Oct 5, 2020
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I’m in love with them. That’s it.
a concept about y/n just lovin on Ethan when he's insecure about his acne, just giving him kind words and cuddles
basing this on when his acne was closer to its peak fyi
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february 2020
“Only if we order it in. Postmate it on my card.”
He wasn’t doing well that day. Curled up on the bed with a hoodie and a beanie on, expertly pulled down over his forehead like he always so carefully placed it these days.
“Okay, what do you want?”
“Usual.” His tone was short, and he was lucky that the two of you had been to Monty’s enough times for you to know that meant a double burger, fries, diet rootbeer and a coffee milkshake. It was a usual send day meal for him that was becoming a three-times-a-week-meal.
You knew the turn that the evening would most likely take.
You weren’t sure when it would hit him, become too much. You cuddled up to his neck, hoping that maybe tonight it wouldn’t be so bad. His arm curled around your waist, pulled you tighter against him. That was a good sign at least - on his worst days, he didn’t want anyone to touch him, not even you. It made you hesitant to even get up to go get the food at the door - who knew how he would feel when you got back into the room.
Grayson watched you with sad eyes when you answered the door, accepted the paper bags and drink carrier with a smile from the delivery man.
“He alright?”
“Not sure. Hasn’t eaten much all day, but he said Monty’s sounded good.”
“That’s the third time this week.”
“I know.”
“It’s thursday.”
“Grayson I know.”
“He’s self sabotaging Y/N, he’s just...”
He sighed, running his hand through his hair, trailing off. His frustration was obvious - his usual tough love approach wouldn’t work, and every time he tried to talk to Ethan when he was in a low place about his acne, it never went well.
You were both surprised when you heard footsteps, bare feet soft on the floor as he made his way into the kitchen.
“Did you get some too?” Ethan’s eyes followed their usual trail when he looked at Grayson - eyes first, then forehead. Smooth forehead. ‘Perfect’ forehead as E called it when he was pissed off mid acne-discussion. Your heart cracked a bit further when you watched him readjust the beanie, making sure it was covering everything it could, eyes dropping down to his feet.
“Nah, I made veggie soup earlier. There’s plenty of leftovers if you wanna help me knock it out tomorrow. Can’t eat it all by myself.” It was his subtle way of offering a healthy meal without shoving it down his brother’s throat.
“Yeah.” His eyes moved to yours. “Wanna watch another episode?”
“Sure,” you smiled, taking his hand as he headed back to the room. You unpacked the bags once you got settled on the bed, frowning as Ethan shifted around on top of the covers.
“You good?”
“S’ hot in here,” he mumbled, wrestling with his hoodie and pulling it over his head.
His beanie fell with it, and you got a glimpse of the skin he’d been trying so desperately to hide all day. It was red and angry, agitated by the medicine he’d started on. They’d told him it would probably get worse before it got better, and it seemed like it had, even in just the first few weeks. You’d never seen him so unconfident before, so determined to hide from everyone, even you... even Grayson.
He scrambled to get the black knit fabric, pulling to down over his head again, too far down.
“You might be hot cause of the hat,” you said before you thought about it. His eyes flickered to yours - accusatory.
“I’m fine.”
“Right.” You tried not to take it personally, knew that he wasn’t trying to be short with you. But that didn’t mean it didn’t sting just a little bit.
Dinner was consumed mostly in silence, the show neither of you were really watching playing mindlessly in the background, making it less uncomfortable. But it seemed like every bite made him more angry, more annoyed.
By the time he got to the milkshake, he was scowling, almost spilling it when he sat it on the nightstand.
“What’s wrong?”
“I keep doing this to myself. Grayson was right, I’m self sabotaging.”
You gulped around the fry you were trying to get down.
“You heard that.”
“You all weren’t exactly quiet,” he grumbled. “I don’t know why I keep doing this. I feel like shit, so I eat shitty. But then I feel even more shitty cause I ate like shit. It’s a fucking cycle and I don’t know how to break it.”
“I can help you with that. If you’ll talk to me.” You tried it, hoping maybe now would be the time he’d decide to let you in. The only time he was willing to talk about it all was when he was already at the breakdown stage, and that generally just consisted of you reassuring him and trying to comfort him. You’d yet to have a productive conversation about it.
But he just looked at you, eyes unreadable.
“I feel gross. I’m gonna shower,” were the words he finally chose. “I’ll clean up once I’m out.”
