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Love Fest (g.d. & e.d.)

Summary: You’re the Dolan twins’ little cuddlebug.

A/N: Hi there! I’m not new to writing fanfiction, but I am new to writing fanfiction about the Dolan twins. This is my first work about them and I hope it isn’t total shit. Whether you love it or you hate it, please leave feedback! If you think it isn’t half bad, please reblog. I’m taking requests, so please send them in! Here goes.


 It’s Friday afternoon. I don’t have any classes scheduled for the day, so I’ll count that as a win. I’m only wearing a giant t-shirt and a sports bra and panties; no pants. I’ll count that as a win, too. But I’m not satisfied, because I’m a brat.

 I heave a dramatic sigh. What’s taking so long? Where are they? I roll my eyes and groan out loud into the abyss. I pick up my phone for the umpteenth time and my sour pout is unrecognizable to my front facing camera so I have to physically type in my password, which is such a pain in the ass. I check my messages, because surely, I’m missing something. But nope. Nothing.

 I check the group message and the last text message is from Grayson and it says We’re gonna be filming for the next few hours but we’ll be back as soon as we can! Love you and I had liked it and that had been that. But that was forever ago. And I miss my boys. I miss them to the point where I’m quickly becoming grumpy.

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Ethan: A romantic poem for you:

           Hella cute

           Hella fine

           Be my hella valentine

You: how are you single     

Bitter like Honey (e.d)

s o n g : crush culture - conan gray

a / n : happy valentines from yours truly! everyone’s kinda iffy about today, but this is anti valentine for the most part! also didn’t know what to title it but as always constructive criticism is appreciated :)

w o r d. c o u n t : 1.7k

Originally posted by punishmedolans

February 13

It was officially February, and the discussions and decorations for the overrated day of “love” were promoted more than ever.

Everywhere in the halls, you were bombarded with couples gripped in the deadly clutches of their other half, nausea-inducing red thorny roses, and sucking their faces off like there was more air to breathe in their own mouths.

Speaking of the halls, streamers hung from the ceilings that created a suffocating atmosphere what with them already being so packed and small. Little hearts made of construction paper stuck to each of the lockers with an agonizingly cute pickup line like “bee my honey” with the joyful bug doodled under. Honey is also extremely overrated as it is always being used to describe something sweet when you thought it tasted more the opposite.

You huffed in exasperation once you reached your own locker. You squinted rather hard to read the chicken scratch in blue ink. All you could make out was a minuscule cupcake with a crooked smiley face when you figured it was going in the trash anyway.

After getting whatever you needed, you slammed your locker shut before ripping the heart off your locker, crumpling the brash pink paper and throwing it away while walking to your next class.


After a long day of treading through the suffocating love in air, it was finally the sacred moment that you were able to go home. If there was anybody absolutely dreaded today, you would definitely take first place.

‘Just need to walk through the halls one more time and you’re free.’ You thought to yourself. The plan was to speed walk with your head low and heading straight for the door with no stops in between. Until of course, you were stopped.

“Hey, y/n! Did you like your heart?”

Ethan Dolan beamed at you sweetly as he strut beside you in all his teenage boy glory. He was the type of guy you vowed to get as little involved with as possible.

It’s not really a topic you like to go into, but ever since the sophomore incident, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t start dating again until after you graduated because high school boys were deemed idiotic and immature. Especially if they’re boys like Ethan Dolan who was treasured as one of the school’s star athletes and the student body Vice President. He oozed trouble through his messy hair and his boy charm, and you were 100% not willing to listen.

“You know, I would’ve if the handwriting was so illegible. I had no idea what it said and, frankly, I didn’t and still don’t really care.” You said cynically and began to walk to faster, hoping that he would get the message and leave you alone. You were quite disappointed when he picked up his own pace to be in front of you and quickly, but cautiously, walked backwards.

“It said ‘you bake me crazy’. I thought the cupcake was a nice obvious touch.” He paused to ponder upon whether or not it was really his writing - which he swears is as neat as can be - or if it was the dark ink. Maybe your eyesight just wasn’t that great at the moment?

He shook himself out of his thoughts to see you pass by him with a quicker pace and once again, he mimicked your actions.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you’d wanna hang out tomorrow? Maybe go get froyo and pizza - maybe watch a movie?” He held tightly onto his backpack straps as to give him that extra sense of confidence which he thought he lacked.

Ethan was rather confident in himself when it came to girls, especially because he easily conformed to what each girl wants and that’s usually a cute date with some red roses and an old romance movie. He figured you were the same. Boy, was he wrong.

You immediately stopped and scoffed before crossing your arms and trying to exude as much cold energy as possible. “Listen,” You started slowly, almost in a condescending way, “I’m flattered, but I’ll pass.”

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck, “Why not? Do I have to streak or something? I’ll do it, i got nothing to hide.” A devious smirk revealed itself and you scoffed. This conversation was getting more ridiculous by the second and you were just trying to get home.

“Oh no doubt.” You rolled your eyes before finally getting outside and turning to him. “Look, don’t take this personally, but Valentine’s Day really isn’t my thing. I’d rather live without all that hype for one lousy obnoxious day. I’m sure there are plenty of girls just waiting to get their hands on you though.” You smiled sarcastically before proceeding to walk down the sidewalk and leaving him defeated.

He watched you walk away and he kicked the ground. He tucked his tongue into his cheek before a lightbulb went off in his head. If it’s romantic gestures you hate, unromantic gestures you shall receive.


February 14

You helplessly scrolled through your feed filled with appreciation posts and cute valentines day pictures and your mood plummeted lower than you would’ve liked to admit. Sure you were a cold-hearted mess, but it hurt every now and then to see the innocent love thriving while you were stuck at home eating cold pizza and watching reruns of old shows you’ve seen one too many times.

Then again, you’d much rather be comfy and alone than spending the night with someone who will make romantic gestures today and completely forget your existence the next day.

Your head sunk lower into your pillow as you shut your eyes and let the meaningless mumbling words of the cartoons stumble into your ears. It would’ve eventually lulled you to sleep if it weren’t abruptly interrupted by a crack coming from the balcony door.

“Shit!” He hissed before timidly grasping onto his messy hair and falling back onto the makeshift wooden swing that hung off the huge oak tree that sat in the middle of the grass.

You swung the door open to see him holding a fist to his mouth and nibbling on his pinky nail in anxiousness and guilt. “What the hell?!” You groaned after taking a peek at the bold new crack on the glass due to a rock he threw just a bit too forcefully. He jolted up and walked closer to where you stood a few feet higher.

