skin.

“I’m so sorry” he mumbled, pulling you close. And when you didn't fight, letting him pull you into his chest, wrapping your arms around him, he knew you sill had something. The need for one another was still there. 

“I didn't know you were here” you wanted to scream at him, cry at him, ask him why

“I needed to clear my head about something” your voice was soft, and he closed his eyes, taking a step closer to you, realizing how much he had truly missed you. 

“Ethan” you said, letting out a sob. “Why do we do this  every time?” his palms rested agsint the wall, surrounding you. He gulped, eyes pained, clenching his jaw. 

“I don't know, I don't know” he whispered sadly.

When the back of your head gently hit the wall, the music was drowned out, the only feeling of his lips against your mattered. You tugged at his shirt, pulling him flush. His hands rested against the wall, breaking contact with your lips only to mutter apologies and mumble the three words you were desperate to hear. 

After he drove you home that night, kissing you again, telling you that you both deserved a second chance, you spent most of your break together, catching up. Falling in love all over again, even though you already were. And it felt just like it had before. 

But the night you left for college again, you slipped the bracelet off your wrist, worried at the back of your head for another episode of what was to come when you departed from one another, another four months gone by without seeing each other. 

And it did, but the unbreakable bond compelled you to convince yourselves you were still together.

“We can't keep doing this.”

“I know” he replied, your heart sinking.

“Is it bad I want to though?” he asked, letting a tear of his own slip. 

And with that you fell into his chest, letting him hold you close, begging him to never let go.

Something changed that night. Something changed from then on. Because as you packed your bags at the end of Summer and he packed his, things would be different.

Because he’d been dangerously close to losing you, and you him. 

Because he drove you to the airport the night you left for college, kissing you hard, and watching you walk away, and when you turned back and smiled, bracelet hanging off your wrist, a smile on your face, he knew.

Your bond had been patched up. Losing you forever was his biggest fear. And he’d learned that the hard way.

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[ethxndolan]

Grayson Dolan Must Die (G.D.) Part 10

Summary: Grayson Dolan is known as the schools womanizer. His ability to make a girl fall in love with him, and drop her within a week is legendary. When a series of events peaks Grayson’s interest in Y/N, she is recruited by three of his exes to break his heart in a very public way and exact revenge for all the pain he has caused. However, nothing goes according to plan… and Y/N may be in way over her head navigating the whit and charm that is Grayson Dolan.

A/N: OMG THIS IS THE LAST PART thank u so so so so so much for reading it all i love u so much for it i hope u like the ending this def could have been like three parts but whatever THANK U AGAIN also writing this might be why im swerving into grays lane? but its fine im fine 

Word Count: 4,147

Warnings: probably typos but if you’ve read up to this part im sure ur super hip to that already 

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Everyone was piling into the bleachers for the homecoming pep rally. I nervously took a seat as close to the stairs as possible, just in case our plan didn’t work and I had to get the hell out of there. I was completely engulfed in anxiety as I waited for the pep rally to start, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do now. Either our plan worked, or it didn’t. I desperately wished that I could be with Gray right now, but as the captain of the football team, he had to be with the team on the field.

After everyone was settled, the principal finally stepped up to the microphone and started some speech about how wonderful our school was and how our football team was going to lead us to victory tonight. I didn’t hear a word of it.

My mind was all over the place, my eyes searching for every possible point of escape, should it be necessary, until Grayson stepped up to the microphone. He looked calm and collected, but I could tell by the way his fingers were twitching that he was anything but. I wondered if that had to do with speaking in front of our whole school or if he was nervous for the exact same reason I was. I wasn’t sure which option would make me feel better.

“Hey guys,” he said into the microphone, “You all better show up to the game tonight because we’re going to destroy the Herndon Falcons! I promise, as your captain, your quarterback, your favorite Dolan twin, and winner of dreamiest senior, that I will lead us to victory!” I couldn’t help but laugh a little at how ridiculous he was. “GO, BRONCOS!” he yelled. Everyone in the stands repeated his chant.

Next up to the microphone was Sabrina, the captain of the cheerleading team. Everyone seemed confused as to why she was up there, normally the cheerleaders never said anything at pep rally’s… they just cheered. Nerves and anxiety raced through my body because I knew what this meant.

I had trusted Grayson with so much, and I so wanted to believe everything he said to me, but there was a small, okay big, part of me that doubted him. There was just so much that could go wrong and he had been so vague about what he was going to do.

“Broncos!” Sabrina yelled, “A few girls and I have put together a special video to get us all hyped up for the game!” She nodded at Rachel who was standing off the side. My heart stopped beating as I watched Rachel press play on her laptop, which was hooked up to a projector. I held my breath as I waited for it to start. My body was tense and ready to bolt at any second.

As soon as I heard the moaning and heaving breathing, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Grayson had done it. He had switched the video on Rachel’s phone and convinced her that showing it at the pep rally was the best way to get back at me. Except the video wasn’t of me, it was some old cheesy porn from the 70’s.

My eyes searched out Grayson’s on the field, and when I finally found him, his huge grin was mirroring my own. He caught my eye and winked at me.

Chaos ensued right after the video had started. Rachel, Sabrina and Megan were all yelling at each other in complete shock. The Principal was sprinting towards them screaming at the top of his lungs for them to turn if off. The entire student body was cracking up when in the video a pizza delivery guy knocked on the door and asked to join the couple vigorously having sex on a coffee table.

Rachel's eyes zeroed in on me. “What the hell did you do?” she yelled, storming over to me. She was so angry her face was turning redder by the second.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “I didn’t do a single thing.”

“You fucking bitch,” she said pointing at me, “If you think this is the only way I can ruin your life, you’re dead wrong.”

I stood up from my seat and walked down the steps to face her. “Rachel, all your plotting and scheming in the world isn’t going to help you get Grayson. I know you went to him and told him all about the GDMD plan, do you know how pathetic it is that you had to orchestrate this crazy plan just to get a guys attention? Even with your psychopathic tendencies, I’m sure there’s some guy out there who can put up with you. But as for Gray? He’s mine.” Claiming Gray as mine was definitely not true, but she didn’t need to know that.

Her face twisted in rage as she let out an ear splitting shriek. She opened her mouth and was just about to say something as school security approached us. “Miss?” they said to Rachel, “You need to come with us.”

She shot me one final death glare before following after them.

Someone was finally able to pull the plug and the big screen went black, ending the wild 70’s porn. The students groaned in disappointment. Sabrina, Megan and Rachel were being escorted off of the field by school security, no doubt on their way to face punishment.

The Principal walked up to the microphone, looking extremely flustered and unsure what to do. “Well, uh…” he started, “That was… Well, I don’t really know what that was, but everyone involved will be expelled immediately. Um, GO BRONCOS… and go home.” Everyone started to stand up in the bleachers, “But come back for the game!” he quickly added, but it was mostly lost over the loud chattering over the students leaving.

I walked out to the field desperately trying to find Grayson. The principals threat about everyone involved being expelled made me nervous, I wasn’t sure exactly how involved he was. He didn’t tell me much about his part of the plan, just assured me that ‘he had it covered’.

I finally found him and his face broke out into a huge grin when he saw me. But, finding him was the easy part, getting to him was another task entirely as it seemed everyone wanted to wish him luck. I stood off to the side and waited as person after person approached him. The more time passed the more unsure I became. Did he want me to wait for him? Was whatever weird friendship we had formed done now because everything was over? I really didn’t want it to be.

A few minutes later he finally managed to get away and my favorite crooked smile was on his face made all my fears disappear, . “Hey,” I said.

“Hey? That’s it? We did it!” He exclaimed. He grabbed me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. “I was so fucking nervous, I can’t believe that worked.”

As much as I was enjoying having his strong arms wrapped around me, I took a step back, a little worried the hug had lasted too long. “You’re not going to get in trouble or anything are you?” I asked.

He dramatically gasped and looked offend, “Y/N, of course I’m not. You’re lack of faith in me is truly disappointing, we’re really going to have to work on that,” he said. “But, seriously, every conversation I had with Rachel was in person, and I know for a fact there was a group chat between her, Sabrina, and Megan detailing their exact plans to post the video. I also made sure Rachel thought the whole pep rally thing was her idea. So, if something does come up they have no proof, and I’m confident I can talk my way out of any situation.”

I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. “You’re a regular criminal,” I teased.

“Are you coming to the game tonight?” He asked. I wasn’t sure if it was the lighting or what, but his eyes looked hopeful. I opened my mouth to reply that I wasn’t, but he cut me off already knowing what I was going to say. “Come on, partner. You have to come. How can I win if your not there cheering me on?”

“ ‘I’, isn’t it a team sport?” I asked.

“I mean, sure, I guess you could look at it that way,” he said, “But I play a very important role, a crucial role, one could say. The only role that matters, one could also say. So you see, the victory and pride of our entire school rests on your shoulders. Are you going to come or not?”

—

Naturally, Grayson led our team to victory. Throughout the whole game I was plagued with anxiety because I didn’t know what to do. As I was talking to Grayson after the pep rally, and he was staring at me waiting for my response about coming to the game or not, I realized I was in love with him. It hit me so hard and so fast I could barely breathe.

I was in love with his stupid crooked smile, I was in love with his laugh, his giggle, his wheeze when he was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, I was in love with his dumb cocky jokes, the way his hair was always falling into his eyes but he refused to cut it. Most of all, I was in love with the way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the world, like this was the only moment that mattered. I was in love with Grayson Dolan and I didn’t know what to do about it.

I had no idea if he felt the same. I mean, it kind of seemed like it? Sometimes? He was definitely flirty with me, but wasn’t he flirty with everyone? Wasn’t that part of his personality?
 During the whole game I was so conflicted on what to do that I barely paid attention to what was happening. My mind was racing as I kept imagining telling him how I felt and him rejecting me. I thought about how much had already happened today, and how I stood up to the GDMD girls and how good that felt, and I knew that I had to do it, had to take the risk- no matter the outcome.

So that was how I found myself standing on the sidelines waiting for Grayson after the game. I knew I had to do it now or I would lose my nerve and never be able to do it. I kept telling myself that his answer didn’t matter, that if he didn’t feel the same way it would be fine, because at least I tried. But that was such a lie.