You watched him walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind him as the tears prickled in your eyes. Fighting them back, you gathered the bags and wrappers in one hand and his milkshake in the other before you headed to the kitchen.
You were able to hide your face from Gray until you stowed the shake in the freezer. He saw the redness in them and frowned. He’d treated you like a sister ever since Ethan had brought you into his life, and he was as protective of you as he was anyone else.
“What’d he say?”
“Nothing.”
“Y/N, you know he’s not himself right now. Whatever it was, he didn’t mean it.”
“He didn’t say anything Gray. That’s the problem, he won’t talk to me. I don’t know how to help him, and it’s killing me.”
“Hey. C’mere.” Grayson was waving you over when you finally looked at him, and just that was enough to almost make you cry all over again. He stood up from his chair, wrapping you in a hug that was sturdy but soft at the same time somehow. He just held you for a minute, both of your worries unspoken but understood as you squeezed yourself against him.
“All we can do is love him. That’s all we can do,” he said, and you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or to himself.
You took those words with you when he let go, mulled them over as you went back to the room, heard the shower running behind the door.
You brazened yourself for the rejection you knew was going to come as you went into the bathroom, stripping down and taking a deep breath before you pulled the shower door open.
Ethan was standing under the water, letting it run over him as he stood perfectly still, a statue in the rain. He flinched when you wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing up against his back. He was vulnerable here, no clothes to hide behind. So you weren’t all too surprised that once you made your way around his form, hands coming up to his shoulders, then his neck and then his jaw, he caught your fingers, stopping them.
“Don’t.” He turned his head away from you, staring at the rough rock wall to your left, looking anywhere but at you.
“Ethan... please.”
It took a minute, but he finally looked back at you, eyes sad and void of the Ethan that you knew, the confident, bubbly man that you’d fallen for so long ago.
“Don’t act like you don’t see them. Don’t act like they aren’t disgusting.” He couldn’t look you in the eyes when he said it.
“No part of you could ever be disgusting to me. And of course I see them. But it doesn’t change how I look at you. I love you, no matter what.” You hoped with every fiber of your being that your words got through to him.
“You have to say that.”
“I don’t.”
“You do. You’re my girlfriend, it’s what you’re supposed to say.”
“Oh, right. Cause I’m being held hostage here. I’m choosing to be here because I love you. No amount of bumps on your face is gonna change that for me. Because you’re you. And I know you don’t feel like yourself right now, but I know you’re still you. And you’re gonna come out of this stronger. I know you are.” The words spilled out before you could stop them, and the tears did too.
When he finally looked at you, you could tell he was crying too. He hadn’t found his voice yet, but you didn’t care. The way he looked at you told you everything you needed to know.
As gently as you could you traced your hands up over his head, over the short soft hairs, and then around to his face. You knew they were sore, didn’t want to get more oil on them that could make it worse.
You ran your fingers over them anyways, felt the raised skin, his skin, his face that he hadn’t let you touch in so long. So you cried. You both cried, let it mix in with the water as you traced over him, over and over, no hesitation to be found. His hands held onto your hips, fingers squeezing there as he let you touch him, let himself be felt for the first time since December.
You stayed until the water ran cold, but you stayed close as you dried off, eventually collapsing back into bed in each other’s arms once you were dressed.
“Thank you,” he murmured once he tucked his face up against your neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You let those words hang in the air for a few moments before you remembered something. “Question.”
“Answer,” he said, perking up a bit.
“Can we eat your milkshake now?”
He laughed, a delicious sound, before he nodded, rolling off of you so you could both get up and head to the kitchen. You talked while it thawed, your voices traveling down the hall and making Grayson raise his eyebrows.
When he snuck down the hallway he couldn’t help but smile - the man in his kitchen was the man he hadn’t seen in a few months, and he’d never been happier to see him coming back to him, little by little with your help.
1 & 6 !! thank u:)))
1.“Bend over, I’m not kidding.”
6.“Slap my ass again and I’ll make you fuck me in that closet.”
You and Ethan were currently at a wedding, invited by the bride who had been a friend of yours in high school. You were wearing a short baby pink dress that perfectly hugged each curve of your body, tempting Ethan to have thoughts extremely too dirty for the occasion.
“Why’d you have to wear that dress? You know it drives me crazy.” He murmurs in your ear, currently standing behind you as you watch others dance around the main wood floor of the big hall.
“Well since you decided to not let me cum the other night that’s just what happens.” You smirk, remembering how you were a brat that night so you got a resulting punishment.
