#dolan imagines

[divinelydolan]

Here’s Grayson driving to cleanse your Timeline ✨

[vintagedolan]

genius (egd)

when college goes online, ethan gets to see you put your mind to work, and he realizes that maybe he can’t keep up

word count: 2.7k

warnings/tags: fluff, insecure!ethan, just lots of fluff okay

ps: this is my first imagine on this blog, feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :) 

When you had to go to campus for school, it just seemed like you were going to work for Ethan. The schedule changed each day because of your classes, but you always managed commuting back and forth well; after all, why live on campus if you could live with him for free. You usually gave yourself a few extra hours around campus - nine times out of ten, your favorite coffee shop - to get your work done. E and Gray respected your need to work on school, but sometimes it was hard to focus if they were filming a video around the house.

But with the switch to quarantine and therefore online school, everything had been turned on its head. And Ethan was acting... different

The biggest change had been your location. As soon as quarantine was beginning to shut down travel, Ethan begged you to come back from California to be with him and his family in New Jersey. 

It had only taken a few “Baby please, I can’t focus if I don’t know when I’m gonna see you next” type of pleas for you to succumb, and with online classes you had no reason not to. But that wasn’t the only change...

Your mornings started per usual - you were trying, no matter how futile, to stay close to your original schedule. When you woke up, you’d roll over into Ethan (if you’d strayed that is, sometimes you woke up wrapped up in his arms) and run your fingers along his cheek. It was always just enough to stir him so you didn’t startle him, but not enough to wake him up fully. Grayson had been nice enough to give the two of you their old room, and you soaked up the privacy while you could. 

“Morning baby,” he would always mumble, pulling you in tightly to his chest for a minute and nuzzling into your hair. You’d be content there for a little while, pressing gentle kisses to his skin until he loosened up a bit and you were able to get free. Then, he would lull back to sleep fully, curling up in the covers when you got up. You’d pull on one of his hoodies, a sports bra and some pants, then head downstairs, laptop in hand.

Since you didn’t have to commute, you gave yourself about an hour more of sleep, which meant you actually got up around the same time as Grayson. Most the time, even he wasn’t up as early as you during normal school back in California. But seeing him in the morning now was actually really nice - you and Gray had bonded so quickly when you met them, and he was instantly like a brother to you. You weren’t sure it would have worked out if you weren’t as close as you were.

Wednesday morning, he was headed out on a run, but was eating his breakfast in the kitchen before he left.

“Morning Y/N,” he smiled, passing you a plate with a piece of avocado toast and some cut up apples that had been sitting on the counter.

“Gray you didn’t need to make me breakfast!” You exclaimed, but your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness. 

“Early bird gets the worm. Besides, isn’t it almost finals week? I know that’s supposed to be hell, might as well get some good fuel in.” He said it casually, but you wanted to cry - it meant so much that he even knew that it was finals week in the first place. 

“Thanks. It really means a lot,” you said, throat a bit tight. 

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled, passing you and ruffling your hair as he headed out the door.

You ate the toast, grateful for something on your stomach as you started looking at the assignments you still had due this week. And as you expected, it was a lot. Lots of studying was a given, but you had a 30 page paper due by Friday, and you’d only made it about a third of the way through. You wanted to knock the rest of it out by the end of the day, but it was going to be hard, with lots of research involved. 

And so you made another trip up to Ethan’s room, snagging your backpack and smiling at his curled up form and quiet snores. With a sigh you left the room again, curling up on the couch by all the tall windows, trying to at least enjoy the view if you had to be stuck by your computer all day. 

Then the real work began. Website after website, journals, textbooks, citations; over and over and over again as you began to chip away at the paper. The world kept moving around you, mostly in the background. Grayson got back from his run, getting a glass of water from the kitchen. Lisa waved her good morning, leaving you to your work and not wanting to interrupt. 

Your attention shifted around 10am, when Ethan made his way out of bed and into the kitchen, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He looked so soft in the morning, and you knew exactly what was coming before it even happened. You moved your laptop backwards, waiting.

Sure enough, he shuffled his way over to the couch, curling up on the cushions and laying his head on your lap, mumbling a bit as he got comfortable. You leaned down to kiss his head, running your fingers across his scalp and feeling him hum at the sensation. He was still tired - he always got up earlier if you weren’t still in bed with him - so it was no surprise that he dozed off again beside you. You simply reached over him, typing away on your computer as best you could. 

If you had it your way, you’d spend the whole day doing nothing with Ethan. You’d be content to lounge out with him, doing nothing. Since the boys had switched from their vigorous schedule, they’d both become so much more relaxed, and it was so nice to enjoy the free time you had. 

But you didn’t get your way. And the paper wasn’t going as easily as you thought it would.

So you wrote. And wrote. And wrote. It was like pulling teeth trying to piece it all together, and it was taking forever. The frustration mounted, and Ethan could tell you were stressed so he let you be, knowing that when you were doing school stuff it was better to just leave you to your devices. 

But come 6pm, he couldn’t take the look on your face anymore.

“Baby. Babe. Y/N.” It took three times to get your attention, but you peeled your eyes away from the screen, looking up at him. He looked sad, but you’d known him long enough to realize that he was worried.

You slid your laptop over to the arm of the couch, signaling that you wanted him to join you for a minute. You hadn’t even noticed he had a cup of tea in his hand, which he sat down on the table for you before he sat down next to you.

