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He’s Cruel, You’re Cool // E.D. *

Summary: Y/N and her boyfriend Grayson had a perfect relationship - at least, she thought she did. But she wasn’t the only victim in a heartless betrayal.

Warnings: Angst, a bit of smut, swearing, fluff, and cheating. Also just wanted to add that I am not portraying Grayson in a negative context in real life as this is a work of fiction :)



Y/N was truly in the happiest moments of her life. She had a stable career, a cozy apartment near said job, wonderful friends and a very loving boyfriend. She met Grayson two years ago at a mutual friend’s party and ever since then, they were inseparable. It didn’t take long for Y/N to fall for his charm and genuine kind personality, and Grayson was just so obsessed with her. However, lately things have been hectic at Y/N’s job (she’s an editor for a very popular magazine), so she’s been a bit too busy to plan dates and hang out with him. But he’s been very understanding and doesn’t seem to mind - in fact, it’s almost like he’s a bit happy that she hasn’t been able to make time for him. But maybe he’s just thrilled that she’s making large strides in her workplace. That has to be it.

Y/N is currently driving to her boyfriend’s house, who he shares with his twin brother (she’s also pretty close friends with Ethan, but wouldn’t label them as “best friends”). She whips out her phone and sends him a quick text to let him know she was on her way over.


Y/N: Hey babe I’m almost there xx


She waited on the side of the busy road to see his response. Ten minutes passed and there was nothing - which was odd for Grayson, since he always sends a text back almost immediately, especially on his days off like today. When she thinks about it, he hasn’t replied to her texts at all today, nor has she gotten any read receipts. Y/N decided not to worry too much so she texted Ethan, hoping he was there with him.



Y/N: Hey Ethan… Grayson hasn’t been responding to my texts today, are you guys home?


Ethan: I’m not home but Gray should be… he’s not texting me back either and neither is Stacy. I’m coming home in a bit though


Stacy is Ethan’s girlfriend and one of the sweetest people Y/N has ever met. She’s been dating Ethan for a little over a year now and they’re perfect together. Her and Y/N have really bonded and become close friends since the time they’ve been introduced to each other. She truly makes Ethan happy, just as happy as Grayson makes her.


Y/N sighs and decides to drive to the twins’ house anyway. She pulls in and surely there was Grayson’s car, and Ethan wasn’t there yet. Stacy’s car was also there, but Y/N didn’t think too much of it. Her and Grayson were friends too; maybe they were watching a good movie and haven’t been able to check their phones.


Though, a deep and sickening feeling is telling Y/N otherwise.


She walks into the house using the spare key she was given, and sees no one in sight. However, she does spot Stacy’s familiar black Chanel bag laying on the couch along with a pair of her red bottoms. Why was she wearing red bottoms on a casual Sunday, and why has she taken them off?


“Gray?” Y/N decides to call out, but earned no response. She starts walking closer to his bedroom down the hallway, but slows her pace once she hears the sound of low grunting mixed with… a feminine voice.


Y/N’s heart dropped and her stomach twisted into a knot. No… he couldn’t have… Although she desperately wanted to run away and pretend that everything was fine, she knew she had to find out what was going on. Maybe he was watching porn without headphones on?

Grayson wouldn’t dream of cheating on her.


But Y/N’s suspicions were unfortunately raised when she leaned her head against the door and heard the very familiar voice of Grayson’s… as well as Stacy’s.


“Oh, Grayson!” Stacy belted out, nauseating Y/N.


“Fuck Stace… shit,” she heard Grayson huff as the sound of slapping skin was practically echoing off the walls. “I fucking love you.”


That’s the last thing that completely shattered Y/N; tears instantly swam down her cheeks as she couldn’t contain keeping herself hidden anymore. She twisted the doorknob and opened the door widely; of course the bastard hadn’t locked it. He always locked it when they were having sex… did he want her to catch him cheating on her?


“Grayson!” Y/N managed to shout, catching the sight of the two naked individuals on Grayson’s messy bed. He was currently buried into her, doggy style… a position he would always refuse to do with Y/N because he didn’t want to “hurt” her. She felt absolute disgust when Grayson’s shocked expression met hers.

“Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” Grayson sputtered nervously against a frozen Stacy, who looked incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. “I thought you had work today…”


“That doesn’t fucking justify you cheating on me, you dick!” Y/N snapped angrily, wanting nothing more than to slap that shit out of her now ex-boyfriend. “For your information, I got off early and decided to surprise you. What a huge fucking mistake that was.”


“Y/N…”


“No! You are not about to explain yourself… especially when you’re still inside of her!” Y/N was screaming now. “Stacy, of all people? That’s what hurts the most… Oh my God, what about Ethan? How the fuck could you do this to your own twin brother?!”

“What’s going on?” she heard Ethan’s voice from behind her, causing her to jump. “I heard yelling- WHAT THE FUCK?!”


Y/N’s body was shaking now, and she just couldn’t take it anymore. Ethan was furiously glaring at the two betrayers as Y/N ripped off the gold necklace with Grayson’s name on it and flung it at his face, making him flinch. She then pushed past Ethan and ran out of the house, ignoring the loud screams and curses flying from Ethan’s mouth. She quickly got into her car and drove off, refusing to cry until she was at least safe and at home.

And that’s exactly what happened. The moment she stepped into her doorway is when she bursted into full on sobs. She crawled into her bed, the same bed where she spent many nights with her so-called loving and loyal boyfriend, but now it was ruined. She wanted to burn every single little thing that reminded her of Grayson; the bedsheets, the t-shirts and hoodies, the teddy bears he won for her at state fairs… everything.

God, Y/N was so in love with him… how could he do this? Why did he do this? It seemed so unnatural of him… Grayson has always promised that he’d never hurt Y/N in a million years since the day he met her. But I guess that promise quickly broke when he unintentionally confessed his love for Stacy in front of her.

Y/N has finally stopped crying at around nine o’clock at night, six hours since the incident. She checked her phone and saw that she had multiple texts from both Grayson and Stacy, both begging for either forgiveness or the ability to explain what happened. She decided to ignore those texts after briefly reading them, and was about to shut her phone off until she noticed a text from the other Dolan twin.

Ethan: Hey Y/N… can I come over? I really need someone right now and I thought since we’re in the same boat…

Ethan: but I’d understand if you don’t want to see me… you know… because of that asshole


Ethan was right. Y/N wasn’t in the mood to see anybody, not just him. A part of her feared that once she saw Ethan, his face would remind her of him despite their obvious differences in physicality and personality. However, at the same time, she also didn’t want to turn Ethan away… knowing his heart was just as broken as hers, if not more. He was betrayed by his own goddamn brother, the person he loved most in the world. Y/N couldn’t let him be by himself.

Y/N: you can come over, e…


Ethan: thank you.


Surprisingly, after five minutes, Y/N heard a knock on her door which confused her. It couldn’t be Ethan, could it? Oh God, what if it was Grayson… or Stacy, trying to beg for a chance for her to hear them out. Y/N looked through the peephole and sighed in relief at the sight of Ethan, and she quickly opened the door. His eyes were bloodshot red and his cheeks were stained with tears… he looked just as messy as she does right now. He walks inside and immediately engulfs her into a tight hug.

“You got here fast,” she commented into the crook of his neck.


“I’ve been sitting in your parking lot for over an hour,” he explained, rubbing her back in circles. “I have nowhere else to go…”


“Nowhere else to go?” Y/N stupidly asked.


Ethan sniffled and pulled apart from Y/N, “I packed up all of my shit and left, even when Grayson tried to stop me. I couldn’t be there with… with…”


Y/N pulled him back into a tight hug as he sobbed into her shoulder, and it only took a couple of seconds for her to cry along with him. What did these two broken souls ever do to deserve this? What prompted Grayson to hook up with his twin brother’s girlfriend, while he had a girlfriend himself? No matter what explanation those two traitors provided, there was nothing to justify the type of pain that they brought upon the close-knit group. Now everything was going to be different and it was all their faults, ruining what was a really great thing.

And no matter how hard Y/N tried, she just couldn’t let Ethan go. And Ethan wasn’t able to let her go either. They both were currently having a similar thought process in which they’d be helpful in recovering one another’s shattered hearts. Sure, Ethan was Grayson’s brother, but he was also a victim in all of this.