You can feel him just shaking his head behind you, letting his hand gently slap against your ass in the tight dress.
“Ethan!” You turn your head and admonish him for doing such a thing in a hugely public setting.
“Oh shush, no one can see the lights are off.” He does it again, harder this time but impossible to hear over the music pumping through the speakers in the large building.
“Slap my ass again and I’ll make you fuck me in that closet.” You whisper into his ear, nodding your chin towards the coat closet across the room.
Immediately, his hand is wrapped around your wrist and he’s pulling you towards the closet you referred to. As soon as the two of you reach it he’s pulling you in and closing the door right behind you.
“Bend over.” He demands. You give him a strange look, not believing he will actually do anything while the wedding is going on right outside even though they are just dancing and the loud music would probably drown out any sound you made. “I’m not kidding.”
You grab the top of a chair in the small space and bend over, the fabric of your dress inching up as you lower your top half down. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, noticing that you’re wearing his favorite pair of panties; a matching pink lace with a bow placed on each side. He’s immediately on his knees behind you, taking down the small piece of cloth quickly before burying his face into you, tongue traveling from your tighter hole to your clit in a matter of seconds. You jut forward at the sudden contact, a moan slipping from your lips as he continues to suck and nibble on your clit before plunging his tongue into your cunt.He’s holding your legs up so that you don’t fall as he makes you cum on his face.
He stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Turn around, on your knees.” His voice is rough and demanding and you do as he orders. The next thing you know he’s taking his cock out of his black slacks and your mouth is wrapped around him. You bob your head and get his hard length wet with saliva before he grabs your hair in a fist and fuks your face, clearly not going as fast as he wants to. You look up at him with wide eyes, wanting him to go full boar so that he can cum down your throat. He notices and starts going faster before releasing his cum into your mouth so that you can swallow it all down in one big gulp.
He helps you to your feet and you both adjust yourselves before making your way back out to the party, your underwear securely held in his pants pocket.
34! Take your time babe
Thank you for the request! You didn't specify who so I chose Ethan and made it kinda sad. Hope that's okay 🥺
Anyways, enjoy!
“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle.”
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Ethan groans when he hears the knock on his door.
Everyone knows that Ethan loves his sleep. Especially when he’s only been in bed for an hour or so because he had been up all night, editing a video that was due to be uploaded the following day.
A part of him wanted to throw his cover over his head and go back to sleep but he knew he would never forgive himself if it was something seriously important. And besides, there’s only two people it could be. You – the newest member of the household – or Grayson.
“Who is it?” he grumbles, reaching over to illuminate his phone screen. With squinted eyes he reads ‘03:48’.
You croak out a response, making Ethan think that you had only recently awoke. Truth is you hadn’t slept, even the smallest amount. “It’s me. I– I really need a cuddle–”
“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle? Are you serious?” when he opens his door, the sight he sees right in front of him, shatters his heart entirely. “Shit–”
You stood unsteadily, holding an all too familiar picture frame close to your chest as tears freely rolled down your cheeks and onto the oversized t-shirt you had slipped on just moments ago to seek comfort.
Your glassy doe-like eyes lock with Ethan’s, seemingly causing a lump to form in his throat.
He’s not gonna cry, he not gonna cry–
Your tears often set off a chain reaction with him. The majority of the time, without fail too.
“C’mere, sweetheart” he coaxes. As he hooks an arm around the back of your neck, to pull you into his chest, that’s when you let go completely. Ethan’s shoulder soon becomes soaked from all of the tears and muffled sobs that refused to stop occurring. But he didn't mind. He just wanted to be there for you.
Thoughtfully, he walks you further into his room to close the door, giving you the privacy you need in your time of need.
After leading you to his bed, he assists you in laying down before slipping himself in behind you and throwing the covers over you both. Wrapping both of his arms around your waist, he gently pulls you back against his warm body, followed by placing a kiss atop your head.
“I miss them s-so much,” you cry, clutching onto the frame tighter as you curl yourself up into a ball.
“I know angel- I know-” he coos, holding you tighter.
Ethan may love his sleep but nowhere near as much as he loves you.
“You’ll get through this, i promise.”
So based on Ethan and Kristina’s one year. I decided to do a one year inspired blurb. Enjoy
Warning: Smut, language and cuteness I guess, a grouchy Grayson.
You were up making breakfast for your boyfriend, Ethan. Today you were celebrating your one year as a couple. You were wearing one of his shirts that looked like a dress on you and a pair of panties. A smile on your face as memories flashed in your mind. From the time you met all the way till now, your heart warming at the feeling. You were distracted that you didn’t hear a certain someone make his way into the kitchen.
