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“I think I'm more ready than him.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “Y/N is super close to giving birth, and she’s worried Gray isn’t going to be helpful bc he is such a heavy sleeper. But once the baby comes he hears the little one waking up before Y/N does.”

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“Your due date is almost here! Are you and Grayson ready?” Your mom asked. You’d been spending the day with her and you’d just sat down to lunch.

“I think I’m more ready than him,” you laughed, “mostly to get her out. But, I’m so ready to meet her and hold her and love her.”

“I’m excited to meet her too. How’s Grayson about all this?” She asked.

“He’s excited too. He’s been so excited ever since I told him I was pregnant. But I feel like I’m gonna be doing a lot of the late nights on my own. He’s such a heavy sleeper, and as soon as he’s out, he’s out.”

“You never know, people change once they become parents.” Your mom said with a smile. You finished your lunch, did a bit more shopping, and she dropped you back off at home at the end of the day.

“Hey hon, how was your day?” Grayson asked as you walked into the house.

“Good. Mom says hi.” You said with a smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. You sat in the living room and talked about your days, decided on dinner, and spent the rest of the evening hanging out together at home.

The last few months of your pregnancy flew by, and once your baby was born, and you had her back home, you and Grayson quickly adjusted to being parents. The first few weeks to having your baby home were rough, considering all the late nights and limited sleep you’ve been getting.

“Finally, she’s asleep.” You sighed as you set the baby monitor on your nightstand and rolled into bed next to Grayson. You lied there talking with him for a bit before you felt yourself fall asleep. A few hours later, you heard noise coming from the baby monitor and as you woke up, you noticed Grayson wasn’t in bed next to you.

“Grayson?” You called out as you got out of bed. You walked down to the nursery and found Grayson sitting in the rocking chair and holding her. You smiled to yourself as you noticed how tiny she looked in comparison to his arms.

“Hey hon. What are you doing up?” He asked.

“I heard your humming in the baby monitor.” You said, walking over to him as he turned his attention back to the baby.

“Yeah, I heard her sounding like she was waking up so I came to check on her. She was moving around a little bit, so I sat with her a little, trying to let you get some more sleep.” He explained.

“Here, let me take her so you can go back to bed.” You held out your arms to take her, but Grayson just shook his head.

“It’s okay, she’s almost back asleep. You go back to bed.” He said, smiling up at you. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and went back to your room and got comfortable in bed. A couple minutes later, you felt the bed move and Grayson wrap his arms around you. You smiled to yourself as you intertwined your fingers with his and drifted off to sleep.

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MASTERLISTS

As of: May 25, 2019

ETHAN

Part 1

GRAYSON

Part 1

Part 2

BOTH

Part 1

Ethan Dolan Masterlist (1)

All Masterlists

“Netflix and Chill?”

“I’m coming over for cuddles and kisses.”

“I’m living every girls dream.”

Shopping

“I can make an exception for you.”

Chillin’ by the Fire

Date Night

“I don’t care if I get sick.”

“I miss you so much.”

“Chivalry is dead, but you’re still kinda cute.”

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re sleeping.”

“No hints, sorry.”

“Morning, beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is my business.”

“Be the strong girl that I know you are.”

“I believe in you, and you should believe in yourself.”

Baby Food Challenge

“I’m so glad I can finally call you mine.”

“I’m catching feelings.”

“I need to know that you’re okay.”

Babysitting

“I don’t like when we fight.”

“I hope you’re not mad at me.”

Day of Filming

“Come with us.”

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Please prove them wrong.”

“Happy new year.”

“This is gonna be a long night.”

Late Night Dance Party

“Thank you for being here.”

“I love you so much already.”

First Date (preference)

“It’s time for us to take the next step.”

“I cherish our friendship more than anything.”

“I promise they’ll love you.”

“Any time would’ve been a good time.”

“Babe, is everything okay?” (blurb)

“You should smile more.” (blurb)

“How can you love something so broken?” (blurb)

“I could really use a cuddle.” (blurb)

“I just wanted us to have a lazy day together.”

Boyfriend Buys My Clothes

“You haven’t told him yet?”

“Can anything else go wrong tonight?”

“I told you to be careful.”

“I can’t wait to fill this house with memories.”

“You’re gonna have another me to deal with.”

“I can’t wait for you two to find out.”

“You wanna take a drive with me?”

“I need to take care of you.”

“You deserve this so much.”

Ruin

“Loser gets their tongue pierced.”

My Couch

“Yes, I am your boyfriend.”

“I just feel like laying in bed all day.”

“Do you wanna get inside your house or not?”

“I think you would be the perfect fit for him.”

“You’re so much more beautiful in person.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

“I’m so happy you’re here now.”

“I would’ve remembered someone as pretty as you.”

“Of course I still love you.”

Never Be The Same

“I wanted her to be back to herself.”

“It felt good to relive all those memories.”

“I wont get hurt, I promise.”

Nothin’ Like You

Seven Minutes in Heaven

“You deserve someone who loves and appreciates you.”

“Why me?”

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out on a date, but I’ve been so nervous.”

Make Me Wanna

All I Can Think About is Gettin’ You Home

“Days like this are perfect.”

“We’re cute as hell.”

“I’m not yours, and you’re not mine.”

“I should be over all the butterflies.”

“It was the best you’d ever had.”

“All I want is for you to be happy.”

“When are you giving us grandbabies?”

Partner In Crime

“I want to spend as much time with you as you’ll let me.”

“I know how happy you make her.”

“Do you know what it’s like to be someones second choice?”

“Your hair is so pretty.”

“I needed this more than I thought.”

“I plan on spending my life falling deeper in love with you.”

“I’m glad you finally let me take you out.”

“All the small things.”

Late Night Facetime

“As soon as I’m done, you will have my full attention.”

“You’re a natural in front of the camera.”

“Do I have to call you Grayson all day?”

“I really do enjoy seeing you and hanging out with you.”

“I worry about you and I want you to be careful.”

“I always knew your name would be a good tattoo.”

“I like me better when I’m with you.”

“I wish we could have more than just a friendship.”

“Don’t you ever forget what you get to come home to.”

“Happy birthday, baby.”

“I had my own motives.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“You know I’d do anything to see you happy.”

“I’m tired of keeping this secret.”

“I was so nervous to ask you to prom.”

“I just wanted to check on you.”

“We found a twitter account with a very familiar username.”

“I’m going to spend all weekend taking care of you.”