“It was an accident, I swear! It looked really tiny when I had it in my hand!” You lazily threw your head in your hands as you wanted to cry out in frustration. What is this kids deal?

“Just—whatever. What on earth are you doing in my backyard? How do you even know where I live?!”

He went to grab the mystery object before jumping up to the ledge and climbing over the rail to stand under the yellow light. He licked his lips out of anxiousness and said, “Not important.” before extending a small heart shaped box. You frowned as you read it contained an assortment of chocolates inside and you looked up to see him wearing a devilish grin. You were extremely disappointed to say the least, but what did you expect?

“You can keep them.” You shoved it back in his direction and he put his hands behind his back before shaking his head. “I will not take no for an answer this time.”

“Ethan, i don’t know what you want me to tell you. I told you I don’t like these kinds of things and—”

He walked over to your side and gently said, “Will you just trust me and open it, please?” You bit your lip and slouched in annoyance before sighing in defeat.

“Fine, whatever tickles your pickle.” You popped the lid off the box, unamused. However, that didn’t last long when you just saw a folded piece of paper and nothing more. You held up and tilted your head and he nodded, encouraging you to open whatever it was.

“Ethan, it’s literally an empty box of chocolates and a receipt for flowers.”

“Yep!” He smiled widely and rocked back and forth from his toes to his heels. You stood plainly and stared at him waiting to be handed a bunch of flowers that would die in a week. But he simply stared back. Nowhere did you see any bouquet of flowers.

“Well…where are they?”

“Oh those nasty old things? I threw them away.” You looked over to him in disbelief and he nodded. He pointed to the black trash bin across the street where, if you squinted enough, you could see red and pink flowers peeking out from beneath the lid. “You said you hated all that romantic stuff so I did some research on what the least romantic gifts were and it was an empty box of chocolates, a receipt for flowers, but not actually having any, and an inappropriate joke about sex somewhere in between.”

You bit back the smile that threatened to grow as you lovingly stared at the boy with messy hair, baggy sweats, and an equally baggy hoodie. You were quite amazed. You swore to yourself never again would you fall for a high school boy and you would stick to that no matter what. Right?

“If I do say so myself, I think I nailed your challenge from the ba—” You threw your arms around his neck and a chuckle rumbled from his chest. Ethan hugged you tightly and that’s when you began to think it might not be so bad to be in someone’s embrace.

“I’m guessing my gestures worked, then?” He smiled and gently traced tiny circles on your hips with his thumbs. You pulled away slightly and returned a smile. Your fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck and his tongue jut out to quickly wet his lips. “So, how ‘bout some froyo?” He stumbled at and foolishly raised his eyebrows.

“Hmm,” you looked up towards the sky and pursed your lips, “I’ll think about it.”

For the first time in a long time, you found yourself enjoying the sweetness that came along with being someone on Valentine’s Day. The time the one and only Ethan Dolan had finally convinced you, over an not-so-ideal froyo topping, that honey was in fact a lot sweeter. You just needed the right kind.

Grayson: Ethan ran through the sliding glass door because he thought he heard the ice cream truck

Ethan: I like ice cream, ok?

anonymous asked:

Please can u do a blurb or something where it’s graysons first time and reader is very experienced and he’s just a moaning mess and is all nervous at First. I really need this right now thanks hun 🖤

Warnings: smut

“I- i’ve never done this before” Grayson mumbled as he laid on his back on top of his bedsheets. Your hands rubbed up and down his chest as you straddled his lap; you giggled and began grinding your hips against his, feeling his cock grow. “It’s okay, baby, I’ll take care of you” You whispered seductively into his ear, making him groan and lick his lips. His hands flying to your waist— motioning you to continue.

“You like that baby?” You asked, smirking when his adams apple bobbed up and down as he threw his head back in pleasure. A broken moan of your name fell from his lips, his eyed fluttering closed.

“What, baby? Tell me,” You placed your lips on top of his broad shoulders. “What do you want me to do next?” You giggled, getting off of him and standing on your knees in between his spread legs, palming him through his sweatpants.

“I- i need your mouth, angel” Grayson stuttered, his chest rising up and down— causing you to chuckle and shake your head.

“Beg” You simply muttered against his plump lips. “Please” He whispered, desperate to receive your touch, “Please baby”

You giggled innocently, “only because you asked so nicely, gray” You pulled down his sweatpants along with his underwear, and immediately grabbed his hardened cock.

His breath hitched in his throat at the delicate touch of your hand on him; causing him to groan afterwards.

You slowly licked a stripe up the underside of him, feeling him shudder under your touch. You then liked around his red tip, teasing him to the point where he almost can’t take it anymore.

“Stop teasing me,” Grayson growled, making you let out a laugh before you finally took him into your mouth, sucking as much as you can fit while pumping the base with your hand.

You looked up at him, bashing your eyelashes, causing him to throw his head back again and let out a small moan— the sight and your mouth feeling almost overwhelming.

His calloused hands found their way to your head, and he tangled his fingers in your hair, gently pushing you down to take more of him into your mouth.

You spat on his cock, and reattached your lips on the leaking tip while you pumped the rest with your hands. “Mmh, you’re so hard” you hummed, “Why’s that baby?”

“Fucking shit, yo-it’s because of you” He groaned, biting his lower lip as he watched you bobbing your head up and down, taking everything you could in your mouth.

Grayson’s low groans and gagging sounds filled the room, which only fueled the sexual tension and lust between the two of you.

A even louder sound fell fell from his swollen lips as he involuntarily bucked his hips up and making you gag slightly. He abruptly stopped and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Shit, are you okay? I’m so sorry I-” But you cut him off by taking him all the way in once again— this time on purpose.

His tip hit the back of your throat.

“I-I’m gonna c-“ He whimpered, immediately cumming, shooting his semen down your throat; before you licked him clean and let go of him with a low ‘pop’ sound. He are throbbing hard, red and fully erect.

You quickly stood up and undressed yourself, before crawling back on top of him— your pussy hovering over his cock and causing him to feel all of your warm juices.

Grayson let out a low guttural groan at the sight before he reached his hand out to touch you, but unsure of what to do really.

“Feel me.” You said, taking his hand in yours and encouraging him to do something before you might have had exploded.

He run his middle finger all the way down your slit, feeling how wet you truly were.

You could still see and feel his cock twitching when he touched you.

“Is this right?” He asked carefully.

“Y… yes, Gray.” You whimpered, making him smirk. He continued rubbing you a few times, before he eventually told you to sit up and lay on the bed as he took your previous position.

“I want to, i- return the favor” Grayson muttered, before gently digging his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs, spreading your legs open. “Can I?”