I watched as he pulled his helmet off, revealing his sweaty hair, that somehow made him look even more attractive. My heart caught in my throat as he looked over at me and smiled. He took a step in my direction before he was swarmed by a mass of people wanting to congratulate him. I stood off to the side and watched girl after girl give him a hug, a kiss on the cheek, squeeze his muscular bicep, and I watched the same smile he always gave me on his face as he looked at them.

God, I was an idiot. Of course he didn’t like me back. I quickly turned and took off to my car as fast as I could without attracting too much attention to myself. There was no way Grayson looked at me as more than his lab partner. And even if in some remote universe he slightly liked me just a little, he clearly wasn’t into relationships as evidence by his track record with girls. That was the entire reason I got pulled into the Grayson Dolan Must Die plan after all.

I sat in my car for a moment and thought. I could tell I was on the verge of a total breakdown, so I could either go home and cry, or go to the giant field party and get drunk.

I decided getting drunk was way more fun.

—

By the time I made it to the field the party was in full swing. In typical field party fashion, there was a bon fire in the center and cars spread out everywhere with their headlights on to brighten up the dark night. Although it seemed like most people were avoiding the lights and taking advantage of the privacy of the shadows.

As I walked around, my phone started buzzing in my pocket for the third time that night. I knew without checking that it was Gray, he had been the other two calls. I ignored them, not wanting to have to face him tonight. He would probably just forget about me as soon as some other girl walked by anyway. I knew talking to him would only making getting over him worse, and I needed to move on form him. And his stupid chocolate brown floppy hair that I loved.

I made my way over to the keg and started to fill up my cup with whatever cheap beer they had. As I was concentrating on not letting it get too foamy, Connor walked up. “Hey, baby,” he said.

“Go away, Connor,” I replied dryly, not even bothering to look up at him. Just being near him made me feel uneasy.

I finished filling my cup up and started to walk away. Clearly Connor had a different idea, because he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. “Y/N, I know you miss me. Can’t we put the past behind us and let our bodies have the release they so desperately crave?” His words felt like a thousand bugs were crawling all over my skin.

I started at him dumbfounded, “Ew, Connor, what the fuck? That’s so gross. I actually think I just broke out into hives.” I started to check my arms for dramatic effect. I looked back up at him in disgust. “I genuinely have no idea what I ever saw in you.”

He leaned in close to my face, I could smell the cheap beer on his breath and it made me nauseous. “I was just the first guy to ever tell you you’re pretty. Your pants came flying off after that, easiest lay I’ve ever had.” Arrogance was clear across his greasy face.

I was just about to go off on him, when Grayson beat me to it. “Shut the fuck up, you prick. Leave her alone, you should feel special she even let you look at her.” He walked up and stood right behind me, his chest pressed against my shoulder. He was freshly showered and wearing his football jersey, the scent of his body wash enveloped me and immediately relaxed me.

Connor shook his head. “Oh, Dolan. You should really stay out of things that aren’t your business. Especially considering your reputation with the ladies.” Connor’s eyes shot to me, “This is the guy you want, Y/N? This douchebag? Oh man, I knew you were a slut, but I didn’t think you were dumb enough to fall for his antics, he’ll play you worse than I ever did.”

Gray stepped around me and grabbed Connor by the collar of his shirt. Grayson towered over Connor by a few inches, the hard work Gray put in at the gym was clear against all the drinking and partying Connor did. “I thought I told you to shut the fuck up,” Gray said.

“Hey man, I mean if you want my sloppy seconds, she’s -“ Connor was cut off when Gray’s fist brutally connected with his jaw.

“That was for calling her a slut,” Gray said before hitting Connor a second time, “That was for calling her sloppy seconds.” Gray hit him a third time, and the sound of bone cracking was audible as Connor fell to the ground. “And that was for that fucking pervy little video, you twisted fuck.” Gray’s voice was so deep and guttural as he spoke.

At this point we had definitely caught everyone’s attention as Grayson was standing over Connor, who was groaning loudly in pain. It was clear the dispute was about me as everyone’s eyes were staring at me, which made me extremely uncomfortable.

I turned and walked away, wanting to get as far away from this situation as possible. I chugged my beer as I walked and then tossed the cup somewhere on the ground. I started heading towards the line of trees in front of me so that I could be alone.

“Y/N!” I heard someone call from behind me. My body instantly tensed up as I recognized Gray’s voice. I ignored him hoping he would take the hint and go away, but he didn’t. He ran up next to me panting a little, “Y/N, what the hell? Why are you ignoring me? I couldn’t find you after the game, and then you ignore my calls, and now you’re literally ignoring what I’m saying right now.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop. “What’s going on?” His eyes were pleading with me to explain, but I couldn’t tell him the truth.

“It’s not a whole thing like you’re making it out to be, I just want to be alone right now,” I said. I was looking anywhere but at him, knowing that it would be too painful to look him in the eyes.

“Why don’t I believe you?” he asked.

I shrugged and started to walk away again, “I don’t know, maybe because you’re conceited?” I instantly regretted it after I said it. I knew how upset Gray was with the way people viewed him, and it hurt me to think he would assume I was just like them.  

He moved lightning quick and stood right in front of me so that I ran right into his chest. I tried to take a step back to put some space between us, but he only stepped towards me again. “Do you really think that?” he asked, hurt clear in his voice. “I know you always joke around about stuff like that, but that always seemed like a joke, and I… this doesn’t seem like a joke.”

I sighed. “No, I don’t think that, I shouldn’t have said that,” I muttered, “I’m sorry. Now if you’ll excuse me,” I tried to step around him, but again he stood in my way. “Seriously, Grayson.” My voice was a lot stronger as I was growing annoyed with him. Why couldn’t he just let this go? Why did he have to be so stubborn?

“Seriously, Y/N, tell me what’s going on. I get if you’re upset about what Connor said, but I don’t get why you blew me off after the game.” His tone hinted at his anger, and his eyes were piecing into me as he silently demanded an answer.

“I didn’t blow you off, you were busy,” I shot back, bitterness clear in my tone. I hated how dramatic and petty I was being, but all I wanted was to be alone and he was clearly not giving up.

“I was trying to get to you, I thought you were waiting, and then I looked all over the place for you, but I couldn’t find you. Can you please just tell me the truth?” he begged, his voice and eyes growing softer. I knew I couldn’t lie to him, he would see right through it, but the truth wasn’t an option.

“It’s nothing, okay? It’s stupid, I’m stupid.” I was growing antsy, desperately wanting to get away from him. This conversation was far too painful and I was far too sober.

He firmly grabbed me by the chin and made me look at him. His eyes were intense as he said, “You’re not stupid. You’re anything but stupid, you’re the smartest person I know.” His voice was so confident that I almost believed him.

“Yeah, maybe at school stuff, but not at this…” my voice trailed off.

He dropped his hand from my chin and I instantly missed the contact of his skin on mine. “At what?” he asked, his face scrunched up in confusion, one eyebrow raised slightly higher than the other highlighting the scar between them.

I motioned between us. “This.” His eyebrow raised even higher in silent question. “This, relationships, people… and I’m not talking about Connor,” I elaborated, hoping he would understand without me having to admit it.

“Yeah, I still really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I cursed under my breath, why couldn’t he just let this go? I couldn’t look him in the eyes and I said, “I’m stupid because I thought there was something between us, but it’s irrelevant because I’m aware there’s not so we really don’t have to talk about. If you still need help in chemistry I’m more than happy to keep tutoring you, but that’s it. Just tutoring.” The words came tumbling out of my mouth like I had lost all control.

“Do you want to go to the homecoming dance with me tomorrow?” he asked. My eyes shot up to his in surprise.

“What?” I asked, completely dumbfounded. My mind was blank as I stared at his sparking eyes, unable to come up with a logical reason for his question.

“I meant to ask you sooner, I just didn’t want to do it while you were nervous about the whole video thing. And I tried to do it after the pep rally, but so many people were around, and then I tried to do it after the game, but you took off… So, will you go to the dance with me?” His eyes were searching my face looking for an answer that I didn’t have. I could have sworn he looked a little nervous.

“I feel like I’m missing something here,” I said.

“You’re not missing anything, you’re not stupid,” he said. He took a deep breath before continuing, “Y/N, i’ve liked you since school started. You’ve interested me since freshmen year, but I can’t say I liked you then because I didn’t really know you. But I would always see you in the library, or reading at lunch, and I thought you were absolutely breathtaking and all I wanted was to get to know you. So when I found out we had chem together, I talked Mrs.Tyler into making us lab partners. I kept asking to copy your homework because it was the only way to make you talk, everything else I said you would pretty much ignore, but asking to copy your homework always got you fired up.” I stared at him in complete disbelief, and when I was just about to protest he cut me off, “I know Rachel and all them made you change and dress different and stuff, and at first I liked it because suddenly you seemed to be interested in me, but it doesn’t matter what you wear or how you do your hair, because I like you, Y/N. I more than like you, but i’m really not trying to freak you out right now and you’re wide eyes are really starting to freak me out right now because I’ve never given one of these speeches before and so I’m kind of nervous, I’m not really sure what happens now.” The honesty in his voice and the vulnerability in his eyes as he watched me intently, made me believe him.

“I’m in love with you,” I blurted out super quickly. He probably couldn’t even understand what I was saying it came out so fast and jumbled. I didn’t even know what I was saying.

“What?” he looked as shocked and surprise as I felt.  

I didn’t hesitate for a second as I clarified. “I’m in love with you,” I said slower, making sure each word was clear.

A huge smile spread across his face, his eyes lit up in the moon light. “I love you, too,” he said. He stepped forward and closed the gap between us, placing his lips lightly on mine. I wound my hands into his jersey and pulled him even closer and intensified the kiss. It was everything I ever wanted, my toes were tingling, I swear the forest animals were singing, and I about died when Gray’s hand slid up under my shirt to rest on the bare skin of my back.

I whimpered a little when Gray pulled back a hair. He laughed and quickly kissed me one more time. “So, will you go to homecoming with me?”

I stared longingly into his eyes as I replied, “Yes.”

THE END

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[themdolanboys]

Pining- Ethan Dolan.