“You alright? You’ve been working all day.” His voice was soft, and his skin was cold. You realized suddenly that he smelled like a mixture of pine and saw dust. He’d been outside with Gray. 

“I’m okay. Just stressed out. This paper isn’t as easy as I thought it would be, but I’ve made it this far and I’m gonna finish it today if it kills me,” you explained, rubbing at your eyes. They were sore from staring at your screen for so long. 

“Which translates to ‘I love you but I’m not taking a break no matter what you say’, huh?” Ethan offered you a soft smile. You leaned into his shoulder, nuzzling up for a moment and breathing him in.

“Once I’m done I’m all yours. Promise,” you whispered. 

“That’s not what I’m worried about love. I just don’t want you in here all stressed out. I hate it,” he explained. 

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured him.

“I know, and I know you’ll kill it, like you always do. Doesn’t mean I like seeing you upset. What’s this one about anyways?” He gestured to your screen.

“Spinal cord injuries. It’s a case study about a 16 year old, focused on paraplegia, and patient education about autonomic dysreflexia.”

“Well, as usual, I’m fucking useless,” he mumbled. Usually when he said something about your intelligence in regards to his, he was joking. But there was something else behind this one that made your heart tighten a bit. 

You were about to ask him what was wrong, but Grayson came back in from outside - the workshop, no doubt - and made his way to the kitchen. 

“Y/N, you up for two Grayson meals in one day? I’m making veggie burgers,” he offered, already pulling out pans.

“Yeah that would be great actually,” you smiled at him.

“Alright, 3 burgers coming up,” he replied, not having to ask Ethan if he wanted one. 

“You got this. I’m gonna work on the video for a while, okay?” Ethan kissed your temple before getting up and leaving you to it.

With the quiet rustle of Grayson cooking in the background, and the warm tea waking you up a bit, you got to work at a much faster pace than you had before. Even so, you didn’t beat Grayson and he stopped by with a plate as you typed away.

“More brain fuel for the genius of the family,” he teased, sitting it down next to you. 

“Thanks Gray, love you!” You chuckled, immediately starting to eat, not realizing how hungry you were. 

It was good, as most things that Grayson made were, and it gave you the final boost that you needed. 

By 7:30, you had submitted the paper and felt like a huge weight had lifted off your shoulders. You hopped off the couch, scooping up all of your things and heading back to Ethan’s room. 

As usual, he was on his computer with his headphones on, editing away. You sat everything down, coming up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder, a non-startling way to let him know you were there. 

He kissed the back of your hand before taking it and gently pulling, spinning the chair around with the momentum and pulling you down so you settled in his lap facing him. Like this, you were taller than him, and he reached both hands up to cup your face, one moving to take your hair out of the bun that it was in, strands falling around the both of you as he kissed you.

His scruff tickled you as your lips moved together, making up for the lost time of the day. His hands moved down to your waist, large and warm as he squeezed, his fingers moving under your hoodie until he found your skin. No matter how many times he did this, it always took his breath a bit, and he pulled back for a second to look at you.

“You finished your paper I assume?” He smiled, freeing a hand to tuck some hair back from your eyes. You rested your cheek in his tattooed palm, gazing at him.

“Yep.”

“Feel better?”

“Mostly.”

“Mostly?” He countered, confused. 

“What were you upset about earlier?” You asked. 

“Nothing.”

It was a knee jerk reaction, and he knew that you weren’t going to take that as an answer. You simply waited, settling on his lap and tucking your forehead up against the side of his neck, tracing over his collarbone tattoo while you waited for him to find the words. Sometimes, he found it easier if he wasn’t looking right at you to say what he felt. 

“You’re out of my league,” were the words he finally found, and it took all your power not to scoff. 

“Why do you feel that way?” 

“You’re so much smarter than me. You’re about to finish college, and I barely have a high school diploma to my name. You just wrote a paper, god knows how long, and I didn’t even know what you were talking about. I wouldn’t even understand it, much less be able to help you with it like I should. I just feel stupid, all the time.” 

There were a million different things you wanted to say, but you’d learned something while dating Ethan. For him, he thought anything you said was out of obligation. He felt like you were ‘just saying it to make him feel better’, not because you meant it. 

So instead, you’d learned you needed to show him. 

You got off his lap, ignoring the panic on his face as you sat back down, now facing the same way as him, the computer screen lighting up your faces. 

“What were you doing before I came in here?” You asked, keeping your tone neutral.

“Editing, you know that,” he said, even more confused. 

“No, what exactly were you doing?”

“Importing footage, splicing, adding transitions, text overlays. The usual,” he explained.

“Do you realize that I have absolutely no idea how to do any of that?” You said, turning to look at him.

“You could learn, I could teach you easily.” His eyebrows furrowed. 

“Just like I could teach you about spinal cord injuries.”

You let that sit for a minute, knowing he wasn’t going to have an argument against you.

“You are smart Ethan. You put your energy and your knowledge into your work, and I put mine into school, which I’ll eventually put into work as well. And besides, if anyone is out of someone’s league, you’re definitely out of mine,” you smiled.

“Well, maybe you aren’t so smart if you believe that, even for a second.”

There was light in his eyes again, and you knew the storm had passed. 

“Now then, when does that video have to go up?”

“Whenever.”

“Then I think we’ve both spent enough time staring at a screen today. Cuddles?” 

His answer was given by wrapping a strong arm around your waist as he stood you both up. You knew the drill; he was about to pick you up, pull the covers back and put you down in bed, but he paused. 