“It’s the greatest time of year.”

“You’ve never worn any of my clothes.”

“I’m worried about him.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I was a mess when you came along.”

“I really should’ve said something.”

Day of Pranks

“I’m obsessed with you entirely.”

“Are you two the happiest you can be?”

“Do you recognize this place?”

“Anyone would be incredibly lucky to date you.”

“Do you ever feel like I hold you back?”

“Your voice is so soothing.”

“I’m sorry for overreacting.”

“You deserve all the compliments.”

“We’re gonna love the three of you just the same.”

“You deserve all the congrats in the world.”

dating them would be like... (E & G)

a/n: after the wonderful feedback from my first imagine i thought i’d write a little blurb :) also please send me some requests!!

Grayson

- late night cuddle sessions

- his arms around your waist

- you being the little spoon

- him cooking for you

- “thanks gray”

- “do you like it?”

- he’d be all blushy and nervous as he watches you take a bite

- “of course baby”

- lots of long hugs

- “i needed this hug”

- grocery shopping together

- basically buying whatever food ethan wants

- taking lots of photos together

- bryant would take so many

- a lot of pda

- always touching one way or another

- showing you off the anyone you meet

- “have you met my gorgeous girlfriend, Y/N?”

- holding hands

- his fingers interlacing yours

- late night car rides in the Bronco

- tame impala would be softly playing in the background

- working out together

- him being super cuddly

- “i’ve missed you”

- him loving you no matter what

- late night swim sessions

- shopping for clothes together

- blasting kid cudi throughout your house

- making lip sync videos together

Ethan

- helping him edit youtube videos

- “e, you gotta add a sound effect”

- “shit, thank you”

- sleeping in late

- “mmm five more minutes”

- “fine with me”

- his arms holding you tight in his sleep

- him being super protective of you

- “be careful”

- compliments alllll the time

- “you’re so pretty”

- “you smell so good”

- “look at my gorgeous girl”

- nicknames

- “baby”

- “love”

- forehead kisses

- coming up with video ideas

- “that is horrible Y/N”

- “i tried my best!”

- having him wrapped around your finger

- “can you please get me my phone?”

- “of course baby”

- he’d do anything for you

- tickle fights

- “stop it!”

- having laughing fits together

- supporting each other no matter what

- “you did wonderful baby”

- play fighting

- cute texts to each other throughout the day

- “i miss you, come home soon”

- buying each other cute gifts

- walks around the neighborhood

- especially in the fall

- being the happiest couple

our little girl (ethan dolan)

It was the day - the moment the two of them have been waiting for. The day that could possibly change their lives forever. The day their little girl is welcomed into their lives - Y/N’s due date.  

Y/N uncomfortably laid in their shared bed with no sleep in sight. Her swollen stomach refused to allow her to fall into a peaceful slumber. The loud snores of Ethan, her wonderful husband, filled the room. She drifted her eyes to the digital clock on her nightstand. Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched the clock strike 12:00 am. Her heart dropped nervously, as if the pain would commence immediately. When the digital clock switched to 12:01 am, her nerves slowed slightly. 

She carefully rose from the sleepless bed. Looking back at the bed she just left, Ethan curled onto her side, tightly hugging her pillow. He mumbled lightly to himself before drifting back to sleep - or so she thought. Her chuckle filled the air lightly, and she turned to leave the room. 

“Baby, where are you going?” Ethan groaned, once he realized her side of the bed was empty. “Can’t sleep,” she replied, “just nervous, go back to bed.” However, he did not listen to her request.

Ethan rolled around two times before hopping out of bed. He trudged over to the worried woman and engulfed her in a bear hug. She snuggled her face into his fuzzy hoodie. “Everything is going to be okay,” he mumbles, “Come on Y/N.” He grabbed her hand and guided her to the newest addition of their home. 

The pair entered the light pink nursery, that will soon hold the life of their little girl. Y/N’s eyes, filled with anticipation, danced around the room. Their little girl will be growing up here. 

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted from her lower stomach. A look of fear crossed her face, but she quickly brushed it off as the baby kicking. Her little girl was always active - thanks to Ethan’s hyperness. 

She let Ethan guide her through the room, as he stopped to touch the little details of the baby’s room - a stuffed giraffe, a knit blanket, even the yarn wall decorations. She knew how excited he was. Ethan would brag to his friends and family about him becoming a dad, especially to a little girl. He was more than ready to welcome this little girl into the world. 

Y/N glanced at the wooden clock, hung on the wall, to see 1:05 am glaring back at her. “It’s only been an hour,” she whispers, scared to disturb the peace. 

Ethan looked down at her, with love in his eyes. He whispers, “I know, crazy huh?” She nodded in response and leaned into his side. He wrapped his muscular arms around her swollen figure. Y/N lets out a long, deep breath. 

“What is on your mind?” he questioned. Ethan felt the worry flood his body, as he looked at his distressed wife. 

She was reluctant to share what was on her mind, but she gave in anyway. Y/N could never keep anything from Ethan. 

“We’re going to be parents,” she replied, “Not like babysitting Grayson’s kids but actual parents.” Ethan grinned at the mention of his brother, “I know. We are going to be the best, way better than Grayson.” She laughed out loud. The brothers never stopped bickering even after all these years.

He continued, “But you are going to do great, you will deliver our little girl. I will be right by your side.” Tears welled in her eyes at his gentle words. She muttered a quick thank you. “Lets head to bed,” Ethan suggests.

Silently, Ethan caressed Y/N’s hand and led her back to their shared bedroom. He carefully helped her back onto her side of the bed. Once she was settled, Ethan slid into the bed with her. Sleep flooded both of their minds. 

