#ethan grant dolan

[alrighttherescarhead]

SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP!!!!!

[norripley]

you can’t convince me these two aren’t the same mf😭😭 my goofs fr

[elitegrayson]

request: y/n and grayson are enemies who happen to share the same friend group. while everyone is having a night out at the club, y/n is being harassed and groped by a guy. she finds grayson and taps the side of his hand to hold hands. graysons about to cuss her out but he immediately goes into protective mode

a/n: i appreciate all of your requests, keep em coming! i hope you enjoy this <3

it was a saturday night and your friends decided they wanted to go out clubbing. your best friend thought it would a good idea for everyone to get ready at her house. she said it'll be easier for everyone could leave from there. it was only four of you guys; rose, you, kent, and grayson. 

now grayson wasn’t particularly your friend. he was more like a coworker, but even then he was barely that. rose and kent know you guys bump heads often, but it’s never gotten too crazy. you only put up with it because wherever kent goes, grayson just has to follow. there’s no escaping him even if you wanted to. it’s the same thing with you and Rose, now that you think about it, but that’s different.

when you walked into the club, the hot air swept across your face. it smelled of hot bodies and alcohol. you like to party, but you’re more of a kickback girl, not a club girl. nonetheless, you wanted to let loose and have some fun.  

“let’s get some drinks! boys, can you go to the bar and get something good?” rose asked, looking over at kent and grayson. 

“we’ll get something for you, but not for y/n.” grayson smirked as you just rolled your eyes.

“oh please, i don’t need you to do anything for me. hell, i’ll get it myself. rose, come with me.” you responded, purposely pushing gray out of the way.

“don’t worry y/n, you’re gonna need me one day!” he yelled out, but you just ignored him, flipping him off as you walked towards the bar. you saw that the bartender was a woman and you instantly felt safe.most of the creeps here always have to comment on your drinks saying that you “couldn’t handle your drinks”.

“hey ladies, what can i get for you?” the bartender smiled, showing off her cheeky dimples.

“hi! um, i’ll take a long island iced tea, please? and what do you want rose?”

“i’ll just have a bloody mary.”

“bloody mary and a long island coming up!” 

one drink turned into at least five more. you kind of stopped counting but all you know is you felt amazing. at this point, you were on the dance floor with rose having the time of your life. music was blasting, you had a couple of drinks in your system, and everything felt great.

“hey, why do you hate grayson so much? he’s nice you know plus he’s our friend.” rose asked, yelling a bit as she leaned into your ear.

you were confused about why she was asking you about him, considering they haven’t been with us since you got your drinks.

“i don’t hate him, i just strongly dislike him. he just annoys me i don’t know. why are you even asking about him, it’s gonna ruin the nighttt.” you replied, slurring your words at the end.

“i think you guys would look cute together, to be honest,” she giggled, slapping your shoulder, but you swiped her hand away.

“gross! there’s no way in fucking hell i’d end up with him. anywho i think i want another drink, wanna come with?” you asked as she shook her head no. you knew in your head you didn’t need another drink, but you wanted one.

you sat down and before you could tell her what you wanted, she already put the drink in front of you. “this last one is on me, girl.” she smiled as you thanked her. a few seconds later, you felt someone’s hot breath on your neck.

“hey there beautiful, are you all alone tonight?” the man said then he touched your lower back slightly.

“hey, do you know what personal space is? and don’t fucking touch me, you don’t know me!” you hissed, standing up and slapping his hands off of you.