You nodded eagerly and kept your body up with two elbows, so you could watch what he was doing to you.

He watched straight into your eyes for reassurance for a moment, before he ran a few fingers over your folds, touching and spreading your juices around.

Grayson brought his tongue to your clit and began to caress it- his wet muscle sending shocks over your whole body.

And it felt amazing.

“Fuck, gr-grayson” You moaned and tugged at his hair, what made him hum and began to push his tongue inside of your soaking entrance.

“Fingers, baby, use your fingers” You whimpered, instructing him. Grayson slowly and gently pushed one of his thick digits in; smirking when he saw the way your body was reacting to his touch.

Your eyes rolled back and another scream left your mouth as you started squirming from the intense pleasure— not expecting him to be that good.

The tight knot in your stomach began to get tighter and tighter until you felt like you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

“Stop, stop! Don’t want to cum yet” You stammered and reluctantly pushed his head away— a second away from your well awaited orgasm.

But he didn’t budge.

The sweet taste of you got him obsessed, and he would have eaten you out for days if he could.

He hummed, the vibrations immediately vibrating on your clit, what made you cry out in pleasure again. He flattened his tongue so he could run it all over, taking in as much of you as he possibly could.

The combination of his fingers, tongue and sounds send you straight to heaven, and with a loud moan of his name you came around his digits and mouth.

Once you calmed down and your breath became slower, a small innocent smile took over your face.

You rolled your bodies over and grabbed his length, lining him up at your entrance. You slowly sunk down on it, allowing him to stretch you out as you got used to his size; letting out a moan once he was completely inside of you.

His eyes traveled up and down your body, lips parted as his hands reached to grab and squeeze your boobs, causing you to arch your back more into him when you began to ride him— grinding your hips and slightly bouncing.

He sat up and attach his lips on your nipple, circling his tongue around it and gently nibbling at the sensitive skin; before you began to move faster as your moans mixed in the air.

“Oh baby, I’m so close" Grayson moaned, holding onto your hips, his fingertips pressing into your skin- making you cry out in pleasure.

Then he did something unexpected.

He grabbed your ass, and thrusted in and out of you, bouncing you on his length at the speed he pleased- helping you to go faster to reach your highs.

“Oh, oh fuck… you’re so tight” He groaned when you clenched your walls around him, causing him to shoot his load in you.

Grayson panted and collapsed on the bed, breathing unstable while he tried his best to calm himself down as his body seemed to fall more and more into an euphoric state.

And he just needed some time to enjoy his second orgasm of the day.

“I didn’t make you cum, did I?” He panicked, knowing that he didn’t send you over the edge because of how inexperienced he was— making him feel slightly more insecure. When he watched your face, he saw the way you bit your lip and shook your head no, giving him the answer that he dreaded to head.

“T’s okay, you were amazing” You smiled, brushing his flushed cheek with the pad of your thumb.

He pulled you closer to him, chests pressed up together while he stroked your hair softly. “‘m sorry, i didn’t make you cum” Grayson mumbled, tucking his head in the crook of your neck, leaving butterfly kisses behind, “Let me make it up to you”

And with a new-found dominance and confidence, he flipped you over and made you his properly.

Stressed Out (G.D)

It was a typical school night. You were doing your homework in the Dolans’ house. You were busy staring at your laptop screen reading notes and researching some terms on your boyfriend’s bed. Meanwhile, Grayson was heavily engaged in a Fortnite match with his twin brother.

After an hour and a half, your mind felt wreck and your eyes were watery. You looked over to Grayson who was still absorbed in his game, rapidly pressing buttons on his controller.

You went over to him and draped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck.

“Hey baby, you done with homework?” he asked without peeling his eyes from his game. You shook your head. “It’s kicking your ass isn’t it?” he asked again still focused in his game.

“And winning, if I may add.”

“Just watch my game. Me and Ethan are about to win this thing.” He was so proud of that, it made you smile.

“I think I’ll pass, I’ll just closed my eyes for a bit.” you sighed in exhaustion.

He then looks up from his game” Give me one moment baby, i’ll be with you… Yo I’m leaving the match” you heard Grayson say to his mic.

Moments later, you feel a hand resting on your stomach followed by a kiss on the back of your head.

“Sleep well, my love.” was the last thing you hear before drifting to sleep in the arms of your whole entire world.

Emma: I’m supposed to be this responsible young adult right now

Emma: but tbh

Emma: Idk how to adult

Emma: I just want to drink chocolate milk and find Pokemon

generation why | g.d

a high school/best friend grayson au (bc who doesn’t want best friend!gray)

~2500 words

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Mistake (g.d)

a / n : this is more of my own interpretation of the song than following the message, I guess you could say. also I really suck at writing “sad” stuff bc it hurts my heart and i didn’t know how to end it but I hope you enjoy :) oh and Grayson is kind of a bitch for a sec so be careful

s o n g : Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji (98/10 it’s so good)

w o r d. c o u n t : 1800

@softiethan @grungegrant 🤧

Originally posted by fxckdolanz

The most magical night that your high school self would ever experience was approaching quickly, prom season was at its prime.

You went to so many different shops - some in your neighborhood and others downtown - to find the perfect dress for the occasion, which you did. It was a charming royal blue with white lace decorating the bodice. You made sure it stayed in a special place in your closet, wrinkle-free, in order for it to have the same charming effect at the dance.

Little did you know, it’d soon get ruined by some punch and the rain accompanied by a few tears.

The music thumped loudly through the speakers and sent vibrations through the gym floor. Your school had cut down their expenses for prom due to some financial issues, so instead of it being at some marvelous banquet hall, it was hosted on school grounds; however, it was prettily decorated for it being on a budget.

You had dismissed yourself from your group of friends to scope out the dessert table when your eyes had caught sight of Grayson Dolan adorned in a navy blue tux with a white rose in his pocket and his hair gorgeously styled. Your breath caught in your throat for a split second before seeing nod and walk toward you.

You took a quick breath before grabbing two small plastic cups and turning back around to him. He was still as breathtaking as you remember.

“Hi, Grayson.” You smiled up at him and held out one of the cups and he grabbed it before returning the gesture with the sweet smile of his.

It’s been a while since you two last talked by yourselves, the conversations usually including both brothers. Of course it might’ve been the fact that you two had an awkward dating period in middle school filled with clammy hand holding and hugs in place of kisses while growing apart during freshman year.

“Hey, Y/n. You’re looking mighty beautiful this fine evening.” You stared up at him and he laughed boisterously. “Sorry, I’m never saying that again.”