“If you don’t have anywhere to go, E…” Y/N croaked, lifting her head up to meet his tear-filled gaze. “…Maybe you could stay here with me for a little while? Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course.”


“Are you sure, Y/N?” Ethan questioned, though he initially wanted to accept her offer right away. “Wouldn’t you uncomfortable knowing I’m related to the backstabbing shithead who broke your heart?”


She shook her head, and patted his shoulder assuringly. “You’re not like him, Ethan, I know you’re not. Besides, he broke your heart too, and I don’t think neither of us should be alone.”


Ethan smiled fainted, grateful for Y/N’s relentless kindness despite the situation. “Thank you, Y/N. You were the only person I wanted to see right now, anyway.”


The pair then proceeded to go down and unload Ethan’s car. He still had some stuff back at the house, but he certainly wasn’t in the mood to go back and get them at the moment. When he was finished cursing out his ex-girlfriend and shitty twin brother, he then went and started packing up his shit in his room, unable to stand being under the same roof where the love of his life fucked his brother. A half-dressed Grayson tried to prevent him from leaving, claiming that he hadn’t meant to have him or Y/N find out that way, but Ethan refused to listen to his pathetic defense. Stacy was also stupidly standing around with Grayson’s sheets wrapped around her naked body, profusely apologizing to Ethan about what he had seen and claiming that she never wanted to hurt him. Too fucking late, is what he told her.

Ethan ended up punching his brother square in the jaw, which was kind of an accident but also kind of not, as Grayson was provoking his burning anger and was crowding his face. He then threatened the asshole to stay away from him for a while, finished packing up his car, and drove away… the first place in mind being Y/N’s apartment. Her broken expression he saw on her face when she fled the twins’ house was a permanent stain on his face, and he was tempted to drive right back around and beat Grayson’s ass even more for doing such a terrible thing for a sweet girl.

Ethan always liked Y/N (not in that way, of course). When a giddy Grayson introduced her to him two years ago, he couldn’t help but respect Grayson for having a great taste in such a sweet, beautiful and intelligent girl. He was almost jealous of their amazing relationship until he met Stacy, who he immediately fell in love with. God… if only he could turn back time…


Ethan met Stacy about a year and a half ago when he and Grayson were doing a modeling shoot for a magazine cover, and she was one of the photographers working with him. They hit it off pretty quickly after being introduced to each other, and Ethan couldn’t help but feel charmed by her excessive beauty and slight sassy attitude the girl contained. Their relationship blossomed naturally and he was absolutely obsessed with her… now? Not so much. He wants the she-devil as far away from him as possible, despite his previous thoughts of marrying her and having as many kids as possible. Of course, those thoughts and promises future was destroyed now, but it still fucked with his mind that he used to falsely see her as this perfect angel who could do no harm. Clearly, she could do a lot of harm.

And now Grayson Bailey Dolan. This is what makes everything worse… when his own twin brother was involved and betrayed his trust. Despite this shitty action that he committed, Ethan couldn’t help but still love his brother… although he just cannot envision himself ever forgiving him or things going back to the way it was ever again. In the past, Grayson has made jokes of “stealing” Ethan’s girls, but this… this was obviously just too far. It wasn’t a joke anymore, it was a cruel reality that Ethan was now drowning in. He could forget about Stacy, even though it’ll be difficult since he’s still in love with her, but she’s just another girl. Grayson? Grayson is his blood relative, his twin brother. They shared the same womb together. They stuck together throughout high school when they were being teased and messed around with by other students. They were each other’s wingmen and helped each other out when they were down. They make videos together that have gained them plenty of devoted fans. They have fucking matching tattoos together. They are each other’s halves, and have promised each other to never let a girl get between them.

Why the hell did his stupid brother have to ruin everything?