“Too many clothes,” he mumbled, a mischievous grin on his face. He quickly pulled his shirt off over his head - a fresh one, you hadn’t even noticed that he’d changed from what he’d worn all day. He tossed it on the bed before turning to you, fingers toying at the hem of the hoodie you had on.

He quickly pulled it over your head, and then he groaned.

“What?!” You giggled, looking down at yourself. 

“Regular bra’s I can handle, but those things are a death trap. I always feel like I’m choking you,” he gestured to your sports bra. You laughed a bit, pulling it over your head yourself and tossing it to the side. Ethan reached past you to snag his shirt, pulling it over your head. Once your face cleared the collar he kissed you softly, smiling as you tilted up to meet him. 

His fingers tucked into your sweatpants, guiding them off your hips until they fell down in a puddle at your feet. You stepped out of them quickly.

“Much better,” he smiled, hands going to your hips as you jumped up onto him. Your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands moved around to your ass, holding you up. You kissed him again, running your fingers through his short hair. 

“Cuddles?” You poised again.

“I could stay here all day,” he grinned, kissing you again. 

“Suit yourself,” you smiled. It wasn’t hard for you to just hang there. 

“Alright fine, I’m cold. Dismount.” 

You smiled at the code word, climbing down off of him and crawling into bed, opening your arms. 

Ethan was right behind you, crawling under the covers and wrapping you up in his arms. 

“I can’t wait for your semester to be over so we can do this all day long,” he mumbled, breath warm on his skin.

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll make you teach me how to edit so I can be double smart,” you grinned.

“Oh shut up.” You could hear the eye roll in his voice, but he just pulled you closer, so tight you could barely breathe. 

“I love you, lil genius,” Ethan said into your hair, loosening up a bit and settling into a comfortable position. 

“Love you more, big genius.”

[spookysanta]

this kid. (g.d.)

Summary: Grayson and GiGi spend quality time while he’s in recovery.

WARNINGS: fluff

he’s so swollen :( anyway i wrote this in an hour.

UNEDITED

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"Daddy," whispered Giavanna on Sunday afternoon, desperately trying to reach her little arms to Grayson's body on the bed to pat him awake. "wake up."

"Gia, leave Daddy alone, okay? His head hurts." (Y/N) pulled the toddler from the bed by her tiny hand; and, for the record, GiGi does not like not being able to snuggle with her daddy in the morning. More than she despises frogs and squirrels, which is a lot.

She started to fuss. "Mama, want Daddy!" She whined.

"I know, baby. But you have to—"

"Put her on the bed." Grayson mumbled in pain as he tried to sleep. "Just let her lay down."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm." He nodded slowly, still not entirely relieved of the pain his septoplasty brought; he has to admit, though—he knows the pain could be so much worse without the drugs he'd been numbed on for the past three days. "Just let her lay down. She'll behave, won't you bun?"

"Yesh. I be good."

"Good." He held his arms out to take the little girl and (Y/N) was briefly mortified that his strength wouldn't be up to par because he'd been so weak recently. But let's be honest here: it's Grayson Dolan. He laid her body next to his on the bed and she snuggled up to him with her cheek on his collarbone. "You have to be quiet, cookie, okay?"

"Kay." She looked at (Y/N), who was currently looking at the two loves of her life in awe. There’s nothing in this world that could’ve prepared the two of them for this beautiful little girl, but she gives the utmost gratitude to the Big Man upstairs for making their family come to life. “Mama, lay down.”

“I can’t baby, I have to get Daddy’s meddies.”

She whined again, causing Grayson to sternly tap her on the bum. “Shh.” He instructed. She attempted to sit up and protest his swat but he laid her head back down on his chest where she was before.

“Sorry, Daddy.” The baby muttered. “Mama,” she started again in the best whisper she could muster. “Mama, come lay down!”

“I will, later, alright? Spend time with Daddy; I’m sure you’ll help him feel better.” (Y/N) left the room after that to get Grayson’s “meddies” (as GiGi so affectionately calls it), keeping the door slightly ajar just in case her clumsy husband or her even clumsier child had an accident.

GiGi’s palm rested on Grayson’s left pec, feeling the slow rumble of his heartbeat. “Daddy,” she whispered, moving her hand in different places to see if his heartbeat resounded in the rest of his body; and to her surprise, it did. “you’re thumpin’.”

“Hm?” He had to make sure he heard his child correctly—who he was almost certain is completely delusional.

“You. You thump. Like.. bump bump. Bump bump.”

“Where?” His eyes halfway opened in intrigue.

She gently patted the skin where her hand was, “Here.”

He chuckled, groaning inwardly at the pain. “That’s where my heart is, bubba.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He poked a finger at her chest in the same spot. “Yours is right there, too.”

She hummed. “Mama has one?”

“Yes. She has one, Uncle E has one, Grandma has one. Everyone in the world has one.”

“And “aminals”?”

“Yeah. Animals have hearts, too.”

“Even Giz?”

“Mhm.” This time he couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh even though he knows he’d regret it. For some reason unbeknownst to the Dolans, their bird, Gizmo, cannot stand GiGi. They can’t seem to figure out the source of the issue, but the child and the parakeet never can cross paths. “Even Gizmo has a heart.”

“Hmph.” She didn’t like that answer.

He fought the urge to laugh again, and that had to have been among the most difficult things he’d ever done, because God, was this kid funny.