“G’Morning, baby.” He husked into your ear. You gasped in surprise and turned around and were soon face to face with Ethan.
“Happy one year anniversary.” He spoke planting a sweet kiss one your surprised lips.
“What’s all this?” He motioned to the stuff you had cooking on the stove.
“I wanted to surprise you.” You pouted cutely, poking his chest.
“Aw, I’m sorry, bubs. When I didn’t find you on bed I freaked out.” He proceeded to plant kisses on your face as you giggled at his cuteness.
“I think this is done. I’ll just take this off the stove. Turning off the stove and grabbing two plates and piled the food on.
“I think I’ve suddenly become hungry for something else.” He murmured, voice low. Something stirred in your stomach as you ceased your actions and turned to face him.
“What?” You ask with a raised brow. An amused look really.
“I said, I’ve suddenly become hungry for something else.” He whispered in your ear, a shiver ran through your body. You stared up at him as he looked back at you with a hungry look.
“E-Ethan?”
“(Y/N).” He lifted you up and placed you on the counter as he made work of removing your underwear then tossing it somewhere.
“God…you’re fuckin’ wet.” He groans at the sight of your wet heat. You whimper imapatiently, waiting for him to do something already.
“Mind if I?” He gestures towards your slick.
“Go ahead, baby.” You whimper with a firm grip of his hair. Ethan dives right in. Sloppy, wet sounds echo throughout the room as he eats you like a starved man.
“Oh God!” You cry out. Fuck, he was good. Ethan smirked against your heat as he took your throbbing clit into his mouth, your grip getting tight if possible.
“Ethan!”
“Mm, you taste good, princess.” He moans, alternating between your clit and hole.
“Ahhhhh! Holy shit.” He surprises you with the addition of his thick fingers hitting you in all the right places.
“I need you, Ethan! Can’t wait anymore.” You wail. As good as this felt, you need something more filling. Ethan pulls back and quirks his eyebrow at you. He drops his boxers and smirks at you.
“No problem.” He grabs you by your hips once again. He gives himself a few pumps before aligning his hard cock against your weeping entrance.
“Please, Ethan.” You sob in anticipation. He pecks your forehead softly before he pushes in. With a deep groan he is fully sheathed inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” He grits. Thrusting slowly, building a pace. You had a firm grip on his shoulders because you knew you would go flying.
“Tell me how you feel, baby. You feeling good?” Sweat dripped down his forehead as his face hovered over yours.
“Good, E, feels so good.” You bit your lip at the feeling.
“That’s a good girl. You’re such a good girl. Fuck, I love you so much.” He rasps.
“I love you..ah..too, E.” You whimper as a tear slowly rolls down your check. He wipes it away as plants kisses on your neck.
“Getting close, babygirl?” He asked you, biting your earlobe.
“Uh huh..” You gasp.” The feeling a lot stronger. Your vision was getting blurry.
“Come for me, pretty girl. I want to feel you.” Ethan rubs your sensitive nub, feeling you tense up.
“E-Ethan!” You shout, releasing all over his member. He gives you a couple of more hard thrusts before he pulls out a releases all over your thighs.
“Fucking hell.” He sighs. He looks at you and smiles pulling you up in a sitting position.
“I love you, baby. Happy one year, darling. ” He kisses your check and brushes hair away from your face.
“I love you too. Here’s to many more years like this. Happy anniversary.” You kiss his nose and cup his face giving him a sweet kiss to his plush lips after.
“Really guys? On the fucking counter too?” A dishevelled looking Grayson says as he walked in. He shakes his head grumbling to himself as he disappears into his room again. You and Ethan lock eyes as you burst out in laughter.
“I guess we have to clean this counter then.” You giggle. Ethan pulls you into a hug, sighing as you breath in his scent.
“Yeah, before his royal highness gets his panties in a twist.”
just for us//g.d.
(here’s something i wrote today because i was listening to harry styles and thinking about grayson. please let me know what you think!)
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Y/N had decided today was a good day for vlogging since she had so much to do. she was standing in the kitchen talking to her phone, making breakfast. “So right now I’m making this recipe that Grayson and I found a while ago, uh, I wanted to make it by myself before I had Grayson try it because he doesn’t seem like a picky eater but literally all he eats for breakfast is avocado toast so-“
Y/N’s eyes widened as she heard the front door fly open and a set of keys dropped on the floor.