Summary: Having a crush on the most popular boy in your high school is not fun. Word Count: 1,696 Warnings: None really, just a lot of pining and I guess a bit of angst.  A/N: Hi everyone, this is my very first attempt at this so I’m still learning! Please feel free to send me constructive criticism or requests!

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I watched him from afar, standing at his locker, faded strand of blue hair falling into his eyes as he pulled his twin brother into a head lock, laughing and ruffling his hair playfully, muscles bulging through his thin cotton shirt and a smile so bright it almost makes my heart stop beating.

 I was helplessly pining, yet I had only spoken to him once, an all too fast encounter that was over before I had even begun to process what was happening. I've never tried speaking to him since that day; it would only end in humiliation, he probably can't even remember me, knew nothing about me, yet I knew everything about him. 

Everyone who went to this high school did though. Ethan Dolan: star quarterback, attractive beyond words, very popular, just above average smart and a genuine sweetheart. He had the whole student body wrapped around his big, calloused finger. 

 And me? I'm just Y/N, a plain, ordinary girl who blends into a sea of hundreds of other ordinary girls. I spend all of my free time holed up the school library, a small room tucked away at the back of the building. I'm sure most students had never even stepped inside of the library (unless you count the odd couple who snuck to the back to make out) which is why it was so ideal for me. 

The library is also where I had my only friend, Maurice the librarian. Well 'friend' is term used loosely, and what I really mean is a kind lady in her late 50's who often takes pity on me sitting alone and lets me eat my lunch with her, my chair planted on the side of her front desk whilst I munch on my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and flick through work of the likes of Shakespeare and Fitzgerald. Just a nobody, really.

 Grayson frees himself from Ethan's vice grip and jumps on his back in an attempt to get Ethan to tumble to the ground. Ethan just takes the added weight with ease though, and effortlessly dismantles his brother off of his back in one swift movement. They laugh together as several members of the football team join them.

 I sigh as I watch his smile widen when he high fives and hugs them all, and I wonder what it would be like to hug him, to feel his touch. I've always imagined how nice it would feel to have his big hands slotted around my small waist, engulfing me as I slot my head into the crook of his neck, taking in his scent and never wanting to let go. This is a fantasy that I run through my head over and over, almost as if I want to to torture myself with it. Maybe it's my subconscious punishing me for wanting this unattainable boy so much. 

 The first time I really noticed Ethan was in history class of freshman year. A boy had rushed into the room about 10 minutes late in a big fluster, mumbling a quiet apology to the teacher, who just huffed impatiently at him as he almost tripped over himself in his haste to get to his seat. As expected, the whole class laughed at him and his face went a burning shade of red. It seemed the boys -who I had later found out was called Jared- bad day was far from over as his pulled out his notebook. 

As Jared began fumbling in his bag for his pencil case, the notebook for some reason slid right off of his desk and made a loud slap as it hit the floor. His face, much to my surprise, turned a deeper shade of red as he once again found himself the laughing stock of the class. He swiftly bent down and picked it up, only to discover that he had left his pencil case at home or he had lost it or whatever the hell happened to it. We were only two weeks into freshman year at this point so Jared was about ready to cry, and I could only try not to look at him as I was too shy to say anything even though I had a spare pen to offer.

 I didn't even have to in the end though, because Ethan, bless his sweet soul, who was sat behind him, politely tapped him on the shoulder, spare pen in hand. He gave him the pen with a warm smile and a thumbs up. I remember looking at him in awe, firstly because literary nobody else had tried to help Jared, but also because at this age I never knew boys could actually be kind and mature. 

 So naturally, I began to notice Ethan. It was a pleasant surprise to discover that his kindness towards Jared was not a one off and he was friendly towards everybody. There are multiple people who said they have saw him helping out teachers by carrying their books to their cars for them, or once helping a girl who had lost her necklace search for it and even one time he had offered to tutor a boy who really really needed it, not even for extra credit, but because he genuinely wanted to help him.

 I began to study him closely, to the point where he began to consume my thoughts. It was hard not to think about him when I noticed that he always gets away with having an ear phone in his right ear during class and his head sways from side to side when he's really lost in the beat, sometimes using pencils to mimic drumming. It's hard not to think about him when you notice that when he's concentrating he pinches his full, pink bottom lip with his index finger and tugs on it. Lips that I have imagined kissing me, my lips, my forehead, my neck, down the rest of my body and- 

It's hard not to notice that when he's really happy his eyes shine and twinkle and it's enough to make whoever he looks at smile too. It's hard not to notice him when he would fiercely protect his friends and family and never let anyone get away with saying anything remotely bad about anyone. The thing that consumes my thoughts the most however, is the time I actually interacted with Ethan. 

It was last year, junior year, and I was late to class. Lunch had just finished and I was so engrossed in my book that I had hardly even heard the bell. Maurice had been the one to inform me that I was going to be late if I didn't hurry. I almost swore when I saw the clock and ran to my locker as quickly as my petite legs would carry me. I had a test that day, so being late wasn't an option. 

Grabbing everything I needed, I slammed my locker shut and began running to class. When I turned a sharp corner however, I completely collided into someone tall and was send flying to the ground, everything I had been carrying was scattered all the way across the hall. I had smacked my head, hard. 

From the minute I hit the floor, pain shot through my head and I clutched it tightly, whimpering and on the verge of tears.  "Oh god, are you okay?" My pain was momentarily forgotten when I heard the familiar deep voice that belonged to Ethan Dolan. In my haste to reply I nodded my head vigorously, but alas, not even the wonderful Ethan Dolan could stop my head from hurting altogether. I began to feel nauseous so I clutched my head tighter and whimpered again. 

Before I even knew what was happening, Ethan had collected all of my books off of the floor and pulled me up, slinging my bag on his shoulder and putting his arm around me, dragging me in the direction of the nurses office.  "But I- I have a test," I protested weakly, trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other without embarrassing myself any further in front of this God-like beauty.  "I don't think you should be too worried about that right now," he shot me an amused look, which under any other circumstances would have made me swoon. I was too busy trying not to vomit on his shoes to answer. It's really all quite blurry after that point because I was quite out of it, the impact of the blow had given me a concussion and my focus kept on zoning in and out, but apparently he lifted me onto the nurses bed (with his bare heads, oh how I wish I remember) and held my hand whilst I was checked out until my mom arrived to take me to get properly checked out. 

My want for Ethan only got stronger after that.  I watch on as his sweet beautiful girlfriend walks up to him by his locker and pecks him on the cheek. Even from my distance, I see his eyes and smile soften as he looks at her in a way I would kill for him to look at me.

 He pulls her in close to his body and kisses her on the lips, both of them ducking away shyly from the catcalls and whistles of his friends. He then takes her hand in his and they walk down the hall, hand in hand as he walks her to her class, hands swinging between them.

 I will always be invisible to him and I know that I will never have him, but for some reason it makes me want him more. So I continue to watch him look at her as if she is the only thing in the world that matters, even as my heart once again shatters into a million tiny pieces.

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES (Quarterback AU) - Series Masterlist

Summary: The infamous line between love and hate is always thin and no matter how hard they try to ignore it, these frENEMIES soon see their hate was always founded in love.

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, alcohol, sexual innuendos, smut

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part ten

Part eleven

Part twelve

Part thirteen

FINALE

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt. 3 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Locked in the supply closet together, the pair actually manages to resolve some of their issues but new ones arise when they realize the other side of hate is love and while one is willing to accept to cross the fine line, the other one will run scared.

Warnings: angst, swearing, panic attack, sexual innuendos and talk of sex

Part 1   Part 2

"Just stay with me tonight. Okay?" Grayson takes her hand, gingerly pulling her closer and while he wishes he could ignore the turmoil in her eyes, the hesitation in every inch of distance she closed between them, he can't help but wonder if she'll ever stop hating him.

After the past 24 hours they had, he hoped she would find a way. He just wants a chance, a fighting chance to show her he isn't the idiot, dumb jock she sees him as. He can't exactly deny the playboy accusation, but the rest of it wasn't very fair to him. At least he saw it like that.

"I feel like this is a slippery slope. I stay tonight and we...what? Have sex? Maybe just cuddle? Or talk? Next thing I know, you'll catch feelings and I don't really see how that would be good for either of us." Biting her lower lip, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, not in a violent or sexual way, just as a way to ground herself, to find a footing in the insanity of her actually considering willingly being around the man she hated for years. And her hate wasn't unfounded.

"Don't worry, my sneaky little princess. That's not going to happen. At least not to me, but I can't promise anything on your behalf. I'm quite the charmer, ya know?" Chuckling as she pushed him back with all her might, Grayson lands on the bed with a throaty laugh she found quite pleasant. However, when Grayson told her nothing of the sort would happen, he forgot to mention it's because it's too late, at least for him it is - he already caught feelings.

How this came to be, you may ask? Last time we left these two, love was the last thing on their mind...at least for Y/N.

Well, it all started with a push from a very bald Ethan who decided to lock the frENEMIES in a room.

"Seriously?!" Y/N pounded on the door as she realized she's stuck and the only reason why that happened is because she wanted to make amends with Ethan and Amina. That's what happens when you're trying to be nice.

Ever had a big fight with your best friend and actually have them be right but you just won't admit it? Y/N sure as hell found herself in a lot of trouble with her best friend when Ethan got caught in the crossfire and while she apologized to Ethan, profusely, Amina was just done with her. It hurt when she chose to side against her even before the incident that left her boyfriend without hair. Isn't your best friend supposed to have your back?

Ethan forgave her, or so she thought before he gave her and Grayson a push before locking them up in the supply room on campus and while Y/N pounded on the door, she realized she was doing that all on her own. She figured the ostentatious, loud quarterback would be breaking the door down by now and yet she found no resistance on his behalf...just silence.

Frowning, she turned to the unusually quiet Grayson only to find him in the corner of the room, eyes wide open, heaving.

"Dude, you good?" She really didn't want to come closer and check but when he shook his head no, she felt her heart start pounding. The last thing she needed is him having an asthma attack now, because he might think she didn’t notice, but she saw him hiding the inhaler in his bag after taking a few puffs and while she didn’t understand why he’s ashamed of that, she didn’t say anything. Just as he’s hiding his dyslexia, something she didn’t know about until the dinner they were forced to have and he stared at the menu as if it was in a foreign language before asking his brother in their ridiculous twin language what to order. 

