wildflowergrant

[wildflowergrant]

we understand sydney!! much love with whatever you pursue in life

🥺🥺 thank you so much

[wildflowergrant]

Hi again.

Wow. It’s been a while since I’ve been on here. I feel like I just slowly left tumblr without even realizing it. I just wanted to say that it was so much fun in here, interacting with different people and writing every single piece. It really was. But as time passed by, it felt like I had no more motivation to write for the twins or to even go with this account anymore. I still love the twins and I love watching their videos, but I’m just not passionate about it anymore. I still can’t believe that people are still reading and liking my writing. It was so much fun to write all of them and seeing my work pay off is the best feeling in the world. I see all of the drafts I have of my old work that is unfinished and untouched, and I feel like I can’t go back to writing it because I won’t have enough passion as I did before to keep on writing it.

Having this blog is one of the best chapters in my life, and it’ll have a special place in my heart. It helped me go through some tough times :). I’m not going to be writing anymore or posting anything, but my account will still be up and I’ll come here every now and then.

I love all of you guys and thank you so much

- Sydney

[wildflowergrant]

You Sunshine, You Temptress // E.D.*

Summary: Spreading you open, is the only way of knowing you. (In which Y/N is more distant than usual). Based on “Fine Line” by Harry Styles.

Warnings: Angst, smut, swearing.

“Please talk to me.”

“Just fuck me, Ethan.”

The desperate man sighed deeply before spreading Y/N’s legs wide open, exposing the slippery, shiny mess of her dripping core that he slowly slipped himself into. Immediate moans of delight fell from her lips, giving Ethan the bit of satisfaction that he hasn’t felt from her in a while now - but it still wasn’t enough. Nothing ever seems to be, lately. His hands reached forward and grasped at her shoulders as he continues to thrust inside of her warmth, leaning his face closer to hers so their lips could brush together. However, she pulled away, and he was struck badly by the rejection.

“Y/N, please,” he begged, reaching for her face to caress as she was looking away from him. “F-Fuck, let me kiss you, baby.”

“Don’t… make me… ah…” she begins to squeak, her fingernails digging into the skin of his bare back, but it barely compared to the pain that was lurking in his heart, “…have you… fuck me… with a gag in your mouth.”

His heart fell and he nodded, closing his mouth right up before focusing his mind on her body. He’s hopeful that if he fucks her so good, then she’ll be willing to talk to him afterwards. Open up about her feelings. Yes, that’s fucked up, but it hasn’t always been like this. Y/N used to be so, so loving. She still is, sometimes, but lately she’s been distancing herself from him and he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong for her to not trust him enough to rely her hurt on him. But Ethan still loves her. Yeah, he’s still hopelessly in love with her.

Does she feel the same way, though?

“Fuck, Ethan! Harder, harder!”

Shit. Ethan sucked in a deep breath and grips her hips, keeping her steady as he pummeled into her lower body, the bed underneath them creaking from under their weight. Y/N screamed into the void, shouting out his name in the air and for a slim moment you would think there was nothing wrong between the two. But it was still a mess, a fucking war zone that she barely acknowledges. She wants to pretend that everything’s okay, when she knows damn well that nothing has been for a few weeks now. Ethan isn’t sure if he has the patience for her to get better, again.

“I’m cumming,” she bellowed, dragging her nails down his back in a deep red line, not even bothering to apologize for the act. It’s not like he cares, anyway. In his mind, he thinks it’s her special way of saying I love you to him. God knows how long it has been since he’s heard that from her. “Oh God…”

Her legs trembled underneath his and then he felt a sticky warmth pop around his cock, prompting him to finish himself off while she caught her breath. When Ethan did finish (with thoughts of her sweet smile that he missed oh so much) he slumped his body against hers, gripping her in his arms that he knew she wouldn’t fight because she was too exhausted. Lately, they haven’t been cuddling either, her making the excuse that she’s developed claustrophobia. Which is bullshit, by the way.

“I love you,” he breathed out, against her neck in which he buried his face into. The only recognizable part about her was the perfume she always wears, a delightful watermelon scent that brings him to Heaven whenever he gets a good whiff. It’s almost like he knows her again. Almost.

Earning no response, he speaks again, “So you’re not going to say anything at all tonight?”

Y/N simply huffed out of irritation, “I’m tired, Ethan.”

And that was that.

-

All they’ve been doing is having sex, lately. No talking, no hugging, no kissing - just sex. Y/N comes over, exchanges a few vile words to him, then drags him over to his own bedroom where they strip themselves of their clothing and Ethan makes unsuccessful attempts at talking and asking about her day. She would always snap at him and shove him against the bed, which he honestly didn’t mind at all although lately he’s starting to feel a little used. It was as though spreading her open was the only way of getting to know her; she may not be telling him shit, but when touches her, he could feel the ache in her body and that something was definitely wrong.

Like right now. Y/N’s pulling at his hair as she grinds her body up against his hard cock, refusing to make eye contact with him and that’s when he finally speaks up, “Please talk to me, sunshine. What did I do wrong?”

Instead of properly answering, Y/N hopped off of his body and walked across the room. He closed his eyes, mentally cursing at himself for thinking he could possibly get through to her, when she hasn’t been showing signs of budging at all. Why would she now? Suddenly, Ethan feels a tap on his mouth and when he opens his eyes, his heart dropped at the sight of her pushing a ball gag between his gaped lips and securing it in place. It almost made him want to cry. Almost.

She slapped the side of his thigh and hissed, “Now fuck me, E.”

He inwardly sighed and did as he was told, pushing her body in a doggystyle position and pushing himself in from behind. The mere act of her gagging him so that he wouldn’t try to talk to her during sex was beginning to increasingly fill himself up with rage, that he ended up expressing in his rough movements against her. Which is what she apparently wanted, as she began mewling profusely into the thick air, arching her back as Ethan slapped her against her bottom. He wanted her to sense his anger over her lack of emotions lately, something he wish he could buy but unfortunately could not.

When it was finally over, Y/N goes to cover herself with the blankets as he removes the gag from his mouth. Still pretty pissed, Ethan spat, “Y/N, what the fuck-”

“I don’t want to fight you,” she said with a yawn, waving him off. “Can you please sleep on the couch?”

It completely took him off guard. “The couch? But-”

“Ethan.”

You temptress.

Ethan nodded, redressed himself before going into the living room with a few spare blankets and a broken heart. Sleeping on the couch? He might as well have been sleeping in the dirt, either way it was painful for him to be away from her. Something really bad must have been going on inside of her for her to push him away like this, but doesn’t she know that now he’s hurting too? At the hand of her own neglect? He remembers when times were good, times that were sorely missed and he wonders how they vanished so mysteriously.

“I love you, sunshine,” he’d say, before kissing her sweet, strawberry-tasting lips.

She’d giggle, “I love you too, E.”

He wonders how long this will last.

-

He did it. He finally pushed her to her limits.

“Fuck you Ethan! How could you say I’m the one being distant!” she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Are you insinuating that I’m the one creating the distance? That’s funny, ‘cause I don’t remember putting a gag on you to prevent you from trying to talk,” Ethan scoffed, crossing his arms. She was seriously testing his patience. “You’ve been acting like you hate my guts for the past month now, and you refuse to tell me what’s wrong? What is wrong, Y/N?”

He doesn’t know why today out of all days was the sudden breakthrough, but when she came over to use his cock again he just had enough, wasn’t in the mood for her shit and continuously demanded information while blocking the front door. Yes, a tad extreme, but he deserves answers. Answers before he could either offer to help her out, or officially call it quits. He cannot be with someone who treats him like this, but this isn’t the woman he loves. The woman he loves is somewhere still inside of her, which she’s hiding oh so well, and he wants to ease her out. He misses her, but Y/N is too damn guarded to show her.

“If you’re so tired of me ‘distancing myself lately’ then why haven’t you just given up already?!” she shouted in his face, clearly reluctant to tell him the truth. To open up. “Why do you insist on constantly pestering me when I am just not comfortable in opening up, huh?”

Ethan sneered at her, “You and I are on a very fine line, between love and war. Right now, we’re at war, which could only be resolved by you telling me what you’re going through because I’m your fucking boyfriend and lately I’ve been feeling so unloved! So please enlighten my fear of you just not loving me anymore and tell me what is wrong?”

“You wanna know what’s wrong?” Y/N seethed, pulling out her phone. “You fucking cheating on me is what’s wrong!”

She shoved the screen of her phone into his face, and taken aback by the sudden accusation, he looked at the photo displayed right in front of him. It was one of him shirtless and wearing a bathing suit, hair wet while he slings his arm around a pretty girl in a pink bathing suit. Ashley, he remembers her name to be. They were both smiling brightly in the photo, too close for comfort some may argue.

“This was during the Hawaii trip,” Ethan groaned, pushing the phone away from his face. “She was a fan, Y/N, she asked to take a photo-”

Y/N growled, interrupting his thorough explanation, “Fan my ass! Look at the way you’re holding her! You’re holding her the way you always hold me, you bastard!”

Man, he swears, he could seriously hate her sometimes. “Is this what this is about? You really think I cheated on you in Hawaii?”

“I don’t think, I know!”

Ethan sighed, glancing down at his feet, as Y/N begins to sniffle back her tears. She had now backed away from him but he was so fucking sick of the distance, that he walked over and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her face to look up at him as he says, “I’d be an absolute fool to hookup with somebody else while I have you, sunshine.”

“Ethan…” she whispers, a crisp trepidation laid upon her shoulders. The more she shivered, the tighter he held her.

“You’ve got my devotion,” he softly assures, rubbing his fingers against the back of her neck as she slowly shuffled her way towards his body. “I love you more than life itself, sunshine. I would never cheat on you, and you have to trust me on that. You can even ask Grayson, who was with me the whole time - he’s even in the picture, which is conveniently cropped out, but that’s not important. What is important is that you need to know that you’re the only one on my mind. You’re my whole world, okay?”

“I’m s-sorry… oh god,” Y/N cried, pulling his body into hers as she sobs into his chest, guilt overtaking her emotions. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

He smiled, comfortingly holding her trembling form in his hands as he calmly reassures her, “No sunshine, you haven’t. We’re going to be alright.”