Suddenly, a painful ache surged through her body, waking up the poor soon-to-be mother. Her eyes shoot open in disbelief and annoyance flooded her tired body. The was going to the Longest Day of Her Life, but all thanks to their little princess. 

part 2?

absolutely wanna marry this bitch

anonymous asked:

Can you do their "Ideal Girl" thing? For both? (like who would suit them best [non-physically])

(idk i’m tired, this is probably just a lot of rambling)

so i feel like, grays ideal type, is someone who’s extremely adventurous. someone who, like him, will decide to pick up and leave the country at the drop of a hat, someone who is sitting on the couch, on a tuesday afternoon and randomly decide they want to go hiking, or bungee jumping, get a tattoo, or pick up surfing, someone who will always keep him on his toes. someone who has duality, someone who can be loud and crazy and full of wonder and adventure, but also lay in bed and talk about incredibly deep things with him sometimes, like, the meaning of life, the universe, aliens, and everything in between. someone who has a good sense of humor is clearly necessary, someone who will laugh with him, and reassure him he is indeed, the funnier twin. someone who can teach him things! i feel like this is such a big one? like he would 100% want someone who could show him things he never thought about, and teach him things he would have never known otherwise. he truly seem like the kind of person who never wants to stop becoming better, or smarter, or learning new things. wow, this turned into a novel quick. but basically, i see him just wanting someone intelligent, kindhearted, understanding, humorous and always ready for anything.

ethan, i think would want someone kind of the opposite of him? not in all ways of course. i feel like you definitely need to have a sense of humor that resembles his, and be accepting of his loud, crazy ass, and how he tends to be extremely extra and also a huge baby at times. i feel like he’d want someone who would baby him a little. he would want to feel manly and in control most of the time, but i think he’d also want someone who would like, help him remember things, and give him praise pretty frequently. i think someone who could keep him grounded, and be there for him to talk to when he needs it. i feel like he’s the same way as gray, when it comes to needing someone adventurous and always ready to do just about anything. but i feel like more than anything though, he just wants someone to hype him up and love him and laugh at all his dumb jokes, and make him laugh too, and he’d be set. i feel like he’s just so laid back that there isn’t much more to it.

(send me dolan twin prompts. i thoroughly enjoy this)

anonymous asked:

being friends with grayson and you are smiling at your phone and grayson gets jealous

(once again, i tried real hard! i’m not sure how great i am at this!!)

gray: sushi?

“ugh” y/n sighs. she cannot say no, to either sushi, nor her best friend. but like, SELF CARE NIGHT! how dare he ruin this!

y/n: take out? you can pick it up and we can eat here and you can watch me do face masks and watch rom coms :)

she sends the text and immediately gets a reply.

gray: nope. sorry. you’re either coming, or i’m taking e. speak now or forever hold your peace…

y/n let’s out another heavy sigh.

y/n: okay, well you’re driving. give me 20.

she gets up and changes her clothes, and heads to the bathroom to pull her hair up and make sure her face was presentable when she heard a honk outside. it’s been 10 minutes. why does he not listen?

she rolls her eyes, grabs a jacket and heads to the car. “hey, idiot. i said 20 minutes. it’s been 10.” he smiles. “hey, stupid. when do i ever do what you say?” he laughs.

they pull up to the restaurant and are seated, grayson takes the reigns and orders, he knows exactly what she likes, so when her phone lights up, she grabs it and sees a text.

mom: how’s your evening of self care going? you inspired me. i’m currently soaking my feet in warm water with a face mask on and watching reruns of How to Get Away with Murder. i should indulge like this more often.

y/n laughs and rolls her eyes.

y/n: actually! g pulled me away from self care night. he was craving sushi. and you know i can’t say no to a cali roll. so self care is put off for yet another day, i’ll get to it eventually.

as she hits send and puts her phone down, she looks up to see grayson staring. “you gonna pay attention to me at all tonight?” y/n scoffs. “as if you’re never on your phone, dolan. relax. quit being needy” she says as her phone dings again.

mom: i don’t think it’s the sushi roll you can’t say no to, i think it’s the boy taking you to get said sushi roll.

she chokes back a laugh and feels her cheeks starting to grow red with embarrassment.

y/n: okay, mom. why are you calling me out like this? go watch your show. i’ll call you later. love you.

she sets her phone down again, when she brings her attention back to grayson he’s once again staring and this time has a not so pleasant look on his face. “if i would have known you were gonna sit on your phone and giggle the whole time while you’re texting some other dude, i would have brought ethan along instead” he says in a tone that catches her off guard. is he joking? is he serious? she truly cannot tell. “i mean seriously, i just wanted to have dinner with you, we haven’t spent any one on one time in awhile, and i’ve been missing you a lot, and i-“ y/n cuts him off “gray. it’s my mom. i’m texting… my mom. a dude? where did you even get that idea from?” it’s his turn to feel his face turning red. “i’m sorry y/n. i just missed you is all…” he says with sincerity. “lets start this conversation over,” he says. she nods her head and puts her phone on silent and slips it into her pocket. “sounds good to me!” she says gleefully, while still being a tad bit confused. grayson looks at her, and smiles, “so, did you tell your mom we’re on our first official date or what?” she looks at him bewildered. “date?” he smirks. “i said what i said.”

no, she most certainly hadn’t said that, but she can’t wait to tell her the second he drops her off. but for now, she thinks it’s best she just keeps her phone in her pocket for the rest of the evening…

anonymous asked:

concept: going to the beach with the twins and they have never seen you in a bikini before

(okay i’m not sure this is what you wanted! but here ya go! i tried my hardest! ily thank u)

sunscreen? check. sunglasses? check. beach towel? check. self confidence? not so sure.

you hear a honk come from outside your window. knowing it’s e and gray, you grab your bag and head for the door. you pass by a mirror hanging in the hallway, with a deep breath you glance at your reflection and gain the courage to walk to the car.

it’s just like any other day, there isn’t any reason for you to be nervous and you KNOW this. these are your two best friends and you’re just going to the beach to tan. but like, these are solid men. who work our all the time. have the bodies of actual greek god’s. what are they going to say when you remove your clothes and stand there with your mediocre, NOT hand sculpted by jesus christ himself body? probably not much, but like, that doesn’t stop you from worrying.

the car ride was 30 minutes, but it went by faster than you would have hoped. as you hopped out of the car, ethan and grayson were about 10 steps ahead of you seeking out the perfect place to set yourselves up for the day. they settled on an area, and immediately removed their shirts and laid towels down. you sat down next to them after laying your towel out, without removing any of your clothing. instead you pulled a book out of your bag and started reading. they didn’t seem to notice but in the back of your head you knew this would get weird, super quickly.

you sigh a breath of relief. this could actually be a really good day after all.

Sick Boy (G.D)

This is my first proper blurb, hope you all enjoy! If you want to request anything, please do! ✨💛

Summary: Your boyfriend Gray gets extremely sick after filming a video with his brother for their friend Juanapa’s channel.

“what time are you guys filming today, gray?” you called out from your bed to your boyfriend who was currently brushing his teeth in the bathroom. “juanapa will be here in about 20 minutes babe, so we’ll probably get started soon after that” he tried to reply with his mouth full of toothpaste. the boys were filming for juanapa’s channel today, after he taught them how to speak spanish for their video yesterday. gray had told you it was going to be a pretty casual video where him and e would try to teach their friend american slang, with a few punishments if he got any wrong. however gray wasn’t too sure what the punishments were going to be.