“Y/N?!” Grayson sounded incredibly out of breath and frantic. She called a quick “in the kitchen!” as looked at the camera with a confused look. She heard his fast footsteps towards her and warned him that whatever he was about to say, would be recorded.
“I’m film-“
“I love you.”
Silence fell over the couple as they stared at one another. Grayson walked to Y/N and held her face in his large hands. “We were filming the video, just doing everything like normal and I just realized how much I missed you and wanted you there and how much you’d be laughing at how ridiculous we were being and then I realized that I love you, Y/N. I love you so much and I just left. I left Ethan in the woods because I needed you to know right now that I love you so much.”
Grayson was out of breath by the time he finished his little speech. Y/N had set down he phone halfway through but was too stunned to hit the stop button. They looked into each other’s eyes, communicating silently. Y/N raised up on her tiptoes and kissed Grayson hard. It wasn’t a full make out, just one long, forceful kiss. She was repeating everything he had just said to her, right back to him through that one kiss. He felt it. He knew she was telling him. She needn’t say anything because he knew.
Y/N pulled away from Grayson and he pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you so much, Grayson. So much.” She paused for a moment and continued, “but you need to go get Ethan.”
They both chuckled as Grayson nodded, pulling away from her embrace. “Yea, he’s gonna kill me.”
Grayson found the keys he dropped and gave Y/N one last kiss before making his way back to where he left his twin and Kyle. Y/N looked back down at her phone and realized it was still recording.
“I can’t believe I got that on video. I’m gonna refilm some and cut that last part out. That- that’s just for us.”
dreams ° e
this was requested...well all my past ones were requested...BUT. THIS IS SO CUTE. no warnings. but bad english and grammar and spelling 😘
after about two days of being in the hospital and giving birth to my baby boy, i was in need of a hot shower. once we were home and ethan and gray were sure that i can walk fine, i was finally able to feel clean.
gosh this feels nice, to feel clean. the best feeling ever.
once i was out and had gotten ready, i finally focused on myself in the mirror. my belly wasn’t as big, it’s just squishy now. no life in it. but now in my hands and in my own life.
“just to let you know, you picked the right time to swim fast my little man,” i heard outside the door. i felt myself smile, ethan talking to our son. “and know that your favorite needs to be mommy, she carried you for so long, and you putting her in pain made her mad but she loves you still. and forever will.”
i opened the door and looked at ethan.
“you’re going to be his favorite because i’m probably going to be the bad guy because he’ll be just like you, a turd,” i said laughing. ethan only laughed and shook his head.
“mommy’s only telling lies, hun.” i took this in. the sun coming from the window, shining down on my boys. my son on ethans bare chest, my dream. my eyes watered up but i quickly tried to make them go away, but my sniffles gave it away.
“why are you crying, momma,” ethan said as he held out an arm. i layed right into it and leaned my head on his shoulder.
“i just never thought my dream would come true so quickly,” i said, wiping away a tear that had fallen. ethans hand brushed through my hair and he kissed my forehead.
“i had the same dream. meet a lovely lady, get her number,” he winked at me. “ask her to my princess so she can become my queen one day and i promised her i would make her my love forever. the only thing that surprised me the most, which i love the most,” he looked down at me and kissed my cheek. “was our baby boy, bringing our love to forever and ever.” he ended and more tears fell down.
“i love you ethan dolan.”
“i love you too y/n dolan, and you little one, don’t worry.”
spring fling - ethan dolan
a/n : I’m back to writing! This is based on the song “Sneakers (Sneaky Thing)” by Franky Flowers. I hope you enjoy this:)
I don't think much about her unless I think of spring She left me 'cause I knew that we were only just a fling
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Her idea of the “perfect day out” consisted of walking along the boardwalk with a notebook and a pen in hand, waiting until she found the perfect spot to take a seat and write exactly what she was feeling. Day in, day out, she continued this routine, writing her thoughts out onto her notebook, occasionally doodling and stopping to look up at the ocean ahead of her. The silence that filled the space around her at night vs. the constant chattering sounds of the people around her during the day was enough to keep her coming back day after day.
“Hey! You dropped this.” She turned around and saw him holding her pen. Thank god he stopped to give it to her, it was her favorite, after all. “Oh, thank you.” She says, smiling as she takes it from his hand. “I hope to see you around.” He says with full confidence. “I’m here every day.” She smiles, turning back around and walking away before anything more can be said.