A few moments passed before he felt her shuffling in his arms, and eventually, felt her breath—which smelled like bubblegum toothpaste—on his face. “Yes, cookie?” He asked her, not even opening his eyes to see if she was staring at his nose, because she was and that’d been all she’d done since he’d gotten out of surgery. “Can I help you?”

“Your nose is big, Daddy.”

“Thank you.” She poked it with her fingertip. He swatted her hand away, “Don’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Because it hurts.”

“But Daddy,” she whined. “wanna touch.”

“Why do you want to?”

“Funny-lookin’.” She giggled to herself. “You look funny.”

“I look funny, baby?”

“Yeah.”

He was silently praying it was almost time for her nap because not only was she starting to get whiny (and a bit pesky, goven his condition), but she was also persistent; and she won’t quit asking until she got to do what she wanted or was scolded—whichever came first. But it was hard to scold her, especially with the twins’ mom, Lisa, around, because in Grandma’s eyes, the baby could do no wrong. And, in true Grandma fashion, she made sure to get her only grandbaby what she wanted even if it was on the sly.

A snort was heard from the entryway of the bedroom. “Hi, Mama.”

“Hi, baby.” (Y/N) replied, entering the room to set Grayson’s medication on the nightstand with a bottle of water and a sandwich to eat. “Here, G.”

He sat her up next to him, then propped himself up in the bed, grabbing the medication and water. “Thanks, babe.” He took the pills, then took the plate of food and set it in his lap.

“Mine?” GiGi asked, pointing to his sandwich that she knew wasn’t hers.

“No.” Grayson grunted as he took a bite.

“Bite?”

“No no, baby,” (Y/N) chided, shaking her head. “it has tomatoes.”

“GiGi no “yike” dat.” She scrunched her face in the exact way that her daddy does it.

Oh, another thing she despises—tomatoes. There have been way too many instances where GiGi thought she could handle tomato soup and it being upchucked onto the hardwood floor.

Ugh. Grayson and (Y/N) prefer to not thing of those days.

But out of the corner of (Y/N)’s eye, she could see him picking the tomatoes off one of the halves of his sandwich. This is a perfect example of how she always gets what she wants.

She ate twenty minutes ago, but she really wanted that sandwich because Daddy had the same one and she has to be like him.

“Brielle.” He chanted her middle name, holding half the sandwich in front of her. “Here. No tomatoes.”

She took it, taking a bite. “Tanks, Daddy.” She replied with her mouth full of meat and lettuce. “Love you.”

“You’re welcome, bug. I love you, too.”

God, this kid.

Or should (Y/N) say, these kids.

[dolan-mendes16]

Across The Pond|E.D

Moving across the globe was never going to be easy, but meeting someone new could change your life.

Word Count: 494 - sorry it’s so short will probably make a part 2

It all started two years ago when you moved from England to LA, trying to find yourself and become a better person. You wanted nothing more than to rediscover yourself after being bullied for most of your life; knowing it would be a difficult journey you were more than ready for a fresh start in the place you had always dreamed of moving to. However the apartment you had recently rented was smaller than expected with wallpaper peeling off of the walls. Now all it needed was a bit of loving and paint.

Fast forward to living in LA for a week and with each day being a new adventure into the lively city, you were yet to make any new friends. But that was all going to change the minute you bumped into a rock solid wall of a man, whilst on your way to get your afternoon coffee. “Omg I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going!” You gasp as the man quickly catches you to stop you from falling. “Hey it was me who wasn’t looking where they were going. The name’s Ethan Dolan!” As you glance up at Ethan, he was gorgeous with glowing hazel orbs. “I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N and I’m really sorry Ethan and OMG I’ll pay for a new coffee!” as you glance at his once freshly brewed coffee now all over the floor. He gave a small chuckle at your horrified expression, Ethan had never seen someone look so adorable at a small accident. “Hey it’s no bother Y/N, however I would love to buy you a coffee and maybe get your number especially when I hear an accent.” A blush creeping on Ethan’s face and your face becoming more red, someone might mistake you for a tomato. “Sure why not, I’ll have a simple black coffee and I’m from England.” You couldn’t believe that after moving here a week ago you could now officially say you had possibly made a new friend. Little did you know that Ethan would become something more than a friend. 

“Well Y/N, what brings a girl like you across the globe to LA?” Ethan asks with a questioning gaze. “Well I wanted to rediscover myself and have always wanted to move here so if not now when?” You smile at Ethan “Oh and by the way Ethan here's my number but I’ve gotta run.” Ethan looked slightly disappointed with you leaving but gladly took your number. “Y/N, what about if I show you LA for what it really is? Maybe get to know you better?” He looks at you with puppy eyes; however you couldn’t let him win you over so quickly. You still hadn’t eaten a proper meal other than takeaways. “Such a nice offer, however I can’t. Maybe some other time, you have my number so call me, or don’t it’s really up to you.” you walked away with a smile knowing that Ethan would call you.

[livexdolan]

Shower Art ~e.d~

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

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

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

Word Count: 1216

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

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

Absolutely not. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A penis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[honestandsincere]

reputation part three

It’s a frosty morning in New York City. The air feels crisp and fresh, in a way that burns your cheeks as blood rushes to their surfaces in an attempt to warm you up. Each windscreen of stagnant cars is opaque with a thin layer of ice, hiding empty coffee cups or opened notebooks on backseats from the night before. Despite the chill, New York couldn’t be more awake. The city moves at its relentless pace; taxi cabs weave through streets, commuters pace the sidewalks with phones pressed to their ears, dog-walkers are out in their force at the early hour. The energy is ceaseless.