Ethan couldn’t sleep that night in Y/N’s guest bedroom, though he was so appreciative of her being as accommodating as possible. His mind was racing with thoughts as he tossed and turned in his blankets. What was going to happen now? Ethan and Grayson’s relationship aside, which he doesn’t fathom how it will be mended, but what about the fans? They’ll be crushed and infuriated if they found out what Grayson did. His career would be ruined. What about the videos? They currently have a few pre-recorded and edited videos planned to go up in the coming weeks, but what happens after that? Do they separate? If they separate, would they have to make a video together explaining why? Ethan couldn’t imagine himself making a YouTube channel entitled Ethan Dolan. It was too painful to think about. His creativity relied on his twin; they just worked so well together despite their differences.

Ethan’s mind was eased to a sudden stop when he heard a loud sob coming from across the hallway. Y/N was certainly awake too, and before Ethan knew it, he had gotten out of bed and walked over to her bedroom. He opened the door to find her laying in bed, curled up in a ball with her face pressed against her pillow. He hesitantly walked over, feeling like he was the last thing she needed, and sat down beside her on her bed. Feeling the bed sink down beside her, she lifted her head up to see an empathetic Ethan, who was now rubbing her back in soft, slow circles.

“Ethan?” she whispered, her voice breaking.


He shook his head, urging her to not say anything. Instead, Ethan laid down beside her and wrapped a tight arm around her waist, spooning her. He then spoke in a fearful tone, “Is this okay?”


Y/N thought to herself, thinking back to how her and Grayson cuddled… well, they rarely did - only after sex. And even then, they never actually spooned each other. Grayson would always blamed it on his claustrophobia… which now had her wondering if that was a lie too. Did he ever cuddle with Stacy? Brought back to reality a bit, Y/N brushed her hand along Ethan’s arm and sighed at the feeling of his warm breath hitting her neck. She let the words flow out of her mouth, “More than okay.”


Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since that dreaded day and Y/N and Ethan have been getting better since. They’ve gotten a lot closer to each other, spending all of their time watching movies, going out to eat and ordering in, laughing and going shopping, et cetera. They had a lot more in common than they thought, they were just consumed in their blinding love lives to realize it. Neither have them have been in contact with Grayson and Stacy, both of which were doing God knows what - not like they cared. Nowadays they rarely thought about them - only on Tuesdays when Ethan uploaded a video to the channel without even mentioning it to Grayson. They pretended like everything was normal even though things were far from it… until the third week mark came and there wasn’t anymore Dolan Twins videos to upload.

Y/N sat in her bedroom as she heard Ethan speak on his Instagram story, “Hey guys, so there isn’t going to be a video today… actually, there won’t be one for a while. Due to personal reasons, we’re taking a break from the channel. I’m not sure how long it’ll be, but I encourage you guys to be patient for this process. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, I am too, but some things in life you can’t control. Thanks for understanding and always being supportive… love you guys.”

So, the Dolan Twins fans aren’t oblivious as to what’s going on. They knew something was happening when they noticed that Grayson and Ethan barely posted on their stories and weren’t seen together in public. They weren’t posting Snapchat stories together urging fans to check out the new video; and through a little digging, they also noticed that Y/N (her and Gray’s relationship was never publicly confirmed but it was obvious that they were together) had unfollowed Grayson and Stacy (her and E’s relationship was somewhat public). Y/N had also deleted pictures she had which she had taken with Grayson alone (innocent pictures, like them simply standing side by side together but it still sent shippers crazy). And now here’s Ethan’s Instagram story, in which fans noticed that his smile seemed fake and his bags under his eyes increased - it also looked as though he was in someone else’s apartment.

Y/N was lost in thought when Ethan walked into her room and sat beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder to shake her out of her momentary daze. She snapped out of it and giggled softly before asking, “Are you okay?”


“Yeah… I just know rumors are going to fly and fans are going to try to figure everything out,” he sighed heavily. “I know what they did was fucking awful but I don’t want Grayson being sent tons of hate and his career demolished…”


Y/N flinched slightly at the mention of her ex but nodded nonetheless. “I understand. I hate him right now but I wouldn’t want anyone sending him death threats, you know?”


“You know what we should do?” Ethan changed the subject quickly. “We should go on a road trip.”


“A road trip?” Y/N questioned.


“To get our minds off of this shit. If we go somewhere at a reasonable distance from… them… maybe it’ll help us,” he explained. “You’ve also been working a shit ton and you need a break, you work-a-holic.”