———-

once juanapa had arrived at the house you shared with gray and ethan, they hung out for a while and discussed some ideas for the video. they had been gone now for about 2 hours and it was strange having the house so quiet for that long, as the boys would normally be filming in the studio at home, there was always noise. speaking of noise, your phone started to ring. you looked down and saw ethan’s name on your screen.

“hey e, you boys done filming already?” you asked.

“actually Y/N, we’re half way through the video. me and gray just had our first punishment”
from the sound of his voice, you already didn’t want to know how this punishment had gone wrong.

“ok, whose hurt and what do you want me to do to help?” you chuckled under your breath, asking him to continue.

“it’s gray, we had to eat some fresh garlic and in our defense, we really didn’t think it was going to be that bad. but fuck Y/N, it was actually the worst and we both got sick.” he paused for a second and you could hear someone throwing up in the background, which you presumed would be your poor boyfriend. your thoughts were confirmed when you heard ethan ask his brother if he was ok.

“are you able to come and pick him up? there’s no way he can finish the video and i’m going to stay here like we originally planned and help juanapa finish and edit, but he really needs to get home Y/N” he continued.

“just txt me his address and i’ll leave now. i’ll bring him a bucket and some water for the drive home, just bring my poor boy out to the car when i get there.” you both lightly chuckled at grays misfortune and hung up.

——–

once you arrived you could already see all 3 boys on the front steps waiting for your arrival. but only one very sick looking boy caught your attention. your boy. he was sat on the last step with his head resting on top of his knees.

“hi baby” you said as you jumped out of the car and walked over to grayson. this caused his head to slowly rise and look up at you.

“hi, can you take me home please?” he asked weakly, trying to smile.

he really did look pale and super sick. it was worse than what you thought and now you were starting to feel bad for laughing with ethan when he told you gray got sick from eating a piece of garlic.

juanapa looked at you with a sad smile and said how much he regretted choosing garlic to put in the bowl with the rest of the disgusting foods. you smiled at him and told him gray would be fine and you’d look after him at home.

——–

the drive back was quicker than you thought it would be as gray held it together and wasn’t sick, so you didn’t have to stop. but once you were home and bought him to your bedroom, he had been sick three times.

it was now 5.30 in the afternoon and gray had been asleep for about half an hour. now was the perfect time to quickly make him up some crackers and grated apple to hopefully settle his stomach and make him feel better. you walked back to your room with the tray of food and a tall glass of cold water and even from the hallway you could hear that grayson was now awake and emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet, again.

you placed the tray down on his nightstand and slowly walked into the bathroom. he was laying across the cold tiled floor with just his head hanging over the toilet bowl. this made your heart sink and your lips frown. you stepped around him and slid down the bathroom wall so you were sitting behind him and could rub his back.

“thankyou Y/N. i honestly don’t know why that made me so sick but i’m so glad you’re here. you always look after me so well, i love you.” he said as you gently ran your soft hands up and down his muscular back. “i love you, i’ve always got you gray.” your replied

you kissed his back and asked if he was ready to go back to bed. he nodded and got himself off the floor and headed back into your room. you both climbed into your designated sides and snuggled together until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

——–

you woke up the next day to the sound of gray cooking in the kitchen. you rolled over and look at the time on your phone. it was 11.45 in the morning. ‘how did i sleep in so long?’ you thought to yourself, slightly confused as you were normally an early riser.

as you reached the bottom of the stairs you could see gray standing over the stove top and could smell your favorite pasta cooking. “mmm, smells so good baby. but how are you feeling?” you asked grayson as you stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. he turned around to look at you, his sick and pale face from yesterday gone, replaced with his usual sunkissed coloured skin and cheeky smile. “so much better, i feel 100% fine and wanted to cook you your favorite food for lunch to thankyou for looking after my sick ass yesterday” he chuckled as he bent down, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

“well, thankyou for doing that for me gray. but you know i’ll always look after you when you need it and even when you don’t. ill always have your back.” you both smiled lovingly at each other.

“so did you add extra garlic to the sauce? you know that’s my favorite!” you teased grayson as he looked back at you in horror.

He’s so pretty, literally fuck off

Someone to me - Grayson Dolan Imagine

Hi! This is my first imagine so please enjoy! Please let me know what you ACTUALLY think of this. I’ve never done this before so I have no idea what I am doing. IF YOU LIKE IT LET ME KNOW, MAYBE I will do a part 2 :) !


Summary: Y/n gets dragged to a party when she meets a handsome stranger at the start of a panic attack. 


Warning!: This imagine does deal with anxiety, mainly social anxiety. I am not saying that this is how everyone who has a panic attack or deals/struggles with anxiety feels. This is just how it is for me. In no way am I trying to romanticize anxiety. I know that it is a mental illness that many struggle with every day because I do struggle with it. I just had this idea after having a panic attack after being forced to give a speech in front of a lot of people.