You laughed along and refocused your attention in the snack table in front of you. “And you’re looking handsome. Did you—uh come with anybody?”

You looked up at him and his gorgeous grin wavered ever so slightly for a split second before he cleared his throat and simply said, “Delilah.” He gestured over to the girl in the vibrant red silk dress with perfectly sleek black hair that cascaded down her shoulders.

You would’ve hated to admit to yourself in that moment, but you were green with envy. Of course he’d be with Delilah, she was always so pretty and smart. You guessed it was only a matter of time before they’d hit it off. The past was in the past, you could only be happy for him now.

“Oh, cool.” You cleared your throat before reaching over and grabbing the ladle from the punch bowl and shakily pouring some into your cup. He pursed his lips and nodded before looking awkwardly around the table of goods. “What about you?”

“Me? Umm ya know, just with my friends. Figured it’d be more funner with them— I mean funner—well, that really isn’t a word.” You chuckled to yourself and stared down at the liquid in your cup with a blazing heat rushing to your cheeks. He chuckled along and your hearts raced in synch. You were the same quirky person he used to adore.

Before he could say something in response to your slip up, Delilah hooked onto Graysons arm and squeezed his bicep to grab his attention. “What’s taking so long, babe? I’ve been waiting forever for my punch.” He sighed and tucked his tongue into his cheek while Delilah’s eyes stayed pinned on you.

You shrunk in your spot and realized that her unrelenting stare was your cue to leave before it could get anymore uncomfortable. You bid your goodbye with a small “talk to you later” before walking back to the table that your group occupied.


“Y/n, c’mon you can’t just stand there all night! What’s the point of that?! Don’t be boring!” You just couldn’t find yourself to care about their comments in that moment as you mindlessly swirled the contents of your - now, most likely watered down - punch in the cup as you watched Grayson and Delilah slow dancing right in your line of sight.

You hadn’t felt this way for him in years, but seeing him in love with someone else sparked the fire that was put out a long time ago. He looked up from her to where you stood and a gentle smile grew on his face. You immediately stood up straighter and pushed strands of your hair behind your ear. Just seconds later, you were bumped into by eager dancers and the swirling liquid managed to jump out of the confines of the cup and onto the lace.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You sighed before mumbling an emotionless “it’s fine” and rushed to the dessert table once more to grab an excessive amount of napkins and vigorously rubbing the fruity juice. It was no use as there was now a big red stain right on your chest.

You sighed agitatedly before lazily dabbing at the lace until it was at least dry. “Hey, you can wear my jacket if you want?” You turned to see Grayson already shrugging off his coat with a sympathetic tilt on his lips. You shook your head moved away slightly before he chuckled. “Sadly, I’m not gonna take no for an answer.” He draped it around your shoulders and gently pulled it at the front to cover a bit of the stain.

“Thanks.” You whispered and looked up at him. There was so little space between the both of you. His chocolate orbs glistened with all the twinkling lights that hung on the walls and a smile graced his lips.

But his smile dropped within an instant when he looked past you. You turned in confusion to find Delilah latching her red lips onto someone else’s. She giggled obnoxiously before grabbing his arm and pulling him into the direction of the bathrooms.

Not being able to endure anymore, Grayson bolted out the doors, creating a large sound to echo quietly through the music that blared out from the speakers and the cheers of the teenagers that sang along. You raced after him, stopping at your table to throw the coat somewhere. “What the hell, Y/n?!”

You balled the material of your dress into your fists and pulled it upwards allowing you to jog as best as you can, already feeling blisters from the ache inducing heels. You caught sight of him hunched over with his elbows resting over the railing and his head was hung low.

“Grayson!” You shouted through the heavy drops of rain and he turned with his hair drooped over his eyes. His eyes were glossy and his nose red due to the cold and the rain that dropped mercilessly.

Your face fell when he turned back around and softly said, “You should go inside. It’s cold.” You took a deep breath to brace yourself for the freezing sting of the rain and walked to stand beside him.

You rubbed his shoulder and helplessly looked down at his face. “You okay?” You whispered softly and got a scoff in return. He dug his palms into his eyes and you rested your head on his shoulder while giving him a tight squeeze in an effort to comfort him.

“She isn’t worth it and she’s making a big mistake. You are one of the best guys I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and if she doesn’t appreciate that, then she wasn’t the right one.”

He turned to look at you before wiping his eyes as dry as he could. He sighed heavily before crashing his lips onto yours and kept his hands to his sides. Your eyes widened and you pushed him away lightly, leaving your hands to rest on his shoulders. “Gray, what are you doing? You shouldn’t—”

“I know, Y/n! I know and I’m sorry, okay? I just…I really need to distract myself right now.” You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration and stepped back, letting the first tear of the night fall and mix with the rain on your cheeks. You knew he was heartbroken, you knew he wouldn’t do it intentionally.

“So you kiss me? Grayson, it’s not a good idea.” He grabbed at your hands and desperately tried to pull you closer to him. He needed the love you were willing to give him.

“Please. I just need to clear my head. It’ll just be once, I promise. I need this, Y/n, I—I need you.” Your breath caught in your throat for the second time that night. You knew it wasn’t right, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

You gripped onto his dress shirt and pulled him closer to you. Your lips crashed heavily into his and he responded with as much passion. Both of you were longing for attention, each craving a different love. His lips sloppily left open mouthed kisses on your lips and jaw as he held you as close to himself as he possibly could.

The fire was aflame and wildly grew in your heart with each shared breath between you and him. He kissed your lips hungrily while grasping desperately onto your waist as if his life depended on it. Your hands roamed from his shoulders, to his jaw, to his wet hair.

He pulled away for a second to mutter, “I love you.” He gripped your face to attack your sore lips with more passionate kisses and a single tear raced down your cheek. He broke your heart with the three words that were supposed to make it heal. But frankly, you were too drunk off the attention to care enough.

He moved to leave an array of kisses and quick marks on your neck before whispering, “Let’s get out of here.” You nodded and sighed out from the feeling before grabbing his hands and running in the pouring rain to his car.

You were his distraction, and you were fully aware of that. He felt alone, as did you and all you wanted was to feel loved. It was all either of you wanted. But it proved to be insufficient.

“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t have kissed you, I shouldn’t have even—god, it wasn’t worth it. I have to leave. This was a mistake.”

With that, he stumbled out of your life once more, leaving you as empty as ever. But was it him or was it the fact that you’d do it again if you had the chance?

anonymous asked:

Omg I need a blurb with the Grayson wanting to eat his girl out and she’s insecure pleaaaaaaaase

Warnings: smut

A/N: this basically was a collab with @jellyfishdolan so shoutout to the love of my life 💛💛💛

The morning light filtered through the thin curtain of Grayson’s room, shining directly in his eyes and causing him to wake up.