Y/n grips her cup of tea tighter in her hand, willing the warmth to seep through the cardboard and into her numbed fingertips. Her nose tingles and with her free hand, she pulls her beanie over her ears. The park bench beneath her is cold so she begins bouncing her thighs up and down to try and generate some warmth. She takes her time to people-watch, observing the clusters of people that pass her and taking in the scenes around her. Even in the heart of Central Park, everyone has a determined sense of direction, only tourists seem to dawdle and take their time immersing themselves in the early light of the day.

It must be about eight thirty by now, rush hour slowly coming to its close. Yet the park is still bustling with life as artists set up their canvases along the perimeters of the footpaths, displaying their oil pastel masterpieces for the public to gawp at. Y/n sips her tea and flicks her wrist so she can check her watch.

“Early bird catches the worm, y/l/n,” she looks up at the sound of his voice. There he stands, a few feet from her, smirking despite being red-faced and breathing heavily. “Nice of you to join me, Mr Dolan,” y/n rakes her eyes up and down his figure, taking in his grey sweatpants and maroon Harvard hoodie. “Figured I’d get a run in before our meeting,” he takes a few steps forward and then flops onto the bench beside her, “please call me Ethan, this isn’t formal.” “Any meeting with you is formal, Mr Dolan.”

Ethan laughs at her persistence, blowing air out of his lips and running a hand through his disheveled hair. He couldn’t deny that he was excited about their little rendezvous, deciding to go for a run to work off his almost nervous energy. It makes him hate y/n y/l/n. She does look pretty though. She always looks pretty. Her coat looks warm and her adorable beanie made sure he noticed her as soon as he turned the corner towards the park’s center. Y/n turns to face him, cradling the mug in both her hands. “We need to talk,” the way she looks at him makes him feel soft, he pushes this feeling aside with a lighthearted roll of his eyes. “We do, y/l/n.” “That little stunt you pulled, with The Daily Mail, that was smart,” she chuckles, “I can’t pretend I’m not impressed.” Ethan Dolan shrugs his shoulders, basking in her begrudged compliment, “I do try.” “Is there much point in me asking why?” He purses his lips, watching her watch him intently with a furrowed brow, “Hate to spoil the magic for you, but it helps with my image. I also wanted to make the first move.” Y/n scoffs, “You made a move alright, Dolan.” “You can’t deny the chemistry between us,” he wiggles his eyebrows at her. “I can and I will,” she narrows her eyes, as if she’s scanning his every detail, “I don’t think you understand how transparent you are. This was never about our ‘chemistry’, this is you trying to save your own skin.” Ethan wishes she was right.Y/n is, to an extent. If the public saw that he was in a relationship with the woman that wrote a stellar article about him, they’d go wild. The world is a huge sucker for romance, the cheesier and least realistic the scenario the better. Their photograph at Delevigne’s was too good an opportunity to pass up. LIFE Magazine sales are only increasing, people desperate to try and read between y/n’s lines in an attempt to decipher the compelling private life of Ethan Dolan. It also makes sense that they’re in a relationship; he’s successful and attractive, she’s successful and attractive. Of course, Ethan’s reputation would be saved too. Having the world think that y/n was committed to him meant that any article she published ‘exposing’ his antics would be seen as a fluke or perhaps some kind of magazine hack. Ethan could also release a statement claiming he and y/l/n have separated and the only reason she wrote the article was to spite him. He has to admit, it’s clever. But he can’t ignore the fact that it stretches beyond that. It’s not entirely a stunt to save himself. He’s grown to like y/n, he can see aspects of himself in her persistence. She doesn’t throw herself at him, he has to work to spend time with her. It’s all very old fashioned, the whole putting in the effort. Ethan Dolan is not accustomed to trying his hardest to woo a woman. Through making this statement that they are exclusive, it gives him more time with her, a chance to prove himself and change her mind. Y/n monopolizes on his silence, “I’ll compromise, if you don’t change your little business tactics, I’ll publish draft one. If you do decide to reevaluate your principles, consider the article binned.” She looks away from him, her cheeks burning with repressed anger. Y/n doesn’t like getting annoyed, she also doesn’t like Ethan Dolan knowing he has an effect on her. Ethan ponders her words, they make sense. Frankly, since he’d read her first draft he had been thinking about Dolan & Dolan’s principles as a company. He’s always seen himself as a philanthropist, even when he and Grayson were knocking down office blocks to make room for their skyscrapers, he’d offered redundant employees jobs. Granted, they were higher paid jobs with better working conditions and the paternity leave scheme is one of the greatest the city has ever seen. All he’s done wrong is lie. If Ethan Dolan was to tell the world that he makes his money through crippling businesses until they have no choice but to sell themselves to him, it doesn’t sound too great. But, if he lets everyone know that he’s rebuilding derelict communities and providing better employment for the people of New York, it’s a different matter. Y/n’s first draft is scathing, to say the least. She writes from an overt point of distaste and Ethan has to remind himself she’d planned out her writing before actually meeting him. He likes to think that maybe she was taken aback by personable he is, but he stops himself from being too arrogant. Y/n y/l/n can write, which is his blessing and his curse. She’s his own double-edged sword, a grenade that could explode any second, his secret weapon and his own downfall. Her ambivalence is brilliant. “I’m not expecting you to change, Mr Dolan. I know that it’s not in your nature to change your mind, but don’t think that this little game of mommies and daddies is gonna stop me.” “You drive a hard bargain, y/l/n,” he finally speaks, folding his arms across his chest and keeping his eyes on her side profile. “This isn’t a deal, it’s never been a deal. It’s about you doing the right thing,” y/n exhales heavily, sipping her tea. She’s tired of Ethan Dolan ignoring the truth. “I’ll think about it,” Ethan says, smiling at the way her eyes widen in shock, “but I’m gonna need you to do something for me in return.” It’s hard not to laugh when she’s brought back to reality, a scowl gracing her features. “The Robin Hood Foundation is throwing a charity gala this Friday, come as my date and I’ll talk to Grayson.” Y/n laughs, a full-bellied laugh that causes her shoulders to shake, but it’s tainted with a sense of bitterness, “I should’ve known it wasn’t going to be easy.” “New York City is convinced we’re in love, let’s give them something to talk about.” “Even if I do come with you to this charity party, which is incredibly ironic by the way, there’s no way you’ll do anything to change Dolan & Dolan.” “Never say never, y/l/n.”