The room felt as though it was on fire and suffocating you. There were way too many people shoved into James Charles’ apartment in the bustling city of Los Angeles.
You didn’t even know why you were at this party. You didn’t know anyone and really didn’t belong with this crew of people. It had been your friend f/n, who begged you to come with her. Now, this was her scene. She was an aspiring model who had somehow stumbled upon several internet celebrities and became great friends with James and some other people.
Now you were a different case. You were y/n, a shy, awkward, human being who had written a novel that was in the works of being published by a big publishing company here in LA. Your friend had been kind enough to let you crash with her while you hammered out the last details of your novel and then you planned to book it back to your home state ASAP.
It was obvious how much f/n was enjoying herself. She seemed as though she didn’t have a care in the world as she danced to the pop music that blasted through the speakers, casually sipping some kind of alcohol from her red solo cup. It was as though f/n was the center of attention, which definitely didn’t bother you. You were the most content that you were going to be at this party as you stood quietly from the far left corner of the apartment, gripping the already warm water bottle that you had grabbed from y/f’s fridge before being physically dragged out the apartment by a relentless f/n.
You were shaken out of your thoughts someone tapping your shoulder. You quickly turned around to be met with the most attractive guy who you had ever had ever laid your eyes on. He had dark brown hair and a jawline that could cut glass, with a small angel wing necklace the dangled from what was his left ear but your right.
“What are you doing here all by yourself?” He inquired, tilting his head ever-so-slightly to the right, making your heart melt a little.
“Um…I don’t know, my friend f/n dragged me here.”  You said, inwardly cringing at the fact that you stumbled over your words, but that was nothing new. You suffered from social anxiety so putting yourself out there and meeting new people was extremely difficult for you.
“Oh, you know f/n?” The attractive young man responded fairly quickly and you figured by the way that he said that sentence that he probably had some kind of romantic interest in her. You couldn’t blame him, she was everything that you would never be.
“Yeah, she’s been my… um, best friend since I was ten. I mean we were both ten but she was a grade younger than I so…”  You looked up to see the poor guy completely confused by what you were saying. This is why you hated talking to new people, you just made yourself seem like some big idiot. “I’m sorry, I’m not good with talking to people.” With that he laughed, making you feel like absolute shit.
“Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong, you were just talking really quiet and for some goddamn reason James has the speaker blasted and it’s kind of hard to hear you.” The boy explained, making your heart soar, realizing that he wasn’t mocking or making fun of you like most guys have done to you in the past.
“So what are you doing in LA? No offense, but you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“I’m a writer and I’m working on getting my book published.” You explained, raising your voice slightly so he could hear you more clearly. His eyes became the size of saucers.
“Really?” You nodded your head in response, suddenly being hit with a wave of anxiousness as you realized more and more people were making their way into the apartment, making the exit seem farther and farther away and as although you were trapped in here. “That’s amazing!”
“Thanks.” You choked out, feeling as though the air in your lungs was being sucked out by a vacuum. It felt as though all eyes were on you, even though they obviously weren’t. In your head, you imagined that they were all secretly judging you. Judging your body, the way you were dressed in jeans and a graphic t-shirt, the way you wore your hair. It felt as though they were judging every inch of your exterior and it made it feel as though the room was collapsing even more inwards.
“Are you okay?” He was gentle, placing a hand on the middle of your back ever so slightly, as though you were a fragile piece of glass that could break at any moment. You nodded your head again but the boy did not shake off his look of worry for your safety. He bit his lip as though in concentration and quickly grabbed his phone from his jean jacket and texted someone. He looked up and gave you a small grin. “Give me one more minute, okay?” Still confused but very intrigued by the handsome man standing in front of you, you nodded your head again for the third time.
“Here you go Grayson, you owe this sister big time.” You looked up to see James giving the guy, Grayson, a set of keys. James turned his head and looked at you. “Oh hi, y/n! Sorry, I haven’t seen you here, I’ve been kind of busy making sure no one ruins my place.” He leaned in and gave you a quick hug, which you awkwardly returned. “I see you’ve met Grayson, we’ve known each other forever…” It was as though James had a realization as he stopped speaking and looked between the two of you. “Oh I see what’s going on and you better not do anything nasty in there!” With that, a crash was heard coming from the opposite end of the house, causing James to turn in that direction. “Sorry, duty calls and I mean it Grayson, no dirty business!” He gave Grayson one more look and disappeared among the flock of people.
“Hey, follow me please, if you don’t mind.” With that, he grabbed your small hand in his larger and much warmer one and led you down a much less condensed hallway with several doors on each side. Grayson led you to the end of the hallway and stopped in front of a light gray door on the right side. He reached into his pocket, grabbed the keys that James gave him and preceded to attempt to find what key fit into the lock. As he did that, you noticed a girl pinned up against the wall by a boy as they made out very lustfully. Upon further inspection, you realized it was f/n. You quickly directed your eyes to focus down on a small portion of the hardwood floors that you were currently standing on and waited for Grayson to be done doing whatever he was doing.
“Aha!” With that, Grayson jiggled the door handle and opened the room. “Come in here.” With that, you cautiously stepped inside and Grayson followed suit. Inside was a plan room that you guessed was a guest bathroom. It was clean, with white walls, a gray comforter, and a white desk in the corner. You turned around as you heard a locking sound, meaning that Grayson had locked the door that you had entered from. This scared you. Although he seemed like a genuinely nice person, you had learned in the past that looks could be deceiving. What was he planning on doing with you? James had warned Grayson about doing any funny business but you weren’t sure if he was the type to listen to the rules. Slightly scared, you raised your hands from your sides, searching for your phone and inwardly sighing when you found it. At least you had your phone just in case if this Grayson boy did attempt to try something. While you had been doing this, you hadn’t realized that he had made his way over to the bed, where he took a seat on the edge and silently observed you. It was when he groaned and flopped back onto the bed that you paid attention.
“I’m sorry, I just realized how insanely creepy it must be for you to have some stranger take you into some locked bedroom. I promise that I won’t do anything like that to you, I would never take advantage of someone like that.”
“Then what are you doing?” You weren’t sure where this burst of confidence was coming from, but you couldn’t say that you were upset by it.
“I just realized that you were about to have a panic attack. I used to get them pretty frequently when I was sixteen. I get them every so often but I’ve learned how to control it better.” You were shocked by his words. How could someone you perfect and put together get such anxious thoughts as you do?
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so bitchy.” There you went again, apologizing. You always seemed to do that when you got anxious, even if you had done nothing wrong.
“Why are you sorry?” In a split second, Grayson was up and standing in front of you. He gently raised his hands to your cheeks, holding them tenderly in his hands, forcing you to look directly into his beautiful brown eyes. You couldn’t believe how close you were to him. Any wrong move and your lips would be planted on top of his. Not that you minded, Grayson was undeniably handsome but you weren’t entirely sure that he would want that to happen.
“I don’t know, I just get anxious in these types of social situations. I guess I’m just used to being the girl on the sidelines. F/n was always the one who got all of the attention while I just laid in my room, writing and wishing that I wasn’t so goddamn awkward. I guess I’m just used to be a nobody.”
“Don’t say that.” He voice commanded and you felt as though you were falling even more into his eyes. “You are not a nobody. You are a beautiful girl inside and out that I’m very happy I got to meet tonight. I want you to know that you will always be somebody to me.” With that, Grayson leaned in, molding your lips with his.

Dolan Twin Imagine Idea

Omg after watching today’s video I have such a good idea but it involves a little bit of smut. Who wants to write it? I’d like it to be a Grayson imagine.