"Why? What's happening right now?" Carefully, she approached him because he seemed freaked out as it is and she had no idea how he might react to her in this moment.

"Not a fan...of closed spaces." Managing to explain through a few quick breaths, he had closed his arms around his folded knees and for the first time in forever, she saw Grayson fucking Dolan isn't invincible. She’s become all too aware of that.

"Oh." She let nothing else pass her lips as she sat right before him, chewing her bottom lip with her eyebrows furrowed and her nose crinkled as she pondered what she could do to help him. If a man as big as him freaks out in such a small room, she might not be quite safe. Would he ever hurt her?

"Why is football so important to you?" And that's when she spoke up, this time with a question she hoped would help keep his mind occupied, derailing the possible panic attack he seems to be facing. She knew all about panic attacks for they've tormented her since she was eighteen. She knew he feels vulnerable and terrified and she wanted to give him a chance to talk about what he loves, is confident in and is also passionately involved in. It’s not something she talks about, just as he doesn’t talk about his asthma and dyslexia. 

"Huh?" Grayson looks at her, his lips quivering, his chest hurting and his heart hammering against his cheat and he couldn't believe he was breaking in front of the girl that hates him more than anyone ever has and he could already see her using this against him.

"Tell me. I want to understand." But there is no malice in her voice and the way she looks at him is...merciful. She's never been this nice to him and for a moment, he can't help but wonder why. Why would she care?

"Please." The softness in her tone is enough to make him trust her. Maybe it's because he wanted to trust her with all his heart regardless, but he found himself speaking to her about what he never talked about to any girl...only to very few people in his life that mostly included his family.

"My dad. It was sort of our thing. He was the most supportive...It....Playing football makes me feel closer to him. I guess I just want to make him proud. Besides, I love the attention. I do. I love when they cheer for me, when they pat me on the back after a win and most of all, I love how powerful I feel on the field." Rubbing his chin absentmindedly, he flashed her a smile, the cocky one she usually saw on his face and it lifted a weight off her chest she felt ever since she saw the great quarterback cradling himself in a state of sheer panic.

It almost breaks her heart to see him that way, because having your mind and body betray you like that is an indescribable feeling to know you can't trust yourself anymore. Despite all the voices in he read screaming at her not to, she reaches out, placing her hand over his so tenderly he thought he imagined her touch.

"Awe, you actually care!" Grayson cooed teasingly and she rolls her eyes, scooting away from him a little, taking her hand with her.

"Bite me, quarterback." And while they were definitely having a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he could use this time to learn why she really hates him.

"Ooh, kinky! Where?" Winking at her, Grayson purses his lips and her exasperation is evident but he can't let her leave without at least some truth being revealed.

"So, I have a question." He says with a small smile and she raises an eyebrow at him, her left eye narrowing ever so slightly at him.

"I don't care." Sassing back, she turns her body away from him, trying to hide from his over-analyzing stare. His eyes, the way he looks at her always makes her feel naked. It's intense and it's unveiling and frustration and she didn't want any of it right now. She’s always had trouble with emotional connections and anyone getting too close made her nervous and Grayson particularly made her want to run away screaming.

"You asked one question, I get to ask one too. So...why do you hate me? I mean, I can't even understand what I did to you that's so bad...except for the eyebrows sophomore year BUT it was an accident and I apologized to you at least a hundred times." Looking over at him, her glare is clearly showing his jokes are not entertaining and she's had enough but if it means he'll shut up, she'll tell him.

"You stole my first kiss without even asking me the first time we met." She states through gritted teeth and the horror and confusion on his face is baffling to her. "Don't pretend otherwise. We were talking and I actually liked you before you thought it would be okay to just kiss me out of the blue before running off to puke in the bathroom."

"I SWEAR I", he was going to say he doesn't remember but it all sounded too familiar and he...well, he thought he dreamt that.

"Oh, God! I'm sorry! I was drunk off my ass that night and it was the first and last time I got drunk. I swear I thought I dreamed it. I really am an asshole." Running his hands through his luscious locks, Grayson hid his face as he wondered how the fuck did he forget about kissing Y/N fucking Y/L/N.

"Then there's the time you told Mike I was a snake and to stay away from me." She continues but he was shocked there's more than one reason and while he does remember doing this, she took it out of context.

"You got that all wrong. Mike was bragging around, saying he banged you and I was telling him he's a snake and I'd break his jaw if he keeps talking shit about you. He wasn't the guy for you. He just wasn't and I'm not sorry for that. I just wish you talked to me before assuming the worst of me." Leaning back against the wall, Grayson held her gaze fiercely. This was no time for weakness, he had to be brave and face her and make things better. It's been years and he...well, he's always had a thing for her.

One night stands were fun, but no girl ever challenged him nor intrigued him like her. She was so unapologetically herself, so beautiful even without trying and her mind works in such interesting ways that he was always in awe of her opinions, of her writing, of the way she sees the world.

"Alright...then how about when you conditioned the university to take Ethan on a full football scholarship or you wouldn't be going here? Did you ever wonder who you cost their lifelong dream? Because I know the guy who lost his spot and now he works at a gas station. And he deserved a lot better."

That was unexpected to say the least. If he were completely honest, it never crossed his mind someone might get cut when he insisted Ethan be accepted with him. Mostly because it was the only way for them to stay together and to be close to their dad in his final years.

"I didn't. I didn't think, I just felt. And it was wrong. I know that. But it also gave me and my brother a few more years with our dad and I'm sorry your friend got screwed over but I can't be sorry about why I did it. Just that I did it." Swallowing thickly, he watched her nibble on the lower left corner of her lips, her eyes falling to the ground and he could see the wheels in her head turning. She's overthinking, probably conflicted with what he told her and while it's not right, he knows she understands it.

"There were a bunch of pranks there as well, but these were the major reasons." She finishes, her eyes still fixed on the floor, unblinking and with a deep breath, Grayson moved closer to her.

"I'm really fucking sorry for hurting you, but I never meant to do any of those things. I just want to be your friend."

Chuckling, she finally blinks and looks up at him with more light in her eyes than he ever saw her looks at anyone but Amina with.

"Riight."

"I won't lie, I'm attracted to you, but I'd settle for friendship for now." Risking it, he places a hand on her back, craning his neck so he'd be in her line of sight for she turned her head away from him as soon as he started speaking, but she didn't fight his touch and that was encouraging enough.

"How about we make a little bet? Start this friendship right? Like...come to my next game and if we win, I get to ask anything of you. If we lose, you can ask me never to talk to you and I'll oblige. Is that good?" Expecting her to refuse, drowning in all the things he wants to tell her but he can't not yet.

He can't tell her he saw how her style evolved from wearing all black to actually having a colorful wardrobe. He saw the ring she ways wears on her right index finger and how she twirls it nervously before every exam or how she hates high heels but would still wear them to parties only to take them off an hour in. He saw how she struggled with her back in the second semester of freshman year, right after she fell on ice on the first day after the holidays. He knows she can't take a compliment but appreciates them, how she gets so involved with every book she reads that she makes the most beautiful faces when something interesting happens - she laughs, she cries, she loves the characters and after every book, it takes her a few days to remind herself it's all fictional, to say goodbye before finding a new book to obsess about. He also knows she has a waterfall as the background on her phone and that she wants nothing more than to visit Bali and Australia. He knows so much, yet so little and a from just observing her when she thought no one cared.

Grayson cared and he still does. He can't imagine a day he doesn't.

"Sure. Why not."

And as she agreed, the door opened and there was nothing better than the fresh air in their lungs after being stuck in there for what felt like forever.

However, Grayson won that game the next day and Y/N found herself actually cheering him on from the stands. It was definitely a new experience, but she didn't care. She didn't want to hate him anymore. It's exhausting to hate a guy who seems to be so painfully human that it's inspiring. There's nothing wrong in being human, in making mistakes and she decided to let go of his. As hard as it is, she had to. She couldn’t hate him forever, not when she knew his reasons and when she knows her friend had other choices and he gambled them all on his own.

"You really asked me to come to your room like that's not weird at all." She folds her arms over her chest and she can't help but be surprised with how tidy it is or the smell of wildflowers that fills her nostrils, she actually never imagined this is how his room would be. And she definitely didn't expect a keyboard in his room. He was full of surprises, the good kind.

"Just stay with me tonight. Okay?" Grayson takes her hand, gingerly pulling her closer and while he wishes he could ignore the turmoil in her eyes, the hesitation in every inch of distance she closed between them, he can't help but wonder if she'll ever stop hating him.

After the past 24 hours they had, he hoped she would find a way. He just wants a chance, a fighting chance to show her he isn't the idiot, dumb jock she sees him as. He can't exactly deny the playboy accusation, but the rest of it wasn't very fair to him. At least he saw it like that.

"I feel like this is a slippery slope. I stay tonight and we...what? Have sex? Maybe just cuddle? Or talk? Next thing I know, you'll catch feelings and I don't really see how that would be good for either of us." Biting her lower lip, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, not in a violent or sexual way, just as a way to ground herself, to find a footing in the insanity of her actually considering willingly being around the man she hated for years. And her hate wasn't unfounded.

"Don't worry, my sneaky little princess. That's not going to happen. At least not to me, but I can't promise anything on your behalf. I'm quite the charmer, ya know?" Chuckling as she pushed him back with all her might, Grayson lands on the bed with a throaty laugh she found quite pleasant. However, when Grayson told her nothing of the sort would happen, he forgot to mention it's because it's too late, at least for him it is - he already caught feelings.

"Seriously, what exactly am I doing here, quarterback? Expecting to get lucky?" She couldn't shake it though, that annoying feeling it was more than she could imagine. The way he is around her is just...disarming and equally alarming. She can't get too close. She just can't love him. Grayson Dolan is a womanizer and she'd be damned if she gives a man like him her heart.

She’s never loved anyone and she didn’t want her first love to be a guaranteed heartbreak. She wasn’t a part of the hookup culture, she didn’t know how to function in that world and she refused to learn. And while Grayson might have good intentions, he’d be onto the next one in the month. It’s all fun and games when they’re just flirting and annoying each other, but to actually involve her heart? It terrified her, pushed her body on an invisible ledge she didn’t want to jump from. 