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The sporadic flashes are blinding, each being triggered by a shout of their names or an exaggerated compliment. Y/n bears her teeth in a forced smile, trying her hardest not to blink at inconvenient moments. “Miss y/l/n! Turn your head to the right please!” She complies, closing her mouth and placing a hand on her hip. “Who are you wearing tonight, y/n?” She’d been told not to answer questions, so she glances towards her Louboutin heels quickly to compose herself. “Is it true wedding bells are ringing?” Y/n’s eyes flicker towards the incessant flashes, she laughs. She poses again, crossing her legs like the girls Vogue rave about. Since the overwhelming success of her article, y/n has become no stranger to photographs. The paparazzi have been following her every move since Ethan Dolan declared that they were ‘exclusive’. Y/n has been greeted by ominous flashes on her way into the office, swarmed at the local grocery store and bombarded by absurd questions while clambering out of the cab. She’s learned to keep her head down, to not give anything away, not so much for her own sake but to avoid inflating Dolan’s ego. Her face being on gossip sites and social media feeds is all too familiar. Y/n's taught herself how to pose. "Have I mentioned that you look ravishing this evening, y/l/n?" a warm palm comes to rest between her shoulder blades as his hot breath graces her cheek. The shouts of the photographers become louder as y/n slides her arm around his suit-clad waist. "Too many times," she grimaces. Ethan's hand grazes down her back to rest on her hip, pulling her into his side and kissing her cheek. He enjoys the charade, milking every moment for what it's worth. Y/n wants to scold him for almost smudging her painstakingly flawless makeup, but she's remained composed for too long to ruin the facade now. He looks good, that cannot be denied. Ethan Dolan always looks unspoiled, it's genetic, but tonight he looks better. His blazer and bright crimson dress pants make him look younger than the regular black suit he wears for business, reminding y/n that he's just as juvenile as she is. He's taken the liberty of shaving, she wonders how soft his jaw is now it's devoid of stubble but catches her mind wandering. Y/n cannot afford to get enraptured in Ethan Dolan's minor details. "They love us," he mumbles, as he waves to a pap that seems familiar. "I should hope so," y/n speaks through her teeth as she smiles, her cheeks are beginning to hurt. "The world can't resist an attractive couple." "Too bad it's all an act then." She cranes her neck to kiss his cheek, slinking away from his familiar grasp and following an assistant dressed in black along the carpet. Y/n feels like she can breathe now that the cameras are far behind her. She's lead through the huge doors of Guastavino's, lifting the floating skirt of her dress in order to step into the building. The lobby is bustling with waiters and chaperones, guiding New York's elite into the reception area of the gala. Beside the huge glass reception desk, two large display boards present the smiling face of Ethan Dolan, along with other seemingly legitimate philanthropists as they are thanked for their generosity. If y/n did not know any better she'd be proud. She's researched the foundation and Ethan does, in fact, donate an unfathomable amount of money to the cause on an annual basis. It's impressive, commendable. She just wishes everything was like this, that Dolan & Dolan were as praiseworthy as they appear. "If you come this way, Miss y/l/n, I'll take you to your table," the young woman with long auburn hair smiles. Y/n follows her through the huge double doors into the dinner hall, snatching a gasp at the dimly lit room. Its scalloped ceilings are illuminated by golden lights attached to the stunning pillars dotted around the room. Tables are draped with velvet cloths and huge centerpieces are decorated with gold-tipped lilies. It's stunning, to say the least. Y/n and her chaperone weave through the partially filled tables until they reach one towards the venue's stage. She spots Grayson sat with his back to the screen playing a slideshow of the charity's patrons, his hands moving animatedly as he converses with a middle-aged man. The young girl gestures to an empty seat and y/n sits, thanking her before watching her march away. "Y/n!" Grayson cheers, his attention drifting from his discussion to her, "So glad you could make it tonight. Isn't this amazing?" "It's lovely to see you, Mr Dolan," she smiles politely. He scoffs, "Call me Grayson. You're dating my brother, we're on first name bases now." Y/n wonders if Grayson knows. He and Ethan are twin brothers, they're bound to be close, but she knows that Grayson is just about as good as a middle school girl at keeping a secret. Would Ethan risk telling him? If they're 'relationship' is destined for inevitable failure, maybe it's for the best that he believes it too. The younger Dolan shifts in his seat, "Y/n, this is David van Douglas, one of the Foundation's CEOs," he gesticulates to the man beside him. Van Douglas holds out a hand to her, she shakes it with a firm grip, "What an honor it is to meet you, Miss y/l/n. I'm such a big supporter of your work." Y/n grins, "Thank you so much. If anything I should be honored to be in your presence, Mr van Douglas. Your work is truly amazing." "We'd be nothing without the Dolans' donations," he admits, shrugging a little in his Givenchy suit. "Dave, you know it's the least we can do," Grayson pats the older man on the back, "tonight is going to be such a success." "Yes, the venue looks beautiful," y/n adds, glancing around her again. A pair of hands come to rest on her bare shoulders. She can smell Paco Rabanne's Invictus, it's unmistakably him. His thick fingers stroke her soft skin gently, it's