The finest warriors (G.D) pt1

Summary :Princess Y/n and her siblings are heirs to the royal thrown and also some of the best warriors in the kings army. However when an enemy kingdom threatens to attack, take over, and kill, King Cornelius has no choice but to bring in more young soldiers. He asks his daughter,Y/n, to train the newer soldiers. Among these soldiers is Grayson, a charmingly mischievous soldier who only seems to make Y/n’s job harder. It’s not hard for Y/n and Grayson to fall for eachother. HARD. But all comes crashing down when Grayson’s true identity is revealed.


I am Princess y/n. Daughter of King Cornelius of Gency (hashtag made up country lol). Let me give you a small background of my precious country. It started out as small country on the north end of the continent of Bail (hashtag made up continent lol). It produced the strongest kings and queens to ever rule. All of which went up against our worst enemy, the Naikerians. Naikeria, west end of Bail, home of the barbarians who terrorized my beloved Gency for centuries. And now home of the very tyrant who took my mother’s life in war, King Jeffery. But that’s another story. Gency has blossomed into large, beautiful kingdom that my brothers and I will rule one day. The Naikerians haven’t caused us much trouble in the past decade, but we have reason to believe they may attack again. For this reason, my father has sent for new soldiers to be brought in for training.


I had been in the training fields all morning practicing my skills. I have a couple of fights and dules under my belt now, all won of course, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have to keep myself in shape.

My father trained my brothers and me himself. I learned everything i know from him. I often used this knowledge against my brothers and the soldiers who were willing to challenge the king’s daughter.

I didn’t even hear my father approach me as i practiced my balance on the wire fence.

“y/n!!” he called out, causing me to lose my balance and fall over face first on the ground.

“DAD!” i yelled still on the ground.

“Sorry,” he said laughing “ I have some news for you.”

“What’s up?” i asked, sitting with my elbows on my knees.

“As you know, im recruiting new soldiers for my army.”

“Yah? Just some more scrawnies for me beat up.” i said laughing.

“ Yes you’re absolutely right.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“You have been under my training for pretty much your entire life.You’ve shown nothing but exceptional skill.”

“I like what I’m hearing”

“And I want you to train the new soldiers for battle.”

I couldn’t believe what i was hearing. Did i hear that right? I could not have heard that right.

“Yes, you heard me right y/n”

I jumped up from my seated position to hug the large man in front of me.

“I can’t believe this!”

“Well believe it.” I heard a voice from behind say. My brother, Joseph. “Along with me of course”

“Of course I have to share my glory with this pin head”

“And this one too.” My oldest brother, Neiko said picking me up only to body slam me on the ground. For Amy normal teenage girl that would probably hurt, but I’ve been living with this fool my entire life. Body slams we’re just part of the deal.

“Alright alright” my dad said making a “T” with his hands. “ Calm down. Y/n and Neiko are in charge.”

“What about me?” Joseph said throwing his hands in the air.

“You can help” dad said walking away. Joseph followed behind him going on about how he was only allowed to “help”

“Are you ready?” Neiko asked as we walked back toward the palace.

“Ready for what? Ready to kick some ass and whip the newbs into shape? I was born ready”

“I’m glad you have that attitude. Because it can be a struggle”

“Has it been tough for you?”

“Of course. There’s always the soldier who thinks he already knows all he needs to know”

“I bet. Wasn’t that Rodgers last time?”

“Oh yah. He was a regular dick head”

“ you showed him who’s boss though didn’t you”

“Of course. We’re even good friends now. He doesn’t even bring up the black eye I gave him”

“Oh yaaah that was a good one. Lasted pretty long too.”

“Like you said, I showed him who’s boss”

I laughed at that and talked some more with my brother until, before I knew it, I was walking alone to my suite. I plopped down on my bed ready for sleep to overcome me. But when my face hit the mattress I felt paper hit my face. A letter from my father telling me that the soldiers would arrive in two days and that I would be doing basic training with my brother with the entire group, then I would take a fraction of the group for intense training.

Two days until they arrive. Two days to collect my thoughts and mentally prepare myself for the task at hand.

The day that I would take control of my fathers army had finally arrived and the soldiers would show up at any moment. My father, my brothers and I all stood in the training field awaiting their arrival.

“Are you nervous?” My father asked.

“Honestly? A little.” I said with a half smile.

“Don’t be. They can smell fear”

“Of course they can”

“I’m only teasing. You’ve got this. I wouldn’t have assigned you this duty if I didn’t think you were capable”

“Thanks dad”

Just then the buses carrying the newbs appeared. They filed out one by one and I scrutinized them as they did so.

There were tall ones, short ones, thin ones, thick ones, muscular ones, scrawny ones, all shades from the darkest to he palest. There was nothing really significant about any of them. That is, until a certain pair of soldiers emerged from the large vehicle. Twins it seemed. One with longer hair than the other. Both with strong arms and even stronger jaw lines. The one with shorter hair seemed to stand out to me. I took notice to the slight differences in the two. One had slightly broader shoulders and was slightly more muscular. A freckle marked his chin while the other was marked by his eye. I didn’t realize the larger soldier was in line and looking back at me, probably scrutinizing his new trainor. It’s only expected.

“Welcome new recruits” my father began “to your first day of training to fight in the Gencian army. You have been chosen because you have all shown examples of excellence in academics, strength, and discipline. Here you will learn to put those skills to good use. Meet your trainers. My son, prince Neiko. My daughter, princess y/n. “

“Pst. Pssssst. Dad” Joseph whispered.

“And my other son, prince Joseph. You will abide by the rules and commands of these three. After your basic training, you will be split up into two groups for combat and artillery. Artillery with Prince Neiko. Combat, Princess y/n. I have high expectations from you men and women. Don’t disappoint me. Your training will being immediately.”

Basic training went smoothly. For the most part anyways. Like Neiko said, there was that one soldier who thought he knew all he needed to know. Or rather in this case two. Ethan and Grayson Dolan. The two soldiers who were undoubtedly skilled but just as much arrogant. But again they had their differences. Ethan, the one marked by his eye was more aggressive while Grayson was more cocky in his arrogance. I heard him making little sly remarks to his brother. I couldn’t tell if they were aware that I could hear them or if they actually thought they were slick. Then came time for the group to split. And I was on my own.

“Alright line up” I said firmly and they did as told. I looked over my line of soldiers. No Ethan this time, only Grayson. Not that having one less arrogant soldier made my job any easier. Especially considering I was left with the twin I somehow couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of and it was really throwing off my concentration. I couldn’t let them know that tho. I began training my soldiers in Gencian combat. I taught them to stay on their feet, to never look back, to stay engaged. All the teaching in the world couldn’t keep them from losing a battle against me.