"Do you really think I brought you here for sex? I mean...I don't want to be presumptuous, but why would you come here if you think that's the reason why? Do you want to have sex?" Sitting up with the notion that this is a more serious conversation, Grayson quickly took a look at her and she was fidgeting, nervous as if...as if she never had sex.

"No. I just...I don't know, I'm not exactly the type that does this." Raising both his eyebrows, he realized he is right. His little devil is actually an angel. A fallen angel like Lucifer, but an angel nonetheless.

"I didn't bring you here for sex. I just wanted us to talk and...actually sleep next to each other. I can sleep on the floor if you want me to." As sweet as it is, she still couldn't relax. A man like him didn't seem quite content with nothing happening and she...well, she never slept next to a man before let alone more.

Overthinking took over and she found it harder and harder to breathe as her heart picked up speed and the possible outcomes of this night started to freak her out to the point of losing focus, losing touch with reality. The world felt like it moved too fast, her brain couldn’t fully comprehend anything around her. She found herself back in the black pit where a panic attack was preying on her like vultures pray on those lost in the desert.

"Y/N...are you...are you scared of me?" His voice breaks as reality sets in and he can tell she's shivering, her arms wrapped around her as she glances at the door every few seconds. But he had no expectations of that night but a long talk and getting to know her better. He just wanted to show her who he is, but she didn't seem to believe that.

"Look, I'm not like you. I didn't sleep around. I had my first kiss in college with you and I tried dating a few guys after who somehow all ghosted me once they started hanging with you and I'm guessing they were a versions of Mike so thank you, but I never had sex, I've never even held hands with a boy before! I can't do this. I just can't." And before he had a chance to react, she was gone. His beautiful mischievous girl ran from him and this time it wasn't because she hated him, but because she realized she might actually care for him.

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PART 4

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt.2 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: While her first prank may have backfired, Y/N isn’t ready to let Grayson off the hook just yet and her next plan may include collateral damage.

Warnings: naked Grayson, swearing, sexual innuendos

Part one   

She could hear him scream her name before running off, tossing his clothes in her car with a satisfied clap of her hands. To say she's been craving revenge would be an understatement, and giving him a taste of what she truly wishes to do has certainly been sweet.

That is until she hears a man clear his throat behind her in the halls, too aware of his presence even before she turns around. It’s impossible to ignore a man like Grayson who has an aura around him...sort of distinctive presence that overshadows everything and everyone.

But turning around was a mistake because Grayson had decided to wrap the mascot's scarf around his privates and offered a glowing view of his impeccable abs and damn it, she couldn't lie and say he isn't quite literally the most handsome man she's ever had the pleasure of seeing. She may consider herself a stone cold bitch, but she was definitely not a dead bitch and those abs would make anyone want to lick them.

"Missing something, quarterback?" Raising her eyebrow victoriously, her smirk had widened into a smile he found wicked, but all too beautiful. He could sense her stare and the sheer power of will it takes for her not to make it too obvious and while he'd usually make a move, the giggles around him are an undeniable reminder that it's neither the time nor place and that she caused his presumed walk of shame, except he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Looking around the gawking crowd with a cocky smirk, Grayson shrugs and leans in, only then noticing the light pink tinted cheeks of hers and the extremely intoxicating scent radiating off her. It felt like a dash of spring by the seashore and he nearly made a fool of himself as a desire to hold her almost overpowered him. 

Why is he suddenly attracted to Satan? Sure, he always thought she was beautiful and he always was a sucker for curves but her personality didn’t change over night, and Grayson may be a player but he certainly doesn’t sleep with girls that may kill him after an orgasm - black widows. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it nor understand anything at the moment, but he knew he wanted to see those pink cheeks redden.

"Just giving the people what they want."

Rolling her eyes at him, she takes a step back and shakes it off - the unquestionable need to have her hands on those abs, purely for scientific purposes, of course. 

Leaning into her further, he chuckles when her lips press together nervously and all too happy with himself, he states:"If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask."

Appalled, perhaps even horrified, she groans before leaning into him, close enough to use his shoulder as leverage to lift herself on her tiptoes up to his ear instead of his lips as he half expected, perhaps even hoped for, whispering.

"Right. Well, if I were you I'd skedaddle before the very bewildered principle gets here and he's about a few steps away."

Eyes wide, Grayson took off but as he passed by her, Y/N made sure to finish the job by pulling off his scarf as swiftly as possible, enjoying the follow up "Y/L/N" scream from a distancing Grayson and his exquisite ass.

Being wicked feels good and she had every intention of reminding Grayson exactly how wicked she can be.

"Did you really have to embarrass him like that?" Amina whisper shouts, receiving a raised eyebrow as a response as Y/N stops walking and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Seriously? You think he was embarrassed when everyone was gawking at his perfectly sculpted body?" Annoyance in her eyes and tone dripping with sarcasm, Y/N was already plotting her next move in this war she was waging with Grayson.

"Besides, you know he had it coming after what he did to me." Stating her reason wasn't enough for Amina, though. After years of tiptoeing around Ethan and the feelings they both had for each other, she had finally decided to give him a chance and if her best friend is hell bent on destroying his twin brother, that would certainly put a strain on her soon to be an official relationship.

"It's been years, Y/N. You need to learn to let things go. If not for you, then for me." Raising her voice ever so slightly, Amina frowns when she sees her best friend's eyes harden and her jaw clench as if she had just been deeply hurt and insulted. 

It wasn’t so long ago he had ruined her chances at dating a really great guy that had a little chat with him and then ghosted her after. It was the first guy she liked that liked her back, a chance for a lot of her firsts to come true, but she found herself at an age where most people would mock her for never even kissing a guy before. Her war with Grayson was started by him freshman year and it continued daily ever since...he started it, but she has every intention on finishing it. As Aristocats have taught her: “Ladies don’t start fights, but they can sure finish them.”

"Years? Amina, he called me a snake and a clumsy nerd and both nicknames have been haunting me since freshman year. He...that's the most insignificant thing he's done to me compared to other...despicable ways he had tormented me. Even before I knew who he was." Swallowing thickly, Y/N drew in a shuddered breath before speaking again.

"If you want to distance yourself from me to stay clean in front of Ethan, do it. But I can't let things go. Not when it’s him. You know that."

And without a word from Amina, not even a sound, Y/N nods, accepting that her best friend chose a side and it isn't hers.

***

A week flew by as Y/N plotted her next move against her worst enemy, aka the quarterback and most self absorbed prick she had ever had the displeasure knowing. 

It's baffling how someone so handsome can be such an asshole...almost tragic.

But it didn't take her long to figure out what he treasures most and what seems to have all the girls swooning - his hair. He’s been growing it for a year and while she couldn’t lie and say he didn’t look damn good with it, she hated every perfect lock of hair on his head. Every single curl, wavy little lock that frames his face and the way he runs his fingers through his hair. That actually made a girl fall of her bike and another to walk into a tree. 

She wondered if putting hair removal cream would be too extreme considering dye could easily be reversed, but then she remembers how he was the reason she didn't have eyebrows in sophomore year and her doubts quickly disappeared.

This time she decided to strike in the afternoon, sneaking into the locker room an hour after practice because Grayson always stays late and is always alone. If it were anyone else she'd have admired their work ethic, but this was Grayson fucking Dolan and she had no intention of admiring him. Ever. The abs have fucked with her brain once but that's solely because she was caught off guard but this time she was prepared for anything.

Hiding behind the lockers as she heard a man enter, she smirked. Everything is going according to plan and soon, she'd be there to hear his screams before running for her life.

The shower starts and the water splashing against the tiles is the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard. Her heart beats wildly in anticipation, her mind racing with all the probable outcomes and her eyes are wide open. Mouth a little dry, she realizes she's nervous too. A small pang of guilt hits, deep inside her chest and she's sweating, the doubts creeping back in.

If she goes through with this, wouldn't that make her just as bad as he is? Would she really be a snake as he referred her as?

Either way, it's too late to do anything about it. Right?

Sighing she slaps a hand over her forehead, wondering why she's feeling guilty when he deserved worse. It's not like he needs his hair to play...well, maybe he needs it to be a player outside the field but it certainly won't affect his game on the field.

Breathing fast, she bites her lower lip because she knows it's a matter of minutes if not seconds when she'll hear his reaction and she's hoping...praying that it gives her some satisfaction, at least.

But then she feels something is off...almost as if someone's watching her...almost as if someone is right next to her - an undeniable presence she’s too familiar with.

"Whatchu doing?"

The sudden voice makes her gasp, falling to her knees as her mind shuts down momentarily, her head whipping back to see what had scared her, though she knew. Deep inside, she knew that voice, that presence, that scent.

"Damn, didn't mean to scare you THAT much, sneaky princess." Folding his arms, Grayson raises an eyebrow as his lips form that killer smirk that makes every woman weak in their knees.

"Wait...are you here to see me naked again? Because I meant what I said, you only need to ask." Crouching down, watching her eyes dart from him to the running shower, Grayson shakes his head before leaning closer, stealing back the attention. If there's anything he likes, it's having all the attention on him. And whether he likes to admit it or not (which he never would say out loud), he loves her attention on him.

Slowly, confidently, he licks his lips and speaks with certainty. "And when you do ask...I will ruin you for other men. Promise."

But as much as his words created chaos inside her head, making it hard to breathe when he winks with that self satisfied smile and offers her a hand to help her stand, Y/N was only thinking one thing - WHO IS IN THE FUCKING SHOWER?!

And as she ignored Grayson's hand and help, standing on her own two feet, a throaty scream quickly followed and she found herself mortified.

"What did you do?" Grayson questions, his voice a bit higher, his eyes on the shower as a very naked man emerges without a single hair on his head and a horrified look on his face only to realize it's Ethan and she fucked with the wrong twin.

"I HAVE NO HAIR!"

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PART 3

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt.6 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Two stubborn hearts forget that we don’t always have all the time in the world to say what we need to and make amends. 

Warnings: angst, swearing

Part one

Days passed and Grayson found a way back to his old habits. A different girl on his arm every day, his training and plays immaculately performed and his hair, the stupid fluffy whiskey colored curls, only grew longer as the semester came to an end.