He squinted and rubbed the sleep off his eyes before looking to his left, only to find you sitting up, a soft pillow behind your back as you focused on the book in your hands.

You looked like a real like angel— your skin glistening, hair disheveled, your lips swollen and parted as little huffs fell from them and filled the quiet room. The sight only made Grayson smile and chuckle lightly, feeling like he was falling in love all over again.

Though, his innocent thoughts were quickly replaced by filthy ones when you closed the novel and squirmed, causing your - or rather his - baggy shirt to ride up your thighs and expose your lacy baby pink panties.

Memories from the night prior filled his brain, turning him on. And when you gazed at him, laying beside you in his shirtless glory - showing off his gorgeous muscular tanned skin that made him look like a Greek God more than ever - an almost inaudible moan escaped your lips; causing him to get even more aroused if possible.

In a swift motion, Grayson rolled over and got on top of you, his fingers trailing down your sides and to the edge of your underwear, almost about to pull them down when you pushed him away. He stopped trying, wanting to respect your wishes of not going any further; but you were conflicted because you wanted him. So badly.

“I-I really want to Grayson… i-it’s just that, ugh never mind it sounds stupid,” You sighed out, bringing your hand up to cover your reddening face.

You couldn’t even believe that you managed to score Grayson Dolan and become his girlfriend. For practically your whole life, you constantly put yourself down and thought that a girl like you would never get a guy like him; and even now that you have, you feel like you’re not good enough for him considering all the girls he’s been with before were models.

Grayson moved and laid again beside you with his head propped up on his arm, one of his arms temporarily wrapped around your waist to pull you a bit closer to his warm body.

He was looking at you with what seemed like pure lust and love; and it was exactly how he felt whenever he looked at you. From the moment you met, it felt like his body was on fire; all warm from the sight of you and the thought of you being his.

Even if you had only been dating for a month, he was completely smitten and in love with you.

He brought his free hand to remove your’s from your face, wanting to see the cute little embarrassing blush that was spreading. Interlocking a hand with one of your’s, he spoke up quietly while holding your gaze, “I promise you, babe, that I won’t find it stupid.”

Feeling your heart swell with warmth, you pursed your lips and wiggled to sit against the headboard. “I am really… insecure,” you sighed out shakily, “I’m insecure about… my body. Always have been, probably always will be.”

“And I’ve just… never had anybody go down on me before because of that.” You paused, letting an awkward silence fill his room before continuing your explanation. “I guess all the guys I’ve been with before were just assholes, and I never really asked them to do it; I was always the one giving head. I-I’m scared of it… well not scared, but I guess just insecure…” You whispered out, closing your eyes to avoid seeing the look on his face— an unreadable expression that made you feel nauseous.

You knew it. You weren’t confident enough for him. And you felt like you were gonna cry right there, but then a hand came up to cup your face. “Hey,” Grayson whispered out, bringing his thumb to the corner of your eye to try and peel them open. When you finally looked at him again, he had a gentle smile on his face as he watched you.

He was rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb, just staring into your beautiful face that he loved oh so much. “All those guys that you’ve been with before don’t know any better; you’re the most attractive girl I have ever seen in my life. I’d be honoured to even have the chance to go down on you, and I wouldn’t even want anything from you in return; except maybe your love, if you’re willing to give me that…”

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he managed to bring his arms around your waist and roll around— hovering over you again.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my entire life… every time I see you it feels like a billion fireworks are being set off at the same time.” You felt your heartbeat pick up at this, causing you to once again turn all red, which made Grayson’s heart flutter even harder than it was a second ago.

“Can I?” He whispered, bringing one hand up to cup your face, while the other tugged lightly on your underwear. He studied all of your features: your cloud-like lips that were just the prettiest shade of pink, your perfect nose and your eyes that were like a window to your soul, showing every single emotion in them.

You nodded frantically, no words coming out of your mouth; still shocked because of Grayson’s nice words and actions.

“Lucky guy i am,” He muttered, before smashing his lips against yours, where you both fit together like a puzzle piece.

Grayson disconnected from the kiss and began to move downwards, peppering your neck with kisses and whispering sweet nothings in the shell of your ear.

He curled his fingers around the flimsy material of your shirt, pulling it up and off your chest; leaving you in your panties, looking so vulnerable and innocent— causing him to smile and peck your lips softly. He then proceeded to make his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin while muttering everything he loved about you.

He trailed his fingers down your upper body, brushing them over your hardened nipples and making you shiver; before he moves downward— letting his fingertips dance over your stomach and trace the elastic band of your panties teasingly.

“Please, Gray” You whimpered. You were already incredibly wet and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Grayson could just see how wet you were by the little stain in your panties and by your delicious juices running down your perfect thighs. You bit on your bottom lip when he laid down, his face now close to your heat.

“You sure?” You smiled, and without any more spoken words, he ripped the lacy material and began to lick you- directly going for your clit.

“Gray!” You moaned out and he smirked to himself, satisfied with himself for making you scream his name. He continued to pleasure you— his tongue running up and down your pussy, using his best tricks to make you cum undone harder and faster.

“You taste wonderful, baby” Grayson moaned against you, sending vibrations through your whole body as you grabbed a handful of his tousled mop of hair, tugging at it in the pleasured state you was currently in, “So sweet, just like cherries”

Your moans filled the silence of the room besides the ticking of the clock that you heard.

But none of you were interested in something but each other.

“Fuck me, please. Please, i really need you” You begged with a small whine.

He knew you were ready for him, but wanted to lick you clean, be the first to make you scream just with his mouth.

He pulled back from your dripping core for a moment, using his fingers to pleasure you as he held intense eye contact with you.

“’m gonna make you feel even better now” He spoke confidentially and pushed two fingers into you, in search for your G spot. A moan left your mouth and he just smirked widely, yet wickedly before he brought his tongue to your clit again— starting to lick, suck and nibble it, sending shocks over your whole body. And it felt amazing.

“Fuck, G-g-gray” You moaned and tugged at his hair, what made those beautiful groans of his fall from his mouth. He hummed and began sucking while thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling them.

There was the spot that he suddenly hit, that had you screaming, feeling nothing but absolute pleasure running through your body.

“Found it.” Grayson smirked and began to thrust his fingers harder inside of your pussy while licking and nibbling at your clit. You eyes rolled back and another scream left your mouth as he continued. The tight knot in your stomach began to get tighter and tighter until you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore- and Grayson noticed by the way your walls clenched around his long and thick fingers.