“Now that you know the basics I want to put you all to the test. You will go against me in one on one combat”

I heard Grayson scoff under his breath.

“Dolan?” I called out to him.” Thank you for volunteering to go first”

I’m gonna wipe that smirk right off of his angel carved face.

“Oh but Princess,” he said still smirking,”I wouldn’t want to hurt you”

“I’m a big girl, soldier. I can handle a little pain”

“As you wish your highness”

The way he walked toward almost had my knees weak. I had met many soldiers, none of them ever had this strange effect on me. But I couldn’t focus on that. I need to focus on taking this boy down. And looking good doing it, if I might add.”

When he wasn’t even ready I took his arm about my shoulder, lifting him to body slam the large boy on the ground. A move I learned easily by simply living with my two brothers. Once again, he smirked at me with that stupid mischievous grin. Not the face I was looking for. But silly me, I let that one little thing distract me and somehow I found myself on the ground with him hovering over me.

“How was that?” He asked staring straight into my soul. I took the opportunity to flip him over, popping in a good elbow to the gut for fun, leaving him face down on the ground with me on top, holding his arms behind his back.

“Focus soldier.” I said with as much seriousness as I could. I rose from the position in triumphant victory, quite satisfied with my actions.

Maybe this will be easier than I thought.

Secret Admirer

requested by @scandalousdolan, ty elina i had so much fun writing this!

a/n: really hope you guys like this- i personally think it’s my best imagine i’ve written to date! the main focus of this imagine, as elina requested is coachella with ethan in the orange bandana outfit…. enjoy! if people want, i can make this into a series!

Coachella had finally arrived. You’d spent weeks planning out your outfits and you were so excited to see all your favourites play live. Today, you were wearing some shorts embezzled with sequins with a black shirt, complete with a red bandana around your neck. Your hair was in french braids and you had put some glitter in them. You were so excited!

As you paid for the Uber that was taking you there, you gazed at the crowd. So many people were already here. You wondered if one of them would soon become your friend. You hoped so. It would be great to gain a new friend from this experience, it would be so memorable. Walking towards stage three, you couldn’t help but stare at everyone else’s outfits: they seemed to look so much better than yours. You also noticed just how many couples there were here, making you regret coming alone, even though you didn’t really have a boyfriend to come with.

The first few shows went past in a blur. Before you has even realised, you had watched performances from Eminem, Cardi B, and now even Queen Bey. You were exhausted from all the dancing, and your voice was beginning to become hoarse from all the singing and screaming. You couldn’t get Beyoncé’s performance out of your head: it was iconic- you’d never forget it, that was for sure. You quickly adjusted your shorts that were giving you a massive wedgie, and reached up to sort out your bandana around your neck, when you realised… it was gone! Your bandana was gone- it must’ve fell off when you were dancing. You really liked that bandana, so you bent down to try and see under people’s feet, but you didn’t seem to have any luck. You looked behind you, and were confused to see a orange bandana lying on the floor. Looking around, nobody else seemed to be claiming it, so you picked it up. To your surprise, it hand a note attached to it, which said:

‘hey babygirl, you’re looking super cute… you’re holding my bandana, i have your one- it was on the floor. It was so cute watching you dance! come and find me, and i’ll give you your bandana back,

kisses,

your secret admirer xx’

Your first thought was- 'what a creep’, yet you were so intrigued. You used the bandana as an excuse to find this secret admirer or yours, but you knew deep down you didn’t even care about the bandana anymore- you just wanted to find out who this guy was…

You looked around the many people around you, hopelessly wanting to see someone holding your red bandana. However, unsurprising, it wasn’t that easy. You mystery man was, well… mysterious! You instead decided to ask around.

You must’ve been on your twentieth person, questioning them if they knew anyone wearing an orange bandana, when you were about to give up. You decided to just ask one more person, and then just abandon the whole search altogether. You hoped this wasn’t some kind of sick joke, and that your secret admirer really existed. You settled on questioning a reasonably kind looking man with a camera around his neck.

“Excuse me!”, you yelled, trying to get his attention whilst he was walking.

After a few tries, he responded by saying “Hey, i’m Bryant, what’s up?”

“Hi Bryant, i’m y/n and um… i’m trying to find out who was wearing this bandana… would you happen to know?”, you asked, brimming with hope.

“I just so happen to know, y/n!”, Bryant said, as you felt a smile for, across your face.

“Really? Where is he? Who is he?” you began.

“woahh, slow down y/n. i’ve been taking pictures of him today and he’s told me all about you. he really likes you, he’s at Kyle’s stage right now. i’m not allowed to do anything else but show you a picture of him now.” Bryant said, turning on his camera.

He showed you the picture. You had absolutely no words. He was perfect: he looked like a mannequin in a shop. His body was so perfectly sculpted, and his jawline… oh, his jawline was just perfect. You resisted the urge to stroke the screen as you imagined seeing him in real life.

You noticed Bryant was staring at you, a polite gesture for you to leave him be. You thanked him and ran to stage six, where Kyle was performing. Your eyes darted across the crowd, searching for red. You saw purples, pinks, blues, yellows and when suddenly- red. You ran towards the source, and hesitated for a moment before you tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey!”, he said, as you started into his beautiful green eyes. He seemed slightly different to how you saw him in the photo, but you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly it was.

“Hey, i’m y/n. I have your bandana…” you said, shyly.

“Oh, i’m Grayson… and That’s not mine…” he says, making you nervous.

“Then who’s is it?”, you asked him, as you felt your heart beat faster.

“It’s his…” he pointed towards a distant figure.

You thanked him and walked towards your mysterious man, laughing at yourself for thinking Grayson’s phone was your bandana.

As you got closer to him, he began to back away. Confused, you followed him. He started to run, so you did too. You followed him to behind the stage. It was dark, and you couldn’t see him. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed your waist and pushed your torso against the wall. Your hands reached out to the person holding you there, and as you reached up to his face, you knew it was him- you could feel his jawline clenching. Moving your hands to his muscular arms, your search came a halt as he thrust his body close to yours, and he smashed his lips against yours. Whilst passionately kissing, your hands got the chance to explore his body in the dark, and his seemed to do the same, as his hands moved to your butt, pulling you in closer.

He suddenly pulled away, and handed you what felt like a piece of fabric before running off. You felt the temptation to follow him, but it didn’t seem right. You waited a little, not wanting to leave the magical place where everything escalated so quickly, before going back around to the front of the stage to inspect what he had given you.