His eyes were always fixed in front of him, no longer searching for the girl he had kept an eye on since the day he started his academic career. No, he was determined not to look for her again. If she wanted to see him as the bad guy, as the guy who can't seem to do anything right nor cares to? Well, he was done proving her wrong.

Y/N had made her choice and it was to think the worst of him and while he knew she was possibly running scared and secretly hoped she'd finally stop and let him catch up, she never did and he stopped expecting her to.

Dreams weren't as easy to ignore as the reality. In his dreams, their hands were intertwined, their smiles wide and somehow, she always had the insane habit of doing trust falls whenever he least expected it and it jolted him awake more than once when she'd just scream "TRUST FALL" and he'd have to catch her no matter how far he was or how full his hands were. Somehow, he found that part of his dream Y/N's personality most vivid and true to her real self.

If he's being completely honest, his eyes did wander a little bit during class, looking over to see if she arrived. To his surprise, her attendance remained perfect, but she wasn't truly there. It felt like looking at a distorted image in the mirror of the girl she used to be and it made him ache, but he had to protect his heart now. She had the ability to tear his heart out, she nearly fucking did and he couldn't let her finish the job.

Y/N had never felt lonelier walking through the halls as she did in the last months of her college experience. She had always had Amina, or at least she had Grayson to argue with. There were a few friends that came and went on the way but those two were her constants - something she could always count on being there, him to be there.

She knew she projected her hurt and fears onto him, that her mind was imploding and her heart wasn't allowed to make any decisions regarding her quarterback, which is a real pity considering how hard her heart fought for him.

There isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't wish she could stop hating herself enough to believe she doesn't deserve love, his love. That she could stop thinking she would be happier with him. That his lips aren't what she wishes to taste before her time on Earth is over and she draws her last dying breath.

And she wanted to do that the very next day after their fight, but when she went looking for him, he wasn't alone. Watching him lock lips with the head cheerleader before they went into the bathroom was enough to shatter what remained of her heart and the will to fight for what she hoped was the genuine man behind what Grayson showed the world. 

But that day he proved her right, that he wasn't in love with her and never would be - that it's the chase that got him interested in the first place. Maybe it's because of a prank or a bet to take her virginity, or maybe it's because he expected her to fall to his feet and worship him like everyone else or he just wanted the supposedly mind-blowing hate sex, but either way, he had disappointed her for the last time that day.

She could feel herself fading as time went by, focusing on school and her writing - the only escape she could find. Writing about the pain had made it strong but it also purified her soul. Hiding from the world, she walked the campus like a ghost, occasionally sneaking a glance of the quarterback just to know he's alright.

She found it masochistic, to seek a confirmation of his well-being when he had ruined hers. But she blamed herself for that as well, she was the one who gave him the power to break her heart in the first place.

Love at first sight was a myth before she met Grayson, but he had shown her it's real. And it hurts like fucking hell.

She went to a couple of his games, more to feel less depressed and alone stuck in her room, but also to relive that night he had dedicated his winning touchdown to her...the night that started their end too soon, yet not soon enough.

Neither of them realized how many missed glances they shared - just as she’d look away, he’d look at her with the same anguish she had. 

By the time graduation came, Y/N had already gotten a book deal, something she never expected in a million years since she didn't see herself ever being a professional writer. 

Her manuscript went missing a month before, but she had found it just a few days after she made her peace with the fact that she lost it - the book she started in her freshman year just after she met Grayson and a week before she met Amina, the same book that was meant to be almost like a therapeutic escape for venting her emotional distress and anything else she was scared to articulate in real life. Whoever had seen it must have sent a copy, but she never found out who. At least not then - the perpetrator was revealed eventually.

frENEMIES was discovered and she had no intention on missing out on this opportunity, even if it meant she'd miss the graduation ceremony.

And still, before she went, she left a note to the man who had inspired the book in the first place - the one where she put down every single detail since the moment she had met him and had her first kiss - every hidden emotion and opinion, thoughts she kept secret from herself as well, every happy smile and hopeful look and even the resentment and pranks and her inner struggle with how he made her feel since the first moment to the last - to the moment she lost him and had to move on.

That note consisted of a single passage from the very end of her book - seemingly unfinished as many things in life are, and when Grayson read it after the ceremony was over and he saw she wasn't there, he realized that he had fucked up once again.

I looked into your eyes and found my favorite color; pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts. Your eyes have the whole world in them and quite honestly, I'm scared. What if no one makes me feel the way you did? But every fairytale has a villain, but you weren't the villain of my story. I was. Maybe when we're ready, we'll meet again. After all, destiny works in mysterious ways and if not, I'm still going to miss you, quarterback. Forever.

And in that moment he knew it was over, truly over and finished with. She had said her last goodbye and he remained with a world of unspoken feelings and apologies. He watched her slip away from him, but that's all he's done - watched and allowed it to happen. 

She was special from the start, a mean angel and a kind devil all at once and he loved her since the first time he saw her and thought he was in a dream.  He wonders if she ever realized that the only reason he got so drunk that night (his first and only time having alcohol) was because he needed liquid courage to talk to her.

She was beautiful, talented, impatient and stubborn and proud and prejudiced but also incredibly impactful in everything she did - from her protests to save the Earth on Earth day every year, to her little stunt in biology class where she released all the animals. No one knew it was her but him. He admired her for standing up for herself and others who were bullied into silence, for getting herself arrested for protesting and practically starting a riot when a young student was a victim of blatant racism but the dean didn’t care nor want to hold anyone accountable for the incident.

She was a simple woman - as simple as quantum mechanics and he gave up on her far too quickly.

Now, he's moving onto the big leagues, leaving college behind, but that note will stay in his wallet no matter where he goes or who he meets.

And it won't be her.

Not for years to come.

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PART 7

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt.4 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Grayson wants to talk, but Y/N is too busy running to realize her fears are deceiving her. Enlisting a reluctant Ethan for help gives Grayson a chance to maybe, just maybe convince his sneaky little princess to see he’s ready to try and change.

Warnings: angst, swearing

Part one  Part two  Part three

She never understood football or the hype that came with it, never really cared at all to even try and find out what made her dad so passionate about every game that it made his whole week if his team won, nor her old friend who wanted to play football professionally. She had less understanding for the way they treated the players like royalty, how they praised their womanizing ways or the conspicuous amounts of money they earned only to buy the most ridiculous cars or watches, or simply on parties and strippers.

She never bothered to get involved and perhaps she never would had she not met Grayson Dolan, the quarterback, her frenemie, her most coveted dream and most hellish nightmare. 

Watching Grayson play for the first time had both made her heart race and stop, her breath fast and shallow but it also made it stop in her lungs. She had never worried as much about someone, never cheered for someone to win (though it would mean she lost), never had she screamed so much in her life and all because she found herself immersed in every play Grayson was a part of, every single move and every single touchdown he made.

But what really got her wasn't the game, rather his passion and perseverance and especially when he looked straight at her, finding her right where he left her before the game, only to point the ball at her minutes before he made the winning touchdown. She knew it was for her, somehow, she just knew. And that's when Y/N Y/L/N learned the ultimate, horrifying truth - she didn't hate Grayson Dolan, not even a little, not even at all. If anything, she had channeled all her jealousy and frustration and well, genuinely fucked up shit she dealt with because of him, and she unleashed hell upon him.

Yet, he came back for more each time. In hindsight, she realized he's probably crazy, a masochistic, but so is she. Still, when it came down to it, she ran. She ran as fast as she could and she didn't dare look back.

A part of her hoped he'd run after her, catch up and make her stay, kiss her like the world is ending in the pouring rain. She wanted him to come for her, but no one ever did. In a way, she's used to it.

Amina chose Ethan, Grayson will choose the other women or football, it's just the way it is. She isn't enough for anyone, she never was. Perhaps it's her anxiety and depression lurking again, but she always feared that she wasn't enough - wasn't pretty enough, funny enough, smart enough, artsy enough, interesting enough,...simply not good enough to ever be someone's endgame, regardless if it was friendship or romance. What else could she think as she had settled in her early twenties and only ever had one kiss and it was a drunken kiss from a guy who literally fucked anyone with tits and a heartbeat?

Staying low for the next few days was hard, especially when she found herself hiding from the most popular guy on campus and no matter where she went, Grayson magically appeared soon after.

She didn't know he spent days looking for her, telling everyone who sees her to text him her location but he always got there just a few seconds too late and he soon realized it was always his problem - timing and lack of effort.

Everything he did in the past years was to forget about the girl he thought hated him, but it clearly never worked. She's not the type you ever forget and it took him too long to realize he didn't want to spend the rest of his life wondering what would have happened if he tried...if he at least tried.

"Can you just do this for me?" After a week of being ignored, Grayson had enough. He couldn't handle only catching glimpses of her back as she walked away from him or the ignored messages he sent. He just wanted five minutes with her.

"The last time you asked me to do something for you, I ended up losing all my fucking hair. You said nothing bad would happen. You said it would be fun." Pulling his beanie off, Ethan had lost his sarcastic filter and went straight for the screaming part. "BEING BALD ISN'T FUN GRAYSON!"

"It wasn't my fault!" Throwing his hands in the air, Grayson groaned loudly before reaching for his phone.

"You gonna help your bro or do I have to bring in the big guns, huh?" The erratic taping of his fingers on his iPhone matched the crazed look in his eyes and Ethan already knew what's happening.

"Seriously?! You calling ma’ on me, now?!"

"Not if you do the right thing and ask Amina to convince Y/N to give me a chance to talk." Waving his phone with a snicker, Grayson raised his eyebrows victoriously when he saw Ethan cave before he said a single thing.

"We really need to find a better way of solving these disagreements."

**

Y/N paced whenever she was nervous. It was either that or tapping her foot which usually earned her a visit from her downstairs neighbor, so it was best to alleviate her anxiety by pacing even if it made her dizzy.

There were a number of things she wanted to tell her best friend, to apologize though she did so a hundred times by now. And it tore her to bits to know her friend chose a guy over her, but she was willing to work things out. Not many people understand her, nor do they stick around when shit hits the fan, but Amina was the only constant in her life since she came to campus. For Y/N, losing Amina was like losing a sister and she wasn't too proud to admit it.