Except they won’t, because Ethan lied. He most certainly cheated on her, with that girl in the picture, plus a few other pretty women he and Grayson stumbled about in Hawaii. Having fun, as they were encouraged to do so. He figured she would never find out, as they made sure to make the girls keep quiet about it, but it doesn’t matter anyway. He’s going to focus his love and attention on her now, his absolute adoration for the way she apologizes profusely and takes the blame when she thinks she’s done wrong. Unbeknownst to her, she was right to treat him coldly. Y/N might find out one day, but he hopes he doesn’t, because Ethan really does love her, and wants to remain faithful to her from now on.

Until his next trip to Hawaii.

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[wildflowergrant]

jealous 

pairing: ethan dolan x reader, platonic!kyle x reader

A/n: Ok but this kind made me swerve to kyle’s lane whoops (pls send in more lol) also sorry in advance cuz this is unedited 😬

You were always closer to Ethan than Grayson, mostly because you liked him. A lot. Maybe a bit too much. Your feelings came up to you here and there when you were teens, and you even broke up with your ex boyfriend because he told you that he doesn’t want you hanging out with Ethan anymore. But now, you can’t control it.

Now, you moved into LA with the twins from the money you made from creating videos on YouTube. You always had them on your daily vlogs and your fans always shipped you and Ethan, which encouraged your feelings for him to get stronger.

But all of that was crushed when you walked into his room and he was fixing his hair. You sat on his bed while he was looking in the mirror.

“Where are you going?” He looked at you through the mirror and smiled a bit.

“I have a date.” You could feel your heart stop and crack in half.

Even though you had heartache, you still tried to play it cool. “Really? With who?”

“Do you remember Miranda? You’ve met her before.”

“Oh, yeah that’s right. You guys hit it off well.” You hates that she was nice. If she wasn’t then you would’ve been more mad, but she didn’t do anything wrong. Ethan walked over to his closet and put on his perfume.

“Ok, I’m gonna head out now.” You walked him out and watched as he drove away and you waved each other goodbye. Once you got inside, you sighed loudly, not realizing that you were holding your breath. And definitely not realizing Kyle smirking at you from the couch.

“Tough love?” You gave him a saddened expression and went to sit next to him.

You put your head in your hands. “I don’t even know, Kyle. I thought that he liked me back.”

He put his arms over your shoulder and rubbed your back. “Hey, Y/n. If he doesn’t see how gorgeous you are, then he’s not worth it. You deserve better than this.” Your head went up and you turned around to hug him.

“Thank you so much. And I’m sorry that I don’t like you back.” He told you many times how much he likes you, and you always feel bad when you don’t feel that same way. The last time he told you was a week ago and you didn’t really respond nicely to him.

“It’s ok, Y/n. You can’t force yourself to love someone. And your heart belongs to Ethan, I get it.” You two pulled away from each other and he smirked at you. “But it wouldn’t hurt to show him what he’s missing.”

“What do you mean.”

“We could do couple-ey things you know? Like go out and eat, be a little more affectionate.”

You took a second to process. “Ohh ok. But purely platonic, right?”

He nodded his head. “Of course. You set boundaries, and I won’t go over them.”

“And this is ok with you?” He nodded again. “Ok, I don’t see why not.” Ethan is already going out with someone else, he wouldn’t be mad about you two.

“Great.  Well, we can start by going out to eat because I’m starving.” 

“Ok, let me just put on something other than pj shorts.”  You quickly put on leggings and a hoodie and headed outside with Kyle.

You guys went to In n Out and sat down when you guys waited for your order.  You two sat close to each other- maybe a little too close- talking about anything.  And what you guys didn’t notice was a group of girls looking over at you and taking pictures of you.

When your order was called out, he offered to get the food while you were sitting down waiting.  You got a text from Ethan, asking if you wanted to hang out.

Y/n: Aren’t you on a date?

Ethan: Yeah, but I’m talking about after my date

Y/n:

Which is when?

Ethan:

idk

Y/n:

well I’m kinda hanging out with Kyle tonight

read 10:33

It took him about five minutes to reply.

Ethan:

K

You rolled your eyes and looked up to see Kyle holding a tray of food and two cups of soda.  A smiled appeared on your face and you got the drinks and set up the food.  He sat next to you and put his hands around your shoulder while eating the fries.

“He text me.” You saw his fist tighten up for a second but he let go.

“What did he say?” You shrugged and finished eating. “He asked me to hang out after, but he’s still on his date.”  

“Why would he text you when he’s on a date still?” “I don’t know.  But I just told him that I’m hanging out with you tonight.”

You two kept on eating and when you were finished, you headed back to his car.  You told him didn’t want to go back home yet, so he said that he would take the long way home.

There was loud music that yo were singing along to and he was laughing so hard you thought that he was going to swerve.  He lowered the music and went on to talk.

“Hey, do you want to have a movie night?” Your eyes widened and excitement filled your body. “Oh my god yeah.  Wait, pull over we need too get snacks.” He laughed and pulled into the Ralph’s parking lot.

“Ok, you get the microwave popcorn and I’ll get the drinks.” He nodded and let go of your hand.

When you were walking down the aisle you heard someone gasp beside you.

“Oh my god, I love your videos so much.”  You immediately smiled.

“Thank  you! You’re too cute.” You can tell she was a bit nervous, so you tried to calm her down a bit.  “Do you want to take a picture?”  She nodded her head and gave her phone to her mom.  You two posed and she looks a few photos.

After that, her nerves were gone and she asked you “So, what are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m just having a movie night with my friend, considering all the candy I have.” You held up the candy but you put it down when you felt a hand gently go on the small of your back.

“Hey, I’m back.”  You turned around and saw Kyle looking down at you with a box of popcorn on his other hand.

You looked back at her and you saw her eyes go between you, Kyle, and the hand on your back.You could already hear the ‘that should be Ethan’ coming from her eyes.

“Well, we got to go and pay for these things.  It was nice meeting you!” “You too!”  You two turned to her and started walking but you didn’t see her take a photo of you and Kyle with his arm around your shoulders.

After a few minutes of driving you guys were finally home and cooked all the popcorn and you set up the candy on the coffee table.  When you guys decided what movie to play, you put your head on his shoulder and he has his arm wrapped around you.  You noticed that he likes putting his arms around you, so you took a mental note on that.

“Hey Kyle?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.  I really had a fun time today.  Really.  It’s nice hanging out with someone without thinking if you should stay friends or if you really want to tell them how you feel.” “Same.  I’m glad that we’re doing this.  And I thought that I wouldn’t like it considering I liked you, but I actually like being your friend rather than.. you know.” While the credits rolled and most of the candy was finished, you fell asleep on him, and he wasn’t complaining, so he fell asleep on the couch too.

Ethan came back in the house expecting you to still be awake and waiting for him so that you two can go on a late night ride, but his hopes were crushed when he saw you sleeping on the couch, head rested on Kyle and his arms around you.  

It’s like a huge truck hit him right there. He was jealous of Kyle. He wanted to be in Kyle’s position, but he’s not, so he quickly went to his room to go to sleep.

And this went on for weeks. He decided to stay with Miranda, even though he wanted Y/n. But she seems to be busy with him.

Some fans. Ok, well all of the fans saw this too. The picture of you and Kyle that the fan took in the grocery store went viral and there were mixed reactions to it. Some liked you two together and even made a ship name while others still wanted you to be with Ethan. And Ethan saw a lot of them. He was tagged in almost every pic that people took of them hanging out and being way too close on his opinion.

Even in the first week, you were hanging out with Kyle a lot more than Ethan. Almost as if he replaced him.

One night, he heard your giggling and his laughs from across the halls and he couldn’t help but look and make sure nothing was happening.

Ethan tried to play it cool and act as if he was going to get a cup of water. He peeked through your door and saw that you two were on the bed, looking at some video. Nothing bad. Until he saw that arm wrapped around you. His blood was slowly boiling and he wanted to rip that arm off of him. A bit violent, but he really wanted to.

The next morning, he saw that you posted a new picture. When he went to you account and saw you and Kyle together. He didn’t want to look at it, but the little voice in his head told him to look. He tapped on the picture it showed you slightly leaning on a sink with a huge hoodie, hair up, and you had a green face mask on. Right behind you was Kyle and he had his hair tied with one of your scrunchies and he had the same green face mask on. When Ethan looked closer, he could see his other arm on her waist.

After a few hours, he was on his explore page and he saw thousands of the same pictures. And again, that little voice told him to look at them. All of them. He wasn’t much for going on Instagram for a long time, but he made an exception. He read all the captions and the were a lot of people freaking out.

“Oh my god guys look at his hand.”

“Ok but why do I kind of ship them together now.”

“Ugh this is literal relationship goals.”

“It’s so cute how he has one of her scrunchies in his hair.”

And one after another, they got worse.

“Ok I prefer her to be with Kyle than Ethan.”

“Ethan who?”

“Looks like Ethan was replaced.”

“Guys she’s wearing his hoodie isn’t that cute.”

That one killed him. A knife right to his heart. He swiped to see a pic of Kyle in the same hoodie you were wearing in your post.  Ethan was so upset that you were letting this happen.  Usually you would only let Ethan be close to you like that, but Kyle?  That was unheard of.  Of course, you two were good friends and he would help film for some of you videos, but nothing other than that.

He decided that he shouldn’t  dwell too much on it, and that it would go away soon.  And although it was horrible of him to do that, he kept on dating Miranda to keep his mind off of things.

The next day, you were going out with your friends to eat out and shop, while Grayson told him t come with him for brunch.  He woke up to an empty house and got ready to meet Gray at their usual breakfast spot.  When he got there, he was greeted by the last person he wanted to meet.  Kyle.

“Hey, E what’s up?”  He glared at him and stayed silent.  Kyle  followed him to show where they were sitting.  

Throughout the whole entire time, it was just Kyle and Grayson talking with Ethan giving them the silent treatment and making annoyed sounds every now and then.

“So, Kyle.  What’s up with you and Y/n?”  Ethan tensed up and his heart ached.  He looked over at Kyle and he had a smirk on his face that he just wanted to wipe off.  

“What do you mean? There’s nothing between us.  Just friends, man.”  Gray gave him the ‘ok sure’ look.  “I swear, dude! She’s just my friend.  That’s it.”

“Well, that’s not what I see.” Ethan couldn’t keep it in, but he couldn’t just storm out without getting at least a hundred questions.  “I mean, you guys hang out so much and there’s so much flirting.  And don’t get me started with those instagram posts shipping you two together.”