“So good, Gray” You whimpered, hands leaving his hair and moving to the bedsheet, fisting them tightly, “i- i’m going to cum”

“Cum for me, baby. Let me see what a good girl you can be for me.” He spoke and pulled his mouth away, only to rub your clit with his fingers as he finger fucked you harder and faster.

You couldn’t take this much longer. The pleasure almost reached the point of making you release so hard that you couldn’t stop shaking.

“Cum for me, baby ! Let me taste you” He groaned and that was exactly the last push that you needed to come undone- with a loud, high pitched scream of his name as you spasmed on top of the thick white duvet.

Grayson licked from your entrance to your clit one last time before kissing all around your center and lower stomach. He moved around and positioned himself on his knee in between your soread legs, his hands on your thighs, caressing the soft skin.

“How was that, beautiful? Did i make it worth the wait?”

“You’re amazing,” You mumbled, bringing him down for a kiss, “i’ll never understand what i did to deserve you”

“You’re different than the others. You’re original, funny, and completely open minded, creative, smart, and not to forget absolutely gorgeous.” He curled his fingers around your chin, making you look directly into his honey-like eyes, “and i know you don’t see that, but i’ll help always be by your side, reminding you of your beauty and worth”

anonymous asked:

Ethan and ass play? A CONCEPT

Are you reading mine and @richdolan’s messages? Omg we were seriously just talking about this okay here we go. Am I getting carried away? Yes maybe but I can’t help it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ethan’s eyes were trained on your ass bouncing rhythmically over his lap, one hand behind his head, sweat dripping from both your bodies and his other hand rubbing up and down your back, the gentle touch causing your spine to curve.

Moans and whimpers of his name along with curse words fell melodically from your lips, your shaky hands leaving his thighs so you can place them on the bed between his spread legs, bending down so he can get an even better view of your pussy slicking his thick cock.

He was so deep in this position, his cock slipping up into your stomach when you went all the way down to his balls. Ethan groaned and smacked a hand against your ass when you clenched your muscles around him, squeezing his member.

Your second hole looked so tempting to him, so tight and wet, almost begging to be played with. One look of your eyes over your shoulder and Ethan was all in, sitting up a little and licking the pad of his index finger, rubbing it around the puckering hole and you gasped, the feeling not foreign but unexpected.

“You like that?” You continued riding him slowly, going up to his tip before squeezing and going back down, his finger following you every step of the way.

“Yeah, fuck, don’t stop.” He nodded and ran the finger down to your clit to collect more moisture, bringing it back up before slowly beginning to ease his finger inside. He got in to the knuckle, your whimpers of pleasure sent into overdrive at this point. You were now riding his dick and his finger and the combo felt delicious.

“Good girl. Taking me so well. All of me.”

“Move it please.” You whined, wiggling your hips back in forth, moving in a circle over his lap as Ethan slid his finger in and out, curling every so often and the action made you both cry out for each other. If the air in the room wasn’t hot it definitely was now.

So Ethan amped it up and slipped a second into your relaxed hole, your body jerking away at the suddenness but he was quick to pull you back against him, your entire lower body shaking. “Don’t run baby, don’t run.” You nodded and bit down on your lip, slowing to a soft grind now as he pumped two fingers.

“That’s it. Such a naughty little girl for me.” Ethan sat up fully now, bending you over just a little and still slowly drilling his fingers in and out, his cock close to exploding from how intense this moment was.

“You like my fingers in this tight little ass?” He wrapped your hair around his free fist, tugging on it and your nails grabbed at the sheets, throwing your hips back a little harder causing his fingers to sheathe in a little deeper, the both of you moaning.

“Yes! Feels so good E. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Cum with me baby. Go on let it go.” Bringing your hand down to your clit for that extra nudge, you were able to cum fast, Ethan right behind you and moaning into your ear from releasing such a huge load. He removed his fingers and his dick at the same time, the full feeling now gone and you were craving more.

He spun you around and pulled you on top again, lying back down and kissing you passionately, your tongues intertwining lazily. “If you can handle my fingers then maybe next time you can handle my dick. Think so angel?” With a shy nod you went back to kissing him, pussy clenching just thinking about it.

anonymous asked:

«39. A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart. B: That’s my right boob though. A: Babe.» with Ethan but in a very cute imagine with no smut or anything. He is with a tiny girl and looks huge next to her ❤️😊

#39: A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.

B: That’s my right boob, though.

A: Babe.

Your favorite days with Ethan were the days that the two of you just lazed around his house, usually just sitting in his room. You didn’t need to be constantly going out, didn’t need a classic date. You loved running errands with him, loved sitting with him while he edited, and loved laying on his bed lazily while he played Fortnite a few feet away. Which you were doing right now.

There was just something about his aura that you liked being around. His company was soothing to you. So even if you were by yourself, you liked to be with him, as weird as that sounded. Alone together, your favorite oxymoron.

Ethan was playing Fortnite loudly while you scrolled through twitter for a while. As he started getting louder, you could tell the game was getting increasingly more difficult, and eventually, he was cheering about a victory royale. He spun around in his chair, a bright smile across his face. Always his cheerleader, you clapped for him before resuming your scrolling.

He turned the game off, happily jumping onto his bed, landing on his stomach. He shuffled over to where you were laying, resting his head happily against your chest. He was so much larger than you, when he laid like this your feet barely reached his waist.

Your toes reached out and tickled his waist, making him giggle before he trapped both your legs under one of his. He watched you scroll down your timeline, watching you like and retweet while he traced circles into the skin on your tummy. He would often kiss your chest, the affectionate action leading you to hold your phone in one hand while you played with his hair with the other.

His hand trailed up to your breasts, giving the right one a playful squeeze. You giggle at the action, tugging softly on his hair as a form of mock-scolding. He chuckled back, looking up at you.

“Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart,” he explained, feigning a look of innocence.

You let out a wheezy laugh, your eyes momentarily closing as you did so. He laughed back, squeezing it again. “That’s my right boob, though,” you pointed out.

Babe,” he said, exasperated. You fell into a fit of giggles at his tone and insistance that he wasn’t a horny little boy but actually a loving boyfriend.

“Okay, whatever you say, lover boy,” you snorted, your fingers still running through his hair.

He was silent for a moment, and you just went back to looking through your social media, thinking the two of you were just moving forward from the joke.

But a moment later, he spoke softly, nuzzling futher into your chest. “I like that.”

“What? Me playing with your hair?”