Some people would always do the right thing, regardless of who they end up hurting in the end. Y/N was never that person and while it may not paint her in the best light, she’d be the one you can come to with blood on your hands and all she’d do is grab a shovel and help you dig. Perhaps that’s why she couldn’t really understand Amina and the way she abandoned her. If it were the other way around, no guy would ever be worth their friendship.

It wan’t a pleasant feeling - knowing you’re replaceable. 

However, when a knock interrupted her obnoxiously loud pacing, she drew in a deep breath in hope of finding bravery everyone seemed to think she naturally possessed. But she didn't. She was perpetually scared of a great number of things and being alone was one of the main ones. She never felt as alone as she did in the past week and the feeling had gnawed on her sanity.

With a shaky hand, she grabbed the metal knob, shaking her head one last time before opening the door to face her friend. Her heart felt like it would explode as she caught sight of the person on the other side, the fabulous hair he threads his fingers through being the first thing she notices. 

All she wanted was to make up with her friend and let the past stay in the past. Little did she know it was yet another elaborate attempt of her frENEMY to get close to her.

"YOU?!"

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PART 5

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt.9 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Long overdue, Y/N and Grayson finally reunite.

Warnings: angst, fluff, indicating a spiked drink

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"Being lonely and being alone are two entirely different things. One is imposed on you and one you choose. Yet somehow I found myself with a little bit of both.

Every year that went by and I watched new couples form and break up, I longed for a relationship of my own. It wasn't due to lack of trying, because I did try! However, for some unknown reason every guy I got close to would soon ghost me. And for a while I thought it was me, like I'm the reason why they all leave. Funny thing is, none of them were ever important to me - not like the cocky quarterback I felt drawn to despite him being able to raise my blood pressure dangerously high without even speaking.

In these years he had been flagged as a hothead, a bomb just waiting to go off and I had no idea why. Maybe he was just as misunderstood as me, because no matter how much we fight, in the end it always felt like he had my back.

It was something I learned when one of those frat parties turned into something more than I bargained for. All I remember is having a good time, dancing with a handsome stranger, then waking up in my bed with my quarterback sat by my side. I had a killer headache and parched mouth and as if he could read my mind, a glass of water was soon offered to me. Once I laid back, a little confused, I looked at him and the worry etched in every line of his beautiful face - no trace of the cocky guy I was used to.

He played with my hair until I fell asleep and ran his knuckles down my cheek so softly, tenderly, careful as if I were made of glass and he could break me. He told me everything will be fine and i should sleep some more, that I am safe and he won't go. 

I believed him.

I trusted him without restrain, and I knew...I knew he'd protect me. The line between love and hate had always been blurred with us and that night it didn't even exist.

I know what happened that night now. Not just that night but with every guy that thought I looked like a fun night and nothing more that you made sure would never hurt me.

Thank you for being my guardian angel, quarterback. I'll always remember that."

When Grayson showed up, seeing her engrossed in a daydream of sorts, her back turned to him, he still couldn't find a way to calm his heartbeat. She looked formidable from behind that desk, but it wasn't about how she looked at all but what she might do when she sees him.

He can tell her book had none of the bitterness he thought she felt for him. None of the hate. Nothing negative at all. Even his flaws were so artistically written that he came off like a good man.

Flaws. Grayson knew he was full of them. The scar between his eyebrows and the one on his chin. His coldness towards people. His ability to scare away anyone that looked at him, or her - especially her. His temper, his womanizing ways, his asthma and his dyslexia. 

However, that is usually only how deep people saw into him. But she? She saw him fully. She saw past all the nastiness that consumed and and saw what he truly was. Beautiful. Because what is a human being without flaws? She knew that the flaws make people who they are. They make everyone individual and their own person. That flaws make people interesting. And a human with flaws is a beautiful one. His flaws were the main reason she ever fell in love with him, and not some measly prince who has their whole life handed to them with a gold crown. She loved him, flaws and all.

The book was emotional, funny, filled with all the things he hoped she'd once say to him but never did. Had he known she truly felt so much for him, Grayson would have stopped at nothing until he made her his girl.

And now, looking at her with fear in his chest, he still opened his mouth - it was always faster than his mind.

When she turned around, he had never thought he'd hear the heavenly sound of his name upon her lips and what truly took him by surprise is the moment she put down her cup and leapt into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to hold her up so she doesn't end up hanging. He found his face stuffed with her hair, but he didn't mind the gentle reminder of her signature scent, it didn't change all those years.

In her embrace the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain. There was something so warm, something that felt right, smelt right. She let her body sag, her muscles become loose. He gave her the respect of an equal, holding her a little stronger than it allowed her the freedom to breathe, but in that embrace she felt her worries loose their keen sting.

"Wow!" Letting him go way too soon for both their comfort, Y/N took a step backwards, her smile never leaving her face. "You look a lot bigger in person than you do on my TV!" She exclaimed and it didn't take long for Grayson to realize she watches his games.

"Fangirling over me? Watching my games? Are you sure you're really Y/N? I mean, you should watch what you say, someone might think you care." Chuckling, he puts his copy of the book on the desk as she rolls her eyes at him and he felt a lot more at ease once he’s seen her usual sign of frustration with him.

"Yes, asshole, I care about you." She didn't try to maneuver around it, admitting the truth shamelessly as he smiled at her candor, truly grateful he finally heard her say it and not in an audio version of the book.

Grabbing her by the hand, he pulled her into his chest swiftly enough to make her gasp, his smile bright as their eyes remain glued to each other, neither able to look away.  His eyes are so different, more soft than she knew eyes could be.

"That's better. It sounds more like you." He says quietly, just above a whisper as he wonders if she can tell his heart is nearly breaking his rib cage.

A moment later, her palm splayed against his chest feels just that, her eyes dropping to where her hand can feel every single erratic beat. Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink and he knows she knows and he doesn't give a shit.

For the first time in forever, he can't find it in him to regret letting her know she has his heart in the palm of her hand - both figuratively and literally.

"Three years, huh?" He raises an eyebrow as her eyes flicker back up to his. Clearing her throat, she nods before tapping his chest and taking a step back.

"Yeah. You haven't changed much. Just the hair...and your arms got bigger!" She exclaims, chuckling nervously as she looks around to make sure they're still alone.

"Do you regret it?" Her voice is oddly quiet, her arms crossing over her chest as she let out a shuddered breath when his eyebrows furrow at her question.

"What?"

"I don't know...everything?" Forcing a smile, she leans back on the desk behind her for support, afraid she might fall - literally and figuratively for Grayson. Her treacherous heart already felt like it could bleed itself dry just for one damn moment of pure happiness with him and it scared her more than anything.

But Grayson had to think, to understand why she’s asking him that. He likes that she wants to own her mistakes, but she needs to forgive herself too. Until she does that she'll never let him in to help her heal. And he wanted that - a second chance with her more than anything. He would give anything.

He was quiet for a moment, too long for her not to let her past insecurities flood her. Her chest felt like it would collapse under pressure and her face burned like hot lava, she opened her mouth to tell him to forget she ever asked but he started talking instead.

"Just because we never really worked back then doesn't mean I didn't love you. And it doesn't mean that I would ever regret having the privilege to know you. To just be around you. I regret being a coward. I could have done more because even then I knew I wanted you to be my endgame." And there wasn't a single pause in his answer, no trace of any sort of doubts. Grayson meant what he said and be felt it with all his being.

He wished he was more capable of being raw and vulnerable with her, to have made some changes to the way they communicated. Something that would have given her a chance to see he was besotted with her, not the playboy he portrayed himself as. Come to think of it, he'd trade everything, even football, just to have her. She was more important than he knew...until she was gone, he really had no clue.

And while she was still reeling from the word love he used in context of them being something more than just frenemies, she couldn’t help the glistening tears from filling her eyes.

"Yeah", with tears in her eyes she sniffles. "Me too. I wish I wasn't so wrapped up in my own fears. That I at least tried, you know? Maybe we would have been happy", rubbing her nose, she gives him a small smile. 

But when he takes a step closer, someone else enters the bookstore and she finds herself panicked, yet relieved when the person seems to vanish in the stalls instead of coming to her for an autograph.

"This isn't...uh...If someone would to see his together, they would figure it out.” People have been trying to figure out who the mysterious quarterback is for years and one person is enough for a media frenzy to start. 

“We should find a private place. Maybe my apartment?" She rambled as Grayson slowly closed the distance, his mischievous smile growing with every step.

"Let them figure it out. I don't give a shit." And before she had a chance to react, his lips found hers. Lips parted, she moaned against his as he pressed her closer to him and she submitted willingly, and he fucking loved it. 

They kissed without a care in the world, his arms around her tight as he kept her close, their mouths locked in a new kind of an argument, one against oxygen. They couldn't breathe, their kiss anything but gentle, relentless and passionate and filled with so many emotions they wanted to scream at the top of their lungs but neither could handle the thought of breaking the kiss.

Until it was broken by a voice Y/N didn't recognize, but Grayson sure as hell did.

"Grayson? Babe?"

Wiping her mouth, Y/N took a step back as her legs trembled, still overwhelmed by the electrifying chemistry between them that seemed to have burned through her sanity. She didn’t dare look away from him, catching the stunning beauty from the corner of her eye.

"Grayson, tell me this isn't what I think it is. Tell me and I’ll believe you." Y/N whispered barely, her voice laced with a desperate plea and a hint of disappointment she couldn't relieve.

"It's not." He starts, but the long legged blonde stepped beside him, staking her claim.

"Why the hell were you kissing my man?"

And that’s when Y/N truly got a good look at her incredible beauty, but also her very pregnant belly.

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PART 10 

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt. 7 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Three years later and Grayson finds out about the book.

Warnings: angst

Part one

"Timing sucks. Sometimes we meet the best people at the worst possible time in our lives and no matter how hard you try to fit them into your world, they just can't be molded into what would suit your plans and ideas of the future. Some are scared by how much they care about that person that they would switch up their routine or plans for the future, others simply give up because it is too much work and they're just exhausted of always being disappointed in an untimely love. We think - oh, if it was only earlier/later and we would have worked out - but that's just not true. Timing is an invariable third party in all our relationships and it's a bitch...if we let it. Truth be told, we're only using it as an excuse - the people we meet at the wrong time are simply the wrong people. You won't meet the right person at the wrong time because the right person is timeless. The right person makes you want to change the plans you had that made timing an issue - to uproot your entire life and make a mess of it, yet you wouldn't care...When the person is right, there is no timing nor regrets concerning what you did to make those problems go away, there's only hope of a beautiful future where that person becomes a constant nothing can erase.