Y/N rolled her eyes but grinned excitedly. “Well, where will we be going?”


“I was thinking Vegas? You’ve mentioned before that you’ve never been and I think you should go,” he suggested.


Grayson had always promised to take Y/N to Las Vegas, though he never acted on it. He always claimed one day but at most times, he said he was just too busy.


“Let’s go to Vegas then,” Y/N agreed, realizing that she was in desperate need of a vacation.


So she took the rest of the week off and her and Ethan drove off to Vegas in his Jeep. Ethan had managed to book quite a lovely luxurious hotel and defended it by saying it was part of the “Vegas experience.” They were both excited to not be too cooped up in her slightly small apartment anymore, though Y/N feared that fans would spot them and confront Ethan about what happened… would he be able to tell the truth?

Ethan managed to convince Y/N in going to the ziplining place with him, despite her fear of heights. It was the first thing they went to when they arrived to Vegas, and since it was nighttime he told her that the view would be much more beautiful. He was right, of course, but Y/N’s chest tightened when she realized how high they truly were, nearly as high as the tall buildings of the city. Ethan noticed her nerves and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers together. She looked over at him and he smiled, “It’s okay, I got you.”

She returned his smile and gazed around at the millions of city lights, her fear diminishing as she admired the view. “Wow… it’s beautiful.”


Ethan was unknowingly staring at Y/N, though. Her hair was flowing through the wind as she stared in awe at the sights around her. God, how could he have not realized how beautiful she really is? Grayson really lucked out… and fucked up but not appreciating what he truly had. If his brother would have seen this lovely girl underneath the lights with her hair through the wind, hundreds of feet in the air - he wouldn’t have ever dared to consider being unfaithful to her. And though it was grossly cliché, Ethan couldn’t help but let the words blurt from his mouth, “Yeah, you really are…”

Y/N whipped her head around and gave him a puzzled look. “What?”


“I-I was talking about the view, not that y-you aren’t - I mean, fuck,” Ethan sputtered nervously, unable to cover his hilarious slip up. “Fuck it, you’re so beautiful, Y/N.”


Her mouth fell agape as she hadn’t expected the compliment from him. The difference in his words from his twin brother struck her almost immediately; Grayson would always tell her that she looked beautiful… but here Ethan was saying she is beautiful… Was she overreacting or is there a certain meaningfulness to this language?

Because looking beautiful and being beautiful are completely different terms.


When the zipline ride was over, Y/N’s adrenaline was rushing. She jumped on her feet and spoke excitedly, “That was so fun! Let’s do something else - like skydiving! Let’s go skydiving.”


Ethan chuckled, swinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulder as they walked back to his car. “Most of the places here are closed already, but we can come back tomorrow… that’s if you’re adrenaline hasn’t washed out yet.”


He shot her a knowing smirk to which she stuck her tongue out in response. They eventually drove back to the hotel and around a quarter to eleven, they decided to chill out on the balcony as they were on the fiftieth floor. They sat in the chairs and just stared at the stars, both lost in the sky until Ethan noticed Y/N shivering.

“Cold?” he asked, laughing as Y/N hugged herself for warmth.


“No,” she denied, shaking her head. Ethan rolled his eyes at her stubbornness and stood up, pulling off his hoodie to give it to her. She refused and tried to say she was fine, but he wasn’t having it - he ended up forcing her inside his oversized Kid Cudi hoodie, her scowling in defeat as he donned a proud grin.

He sat back down, and Y/N mumbled a quiet “thank you.” Secretly, she was glad that he had given her his hoodie, though now her heart was racing a mile a minute, just as it had when he called her beautiful. Did he mean anything by it? Probably not, and she knew better than to jump to conclusions. The scent of Ethan’s cologne was strong, though, but Y/N adored it. She very much preferred it to Grayson’s natural scent-

No, she wasn’t going to compare them. She couldn’t do that to her mind. She had to let Grayson go, despite hanging around his twin brother. If she had to be honest with herself, the time she has been spending with Ethan has been ten times more fun than the few, sparring times she had spent with her ex. Maybe it was the spontaneity of it all, or the fact that they were using this to get a lot of shit off their minds, but Y/N was having fun and she wasn’t going to let her cheating and lying ex ruin it.