affectionate. "I see you've met my other half, David," y/n can hear the smirk in his voice. "I have and she's enchanting," van Douglas rises to his feet and steps towards Ethan, pulling him from y/n and into a hug, "it's good to see you, Ethan." "You too, it's been too long." Y/n turns to watch the men embrace, noting the way Ethan claps van Douglas on the back, the same way Grayson had done earlier. They mumble something that isn't intelligible, so she shifts back towards Grayson. She's taken aback by the way his eyes are boring into her, a smirk plastered on his chiseled face. "I know," he mouths. --------------- "So then I said to her, 'Cecelia, you can't not have caviar at your sixth birthday party, that's simply reprehensible!' and she was completely vexed for the rest of the week!" "Oh Pierre, she sounds delightful!" "A real handful!" "Utterly adorable!" Y/n has not spoken for at least an hour. The socialites around her delve into a conversation she can't quite understand. Their lives do not compare to hers, they're topics of conversation span well beyond her own comprehension. It's a little too intense. She nods politely and forces laughter when the others laugh, her eyes flicking to the Rolex on Ethan's wrist, praying time would move considerably faster. "It's not you, it really is this boring," he whispers in her ear, his arm coming around the back of her seat in order to be closer to her. "I never doubted my judgment," she hisses. "Your mediocre acting says otherwise," Ethan chuckles. "I didn't think Ethan Dolan settled for mediocre." Words are forming on his lips when he's interrupted by a slim woman with high cheekbones, "Ethan! Do tell us how you and Miss y/l/n met!" A medley of hums of agreement spurs y/n to turn towards him, taking in his champagne-flushed cheeks and fixed eyes. Ethan chuckles, running his fingers along y/n's forearm, drawing little patterns into her skin. This is going to be interesting. "I think it was love at first sight," he shrugs, earning a chorus of besotted whines and a fake smile from y/n, "I've never been so enraptured by a human being. When we met for our interview at The Ritz, she blew me away. I was and am in awe." All eyes turn to y/n, urging her to continue their story. She's never been exceptionally good at improvisation, she clears her throat. "He's so fascinating," she begins, glancing at Ethan for approval, "I told myself I wouldn't fall for him because I adhere to my professionalism, but I guess I'll make the exception for love." The table applauds them with gushing compliments and huge grins. Ethan quirks an eyebrow in surprise, he didn't expect her to be so convincing. Y/n's eyes rake over those surrounding her until her gaze meets Grayson. He shakes his head slowly, impressed by her facade, licking his lips in incredulity. Y/n can't help but laugh, leaning into Ethan's side casually. "Tell me that was mediocre," she mumbles into his jaw, placing a kiss there for effect. Ethan is stunned. He keeps underestimating y/n y/l/n. This might be his greatest downfall, his Achilles heel in his otherwise indestructible nature. He's not weak by any means, but she makes him feel significantly less powerful. Ethan Dolan does not question himself, but part of him is beginning to wonder whether or not he's bitten off more than he can chew. Y/n y/l/n is fire and he doesn't enjoy the thrill being burned. The topic of conversation steers away from one of Ethan's lies to another. His business. The gala's guests are all deeply engaged by the Dolans' capability at such a young age, teasing information out of them as the champagne continues to flow. "So, Ethan tell us about your plans for the future." "Honestly Celine, the only way is up. Not that I can go any higher." The cackles are sickening, this is the side of Ethan Dolan that is so detestable. "How do you feel about potential partnerships?" "I don't think there's any company that could offer Grayson and me anything we don't already have. We're becoming too good at what we do." Y/n fights the urge to roll her eyes. "There are plenty of CEOs killing themselves to get some kind of share in Dolan & Dolan." "I know," Ethan takes a sip of his drink, his hand running up and down y/n's arm, "but adding other organizations into our midst seems unnecessary. It's not like we need the business equivalent of Viagra." He triggers sniggers with his crude comment. Y/n thinks she's about to burst, her mouth is working faster than her brain and before she can control herself words are spilling out in front of her. "Of course, we're all too familiar with Viagra, aren't we, honey?" Choked guffaws spring up around them. Celine covers her mouth with her jeweled hand. David van Douglas snorts. Grayson's eyes are as wide as his empty dinner plate. Ethan Dolan clenches his jaw, his fingers tracing on her skin have ceased their movement and he takes a big inhalation of air. Someone called Bart quickly raves about his steak and suddenly the table tries their best to shift the conversation away from y/n's wildly inappropriate remark. Ethan is silent, which isn't unlike him. Y/n's noticed the way he enjoys observing, it allows him to charm his audience. He analyzes before making comments, thinking out his every word. It's what makes him so alluring. Grayson fills silences with trivial small talk, Ethan's approach is always tactical. But now, he's flabbergasted. Words are not coming to mind, he's close to flipping the velvet-covered table and storming out of Guastavino's. He's been licked by y/n's flames. She feels her heart pound with adrenaline. It's a pleasant rush, she feels accomplished. Embarrassing Ethan Dolan is great fun. Y/n sips her champagne, reveling in her success. Ethan retracts his arm from around the back of her seat, she notices the way she suddenly misses his contact, feeling the weight of it on