I had told myself timing was an issue, that his reputation was an issue. I told myself so many stories that painted him as a villain that would break my heart and walk away, but wasn't I the villain all along? Maybe, maybe not. The bitter truth is: I never made an effort to know his side of the story, and I blamed him for it. You can be the judge of that for this book will also show my best and worst days of loving a man who had many flaws, but his biggest one was ever caring for me.

Quarterback? Are you listening? Because this is what us being frENEMIES really meant to me."

Grayson couldn't breathe, his heart pounding too fast and too hard for his lungs to follow, his airway constricting as if a hand had wrapped around his neck and pressed down on his throat.

He couldn't breathe, not after hearing her voice for the first time in three years and not after she had addressed him personally.

It took him so long to get her out of his head and even longer to get her out of his heart. Every day was torture and he had reflected on their past and all the ways he could have made her stay, but it wasn't meant to be and he knew that...at least he told himself that. 

But she left with a cowardly goodbye written with words he struggled to read as his vision blurred and his body tensed as the thought of losing her truly tore into him.

It was him who ran to he room only to find it empty and it was him who tried every possible way of contacting her but no one knew how to...not even Amina. It was him who sobbed into his pillow so many nights, certain he gambled his chance at true love because he let his fragile ego get hurt so fast that he gave up.

So why now?

"ETHAN?!" Grayson thundered as he still fought for an even breathing rhythm and a sound mind, standing up to find his inhaler, using it to ease up the pressure inside his chest while Ethan thumped around on his way over.

"Dude, I was about to get lucky, why are you cock-blocking me?" Ethan grumbled, zipping his pants up as he got out of the bathroom and the flight attendant followed him out, wiping her smudged lipstick from under his lips shamelessly.

"Why did you give me this? Bro, how do you even know it exists?!" Grasping at the ends of his now shorter hair, Grayson shook his head before falling back in his seat, sweat starting to soak his shirt.

"My Wednesday hookup had the book on her nightstand and when I was sneaking out I saw Y/N's photo and did some research. I thought you might want to read it because -", and before he had a chance to finish his explanation, Grayson's temper finished it for him.

"BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT ME?" Chuckling dryly, Grayson bared his teeth like a wounded animal before shaking his head vehemently. "I don’t think I can read this and not...like, lose my shit. I was doing fine! She's been gone for three years now and I was perfectly happy without her!" Convincing himself more than Ethan, Grayson had crumbled and his brother could tell. 

Y/N was always a touchy subject and while Grayson refused to talk to her, Ethan could sense she remained his greatest regret and in a way, he felt guilty too. Guilty for not being openly human with her from the start, for not trying to clear the air before and even for spending half the time thinking she’s crazy...but Grayson never saw her being crazy as an insult - to him, all the best people have a little crazy and they make life interesting and worth living. People like Y/N change the world and they never even know it.

"Hey. It's okay not to be fine and over her. You had a lot of emotions tied to that girl and she never really gave you closure...but this book is your closure. I read it and it's...a lot to take in. But I know it's hard. Closure or no closure, it's hard to lose a person you love." With a tinge of sadness, Ethan looks away and his hands fold together like he's hurting too. Ethan and Amina broke up within six months after college due to distance and he was heartbroken for a while, especially when Amina married someone else in a little over a year after.

"I really think you should hear it...and straight from her mouth. This audio version is really...like you're talking to her? It's proper closure. Because you and I both know you never moved on from her." Sniffling, Ethan ran a hand through his hair before raising an eyebrow to what he knew Grayson would say, defensive as ever.

"That's been over for years. We were never even a thing, so no, I don't need to hear what she had written in that book because she probably dragged me the whole fucking time and I've had enough of her hate for a lifetime." Unplugging his headphones, Grayson leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed and Ethan knew just what to use to make him shut up and listen.

"Is that why you carry her note in your wallet everywhere you go? Or why her photo is hidden in your nightstand? Stop being a proud idiot and listen to what she has to say. The names are changed, but you'll know who she's talking about." Shrugging, Ethan grabbed his phone as if to say Grayson can do whatever he wants to but his stance would not change. 

The book gave Ethan a good laugh but it also hurt him to look back at a past he had left behind. And it really hurt how everyone was so blind back then that Y/N and Grayson would have made it if they had Ethan and Amina's support and he would always feel guilty about letting his bro down.

"I barely got through the prologue. How am I supposed to finish this?" Grayson admits silently, terrified of what he might uncover when he dives into that book. 

Would he find her blaming him? 

Maybe even the truth of how she felt about him? 

Would he like what he hears?

"You'll finish it because you care and it will be hard but...Would it motivate you if I said she's in New York this weekend too and I know when and where you can see her?"

Some wounds never heal and bleed at the slightest reminders and Grayson's heart was surely a poorly stapled wound as in that moment it no longer held, bursting open at the seams as a river of blood gushed once more.

Still, his mouth let no scream of his inner hurt pass his lips, only determination sounding when he locked eyes with his brother and decided this time he wouldn't be a coward. This time he wouldn’t let her walk away.

"Yes. I want to see her."

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PART 8

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt.5 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Pride and prejudice tinted with fear are formidable when communication is weak and Grayson quickly realizes that fighting for someone who hates you is incredibly painful.

Warnings: angst, swearing

Part 1

"Why are you here, quarterback? All out of mindless goldiggers to fuck?" The words aren't gentle and neither is the way she glares at him and Grayson can't help but think how knives cutting him open would be more merciful than her. It's a hard pill to swallow, going back to square one after he finally saw who she is behind the facade. She was scared easily by love and affection and it made him wonder how deprived of it she must be to panic over the smallest inkling of someone caring about her.

And that fear quickly turned into a self defense mechanism she used to keep herself safe, to push people away by projecting her worst nightmare onto the. It's why she found it easy to hate him so much. It's why she's hostile now.

"Don't do that. Don't make me the bad guy just so you can use it as an excuse not to get close to me. It's not fair." Stepping closer to her, Grayson holds his breath in anticipation of her rage. It's obvious the deceitful nature of his visit rubbed her the wrong way but he just can't handle her hating him anymore.

"Wanna know what's not fair? Using the only fucking person I care about in this world to get me to talk to you! That's vile...giving me hope Amina wants to be my friend again? It's possibly the worst thing you did to me and you did a lot." And she's hurt, acting up on the pain she can't push down and ignore anymore. She's ripping at the seams and yet she's not breaking down, rather becoming explosive.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Grayson bit down on his lower lip as he forced himself to stay quiet until proper words could form in his brain. His tendency to speak before he thinks constantly gets him in trouble.

"I didn't know you guys weren't friends anymore."

Snorting, she shakes her head and finally takes a step back from the door, the danger of her slamming the door in his face and breaking his nose significantly lessens.

"I'm sorry." He continues, hoping it's the right thing to say as he takes that first step into her dorm, his eyes trained on her back as her shoulders tense and he knows he had made a mistake again. Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut and let her talk first, but he just can't see her so hurt.

"Why do you care?" She spins around so fast that he flinches when she raises her voice, her eyes dark hooks for his soul - captivated by her raging storm. Humans have always been fascinated by the darkness and Grayson quickly found himself lost in her - the epitome of abyss.

"Huh? What's you angle here?!" Her eyes are narrowed and her nostrils flared and he can't help but believe she will never look at him with love he desires. He just wants her to see him for who he is, to care about him like he always cared about her.

If he never cared, he wouldn't have made sure no guy breaks her heart like he did with Mike and several others. He'd have let Mike do what he intended to do, but it was Y/N...his Y/N, his drunken dream from the first frat party he went to. So maybe, just maybe it's time he sees it for what it is - she hates him and always will. If she sees a villain in him, maybe he should let her.

"Angle? I quite prefer the back one, but with you?" Rubbing his chin as a cold smile creeps up on his lips, Grayson continues even if it will make it all worse. "I'd prefer you on your back so I can see you in all your glory."

But instead of her screaming at him, she just nods, averting her eyes to the door behind him as she held her breath - the only possible way she could control the sob that wanted to rip out from under the pressure inside her chest.

"So that's it, huh? Just some prank you wanted to pull? Was it some bet to sleep with me and break up the next day?" She's trying so hard to keep herself poised, to save herself of humiliation of crying in front of Grayson fucking Dolan, but it's hard when her entire body starts to shake, trembling like she's a leaf in the unforgiving autumn wind. She can feel tears rushing to her eyes, blurring her vision of the most handsome man she ever met, regardless of how it all turned out.

She always knew who he is, so why did it hurt so bad to know she's right? Perhaps, because for a moment, just a single moment, Y/N thought she saw past the quarterback facade and found an actual human being worth of forgiveness and love. And in that moment she trusted him, as fleeting as that trust was.

"You really think that low of me?" But the dejected tone Grayson used didn't fall on deaf ears. She didn't know why he felt so insulted, nor sad about her opinion of him. After all, everyone he meets instantly loves him. Why would he care about her opinion when she's clearly been a game to him?

His jaw is clenched and his hands are too, but his shuddered breath still gets her heart to skip a beat and her mind to wonder if this is just a new mask he's put on to push her away or if he's finally showing his true colors.

"What else am I supposed to think? Did the stakes get higher when you found out I'm a virgin? You didn't give a shit about me before, so don't hurt your pretty little head thinking about me now." Pushing her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, she glanced at the door and he took the hint.

The lump in his throat is making it hard for him to speak, but even if he wanted to say something she wouldn't listen. Her mind is made up and he is not going to win this argument where she's both the judge and the jury.

He saw that now.

"As you wish." And with a sarcastic curtsy, Grayson left his Satanic majesty alone as she claimed she wished to be.

Little did he know how she spent the next half an hour frozen in her spot, staring at the door he slammed upon his leave, just waiting - waiting for his scent to fade so she could break down in tears again.

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PART 6

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