Kyle just smiled, shook his head, and looked down to eat another piece of his toast.  Ethan’s fist were balled up under the table and his face was slowly turning red.  Gray looked at him with a concerned look and spoke trough the food in his mouth. “E, you good?”  Although it was so nasty looking at his food in his mouth, he didn’t car at this point.

“Yeah.  I’m fine.  I just don’t feel that well.” He nodded and smiled.

“Well, don’t go too close to Kyle, or else he’s going to kiss Y/n and get her sick too.” He laughed and Kyle just laughed it off.  Ethan just brought out an awkward laugh and pulled out his phone.   He never told anybody of his long time crush on you.  Even Grayson, which was probably a mistake considering his dilemma right now.  He was too shy to do anything about it and too embarrassed to tell Gray, since he always saw you “as a sister”.  

Now, he was paying for it.  He couldn’t stand the nonstop jokes coming from Grayson and he hated how Kyle didn’t get mad at any of that.  Then, all of his pent up anger got out after the last comment that Gray made.

“Hey, stop denying it.  I hear those little laughs coming from the bed and some nights I even hear the bed squeaking.”  He started to imitate sounds of a bed creaking back and forth and Kyle started laughing.

Ethan abruptly stood up which moved the whole table.  Luckily, Grayson’s hot coffee didn’t spill on him, even though Ethan wanted it to.  With everyone looking at him, he left the cafe and started to drive off.  He still had the right mind to know that he can’t drive when he’s angry and has too much on his mind, so he tried to go home as quickly as he can.

He parked his jeep and went straight to his bedroom.  He plopped himself on the bed and screamed into his pillow to try and release some of his stress.

The door opened and he stopped screaming and stayed still.  When Ethan heard footsteps coming at his door he immediately prayed that it wouldn’t be Gray asking him what the hell that was in the cafe.

But he heard soft knocks and he already knew that it was you.

“E? Are you ok? I heard you screaming from outside.”  You put your bags on the floor. He felt the bed dip and he almost wanted to cry from hearing your voice.  Even though it wasn’t a long time, you two sort of ignored each other after you started to hang out with Kyle and when he started to date Miranda, which she also just broke up with him anyways.

“It’s nothing, Y/n.  I’m fine don’t worry.  You can go now.” You sighed and laid down next to him.

“I won’t leave until you tell me what’s going on.  You’ve been ignoring me forever.”

“I haven’t been ignoring you forever.” “You know what I mean. And you don’t tell me anything anymore.  I didn’t even know that you and Miranda stopped dating until yesterday when Gray told me.”

Ethan let out an annoyed sigh, which you tried to ignore.  “Well, it’s not like nobody is keeping you company.  Seems like you’re busy with Kyle to be hanging out with me.”

“What do you mean?”  His emotions were getting the best of him.  He knew that he should stop before it gets worse and breaks something, but he just needs to let everything out to you.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n.  You guys have been together 24/7 and he’s been flirting with you the whole time.” He glared at you and your head tilted. 

Sure, at first you guys did it so that it would get on Ethan’s nerves, but after a while, you guys just acted like that out of habit.  It was the touchy friendship and that was it.

“Kyle and I are just friends.  Nothing more, Ethan.”  You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Well, you seem more than just friends.” He stood up and your hand fell onto the mattress.  He started pacing around, and breathing loudly, which you knew was a bad sign.  You knew that you had to choose your words carefully before he explodes.

“Ethan, you don’t even know for a fact that Kyle and I are dating.  Because we’re not.”  He glared at you and narrowed his eyes.

“Oh really?  Are you sure?  That’s not what everybody else sees.  Even fucking Grayson thinks that you guys are a thing.  I mean, come on, Y/n open your eyes.”  His voice was getting louder and louder after every word.

You put your head in your hands and mumbled out “E.. Why are you so pressed about this?”

His brain wasn’t working at that moment.  Half of him said that he needs to contain himself because he’s starting to be too much for her.  You were crying for god’s sake.  But the other half just told him to let it out.  He’s been holding those emotions in for so long.

Ethan’s fist clenched and his face was red and his jaw was clenched.  He saw the position you were in but proceeded to shout.  “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, OK?”  You flinched at the tone and volume of his voice.  You lifted your head and your mouth was wide open and eyes wide.

Ethan on the other hand, felt like he just deflated.  His emotions were everywhere and mixed around.  He was sad yet angry.

Tears started to brim his eyes. “Y/n.  We’re more than friends and you fucking know it.”  You looked down, not being able to look at him as you nod.  “But now, I’m having second thoughts because of him.” He spat out.

After a few minutes of not replying, you felt the bed dip and looked over to see Ethan slouching on the other end of the bed.  He was hurting and it pained you to see.  You slowly crawled over to him and hugged him from behind.

Your legs were on either side of him and you laid you head on top of his shoulder and tears started to fall onto his shirt.  His breathing calmed down and after a few seconds, you softly spoke.  “I love you too, E.  So much. So so much.” You kissed his shoulder, moving up to his neck.

He moved his arms and you hugged him tighter because you were scared he was going to leave.  But you felt his huge hands cover yours and he brought it to his lips and kissed both of them.  He brought them down and pressed them onto his chest.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

He tightened his grip on your hands. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

A few more minutes passed after forgiving each other until Ethan broke the silence. “Ok, come on.” He sat up and went to lay on the bed, leading you next to him.

“I know that you’re tired from all of this, so let’s take a nap.” He pulled you into his chest and kissed your head.

You snaked your hands around his waist and put your leg over his. “I love you, E.”

Ethan put the blanket over you guys and laid his head on top of yours. “I love you more.” He closed his eyes, falling asleep happier than ever with the fact that he has you now.

A/n: I had too much fun writing this

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Always {g.d}

Meant To Be (Part 1) // Masterlist

Four years ago, Grayson Dolan wasn’t the same man he is today.

Grayson would stay in bed, barely getting enough sleep. Rarely eating as he became someone his own twin couldn’t even recognize. 

He was broken. Hurt. Angry. But he wasn’t angry at you. God, he could never be angry at you. Angry at himself for letting you walk out the door, for not being a better man to you. 

Grayson took out his pain and anger on everything and everyone around him, including his older brother, who wished he could take away his pain even if it was for just a second. For the first month, there was never a night Ethan didn’t hear his brother crying and throwing things against the wall. So he spent his sleepless nights with Grayson, despite how many times he tried to push him away until Grayson let him in again. Ethan had never seen his brother so empty and broken before, at least not in a very long time.

Eventually, Grayson found his way again as he tried his best to get his mind off of you. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t hurting anymore. 

It was about 2 in the morning, one of the first nights Grayson spent alone in his room, softly illuminated by his lamp, as he stared at the small, delicate rings in his hand. Yours and his. It broke his heart knowing you weren’t in his life anymore, but Grayson didn’t believe it.

He reached around his neck and undid the clasp of his necklace, sliding the two rings onto the chain to meet in the middle as he heard the two pieces of metal clink together before he put the necklace back on. From that moment on, Grayson never took the necklace off, keeping your ring close to his heart, waiting for the day he could give back what belonged to you.

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Dominated // G.D.*

Summary: A spin-off of my Ethan fic, Whipped, where Ethan gets his twin back by sending the dominatrix to him - but is the mighty Grayson Dolan easily overpowered? Y/N is in for a rude awakening when she discovers that he’s not.

Warnings: Explicit content including bdsm themes degradation, and swearing. It might make a little more sense if you read Whipped first, but you really don’t have to.

“Hey, Y/N right? It’s Ethan - you know, from two weeks ago?”

“Oh yes, I remember. Whipping fetish, right?” Y/N chuckled, assured that the man on the other side of the phone was sporting a beat red face. “You were really fun to play with, kitten.”

“Yeah, my ass still hurts like fuck,” he groaned, making her laugh even more. “Listen, I wanted to ask you something.”

The dominatrix sighed. “Listen, I’m sorry but I don’t date my clients. Friendly basis, maybe, but if you want to see me again then you’d have to pay-”

“No, no, no,” he interrupted. “I wasn’t calling you for me. I was calling you for my brother.”

“Your brother?” she quipped, raising a brow. “You mean the one who called me for you?”

“Yep, that’s the one. Thought I’d return the favor, you know?” Ethan laughed. “When are you available? I’d like to do this as soon as possible, if you don’t mine. He gets aggressive when he’s sexually frustrated, which makes him extra annoying. Lately, he’s been having a dry spell.”

Y/N held her phone between her shoulder and ear as she skimmed through her planner, looking for open spots. “I’m free tonight at night. It’s funny, I never took Grayson as a submissive type.”

“He’s actually not, which would probably make this more entertaining for you and torturous for him. He’ll probably like it, though,” Ethan said. “Tonight is perfect. He’ll be home around nine-thirty, so I thought I’d pay you and then you wait in his room, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/N smiled, shuffling across her bedroom to grab her duffel bag. “I’ll be sure to prep your twin for a fun night. Is he as keen in getting whipped as you are?”

“No details please…” Ethan stammered, his voice going shy. “Don’t wanna get jealous. Just do as you must.”

They exchange a few more words, and the dominatrix checks the time. Six o’clock. She goes straight into her routine for this kind of job - a side job really, you’d be surprised to know her daytime activities include being a librarian. Living in California isn’t cheap, and she has a passion for dominating. Y/N fills her bag with toys she’ll plan to use on the whimsical Grayson Dolan tonight, who she had a wary feeling about. She’s only met him once but that one meeting gave off to her that he is the complete opposite of submissive. He might be a little harder to tie down, but not impossible. She goes into the bathroom and showers away the night before, a true confidence booster knowing that she’s clean. She even does a face mask before going to pick out her outfit - a taunting lacy sheer black bra with a match g-string, the classic black high-heeled boots, and a faux black leather trench coat to top it off. She washes her face off and applies makeup to her freshly exfoliated skin, then gets dressed.

It’s eight o’clock by the time Y/N is finished, and since she lives an hour away from the twins, she decides to head out now. Not going to lie, she’s pretty excited to be under their roof again. They’re deliciously handsome, and much kinder than most of the men she has dealt with in the past. Let’s just say, she’s had to do a lot of punishing. If Ethan was a pretty damn good fuck, she couldn’t imagine how Grayson would be, who she assumed to have a lot more experience than his brother. When she first laid eyes on the younger twin, a fantasy of him bending her over the kitchen counter with his large hands and fucking her right there had passed through her mind. It’s not often she gets thoughts of her being submitted to a man, they’re quite rare actually, as she’s only ever desired to be the one in control.