“c’mon sweetness, i’ve been watching you all night, and right now i’m tired of watching. i want you, now,” he growled, pushing you closer to him and then he roughly grabbed your ass. immediately you cursed and then slapped him and ran in the other direction.

tears started to brim in your eyes, but you started to look for Grayson. you don’t know why he was the first person to pop into your head, but he was. soon enough you saw him in the corner with a drink in his hand. luckily he was alone so you started to stumble towards him, making your way through the crowd.

you tapped the side of his hand and then you intertwined his with yours. “yo y/n what the fuck are you-“ he stopped when he saw what you looked like. makeup stained by your tears and you could barely stand on your two feet. “gray please i n-need you. i was at the b-bar and a man t-touched me.” you began to cry again, yet you were holding hands with grayson. he smiled at the shorter version of his name. you always called him by his full name so the fact that you called him “gray” made his heart flutter slightly.

he tried to push that in the back of his head so he can focus and try to comfort you. “y/n come here,” he cooed, letting go of your hand and replacing it with your hair. you were leaving a mess on his shirt, but you didn’t care. you just needed his comfort. your mind started to wonder about the words you spoke earlier to him. it was ironic that you were crying in your enemy's arms, but you decided not to say anything. you knew he never predicted this to happen, but that didn’t matter right now. you just needed grayson.

grayson continued to rub your back and whisper comforting things in your ear, but in reality, he was ready to raise hell thinking about the man who touched you. you two have never really been friends and hell he never really gave you the light of day. yet he never wanted anything bad to happen to you, especially something like this. he’s never seen you this drunk before and he definitely won’t admit it, but it’s nice that you found him and not rose or kent.

“y/n, let’s go home yeah? i don’t want you to be here any longer. we need to get you home and in bed.” grayson explained, you looked up at him with glossy, stained mascara eyes and gave him a nod.

“but what about the man? what if we see him on our way out?” you asked, holding on to him even tighter than before.

“i hope we don’t, but if we do that asshole will know to never touch another woman again, especially you y/n. i am so sorry that this happened to you.” by surprise, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. you were shocked of course, but you didn’t say anything. you just smiled to yourself and followed grayson to the entrance.

[graysnutcracker]

Oh my god, guys 🥺💞 I'm so happy for them.

When did they grow up? The twins were 17 when I started watching them... And now Ethan starting his own family 🤧

[impaladolan]

hey can u pls do a fic where grayson is like sm taller than the girl and he’s always like “youre so tiny”. and she just gets flustered whenever she notices how much bigger grayson is than her. 💌

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; being 5”2’ (and a half..) this is the perfect little concept to write! <3 and thank you for sending this in, babes!

Height Differences:

"God, you're so fuckin' tiny." Grayson smirked from a distance, his arms crossed as he watches you balance on your tippy-toes attempting to retrieve something off the top shelf.

In which you fail in doing so..

"Fuck off!" You laugh, turning to give him a devilish glare. You resort to standing on the kitchen counter, swiftly opening the cabinet to revel upon which box of cereal, that you've been trying to reach for a solid couple minutes, to choose.

"Here," Out of nowhere, his hand extends from behind you, grabbing the box you were going for while his other hand curved around the small of your back and abdomen, lifting you from the counter and setting you on the ground softly. He looked down at you with one of those cheeky, sinister grins, making notice of the height difference you both had to endure. He looked unattainably strong and large, like a seductive, monstrous being that could tear you apart.

"Here you go, shortcakes." He hands you his box, and you take it forcefully.

"We've talked about this, Grayson," You huff, setting the cereal on the counter, "I'm not that short, you're just absurdly tall." You go to grab two bowls, relying on your tippy-toes once again, and two spoons from a more accessible drawer.

"So five-two isn't considered short?" He slips his hands to your sides, standing behind you as you set each bowl down and slip the spoons to the sides of them.

"I'm five-two and a half, Grayson!" Notably ruffled by his touch, you proceed to pour cereal in your bowl, half heartedly ignoring his alluring presence. He crouches down to your height, planting a few kisses below your ear, his trimmed beard tickling your neck.

"Exactly my point." He turns you to face him, standing back up as he does so. You look up at him with a scowl, realizing; he towers you.

"I wouldn't say short, I'm just petite." You shrug your shoulders, crumbling under his hooded stare. His hair was grown longer than his usual clean-cut style and it shielded his eyes a bit, revealing a certain ominous look about him that made your body shudder.