her. He raises himself to his feet. Y/n assumes he's escaping to the smoking area outside to blow off some steam by blowing smoke. The older twin reached for a clean fork on the table and his flute filled with bubbly liquid. Y/n's breath catches in her throat as he begins to tap the metal on the glass. "Speech!" a voice shouts across the room and the hall descends into silence, everyone is in Ethan Dolan's palm. "Thank you," he dips his head in a way that would be considered humble by the audience, "tonight has been truly magical, having everybody here to celebrate a brilliant cause. The Robin Hood Foundation has been doing great work for years, and to be named one of the year's most generous patrons is truly such an honor. Success is nothing without humility and generosity, which is why I can't think of anything better to do with Dolan & Dolan Enterprise's money than donate to such a worthy charity." The rooms erupts into civil applause, embellished with the odd whoop of appreciation. Ethan clears his throat and continues to speak. "As you all know, this year has been a whirlwind for my business and me. I feel as though I have become a new man, rediscovered what it is about business that keeps me so entranced and excited. Charity work is definitely one of my main motivators, but I have found a new one; love." Y/n's palms are damp, she looks to Grayson who sends her a shrug. Ethan is too unpredictable. "Y/n y/l/n is undoubtedly the love of my life. She has given the man who has everything more than he could ever imagine. I'm so so so in love with her. She makes life worth living, I wake up every morning with a new sense of passion and verve about business. I couldn't be more in love with you, y/n," he turns to stroke her cheek dramatically before facing his avid audience, "Who knows, maybe wedding bells will be ringing this time next year?" Y/n is deafened by the clapping. Everyone around her has their eyes fixed on her. Ethan pulls her to her feet and into a hug, she has no choice but to wrap her arms around his built frame. "It takes two to tango, y/l/n. I'm a great dancer." --------- "At least he didn't propose," Grayson pats y/n on the back sympathetically, "I wouldn't have put it past him." Y/n scoffs, slamming the rest of her gin and tonic down her throat and sliding her empty glass along the bar to the waiter serving them. He takes this as a signal to pour her another drink. "He's gone and extended the expiry date of our 'relationship'." "Exactly, it could be a lot worse," Grayson wants to tell her it's her own fault for aggravating his brother, but y/n is not in a state to be told she's wrong. She sends him a sarcastic smile. The number of guests that have approached her congratulating her on her stellar career and stunning boyfriend is enough to make her queasy. Y/n is sick of the words 'thank' and 'you' by now. It's all too much. Having to pretend to be civil with Ethan Dolan is bad enough, having to fake being in love with him is impossible. The devil incarnate swaggers over to the bar, his blazer discarded on the table nearest the bar. He pulls Grayson into a weird bro-hug that y/n will never understand and mumbles something to his brother about giving them some time to talk. The younger Dolan taps y/n's hand and slides off the bar stool, heading outside for some air. Y/n rolls her eyes as Ethan resumes his brother's position, shaking her head. "As I said earlier, they love us," he grins. Y/n doesn't reply, she nods a thank you to the bartender when he hands her the cold glass. She takes a big gulp and places it back down on the bar, running her finger along the rim. "It'd be such a shame if we had to end things, don't you think?" he watches her intently, perceiving the way her bottom lip is slightly pouted and her brow is drawn into a furrow. Y/n doesn't respond, her eyes staring into her drink, scorning the fact the ice to alcohol ratio is bitterly disappointing. "Listen, y/n-" "Your ego never ceases to amaze me," she snaps. Ethan is pleased she's interacting with him, but he jumps at her outburst, he doesn't bother trying to speak again. "You act like you're so much better than everyone here, your 'holier than thou' trope is getting a little repetitive. Honestly, Ethan, your hubris will be your downfall." Her hands move avidly as she talks, she's turned on her stool to face him, her eyes fiercely wide. He stares at her blankly, letting her release her tipsy rant. He thanks God that the bar is empty. Ethan notes this is the first time she's used his name. Just his name. It sounds nice, pretty in her voice. He takes her flailing hands in his, she doesn't wriggle them to release herself from his grip. She likes the way his skin feels against hers, consequently, she hates herself for feeling this way. "Unlike Lear or Faustus or Icarus, my flaw isn't fatal. You know this is a show, this is all fake; my persona, everything. You think you know who I am, y/n. You're wrong." "Don't try and win me over with literary references," she huffs. "Why? Are they working?"

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PART THREE! This has been a long-ish time coming! I took a few days off just to relax and celebrate my exams coming to an end, so a huge thank you for being patient! Once again, I am so overwhelmed by the feedback and love for this series. I’m really immersed in businessman Ethan’s world, so I hope you are too! Let me know what you think! - K xx

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[definitelydolans]

A concept ~

can you imagine going to Coachella with the boys??? Like Oml what a fuking BLAST. And you know damn well that those boys would be protective as HELL over you. Dating, friends or otherwise they would FREAK if you got lost or if they couldn’t see you. They’d be so scared of losing you bc your so small awe

[ladystrombwick]

Look at him