Y/N arrives on time to the familiar household, where she greets Ethan by the door. They share a kind hug and perhaps a peck on the lips, making him blush as he gives her the money.

“His room is down the hall,” Ethan said, grabbing his car keys as he pointed a finger in the direction of his words. “I’ll be out while you two… you know.”

She nods and he leaves, prompting her to straight into Grayson’s room. It’s much bigger than Ethan’s and a lot more brighter than she expected. She decides to draw the curtains and dim the lights a little, before unzipping her duffel bag to get her toys ready. Y/N pulls out her whip and accidentally drops it near the bed, causing her to bend down and grab it. As she does, she notices an ominous black box sitting underneath the small space of the bed and the floor. Curious, she pulls it out and opens it, gasping the the plethora of sex toys much similar to hers present. So, he is a full-blown sadist.

This could be a problem.

Y/N hears the front door slam and quickly shoves the box back in its place before standing up. She gets into formation, awaiting the moment for the bedroom door to open and for her to shout immediate orders at him. She thinks she’s going to tell him to strip first and get on the bed, and if he doesn’t than she’ll just tie him down and work with what she’s got. Verbally submit him into pieces. She’s dealt with very dominant men and it all worked in the past, so he’s definitely not the first.

The door opens and Grayson saunters in with a Louis Vuitton bag in his hand, but freezes when he looks up and notices the presence of the very familiar and seductive dominatrix standing before him, clutching a whip in her right hand and the left settled on her hip. She hadn’t removed her coat yet.

“Y/N?” he questions confusedly, momentarily wondering if she’s got the wrong room. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Master to you, kitten,” she purred, narrowing her eyes at him. “Your sweet brother sent me to you as a little payback. Now, strip for me and I promise I’ll take it easy on you - maybe.”

To no surprise he snorts, shutting the door behind him before taking a step closer. “Oh sweetheart, you definitely got the wrong twin. Unlike my bro, I don’t get fucked. I fuck.”

Don’t back down. “Oh really? Well, that changes tonight, kitten. Your addiction for control ends here, and restarts only when I leave. Tonight, you’re my kitten, my slut, my bitch. I’ll have you screaming and begging for my touch. Trust me, I know how to take a boy down.”

“Hmm, well you see, princess, there’s one problem with that,” Grayson lowly growls, now inches away from her face. “I’m a man.”

She glares at him, ignoring the fluttering of her heart and subconscious screaming at her to submit already. Fuck that. “Strip for me, slut.”

“No.” He surprises her by snatching the whip out of her hand, soon wrapping it around her throat and bending her body forward over nothing, ass raised in the air. “Strip for me.”

Her fingers instinctively move towards the buttons on her coat as he slowly let’s her stand back up, eyes carefully watching her every move. She’s three buttons down before she decides to make a risky decision - her right foot juts out and locks with his ankle, making him drop the whip and stumble backwards. She quickly pushes his body down on the bed - on his stomach, and grabs the spare handcuffs she keeps in her pocket. Y/N quickly snaps them around his wrists and Grayson curses under his breath.

“I’m winning this game,” she murmurs sweetly into his ear, the hairs on his neck standing up from her words. “Just give up, kitten, and let Master do her job.”

She pulls away from him and he remains still, seemingly listening to her orders now. Satisfied (thought strangely disappointed), she goes to her duffel back and grabs a cock ring, along with the whip that she has decided to use on him first. Then she’ll get him painfully hard, stick the ring around his length, blindfold him, gag his fiesty mouth and press a vibrator up against her pussy while she gets off on-

Snap.

Y/N turns around to see what the noise was and shrieks when she is suddenly grabbed, stripped of her coat, and manhandled to the bed with Grayson shoving her face into the sheets. He spanks her ass and she squeals again, as he climbs on top and rolls her body upwards. Hovering over her now, Grayson smirks and lowers his lips to her ear in the same fashion she did his, and mutters, “I’m winning this game. Now, submit to me, princess, so we can finally get started.”

Fine. “O-Okay…”

“Okay what?”

“Okay Daddy,” she sighs out, gently closing her eyes as he presses kisses to the side of her neck.

“Good,” he hummed, pulling away with a dark look in his eyes. “Now, let’s get rid of this.”

He takes her by surprise by suddenly shredding the fabric of her bra and tearing it off her body, doing the same to her g-string. Is she really going to have to go home wearing only a coat? “Hey! Those were expensive, you dick!”

She didn’t mean to say that, but she did. Y/N honestly didn’t care for the waste of her money on her skimpy undergarments, as she knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. But a part of her was quite still peeved that she was dominated so easily, that it just had to come out. Maybe she just wanted to piss him off more, just to see his reaction.

And boy, he was pissed.

“Talking out of turn, huh slut?” Grayson hissed. “Get on your stomach, now. And don’t fucking move.”

She immediately obeys, rolling her body away from him as she moves her ass in the air. Grayson hops off the bed and walks over to presumably her duffel bag, smirking as he bends down to grab at it. “Ah, look what we have here. Shit you were gonna use on me, right? What a shame, it almost breaks my heart they won’t be used properly. Why don’t we make use of these tonight, just to ensure they weren’t a waste of time and money.”

He’s going to use her toys on her? What the hell!

He grabs her rope and returns, mandhandling her again as he perfectly retrains her arms around her back, pulling tight knots. He then spreads her legs apart using one his own devices - a bar, so she wouldn’t be able to push them closer together. He pops a ball gag right between her lips and straps it around. Grayson scoffs as he glances at the strap-on in her bag; like hell he would ever let her do that to him.

He grabs the whip and stands directly behind her before sighing, “Was told you’ve used this quite a lot on my brother. Now, let’s see how you like it, slut.”

Y/N gasps when he strikes her bottom with the material of her own whip, the stinging feeling bringing tears to her eyes. He strikes her again as she groans, the ache now present between her legs as he continues doing so. Suddenly, he stops, and she turns to watch him throw the whip across the room with a displeased frown on his face.

“Fuck that,” he huffs, charging towards her. “I like to use my hands.”

She squeaks when his hand came in contact with her left ass cheek, kneading into her skin before pulling away and applying a hot smack across it. He raises his hand and spanks her other cheeks, sending her forward a little again. She doesn’t know why, but there was something much more intimate about using yours hands to spank another person. It’s why she’s only ever used her whip, to maintain her professionalism in this career.

When Grayson decides he’s done spanking her, he reaches down and grabs her vibrator. The one she planned to use against him. He presses it up directly to her clit and takes a step back, slowly removing his clothes as he watches her squirm from the pleasure radiating from the buzzing toy. He walks forward again, this time right in front of her face and pulls his cock out from his boxers, before bending forwards to remove the gag from her mouth. Instantly she starts moaning, but he is quick to silence her by shoving his length fully down her throat. He gets off on the sound of her gagging and sputtering against his cock, head bobbing up and down while she deep throats him - all the while being pleasured by a toy.

Seeing her shaking from the rising feeling of cumming, Grayson pulls himself out and snatched the vibrator away from her pussy, causing her to pout and complain softly to herself. He pops the gag back into her mouth and climbs behind her again, positioning himself directly behind her.

“Oh, you think I’m gonna let you watch me fuck you?” Grayson chuckled at her anticipating eyes as she looked back at him. He grabs a blindfold and blacks out her vision, then wraps a hand around her throat. “This pussy? It’s mine.”

His? What does that- holy shit.

Grayson pushes himself inside of her, quick to bottom out before he pounds into her walls. He’s all the way in, balls deep, and she can’t even begin to describe the euphoric feeling of being filled up by what may be the biggest cock she’s ever taken. She’s never been so fucked before, thrown around like a rag doll and used for pleasure. So dominated.

Just when she’s on the brink of cumming, Grayson pulls out and she whines. He slaps her ass and removes the bar between her legs before lifting her up and crawling underneath her. Positioning her body up on top of him, slowly easing his cock up into her once again, he snarls, “Ride Daddy’s cock, slut.”

So fucking deep, she almost cannot take it, but she does. It’s quite difficult, too, riding him while blindfolded, tied, and gagged. The sight is certainly humiliating for her and enthralling for him, but with his hands gripping her hips, he helps Y/N roll against him in circles, fucking up into her tight hole that’s just begging for a release. She could hear Grayson’s grunts and feel his shaky thighs shift under her body, her poor exhausted restrained body that’s threatening to fall with ever thrust. But soon enough, she feels the head of his cock twitch inside and spurts of his cum fill her stretched hole, a mess seeping out almost everywhere all over them. It felt like heaven to her, so much so that she finally cums as well. In a frantic motions, Grayson’s hands that had held her body up disappeared as she fell forward. landinfing on his clammy chest. She feels him unclip the the gag and press his lips to her in a needy, passionate fashion, before grabbing at her throat and looking her right into the eyes.

“Who do you submit to, princess?”

His voice was dark and malicious. She loved it.

“T-To you, Daddy,” she sputters shakily, still not over her high just quite yet. God, she’s just a mess.

“And who do you belong to?” he asks, eyes growing darker by the second.

It’s almost like her dominance showed up again, because the next thing she says is spoken in a snappy, stubborn tone that he clearly doesn’t like, “No one, bastard.”

His eyes narrow and just like that, she’s being tossed on her belly again, ass high in the air which he is quickly to strike down and fondle with. He grabs her by the air and pulls her head back, teeth now grazing the skin of her neck as his cock slaps against the side of her hip. He’s hard again. “I fucking said, who do you belong to? Answer correctly this time, don’t fucking test me or else I’ll leave you hear like this for the rest of the night. Try me.”

“You, Daddy.” Fuck it.

“What was that?”

“I belong to you,” she whined as he pulled away, satisfied as he moved up to get something. She wasn’t quite sure what until she felt a cooling, liquid sensation being spread around her much smaller hole above her pussy, and Grayson’s finger pushing right into her clenching walls. “Oh!”

“Not done with you yet,” he grunted, shoving another finger inside to stretch the enclosing muscle. “God you’re so tight. You ever done this before?”

“N-No,” she admitted in a soft whimper, inhaling sharply when he thrusted in another finger. She can’t deny it, it felt so damn wonderful she’d let him do other drastically dirty things to her body she’s never tried before.

Grayson chuckled with an arrogant smirk, “So another first for you, huh? Good.”