"Y/N," He sighs, surprising you as he lifts you to sit on the counter's edge, "petite is short."

"No, Grayson, petite means small, not short." You roll your eyes, palming your forehead with irritation. It was a little bit of a touchy subject, considering the denial of your very own height. But Grayson can't help but love seeing you riled up.

"Stop lying to yourself, it only makes you shorter." He chuckles, the sound of it rumbling through your chest. He lays his hands flat against the tabletop beside your hips, his head completely level with yours and a cocky expression across his face.

"This isn't up for debate." It sounded harsh falling from your lips, but your voice broke near the end and you couldn't contain the laughter. It was kinda funny.

"Even if it was, I'd win." He grins, pressing a simple kiss to your lips.

"You always win.."

[exclusivedolan]

i need a blurb of you playing fighting with grayson but he accidentally gets abit too rough with you && he’s no stop apologising && just loving on you so hard🥺🥺

“gray, give me the remote!! It’s my turn to pick the movie. i wanna watch monsters inc.”

“no, it’s my turn; we watched that last-.”

before grayson could get a chance to finish his sentence, you jumped from your position from the couch and took the controller from graysons hands and darted away from him before he got a grip on you.

you start sprinting towards the podcast room to find ethan and ryan doing some touch up on the podcast before they are ready to send it out, you try and hide behind ethan, but you feel grayson muscular arms grab your waist and throw you over his shoulder.

“graysonnnn!!! put me down now,” you demand with the sternest voice possibly but failing from all the laughter that had come up from your stomach.

grayson then takes the controller from your hands and sits on top of you as lightly as possible but still hard enough so you couldn’t sit up and puts on a documentary , not realizing that he’s put all his weight on your arm and is crushing it to death.

“get off me, grayson.” your voice cracks while you try and compose your pain.

grayson looks down at you and gets off you as quick as possible he didn’t want to sit on you any harder and felt terrible that he hurt his baby girl.

“babe, i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to sit on you that hard... please forgive me.” grayson apologizes while sitting you up to inspect your left arm.

grayson would never hurt you the fact that he accidentally sat on your arms way too hard crushed his heart completely, which atomically made him think the worse, but honestly, your arm just felt sore, and you just need some ice and kisses.

“please forgive me, babe...we can watch monsters inc. okay? Whatever you would like.” grayson then sits by your side and looks at your eyes and your lips and pecks your lips a couple of times to show that he’s genuinely sorry and didn’t mean it.

“it’s okay grayson, i promise just don’t sit on me too hard next time,” you said quietly as you turned on monster inc and curled into his side.

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[333dolans]

If By Chance // E.D

Summary: It’s been 2 years since she’d last seen him, what would happen if by chance they were to meet once more?

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If someone were to tell Aurora Beckett’s 12 year old self that by the time she was 20, she would of lost all contact with Ethan Dolan? She would of thought the notion to be absolutely absurd.

Since the first day of 4th grade when two identical boys approached her as she sat alone, leg bobbing up and down nervously and thumbs twirling together, the twins had decided then and there that she was going to be their best friend.

They wanted to make her feel included and seen. Although they knew all to well themselves how it feels to be alienated, they’d never been alone, always having each other. They swore that day she’d never feel alone again.

Ever since that day, they’d been true to their word. Endless amounts of movie nights, beach trips, late night snack runs. They had experienced so much of their teen years together. Aurora had caught herself gravitating more towards the older twin, finding a particular comfort in his vibrant presence. God knows she loves both of them with her whole heart and would drop everything in an instant for either of them, but there has seemingly always been something more between her and Ethan, just below the surface, yearning to be acknowledged. Yet here she was 11 years down the line, now having gone almost two years without so much as a hello from the only boy she’s ever been in love with.