Hoping to see your red bandana, you were shocked to not be holding it. Instead, you were holding a Gucci face mask. It had a note attached to it. You read it:

“Ready for day 2?”

okay but imagine if the twins released some new merch and when you get it delivered, you open it, and on the label, it says 4OU2

any imagine/preference requests hmu i need some thing to do in my breaks

:)

Imagine just running into him on the street like this.

sick boy - e.d.

** image cred goes to @punishmedolans !! **

summary - ethan is a sick boi, so y/n, being the amazing girlfriend she is, takes it upon herself to take care of him.

warnings - lil bit of cursing, mentions of vomit, but other than that just a sick, clingy, cuddly ethan

-

The sun was just starting to trickle through the blinds of the bedroom, where you were peacefully sleeping without a care in the world. Your boyfriend, Ethan, had been engaged in the same activity just moments before; that is, until, a wave of nausea jerked him from his deep slumber and forced him to practically leap out of bed before sprinting to the bathroom. Ethan barely made it to the toilet before the contents of last night’s dinner were being emptied from his stomach. Suddenly, he felt the gentle touch of a hand stroke his back. Ethan automatically knew it was you. He was about to shrug you off and simply tell you to go back to bed, but he wasn’t able to get out a single syllable before becoming sick yet again.

Seeing as there wasn’t much else you could do, you simply remained next to ethan and rubbed his bare back lovingly. He was warm to the touch, but a different warm than usual. It wasn’t the comforting heat Ethan gave off when your were wrapped up in his embrace; Instead it was a humid, almost sticky, heat. There was no doubt he had a fever, sweat practically covered his back.

When Ethan was finally finished, he weakly reached up to flush and leaned back against the bathroom cabinets, legs spread open slightly. You gently straddled him, sitting his muscular thighs. The beautiful hazel eyes you had come to love so much were now red and watery. Ethan nuzzled his head into your neck as your began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’m sorry i woke you up.” he mumbled.

A grin broke out on your face. “It’s okay, love. Can you tell me what’s wrong ?”

Ethan released his face from you. “I-I feel so dizzy..and queasy. I have the worst headache and my throat is scratchy and I just wanna sleep.” the words sounded absolutely pitiful coming out of his mouth. You were so used to seeing Ethan be crazy and excited and entergetic, but now he just looked pale, drained, and exhausted.

You brought your hand to feel his face, which was practically burning. “E, you’re so hot!”

Ethan weakly smirked. “thanks, princess.” even at his worst, Ethan Dolan was still a major flirt.

“Tell you what.” you said. “I’m going to run to the store and pick up some things for you. Medicine, cough drops, and some drinks. While I’m gone, I want you to take a cool shower and try to get some rest. I’ll make sure to tell Gray what’s going on, so he can check up on you. Sound good?”

He nodded in response. “Cuddles when you get back?”

You tapped his nose. “Of course, silly.”

-

About half a hour had passed before you made it back to the Dolan residence. You grabbed the few bags of things you had purchased before reaching the front door and unlocking it with your key. Figuring Ethan was probably snoozing, you tried to be as quiet as possible as you put things away. Grabbing a Gatorade and the bag with various medicines, you walked to Ethan’s room. As you quietly opened the door, you could see E’s tall, broad figure tangled up in the blanket, dressed in an orange hoodie and black Nike sweatpants. His hood was pulled over his head, as well as the blanket, so you couldn’t see if he was awake or not. After changing into more comfortable clothes yourself, you joined your sickly boyfriend.

“Ethann,” you softly sang, reaching out to trace his jawline. “wakey wakey, gorgeous.”

He let out a groan. “Just let me sleep, woman.”

“As soon as you take some medicine.”

It took major convincing and bribing, but you finally got Ethan to drink the bubblegum flavored liquid. His face twisted in disgust before downing large gulps of Gatorade.

“Ugh, why did you make me take that?” he gagged. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you, ass-hat.” you giggled.

Ethan made grabby hands towards you. “Come lay with me. You said we would cuddle when you got back.”

You smiled and shook your head but joined Ethan in the king sized bed you two often shared. You dove under the covers and intertwined your legs with Ethan’s much longer ones. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close until there were only centimeters separating your faces. He gave you a sleep smile.

“Thanks for taking care of me, babe.” Ethan spoke, kissing your head.

“It’s no problem.” you replied happily. “But if you get me sick, the roles are so being reversed.”

He chuckled lightly. “You got yourself a deal, princess.”

-

ahhh, my first imagine!! the end was kinda cringy lmao.

let me know if you have any requests, blurbs, or concepts you’d like to see! ( side note - i do write smut !! )

“He’s Beautiful” // G.D Mini Series Pt. V

 MASTERLIST

A/N: FINALS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER FOR THE YEAR!! I’ll be able to write a bit more frequently which I am really happy about. 

Hope you like part 5! 

Previous Parts and Next Chapter: 

Pt. I , Pt. II , Pt. III , Pt. IV , Pt. VI


Five hours have passed by of you contracting and groaning in pain. Grayson was beside you rubbing your back as you gripped the bed handles groaning in pain as the pain wrapped around your entire back. Breathing became hard the stronger the contractions got. You kept denying the epidural because you wanted to go as long as you could without drugs. You also didn’t want for the process to get any slower.

“Ugh this hurts so fucking much,” you groan once the contraction ended. Grayson gave you a sympathetic smile as the doctor walked inside to check your cervix.

“Looks like you dilated a bit more. You are now 6 centimeters dilated. I think we might have a baby tonight, or tomorrow in the early morning.” She smiled as she took her gloves off and threw them in the waste basket.

“Would it be okay if I eat something? I haven’t eaten all day and I’m starting to get hungry,” you asked while resting a hand on your sweaty head.

“I’m sorry dear but you can’t eat anything right now. It’s a precaution that we take with expecting mothers. You can eat some ice chips but that’s about all we can offer you right now.” She explained as you let out a groan.

“Okay thanks,” you sighed when you felt the strong pain come over your body again.

“Fuck,” you groan out as you rest your hand on your bump and scrunch your face up in pain. You inhale as best you can trying your best to breath through them.

“Breath Y/N,” Grayson sweetly spoke but that only aggravated you even more.

“Ugh shut up Grayson! If knew how to keep your dick in your pants we wouldn’t be in this situation.” You angry spit out.

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