She briefly wonders how many women he’s hooked up with to be this good in bed, and if he’s ever done the same to them like he’s currently doing to her. The thought fills an unfamiliar feeling of envy inside for a split moment, before it’s washed away by the tip of his cock being pressed against the entrance of her asshole. Y/N whimpers again as he slowly pushes himself deep inside her, slightly pained but also pleasured as the uncharted territory is marked off her list. His cock felt warm and thick, in such the constricting space that clenched sporadically around him. He’s buried completely now, upper body slamming against her back as he begins to thrust. If her hands were free, she’d be gripping the bedsheets by now. All she could really do is scream.

“Fuck!” she yelps into the air, his hand coming down on her ass cheek again. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”

“My princess doesn’t swear,” Grayson scolds, spanking her ass again. “Now, say my fucking name. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

“You Daddy. Always you,” the dominatrix cries out - can she even call herself that now? She’s not exactly sure what she is, except for her Daddy’s princess and slut that’s being fucked so good she can’t even think of anything right now. Her mind feels dizzy, his beautiful face the only clear sight it could wrap its arms around. She has a feeling the younger Dolan is going to be very memorable.

Suddenly, as he’s fucking her ass nice and deeply, she feels his fingers slip under into her stretched out, sore pussy to stretch them apart. Y/N screams a little louder, as he adds a third finger. Her face is morphed into sobs and chokes from the imminent intensity her body is going throw right now. She’s feels dirty, yet so sensational. She’s more than sure she’s going to need at least a few showers after this, when she goes home. God, the thought of saying goodbye and going home… is strangely upsetting.

“Ah… ah… m’gonna cum,” she sobs out, squeezing her eyes close as she spills all over his thrusting fingers, which continued their movement inside.

Grayson pulls out when she’s finally over, placing a soft kiss to the side of her face before untying the knots that restricted her arms. They fell limp to her side once released, and she remained panting for breath as he slips the blindfold away from her squinted eyes. She attempts to get up but falls back down, and eventually the man who has done her this way crawls in the bed beside her and wraps and arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. He holds her tight against him, muttering something almost completely inaudible, “Mine.”

“I-I… have to go home,” Y/N tells him weakly, though his arms strengthen around her worn out body. Well, this wasn’t part of the job - but then again, none of what happened tonight was. “Grayson…”

“You’re not leaving,” he spoke gruffly, lips almost in a pout and she almost wants to argue but the waft of his cologne told her otherwise. “You’re staying here with me.”

She sighed, “But I never stay the night…”

“You do now.”

A/N: well,,,,

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Pain and Embarrassment

Part of my Family series, takes place after Come Home Safe

It was an accident. It was supposed to be a one time thing and even that was a mistake. But he couldn’t stop.

Ethan found himself captivated by one of the girls in his office.

She was tall, beautiful, with light brown hair that she wore in curls down to her waist. Her green eyes drew him in every time he looked at her.

He had taken her out to dinner as an employee appreciation gift but she got flirty and more touchy as the night went on and before he knew it, he found himself slipping out of her bed feeling nothing but shame.

Shame he had done this. Shame he had cheated on you. Shame he had cheated on you while you were home with the kids.

He regretted it more than anything in his life.

The next day at work he filed the paperwork to move her to another department. He hoped having her out of range would get rid of the temptation.

But she kept coming back to visit. She would bring him lunch. She’d take him out for lunch, except it didn’t end there. More often than not the two of them would end up in the backseat of his car.

He had finally managed to completely put a stop to it, not being able to come home and see you looking so happy when you had no idea what he was doing.

That was until she made a final trip to his office.

“It’s sad really. You were willing to lose your family because you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” she took a seat across his desk and crossed her legs.

“I bet you want to keep that family don’t you? How do you think the misses would feel? You’re here screwing some girl while she’s home with the kids? How bad do you want to keep this a secret?”

“What do you want?” He swallowed deeply.

“I want a raise. And some vacation time, paid of course.” She said calmly as if she wasn’t threatening to ruin his family.

But he did that on his own didn’t he?

“I’ll take care of it.” He didn’t have a choice. He could make a higher paycheck work. He could work with time off.

But then she wanted more. She wanted a private office. A company credit card. A company car. He couldn’t do that. Not only would other employees notice but so would Grayson if he glanced at the finance reports.

When he told her he wouldn’t do that she pulled up the pictures she had. Pictures he didn’t even know she took of him lying in her bed. Him at dinners. Pictures she took of the two of them in his house. She threatened to sell them to magazines or the highest bidder.

She could only imagine the paycheck for exposing a high ranked business owner as a cheating husband.

But Ethan began to realize something.

She was going to do it anyway.

Eventually she would run out of things to ask for and she would put it out there for everyone to see.

So he had a plan. A plan he should have thought through a lot more.

Ethan set up an interview with a morning talk show for a few days later and when the time came, no one was prepared for what he had to say.

“Good morning, we’re here with Ethan Dolan, one of the owners and CEOs of one of the biggest companies in the country. You said on the phone that you wanted to clear some things up?” The host mentioned.

“That’s right. Recently there’s been something going on in my life that I’m not proud of. A woman who works with me has threatened to expose that part of my life if I don’t give into her demands and I’m not letting that happen. I would rather I say my side of what happened before any rumors have the chance to appear.” He took a breath.

“About a year ago, a dinner with a colleague turned into a mistake that I deeply regret. After that night I swore I was done but I found myself going back to her time and time again. Once I finally ended it she came to me with demands which I gave into. But the longer I did, the more she started to ask for and I couldn’t do that. She threatened to go to my wife, Y/n, with pictures I never knew she took. I would rather she heard it from me than some girl she doesn’t know.”

The host and the audience were silent.

“What did your wife have to say when you told her?” The host asked cautiously.

“...what?” Ethan was confused until he realized it, he hadn’t even told you yet.

“Are you saying you didn’t talk to her about this before you came here?” She pressed.

“No, I guess I didn’t,” He cringed at himself.

-

You watched the interview in shock. He told you he was doing an interview this morning but this wasn’t what you expected at all.

You were grateful you had the day off from work because you didn’t think you would be able to take the looks from your coworkers.

The kids.

You checked your phone and saw you had missed calls from both Alex and Riley, along with texts from them saying they saw what happened.

Kids could be cruel when they wanted to be and you didn’t want your children in that environment right now. Summer break was three days away and it’s not like the kids actually had assignments to do at this point anyways.

You: I’m on my way, text your brothers. I’m picking up Lizzy first.

When you got to the school to pull your ten year old daughter out, the front office staff looked at you with pity and didn’t ask too many questions when you signed her out which you were thankful for.

“Mama, how come we’re leaving?” Elise asked once you were back in the car.

“We’re gonna go visit grandma and grandpa for a while, my mom and dad,” you explained. It technically wasn’t a lie, that’s where you were going, just not the reason why.

You pulled up at the boys high school, grateful they were all finally at the same school and didn’t need to make another trip.

“Liz, stay in the car okay?” You got out and locked the doors.

You quickly went to the attendance office and were surprised to see your children already waiting for you. Usually you had to sign them out before they could leave class but you weren’t going to ask how they managed to get out.

“Mom-“ Alex started.

“Not right now please, we can talk about it later but not right now.” You never wanted to drive upset.

Riley got in the front seat while Alex climbed in the back with Noah and Liz.

“Here, book flights to California while I’m driving,” you handed him your phone.

They were old enough to know what was going on and didn’t ask as to why.

“Ma, it’s almost $4,000…” he trailed off.

“Book them.” You didn’t care about the price. You made enough on your own without Ethan and considering how much money he gave his side girl he could afford it.

Riley did as you said and told you the flight left in 3 hours.

Once you got back to the house you quickly grabbed the luggage from the spare room and handed a bag to each child.

“Pack what you need and anything else we can buy over there. I want to be out of here in 20 minutes.” They all nodded and took off to their rooms.

You decided to go help Elise pack, knowing she would have a hard time deciding what was important. You grabbed a few outfits for her, her favorite shoes, along with a few other things and crammed them into the suitcase, not caring everything would be wrinkled. That could be taken care of later.

You quickly shoved a few pairs of jeans and tops into your own suitcase and zipped it up.

Everyone met you downstairs by the door and after asking to make sure everyone had everything you were set to go.

The boys threw everything in the car while you got Lizzy calmed down a bit.

Once at the airport you did your best to blend in. You didn’t want anyone getting photos of you and your family during the worst time in their lives.

The flight was long and tiring and the majority of the time you found yourself holding back tears as you shut your eyes.

How could Ethan do this? Why would he do this? Were you not enough for him? Did your family really mean that little to him that he would throw it away for some girl? And why would he air your dirty laundry on national television for everyone to see before he even told you of it? He said it started a year ago and that was the same time that it happened… is that why he went to another woman?

Once off the plane and in the car with your mom and children, you pulled out your phone to see dozens of missed calls and texts from Ethan.

E: I can explain

E: y/n please

E: I’m so sorry

E: she meant nothing

E: I should have told you before

E: please pick up

E: where are you? Where are the kids?

E: baby please don’t do this

E: I’m so sorry please come home and we can talk

E: I’ll fix this I promise what do you want me to do?

E: you aren’t picking up and neither are the kids please just answer

E: just let me know you’re okay please

E: I called your mom and she told me to fuck off and stay away from you so I’m guessing you went back to California

E: I’ll give you some space

All of those were from hours ago and from the looks on your kids faces in the backseat you saw they had similar messages from their father. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

You could cry later once you were alone. Right now your children needed their mother. And once they were okay, you needed yours.

It had been hours since Ethan completely screwed up everything. He was waiting by the phone for a message from you or the kids but nothing. Until he heard it ring and he read the message.

Alex: leave us alone and stop bothering mom, you’ve done enough.

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Need You // G.D. [PART TWO]*

Summary: Grayson refuses to give up on Y/N, who is battling conflicting feelings towards her disloyal ex-boyfriend.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, angst, smut, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, jealousy issues. PART ONE

She doesn’t think about him.

No, she most certainly did not think about her ex-boyfriend who she found out by his ex-girlfriend that he cheated on her a few months back, with her. She doesn’t think about the pain she felt when learning that information, on top of the fact that he just used her to get to Cadence. She doesn’t think about the numerous of nights he spent talking her down from a state of panic about an upcoming exam, or the fact that he had taken her virginity the night at a party, where at that time she was used as a rebound. Y/N most definitely doesn’t think about the places his hands roamed about her body, touching parts where she kept sacred before him, how he made love to her many of nights. But Grayson Dolan did not love her, because if he did, he wouldn’t have cheated at all.

