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[grethan-real]

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

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SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK [GD]

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

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

Warnings: Soft Smut (barely anything)

Word Count: 3.09k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time Grayson said no. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” she scoffed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alex,” he whispered.

“Are you together?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At that moment she should’ve known. 

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

And that he was with her. 

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

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

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

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

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

“It was three,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tags: @ghostlydolan @guiltydols @evergreendolan @blazedgraysons @rhyrhy462 @simplyxdolxstyles @thecoletomysprouse @ydolanssss @dolansdavidson @vintagedolan @dolanissues

[ovulationhours]

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

[cosmosdolans]

what i've done

[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. 

[ethandolsaesthetics]

That LOOK though 🥵 fuckkk

[lovesweetener]

He’s soft for you. (g.d)

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

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

~ding~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<skipped the car ride>

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

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

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

Grayson chuckled then nodded at the lady agreeing with you.

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

“chocolate covered strawberries please.”

she nodded and skipped away.

you and grayson looked at each other and started laughing.

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

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

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

you looked up as you met his eyes.

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

<skipped rest of dinner; into the car>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

T H E E N D

[niamhfthemmings]

When the twins are at their happiest :)