When the twins turned 15, they decided to chase their growing career across the country from the state they’d all called home for so long. After a lot of tears and begging her best friends not to leave her behind, Aurora came around to their decision. She wanted nothing more than for them to be happy and if moving to Los Angeles meant they could follow their lifelong dream? She sure as hell wasn’t going to be the thing that stopped them, no matter how much it hurt her heart to wave them goodbye as they boarded the plane.

Everything had ran smoothly from there. They FaceTimed at every and any moment they could. They frequently flew back to Jersey for the holidays and birthdays, she would also fly out to California whenever she could. Her relationship with both twins remained strong and never once faltered.

That was until a certain twin began to drift, blaming it on meetings and work. This would of been a valid argument, were it not for Grayson, who confirmed that they in fact wouldn’t be busy when Ethan claimed to be swamped with business. It became very apparent that he was curving her, she just didn’t know nor could she understand why.

Was the new increase in fame getting to his head? He was always so grounded, so humble. Did he think he was above her now? Her superior? Maybe she wasn’t good enough for him? He’d always sworn her that she was the most important person in his life besides his family. These were the questions shed’d found herself asking every single day like a broken record.

Soon enough he’d dropped Aurora completely. She knew it was coming, she wasn’t naive, but it didn’t make it hurt any less when it did. Grayson kept contact as best he could, still asking to FaceTime at least once a month but she’d began to push him away. His face mirroring the boy she loathed but still craved so badly, it pained her to speak to Gray when his identical twin had caused her to cry herself to sleep most nights.

It had only been 4 months since she’d last spoken to Ethan when she discovered his sudden change of heart. The reason he’d ended their lifelong friendship? He’d met a girl. A gorgeous girl who Aurora later discovered to be called Arabella. He’d cut her off simply because he’d found a girlfriend? It didn’t make any sense.

But here she was now, sat on a 13 hour plane heading for the west coast. She couldn’t help but succumb to the memories pounding in her head, begging to fill her thoughts. All the times she’d been in this exact place making this journey, dying for the plane to hurry up and take her to the place she longed to be, wrapped up in Ethan’s arms. However, today she wouldn’t get to beeline towards the brown haired boy that filled her mind whilst awake and asleep. Today she would be picking up her rental car alone and driving towards her new start.

As she entered the door to her apartment, she found her racing mind instantly slowed. She already felt so much calmer in this place, it felt like home. Like this is where she was meant to be. She had received a promotion at her job, which happened to be located in the city of angels. Of course she accepted, the pay was incredible and she was never one to turn down the opportunity to travel and see the sights this amazing earth has to offer. It hadn’t even registered in her mind until just weeks before she was set to fly out that her once closest friends lived out there, now nothing but mere strangers.

She was just placing down the boxes after carrying them up the never ending flights of stairs that led to her new home, when she heard the notification. Reaching for her phone, expecting a text from her landlord, she was met with an all too familiar name.

From Grayson Dolan: Hey! I was just checking snap maps to see where the friend I’m meeting up with was and i saw your bitmoji. You’re in LA? Since when? For how long?

To Grayson Dolan: Hi G, I just moved out here for a promotion! I live here now i guess haha. We should grab coffee!

She didn’t know why she asked him to meet up, they hadn’t spoken in a long time and it would surely be awkward. Before she had time to overthink her decision too much, she received a reply.

From Grayson Dolan: Name the time and place and ill be there, I’ve missed you so much Rory.

To Grayson Dolan: Missed you more Grapeson!

From Grayson Dolan: Oh no we are not bringing that back.

To Grapeson🍇: Too late! Pick me up at 4 if you’re free?

From Grapeson🍇: See you soon love x

She couldn’t fight off the beaming smile that pulled at her lips. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss her best friend, after all he’d tried to keep contact. She’d let her feelings for Ethan get in the way of her friendship with Gray and ultimately lost one of the brightest lights the world had to offer. She’d be damned before she let herself mess that up again.

[your-average-fan-girl]

I WANT TO KNOW HER NAME SO BAD!!

(From Adele’s instagram story: @adelekczmrk)