“No — well, yes, but no. When you called me ‘lover boy,’” he explained, still snuggled deep into your chest, as though he was being shy about it.

“Are you embarrassed to admit that?” you asked gently, kissing his forehead.

He nodded a little bit, still not looking up at you. “There’s no need to be, lover boy,” you assured, putting your phone aside as you placed a hand softly under his chin. He allowed you to move his head upward so his eyes met yours.

“Still…” he trailed off, a beautiful blush spreading across his cheeks. “Can we keep it between us?”

“Anything for my lover boy,” you giggled, and he smiled, teeth and all. Your heart, in that moment, was beating for him.

You shuffled down so you were eye level with him, tangling your legs with his as you pressed your forehead against his. With eyes crossed, you gazed into each other’s eyes. You leaned in, placing a quick his to his lips, just meant to be a small peck. But when you retreated, he chased after you, attaching his lips to yours again, in a passionate, soft kiss that released a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your stomach in chest. In all the time you’d been with him, they never stopped fluttering.

A few moments passed full of kisses, and slowly, your lips stopped moving, just pressed against his. “Nap?” you asked simply, feeling the calming atmosphere getting to you.

He nodded, pulling the blanket around the two of you before pulling you in to his chest. He ran his fingers along your spine and you peppered kisses along his chest. “Night, lover boy,” you whispered, a little smile playing on your lips.

He chuckled, “Night, princess.”

Refuge, G.D.


WARNING: A bit of angst, extreme fluff.

A/N: I found this unfinished in my Docs, so I decided to write an ending to it! This starts off sad, but isn’t for long. Enjoy!

Originally posted by iloveboylove

You fumbled with the edge of your hoodie, hesitating before reaching out and ringing the doorbell. Tears streamed down your hot cheeks like rivers, and you raised your arm to wipe them away with your sleeve. While you struggled to maintain your composure, the door opened. You didn’t have the courage to look up, instead gazing down at your shoes, trying not to hiccup.

“Y/N? What are you doing here this late?” Grayson questioned. You could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

All of a sudden, the tears began to flow again. You let out a loud sob, stepping forward and letting yourself be engulfed in his strong arms. Your hands tugged at his gray sweatshirt, stains appearing from the tears that rolled off your wet cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled.

“For what?” he held you flush against his chest, resting his chin atop your head.

“You were right. He’s no good to me,” the mention of him made your heart ache.

You felt Grayson place a finger beneath your chin, raising your head to look up at him. You kept your eyes shut, afraid of what his reaction might be.

You heard a deep gasp as his large hand held your cheek, fingers dancing along the area beneath your eye. You winced when he applied a bit too much pressure.

He suddenly grasped your shoulders tightly.

“Did he do this to you?!” You turned your head away, regretting your decision to come here.

“Answer me, Y/N!”

Your mouth opened and closed, trying to decide if you should answer him truthfully or not. Knowing Grayson, he’d jump in his car in an instant to go give your boyfriend a piece of his mind. But it was too late now. You had already rung his doorbell, and you would now have to deal with the consequences.

You placed your face in your shaking hands, sobbing while nodding your head yes repeatedly.

He placed his head in the crook of your neck, letting you cry into him, grabbing fistfuls of his soft brown hair. His arms wrapped themselves around your waist in an embrace. You let his sweatshirt soak up your tears, trying to find refuge in him.

As if he could glue the pieces of your broken heart back together, and make the bruises disappear.

Grayson warned you this would happen, and you refused to listen to him. Instead, you ran off to your delinquent boyfriend, who in reality didn’t give two shits about you. How could you have been so blind?

“I’m sorry, Gray. I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve listened,” You croaked out.

He shook his head, shifting so that he could rest his chin on your shoulder. “No, I’m sorry. You don’t deserve for this to happen to you. You don’t deserve a shit-head like him. I could’ve stopped this, and I’m sorry I didn’t try hard enough.” He was suffocating you at this point, and you gasped when you felt his wet tears on your neck.

You clutched the hot mug of tea in your lap, swirling the tea bag in it around. After a while, you brought the mug to your mouth, letting the sweet liquid run past your dry lips. It was chamomile, and you instantly felt relief wash over you.

That was, until the sofa cushion beside you dipped under Grayson’s weight.

You lowered the mug from your lips, shuddering from the sudden cold. He delicately placed a large hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn around and face him. You fumbled with the end of your sleeve nervously.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You shook your head no, wishing not to relive that moment so suddenly. It was too painful.

“That’s fine, but you have to promise to tell me eventually, Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything, instead bringing your eyes down to your lap. You felt him hold your hands in his, bringing them up to his chest.

“Promise me, Y/N.” His eyes were full of anticipation, waiting for you to say yes. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no to Grayson; he was your best friend, after all. You had already let him down once, as much as it stung to admit.

You nodded.

“Thank you, Princess,” he brought your intertwined hands to his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon them. You felt the blood rush to your face, but didn’t bother taking your hands away from his.

His hands were warm, he was warm. And he pulled you in like a moth to a flame.

“What do you say we try to cheer you up? How does a Disney marathon sound?”

“I’d love that, Gray.”

You woke up under a mountain of blankets, legs tangled with someone else’s. The TV was playing in the background.

Blinking, you took in your surroundings, memories from last night flooding in. You had gotten into a fight with your boyfriend over one of his female ‘friends’, which resulted in him giving you a black eye. After that, you rushed out of his house and drove to the one place you felt safe: Grayson’s.

Your ears peaked at hearing a yawn, and you raised yourself onto your elbows to see none other than Grayson at your feet. Rubbing his eyes, he took a moment before finally waking up and meeting your gaze. A cheesy smile took over his face.

“Morning, beautiful. How’re you feeling?” At his words, you felt a pang beneath your left eye, and raised your hand to shield it from the sunlight filtering in from the window.

Quickly, Grayson untangled himself from the blankets you shared and scrambled to close the blinds, the room becoming much more dim.

“Sorry! Sorry. Is that better?”

You let out a small laugh at his sheepishness, “Yes, yes, much better.”

He returned to sit right next to you, his laugh joining your own. You both sat there, giggling, so close your fingers brushed together…

Your voice dying down, you let yourself take in Grayson’s appearance. Despite the minimal light in the room, he still managed to glow, his caramel locks flopping messily over his forehead. His smile shone bright as he laughed, head thrown back and shoulders jumping up and down, his dimples on show. He pierced your heart, this boy.

Little did you know, he ogled you with the same amount of admiration. You looked adorable, cheeks flushed as you grinned in your oversized hoodie. His hoodie, now that he took a closer look. The number 37 was clearly printed on the sleeve, his football uniform number.