So she doesn’t need Grayson.

At least, that’s what she tells herself.

“Fuck,” Y/N grumbles under her breath, opening her door to yet another bouquet of roses sent by Yours Truly. This had to be… what? The thirtieth one? Forty? She had lost count past twenty, tired of Grayson’s relentless and truthfully pathetic apologies in an attempt to try to win her back. She’ll admit, sometimes she thinks about giving in, but then she remembers her long-lasting morals of never going back to cheaters. Once a cheater, always a cheater. This fantasy she used to have of him being the best boyfriend ever, has now been destroyed, and she has to take herself down to earth a little.

Y/N reluctantly grabs the roses, plucking the tiny handwritten note attached to the string on the side. She almost throws it out right away, but curiosity never fails to get the best of her so she makes the poor mistake of reading them anyway.

My prettiest flower,

I hope you’re doing well today. Stopped by your work last week and you weren’t there, said you were out sick. I realize that might stalker-ish, but on the plus side I made the mistake of going inside to dozens of cute little dogs who stirred up my deathly allergies. Karma? Maybe. I miss you, and I love you. Maybe we can hang out and talk sometime?

Love, G.B.D.

Then she throws it out. Oh God, he’s stalking me now? Y/N would hate to find another place to work at, she loves her job, but she doesn’t want her ex-boyfriend showing up all the time in an attempt to win her heart. She thought she picked the right career choice that involves caring for animals he is severely allergic to, steering him away. But apparently that isn’t going to stop him in his pursuits, nothing will, according to him. She doesn’t understand why he’s so desperate in trying to get her back, it’d be so much easier for him to get any other girl off the streets? Hopefully he’ll treat the next one with actual respect. Maybe he should get back with Cadence.

Fuck.

Lisa’s stopped talking to him, apparently. Y/N remembers receiving a message from his mother expressing her absolute sorrows in what her son did, which she swears she “highly disapproves of” and “raised him better than that.” She even asked if they could still be friends and talk from time to time, and although she preferred to cut ties with anything Dolan related, she couldn’t turn away his sweet mother who has shown nothing but love and acceptance for her. She’d feel guilty if she were to say no.

Y/N utters a groan of frustration, laying the bouquet down on the countertop of the kitchen before settling herself on the couch. Why couldn’t he just get over her? Three months. It’s been three months since they’ve broken up and he just will not stop. But then again, she won’t stop thinking about him, and whenever she has an opportunity to hook up with somebody else and begin a new relationship, she turns it down. Because strangely, despite him cheating on her with his ex-girlfriend who she already felt insecure about in the beginning, a part of her will always hold onto him because he was her first love.

And that part of her still loves him.

-

Distractions.

Yes, it was just a distraction.

She never attended clubs before Grayson, but everything changed when that incident occurred. Her desperate attempts in trying to forget about her misery by drowning herself in alcohol never worked, no matter how many times her friends encouraged that it would. But no matter how much Y/N drank, that stupid image of him with Cadence she drew up in her brain never seems to dissolve, it haunts her to her very core until she’s in a flood of tears.

So tonight, she decided she wasn’t going to drink. She was going to let her wasted and disappointed best friends have fun on their own, while she keeps to herself awkwardly in the corner. Everything seemed to go perfectly fine until she eyes some dreadfully familiar entering the club, and that’s when her heart drops. It’s him.

Grayson.

What the hell? He doesn’t go to clubs, he’s sworn sobriety from alcohol or any other type of drug for his whole life. What the hell is he doing here? By himself? Oh God… he didn’t come here for her… did he? If so, how the fuck did he know she’d be here tonight!

Fucking stalker!

Y/N gasps when she realizes she had been staring at him too long - but can you blame her? No matter what kind of person she thinks he is, he’s still drop dead gorgeous. A sex God. The most handsome man she’s ever laid eyes on, who ultimately broke her heart in the end but she should’ve known by his appearance. Guys that beautiful have something in them, that negates the beauty. A flaw, and a tragic one at that. Her gawking must have caught his attention, because now he was looking over with a gaped mouth and wide eyes, feigning shock. He began to approach, and that’s when she bolted towards the dance floor in an attempt to flee from his wrath.

“Y/N!”

She doesn’t dare look back, or at least she shouldn’t, but when she sneaks a peak to see where he was, she ends up bumping into a hard chest. She gasps, absolutely embarrassed as she steps back and looks up to find a handsome man hovering over her. Not as handsome as her ex, but he was certainly fine. Borderline the man of her dreams. Golden locks of hair that draped against his forehead, and piercing blue eyes that bore into hers. The man smirked, gently grasping at her forearms to stabilize her wobbling movements.

“I-I’m so sorry,” she sputtered apologetically, face burning up. “I-I was just-”

“Running from someone?” Oh God. He has an Australian accent. She’s a sucker for accents. “No worries love, it was just an accident. Would you care for a dance, however?”

“A dance?”

“You know, a diversion away from the person you wish not to be around,” he chuckled, his smile sending a wave of love into her heart. “I’m Toby, by the way. And what do they call a lovely creature such as yourself?”

“Y/N,” she murmured softly, glancing at her feet. “Though, I’m anything but lovely.”

Suddenly her head is tilted up, and the man caresses her face lovingly before chatting, “Nonsense. You’re beautiful. Now, let’s dance, and make whatever son of a bitch that ruined your self-confidence regret the day he was born.”

Surprisingly, Y/N found herself relaxed in Toby’s arms as they innocently swayed their hips together in sync. However, things started getting a lot less innocent when their bodies got closer, and a dirty song blasted from the speakers of the room. Almost instinctively, she spun in his arms and pressed the curve of her ass up against his crotch, grinding down to the heavy beat of the baby-making music. Toby gripped her hips, and she could feel his hard-on up against her, but she didn’t mind. He nearly startled her when he began to nibble at her neck, but she also didn’t mind - in fact, it actual felt good. The best she’s felt in months and all due to a guy she’s barely known for twenty minutes.

However, she finds her eyes roaming elsewhere, as though a voice in the back of her mind wanted to show her something. Sure enough, she discovered it across from where she danced, at the bare where her ex-boyfriend sat in… drinking?! No! Grayson Dolan does not drink. At least not to her knowledge. Though it was really none of her business, and she wanted nothing more than to turn away and pretend she saw nothing, she knew she couldn’t just leave him there. So she apologized to Toby before departing, swiftly nearing the seemingly drunken man who was now being denied service from the bartender. That’s definitely not a good sign.

“Grayson?” she yelled over the music the second she got to him, his head instantly turning to her. She gasped.

He was crying.

“Y-Y/N,” he slurred, wiping away the tears streaming down his pink cheeks. “T-They won’t… they won’t give me a-anymore drinks.”

Oh God, he was belligerent, his speech almost incoherent. She looked at the bartender, who sighed in her direction, “I think it’s best you take your boyfriend home. He’s had to much and is way too drunk to be here right now.”

“He’s not my-” Y/N stopped herself from her correction, realizing it was pointless. “Fine. Come on Grayson, let’s go.”

She grabbed him by the arm and eased him out of his seat, glad that he managed to cooperate. So much so in fact that he didn’t mind wrapping his entire arm around her as they wobbled to the exit - more so on his part. He could barely walk and keep himself together; he was still sobbing pathetically. She asked him, out of curiosity, “Why are you crying, Grayson?”

“‘Cause I l-lost you,” he grumbled, hissing at the feeling of cold air against his skin the second they walked outside. “A-And now you’re d-dancing and kissing other m-men. And they’re not me.”

He was way too drunk for her to argue that he had no right to be jealous, and instead diverted the subject, “Did you drink here? Do you have your keys?”

He nodded, pointing to his left jean pocket which she soon dug into and quickly pulled out his car keys. Fortunately she spotted his Porsche sitting a few feet away on the street, parked by the meter she hoped he paid for… Wait, why does she care about that? She led him to his car, unlocking it and as she opened the passenger seat, Grayson tells her, “I still love you.”

She sighed. “I know.”

She helps him sit down and locks the seatbelt in place before going over to the driver’s side. She glanced at her ex who stared mindlessly at her, his eyes definitely somewhere else as he reeked of alcohol. She questioned, “Do you have your phone? I should call Ethan-”

“N-No!” he interrupted with a loud burp, and a light cough, as he continued to plea, “n-no, don’t call E, he’s going to be so mad at m-me. Please, don’t let him s-see me like this.”

Y/N grunted, “Then where am I supposed to take you, Grayson? I can’t exactly leave you in a car like this.”

He glanced down at his lap and spoke nervously, “T-Take me to yours.”

What the hell! That totally crosses boundaries! “Grayson-”

“Please, Y/N. I don’t wanna scare Ethan… I-I promise I’ll leave later, and s-sleep on the couch, but please don’t take me home. Lemme stay with you.”

Lemme stay with you.

“Fine.”

She drives towards her apartment, angry at herself for getting into this situation. Hopefully by morning he’ll be gone, but knowing him, he wouldn’t, and would most likely be dealing with a bitch of a hangover. Did he seriously almost drink himself to death because she was dancing intimately with another man? What an idiot. What a mess.

It was a struggle getting Grayson up the stairs, but they managed, and soon she was helping him stumble into her apartment that he hasn’t been in so long. She sits his ass on the couch and lays his keys on the coffee table, then runs to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. She runs back over and gives it to him, hoping that it would quicken his sobering up. Then she runs back to her bedroom to grab a couple of old blankets and a pillow, bringing them out to a Grayson in deep thought.

He looks up at her and says, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” For being an inconvenience?

“For everything,” he replied. “For hurting you. For lying to you. F-For this. I’m sorry. I really am sorry-”

“Stop saying sorry.”

“I love you.”

Ignoring his declaration, she hands him his pillow and blankets and utters under her breath, in quite a bitter tone that she partly regrets, “Goodnight.”

Then, she goes to bed, and dreams of him.

The next morning she had awoken to the sound of shuffling in the living room, which startled her for a moment until she remembered last night’s events. She cursed to herself; he hadn’t fucking left yet? Y/N stood up from her bed, grabbing her rope to wrap around her partly naked body as she walked out and found her ex-boyfriend missing from the couch. Instead, she discovered him in the kitchen, where he looked to be flipping some pancakes on a pan with his back turned to her. Fuck.

“What are you doing?”