A smirk made its way to his face at this realization, “Is that my hoodie?”

You gasped dramatically, “What? Pfft… no, no. Of course not! This is my hoodie.”

He leaned in, nose practically brushing against your own, “Oh really? Then why is my team number on the sleeve.”

You tried to act baffled, “What?! Your number is also,” you turned your head to peek at your sleeve, “37?”

Your cheeks reddened as he placed a loose strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear.

“Yes, yes it is.”

“What a coincidence.”

There was a moment of comfortable silence as you gazed at each other. Your lips were inches apart, and you could feel his breath merge with your own. You broke your stare to look at his lips. They were pink, and plump, like two pillows. You licked your own, once again meeting his eyes.

He brought his hand up to cradle your cheek, the other pressed against your mid-back. With your nod of reassurance, he leaned in, locking your lips together.

You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tasted… minty. It wasn’t overpowering, more subtle. But you couldn’t get enough, your lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.

Eventually, you were forced to pull away. You both sat there, breathless, with you baffled at why you ever chose anyone over him, and with him remorseful at how he hadn’t stolen you away from your boyfriend sooner.

matching: g.d

i saw that new insta grayson uploaded where gray is wearing grey in a bathroom full of grey which made me think of the blue outfits and the blue car and it got me thinking:
1) wow this boy loves to match 
2) imagine how much he’d love to match with his fave girl.

1500~ words

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Grayson: Why aren’t you picking up??

Ethan: Sorry, I was sleeping

Grayson: You literally gave me 3 heart attacks

Grayson: Who sleeps for 13 hours straight?

Emma: This is my lucky scrunchie.  It helped me pass Spanish.

James: You passed Spanish because you gave the professor a lap dance after the final.

Emma: Yeah. Luckily.

a/n: shout out to my mf BABY @fairlyukulele for this concept n many of the concepts that are currently in the works, love u the MOST 

summary: ethan sucks at watching movies, and sometimes it puts the people he loves in literal danger.

watching movies with ethan was impossible, and no one could tell you different. it didn’t matter what kind of movie you decided to put on, he could not sit through the whole thing.

the first movie you’d ever tried to watch with him was something corny and romantic, like the new Beauty and the Beast, or Everything, Everything. you dragged him to the movies on a day that neither of you were doing much, and you were so excited. ethan, on the other hand, was hesitant to walk into the movies to begin with, knowing he would hate whatever movie you forced him into watching. but he couldn’t say no to his girl, so he dragged his feet through the theater doors with the giant bucket of popcorn in one hand and your fingers laced through the others. you’d get nice and comfy in your seat, kicking your shoes off and basking in the glory of how ethan’s thumb felt stroking patterns into your thigh while he scrolled through his phone beside you.

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James: I’m gonna be honest, I feel like you don’t like me

Ethan: I’ve told you multiple times that I don’t

Sugar (g.d. au)

Summary: Grayson works at a bakery and Y/N thinks the cupcakes are the best thing about her life until she meets the one who was responsible for making them. 

Word Count: 16.5k

A/N: As the same as last author’s note, apologies for length. Also I wrote this in a week so I’m sorry it’s a little sloppy and kind of out there concept wise. 

Warnings: Little bit of fluffy loveee 


Today was just not your day.

Really, nothing could have rounded out the week sent straight from hell better than this one final instance that had become the cherry on top of the disgusting sundae you called life. And this wasn’t one of those sundaes with vanilla and chocolate ice cream and whipped cream as the final sweet touch, it was one made from all the expired contents you find in the back of your fridge that hadn’t been touched for months with pickles and olives to top it all off – the sundae of your bitter life.

First it was the all-nighter that you’d suddenly been deemed to pull on Sunday after your professor had emailed the class and announced that the exam would be changed to Monday instead of the Friday it was originally planned for. Cramming eighty-six vocabulary words on the functions of the brain while running on three hours of sleep from the night before was like sticking your head down a garbage disposal and just laughing through the pain. And when there was finally the moment you were able to rest, it had been completely ruined by the sound of your alarm as it blared through the early morning.

Following a night of no sleep, life took another swing at you that Monday when you’d been walking home after that torturous exam you’re pretty sure you failed when you hadn’t been paying attention and slid on a patch of ice, legs sliding apart until you bashed your knee against the concrete and wound up in an awkward split with papers flying into the wet snow. It wouldn’t have taken that much of a toll on your life if your favorite pair of jeans hadn’t been ripped right down the middle with no hope of fixing. Not to mention the giant bruise which began to swell on your ass from slamming against your heel when you fell, and now it was to the point where you hadn’t been able to sit without wincing for the rest of the week.

But life just kept steam-rolling right over you as Tuesday had come around, and you’d gotten screamed at by your manager of the local bar you served at for mixing up the orders to the party of twelve in the corner whose specific ‘wants and don’t wants’ had made it incredibly difficult to keep track of. Then on top of the screaming, he’d went ahead and taken the screwy meals out on your next pay check which would only mean you’d have to pick up an additional few shifts to make rent for the month.

Wednesday wasn’t as bad as the rest of the week. But, that was only because you’d decided to take a personal day and skip all your classes to stay in bed and binge an entire season of Criminal Minds while eating too much ice cream and popcorn until your belly felt like it was going to pop. The fear of another horrid day had kept you hidden away in your apartment for the whole day. Even Penelope’s attempt to coax you out for half-price sushi was unsuccessful because all you could think of was how, with your lack of luck, you’d end up choking on a spicy salmon roll and need to take a trip to the ER. Besides, why go out and drown your sorrows in sushi when you’d already been deep-diving into a carton of Breyer’s vanilla ice-cream all afternoon?

Unfortunately, the refreshing Wednesday of nothing turned out to be meaningless when you stepped out on Thursday and the first thing you’d walked out to that morning was a frozen car with about a foot of snow on top that you had to brush off with your gloveless hands because you’d let Penelope borrow your brush yesterday and she’d forgotten to put it back. Then there was a fly in your sandwich that you wouldn’t have even bought from the deli in the student center if you hadn’t opened the cabinet to an empty jar of peanut butter this morning. Next came the horrid grade you’d ended up getting on that surprise Monday exam. And to top it all off as the perfect mess, Binx decided he wanted to be an outdoor cat for the day and sneaked out the front door the very second you got home, leaving you to chase him up and down the apartment complex for thirty minutes too long.

And now it was Friday

And there was a plate of over-runny eggs and burnt toast sitting blandly in front of you.

And you were in the middle of getting dumped by a boy you’d wasted four months of your life on.

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