He turned around, and smiled nonchalantly, “Making you breakfast, it’s the least I could do for your help. Thank you, by the way, for that. You didn’t have to.”

“Do you remember last night?” she questioned, unsure why she was bothering engaging a conversation. She hates him.

No you don’t.

Fuck you.

Grayson sighs. “Unfortunately, I do. I’m really sorry, by the way. I dealt with my emotions in the worst way possible, which you didn’t deserve to put up with. It’s safe to say that I won’t be doing that again.”

And then, she couldn’t help herself. “Why do you still love me?”

He froze up a little, clearly haven’t expected that question. He gave her a nervous look, “Do you really want me to answer that?”

She contemplates. “Yes.”

“I love you because you’re passionate. You worked so hard to get to where you are now, and I couldn’t be more proud. You’re a hard worker, a selfless individual who wants to make the world a better place, with the sweetest soul anybody could have, a great listener who let me rant my frustrations out to, a golden heart, an amazing sense of humor, and beautiful in every single way possible. All I know is I’m the happiest when I’m around you, I can’t ever stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try. I’m addicted to the sound of your voice and your loving touches. You’ve become a part of me, a part that I can’t seem to let go of.”

“But you didn’t love me at first,” she pointed out, ignoring the rise of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Grayson looks down. “No, I didn’t. But I learned to, and man, am I glad that I did. You’re the most amazing girl in the world.”

“Okay,” Y/N breathed shakily, taking a step closer to him. “Now riddle me this, Grayson Dolan: why do I still love you?”

His eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe what she just announced - and then he smiled, as if she said something incredibly brilliant and life-changing, the best thing he’s ever heard. She was mindlessly walking closer to him, unsure why, and he cleared his throat and spoke, “I-I don’t know why.”

“I don’t know why either,” she whispered, feeling like a complete idiot, but she still allowed her trembling fingers to reach out and grab onto his wrist. “But I do. No matter how many times I tell myself that I don’t, I still fucking do. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Love doesn’t make sense,” he murmured, heart-racing from her gentle touch against his skin. It might have been minor, but it was enough to last him a lifetime, if she were to kick him out in a few seconds. “Life doesn’t make sense, in general, but mine does when I’m with you.”

“Grayson…”

“Take me back, Y/N. Please. I promise I won’t ever hurt you again, I’ll vow loyalty for the rest of our lives. But even if you can’t give me that, then please let me be in your life in someway. I’d rather be a casual friend than nothing at all to you. I just need you in my life in some sort of way. Y/N-”

“Kiss me, Grayson.” She’s not really sure why those words left her lips, but she’s glad that she’s said them, because she realizes it is what she really wants.

And Grayson didn’t waste any time bending down a little and pushing his lips onto hers. It seems as though he’d freshen his breath, but she couldn’t still detect the underlying taste of alcohol - it wasn’t gross, just quite present. He grabbed onto her face and kissed her harder, like it is the last thing he’ll ever do. Their mouths opened and his tongue invaded hers, all the while they started walking backwards to her room down the hall. She should probably stop this, but she doesn’t want to. She knows it’s a bad idea, but then again, she’s made plenty of bad ideas before so this is a mere addition that may or may not top her list now. When her back hits the door, that’s when she pulls away from him, their breathing ragged as she tries to gather what had just happening, and what will happen after it.

Grayson leans down to kiss her again, but she turns her head so that his lips land on her cheek. He sighs and pulls away, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, “Oh… sorry… I just…”

Y/N mentally curses to herself, then grabs him again to kiss at his swollen pink lips herself. She reached backwards and twists the doorknob open, allowing them to walk inside of the small space of her bedroom. She eases herself down on the edge of the bed and he follows suit, his lips now moving towards her exposed neck. He nips at her skin, similar to the way that handsome stranger did so in the club, and she decides to crawl further onto the bed. Grayson watches carefully as she pulls at the strings of her robe, showing her entirely naked body except for the pink lace thong she has on. He doesn’t bother to hide his staring, and she spreads her legs apart, showcasing the developing slickness she has down there.

“You’re so beautiful,” he emphasized, inching himself closer between her legs.

“Then show me,” she tells him, almost in a pleading-like tone, as she slides the thin material of her thong down her naked legs. “Tell me how sorry you really are.”

“Yes,” Grayson spoke enthusiastically, hoisting his hands onto her knees as he settles his face comfortably between her thighs. “Holy shit, I missed seeing this part of you. So pretty for me, baby. So pretty.”

“Ahhh…” she squeals when his tongue swirls itself against her center, teasing her hole a little before moving to her clit. Her hands grasp at his broad shoulders, accessible to where she laid. She missed holding onto him this way when he made her weak like this, to the point where her vision blurred and toes curled. How her back arched with the increasing tingling feeling pressed against her hot core, his tongue continuing to lap away inside of her like it was nothing. And when she spilled, she always squeezed a little tighter, until she rode off the sensation and relaxed a little. “Grayson!”

He pulled away, and spoke in a determined voice, “I’m going to make sweet, sweet love to you, baby-”

“No.”

No?”

“I want you to fuck me, Grayson,” she clarified desperately, pulling at his shirt. She could really feel his hot skin underneath, the man was truly burning up. “Fuck me as hard as you used to. Please.”

“Shit, yes,” he groaned, raising his hand to spank the side of her thigh. “Hands and knees, baby. Always thought you were the prettiest that way.”

Because you couldn’t see my face, and that helped you picture your ex-girlfriend instead of me.

She positioned her body in doggy-style, yelping when his hand collided with her right ass cheek, then his fingers kneaded through her skin and massaged the sensitive flesh. He pulled off the rest of his clothing, aligned his hard cock to her entrance, and plunged himself inside, thrusting at an intense rate that almost made her fall forwards.

His hand reached for her hair and he pulled her head back, their eyes meeting momentarily before he growled, “I want you to look at me while I fuck the life out of you.”

“Mmm…” Y/N whispered, barely able to speak from the force he was fucking her in; she had forgotten how truly large his cock was, and how long it would take for her to get used to his cock. He was currently balls-deep inside now, and he wasn’t stopping for nothing. A thick layer of perspiration rose to the surface of her skin and she could already feel her knees buckling, as his hips persisted in slamming up against the curve of her ass.

He cums deep inside, but only waits until she finishes, until letting his body slump over hers which falls to the mattress. He could hear her attempt to catch her breath as he rested his face against her bare back, which he soon let’s his fingers draw circles in. Then, he dares to ask the anticipated question: “Are you going to take me back?”

Y/N sighs against her pillow. “No.”

His heart breaks into pieces, but it was an answer he expected - though didn’t quite understand. “Why not?”

“You jumped at the chance to have sex with me when I was still in such a fragile state, so I know that’s truly all you wanted,” she said, not even believing the words herself. It was bullshit, and she was a hypocrite, because that’s all she wanted from him. “This is my closure, I think I can finally move on. So, please, get out.”

Grayson pushed himself upwards, tears running down his face as he sputters, “B-But I need you.”

Y/N doesn’t bother to look at him, only sighs. “Well, I don’t need you.”

A/N: part 3? just got an idea

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Need You // G.D.*

Summary: Grayson uses Y/N as a rebound, and when the truth gets out, things get ugly.

Warnings: Angst, smutty themes, swearing, cheating.

She’s here.

Grayson watched as the love of his life stepped into the perimeter of their area, wearing the sexiest red dress he had ever seen. The little doll was a sight for sore eyes, and his instinctual reaction was to run up to her and kiss the life out of those pretty lips he loves so much. But he knew he couldn’t, that he had to stay and resist the urge to lose his self-control. But God, he wanted to hold her close in his arms and never let go, to sway to the soft beat of this music and ignore the rest of the party goers who were merely passing by the lovers with innocence. Unfortunately, he couldn’t have any of that, because if he did run up to kiss her, his girlfriend would probably be mad.

“Grayson, are you even listening?” Y/N demanded, knowing that his mind has shifted to somewhere else.

He mentally groaned, taking his attention away off Cadence who began immersing herself in her own group of friends, and focused himself back on his actual date. Y/N. Eh. They met a few months ago in his foul attempt to move on from his ex he was still deeply in love with, and had yet to actually drop her. She’s nice, pretty, and smart - but she’s no Cadence. Could never compare in a million years. She’s only here until he’s able to get his actual love interest back - who looked too busy talking to way too many boys now.

“I’m listening, babe.” No he wasn’t. She started the conversation with something that happened to her at school, and then after that his mind went blank. Cadence knew how to keep a conversation going, how to keep him intrigued. Y/N tended to bore him to death.

Y/N sighed, knowing it was an obvious lie. “Something’s on your mind, Gray. What is it? You can tell me, you know. Are you just not enjoying yourself? We can always leave the party if you want.”

God, does this woman ever shut up?

“No, I’m fine-” Grayson stopped himself when he noticed Cadence begin to look his way, her beautiful bright green eyes glaring at his date right next to him in pure envy. That’s when impulse kicked in, and he quickly grabbed Y/N by her face and leaned down to kiss her passionately. Well, at passionately as he could get, because he felt nothing. She was taken aback but still gave in, and when he pulled away he breathed out charmingly, “Just been wanting to do that for the past few hours.”

Y/N giggled, her arms still clinging around his neck with their bodies flushed together, “Why didn’t you just say so? I’d kiss you anytime, babe.”

I’m not your babe, he wanted to say. Grayson clutched her tighter when he looked up to find Cadence practically having public sex with some random guy, their bodies grinding up against each other as their friends cheered. He felt sick, absolutely sick to his stomach and he wanted to walk over and punch this random man in the face for touching his girl. But he also knew this was a strategic act his ex was playing, so he squeezed at Y/N’s ass and murmured, “Wanna go somewhere private?”

He could feel the timid girl beside him tremble a little from excitement, and he was thankful when she replied, “Yes.”

He led her past the couple swallowing each other’s faces, where at the last minute Cadence looked up and their eyes met. Grayson smirked when he saw the blaze of jealous fire in them, no doubt her wanting to run over and punch the daylights out of Y/N. She fought hard when she wanted something, probably one of things he loved most about her. But, it was probably one of the many reasons they had to break up. Well, she broke up with him, anyway. Mentioned something about them being too busy for each other. Any moment now, however, she’ll running into his arms and his current date will be long gone.

Grayson sighed to himself quietly as the walked through the crowded hallways of the house, trying to find an empty room. He loved sex, yes, but he loved it especially with Cadence. That girl was wild and dirty and down for anything, whereas Y/N seemed more reserved and had boundaries. Which he respected, of course, but he knew he’d be bored to death. The girl probably wouldn’t take too well being handcuffed and rammed the life out of her with his dick. It truly wasn’t a surprise when he had her pressed beneath him on a king sized bed, the room dimmed with green neon lights from the stranger’s bedroom - entirely unromantic - that she started to shiver away from his touch.

“Sorry,” she murmured, pulling away from his swollen lips. “I’ve never really done this before.”

“That’s okay,” Grayson assured, leaning back. “We don’t have to-”

But shockingly, Y/N immediately pulled him back and grinded her body up against his crotch, making him groan softly. “No, I want to.”

She may not be the girl of his dreams, and call him an asshole but he’s always down for sex. Though it’s difficult when she’s already naked and he’s only half-hard, so he has to squeeze his eyes shut and think about his ex downstairs who was with another man, in that scandalous red dress of hers. It only took a few moments for his cock to sprout upwards, and he gladly spread the virgin girl’s legs apart before carefully sliding in. Y/N said she trusted him. Took him off guard when she said she loved him, then she moaned out his time with slight hints of pain, then declared her love for him some more.

“Love you too,” Grayson grunted, thrusting in a few more times before cumming after pulling out of her right pussy. An obvious lie of course.

Because he loves Cadence.

-

Okay, so maybe Y/N isn’t that bad.

But he still misses Cadence. Fuck.

Now it’s been a little over six months, and by now Y/N has met Grayson’s entire family. And they all absolutely adore her. Whereas, with Cadence, they absolutely detested the poor girl, especially his mother and twin, who both teamed up by saying she was too controlling. That she hated it when another woman even breathed around him, and Lisa deemed that as toxic. Cadence also has tendencies that makes her seem “rude” but to him it’s just her being honest. Yes, it was another bump in the road for the old couple, but he was sure eventually they’d get along.

“Still thinking about her, huh?”

Grayson jumped at the sound of his mother’s voice, who suddenly appeared beside him. He gulped, feigning confusion as Lisa eyed him down, tearing his gaze away from Y/N who was currently playing with the family bird, Gizmo. “What are you talking about, ma?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Gray. I know how in love you were with that Cadence girl, and how you looked at her doesn’t look the way you’re looking at your current girlfriend right now,” she explained, crossing her arms. “Don’t you hurt this girl, Gray. I raised you better than that.”

He groaned. “Ma, I won’t. I like Y/N too, I promise…”

It was the truth. He was starting to develop some feelings for his new girlfriend, who doesn’t seem as boring as she did before. She was precious towards animals, which is why she was studying to be a vet, and everything she told him from school was starting to become interesting. How she expressed her passions was very alluring to him, similar to the way Cadence did only this time more sentimental? Cadence really only worked for the money, where Y/N worked for her happiness. She wasn’t just pretty, either. She was beautiful, but not the obvious beautiful. Her shyness was cute, but it really was a facade because she was absolutely vivacious in bed, something he hadn’t expected before. She was into things even Cadence wasn’t into, and he found that incredibly sexy. Also, when he needed to rant after a very rough day with an annoying Ethan, she listened to him. She let him speak his heart out and she hung onto to every single world, even at the late hours of the night.

So yes, for your information, he does like Y/N. She’s no Cadence, sure, but she’s different. He still wants his ex-girlfriend back, which is starting to make him feel a little guilty for leading this sweet innocent girl on. But she’ll understand in the end, right?

His mother wasn’t believing a single word he said, though, and she sniped, “Y/N’s a sweet girl. I already love her. If you dump her for that loud-mouth of yours I swear Gray…”

“Ma, I’m not.”

Another lie.

-

Y/N was at school, and Ethan left to go do some shopping, leaving Grayson all alone in his house. He really wasn’t doing much before he decided to work out, really going at it in only boxers and perspiration bundling at the surface of his skin. His breaths were hot and ragged as he goes to take a water break, and that’s when he hears her voice.

“Oh, what a glorious sight to walk into this fine morning.”

“Cadence!” he shrieked, dropping his water bottle as he turned towards the woman who now lingered in the doorway. She held a brown box in her hands, and he spoke again as she started approaching him, “H-How did you get in here?”

“Spare key, duh,” she snorted. “Just decided to finally come by and drop off your things you left at my place. Don’t want my new man to get pissed if he ever sees it lying around.”

Grayson clenched his fist, and replied, “Thanks. I’ll put it next to the Victoria’s Secret bag filled with thongs I bought for my girl.”

Okay, that sounded really forced.

Cadence smirked, “It’s so obvious you’re only using her to get to me, Gray. To get me jealous. It’s fucked up, but I’ll admit, it’s working.”

He arched his brow, a sly smile now painted on his eager lips. His ex-girlfriend just had to come by in the shortest mini skirt possible, and a crop top with her tits hanging out. She was purposefully tempting him, she just had to be. “Oh it is, huh?”

She set the box down and began trailing her fingers down his bare chest, through the ridges of his toned abs until she got to the waistband of his boxers. “Yes… so why are we still fighting it? Shouldn’t we give into temptations one last time?”

“Last time?” He shouldn’t feel so disappointed and hurt but he is.

Cadence sighed. “We’re no good for each other, Gray, let’s be honest. We both get overbearingly clingy and possessive, plus your family hates me anyway. You’re in a really great relationship that you should work on, too. Though, you guys do seem to have some issues you need to work on.”

Grayson scoffed, distraught by the fact his ex indeed did not want to get back together after all. “What issues?”

“That you’re about to cheat on her with me, duh,” she said, rolling her eyes before she grabbed him by the face. “Now, come on baby, give me all you got…”

So he did. He fucked her against the wall of the gym, they both came, shared one last kiss, then she left. And he was starting to feel like the first time they broke up, just a tad, but somehow not as hard. Maybe this spontaneous sex was closure for him, one last hoorah before he moved with his life. Because Cadence was right, he does have a great and healthy relationship with Y/N…

Which he just fucked up. Fuck.

-

“I love you…” Grayson purred into her ear, pushing his cock deep inside of her heavenly pussy. No, it wasn’t a lie.

He loves Y/N. It only took a year or so into their relationship, but now he genuinely means it. He can’t get enough of her. He doesn’t know why it’s taken him so long to realize how much he needs to cherish her, perhaps it was all his time comparing her to Cadence and using her as a rebound, but now it’s truly something more. Something he won’t fuck up again. Obviously he’s not going to tell her about his minor mishap in the gym a few months ago, he doesn’t really feel the need to explain? It would only make things complicated and he’d be back to where he was in the beginning - single and heartbroken.

“I… love… you… too… Gray.” He was making love to her, in the hotel bed of the room they rented for their one year anniversary. If they were going at it rough, she would be calling him something else, but he was addicted to the way his name rolled off her perfect little tongue. “O-Oh God, I need you.”

“I need you too, baby,” he practically cried, speeding up his rolling hips against hers. Saying ‘I need you’ was kind of their thing, ever since a few months ago when she had her breakdown over exams, and expressed how much she needed him to stay sane. He needs her too, to always be his girl forever.

-

“Did you think I was never going to find out, you fucking bastard?”

Grayson looked up from the couch as Y/N entered the room, looking pissed as hell. Okay, more than that. Furious. Her eyes looked swollen and blotched from tears as she stormed towards him, fingers clenched into tight fists. He stood up, his stomach dropping and heart pounding from fear of an impending explosion. He’s never seen her so angry.

“Baby, did I do something wrong?” he asked worriedly. It was laughable, even to him, because he did everything wrong.

“Don’t call me that! And you know what you did, you fucked.” If looks could kill, he’d definitely be dead ten times over. “I ran into Cadence today. She told me something very strange while I was checking out her sick cat.”

Shivers ran down Grayson’s spine at the mention of his ex. Oh God. He knew what this was all about. He’s so fucked. He’s so fucked.

“Y/N-”

“She told me about how you two had sex in the gym while I was at work! Some ‘one last goodbye’ thing when you and I were already months into our relationship! She said you fucked the life out of her, told her how much you needed her… oh god,” Y/N whimpered, starting to cry again. “I lost my virginity to you! You cheating piece of shit!”

“I’m sorry,” Grayson murmured, unsure of what to say but tears were leaving his eyes as well. “I-I wasn’t thinking, I was an idiot-”

“Were we based on a lie? Cadence told me up until that point, you were never over her,” Y/N seethed, giving him a disgusted look as tears streamed down her face. He hated seeing her cry. “Did you really just use me, j-just to get back with her? Tell me the truth, Grayson.”

Fuck.

“Yes,” he admitted, sending her into a string of tears once again. “B-But it was wrong and I shouldn’t have! I fell in love with you eventually, Y/N, I truly did. I really do love you, much more than I ever loved Cadence-”

“But you cheated on me!”

“It was a mistake.”

Y/N sniffled, unable to look at him. She starts backing away towards the front door, a really, really, bad sign. “We’re over.”

Grayson quickly rushes over to her, grabbing onto her wrist frantically as he sobs, “No, baby, please! I’m sorry! Please don’t leave m-me… I… I… need you.”

“I need you too,” she whispered, shoving his body off of her. She wiped away her tear-stained cheeks, and sniffled. He did this. He did this to her. He destroyed a sweet and innocent soul and she would never be the same again, because of him.

“Now… now I need you to fuck off.”

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Ezra and Grant looking for the brownies while Nicky and Luc are in the living room

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Spaces (E.D.)

II: FALLING

Summary: Everyone always looks for the exact moment they can use to point to. Some clear indication as to why a couple that seemed perfect and in love would suddenly choose not to be. But, what if there isn’t one? 

Word count: 20.7K 

A/N: strap in for this one she thick hehe love ya please spam me with reactions 

As always gif by the beautiful @ethanhes 💜

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When midnight struck on Ezra’s sixteenth birthday, he walked into the kitchen of the Dolan vacation house in Brisbane Australia to be met with a mess of streamers, banners, confetti poppers, and the dissonant chorus of his family members trying to sing “Happy Birthday” to him with bright smiles. His father dove forward when his brother tried to grab the birthday cake sitting pretty on the counter to bring over to Ezra, and Ezra only chuckled, accepting his aunt’s application of a party hat onto his hair and leaning down to blow out his candles.

As he smiled for the camera and opened his presents, he wondered what his mother was doing.

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