That is, until she got a notification on her phone. In fact, it was multiple notifications. Her Twitter and Instagram was blowing up, many fans encouraging her to check out a video upload to YouTube on the Dolan Twins channel. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion; she thought Ethan hadn’t uploaded anything? She then discovered that #GraysonDolan was trending number one on the Twitter page, as well as #GraysonDolanisOverParty underneath. A sickening feeling overwhelmed Y/N when she clicked on the hashtag, not expecting to see a candid picture of Grayson kissing Stacy on the lips in front of a Starbucks. She glanced over at Ethan, who was giving her a peculiar look and was wondering as to why she probably looked constipated right now.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, concern evident in his tone.


She couldn’t show him the picture, she couldn’t let it tear him up inside. Before she knew it, she sprinted into the hotel room with Ethan closely following her - but she managed to lock herself in the bathroom. He repeatedly knocked on the door but she ignored it, clicking on the YouTube app on her phone. Instantly a video from the Dolan Twins popped up from her subscriptions box, entitled, I Made A Huge Mistake… with Grayson’s face as the thumbnail. It had nearly ten million views already, and with a lump in her throat she decided to click on the ten-minute long video.

Grayson sat in front of the camera of his bedroom, the same place Y/N caught him… the mere thought made her want to click off the video, but she stopped herself. Grayson took a deep breath and she tried not to notice the redness in his eyes and his tear-stained cheeks.

“Hey guys. So you’re probably wondering what’s been going on lately, and Ethan and I haven’t been posting together or hanging out,” he began, sniffling a little. “Well, I didn’t want to make this video because I wanted to handle this situation privately but a picture was leaked onto Twitter, so I guess I’ll just say it now: Ethan and I had a major falling out, and it’s all my fault.”

Grayson took a short pause before continuing, “No, this isn’t a prank. I fucked up… I really fucked up. I hurt the two people in my life I cared about the most in the world, just for a good time. So let me begin…”

Y/N scoffed at his words, then realized that Ethan had stopped banging on the door. Her focus was brought back to her phone when she heard Grayson speaking again, “Y/N and I started dating about two years ago and I fell in love with her… I’m still madly in love with her, despite the fact that we’re broken up now because of me. I took advantage of her kindness, and you’ll find out soon enough. Anyway, Ethan started dating Stacy about a year ago, and everything was all perfectly fine until about six months ago, when Stacy and I were left in the house alone and she started flirting with me.

“It was innocent at first, and I thought it was all a joke until her flirtations… started getting a little more physical. I was uncomfortable with it because I had a girlfriend - and she was dating my brother - so I confronted her and told her to stop. Then she started blackmailing me… she had taken some scandalous and intimate videos of Y/N and I when we thought we were alone, and told me that if I didn’t hook up with her she would release them to the public and ruin our lives. At the moment I should have told Y/N and Ethan, as well as authorities… but I was blinded by fear so I did it. Then we continued hooking up for the next few months to prevent her from leaking those videos…”


Grayson shedded a few tears and while Y/N wondered if they were real, she also felt completely and utterly disgusted. Her breathing hitched as the boy on the screen took another deep breath and started to continue his story, “For some time now, Y/N was really busy with work and we barely saw each other… not that I’m blaming her, of course. We grew distant and I used my need for comfort with Stacy, who I developed some feelings for but had ignored them. I used her as a way to distract myself from my poor relationship and was having fun, I’ll admit… until Y/N and Ethan caught us, and it all went downhill from there.

“I ripped both of their hearts to shreds and I know that they hate me now, and they’ll never forgive me. Ethan moved out and neither of them are talking to me, which I completely understand. I just want them to know that I am extremely sorry for what I’ve done, and there’s no possible way I could fix the pain they’re feeling right now. I disappointed my fans, my family, and even myself. I decided to break it off with Stacy and she promised not to release the videos if I gave her one last goodbye kiss, which was obviously caught on camera. I’m not sure what future entails for this channel, just know that we will be taking times for ourselves to figure out this mess that I’ve created.

“Y/N, if you’re watching this, I just want you to know that I’m sorry for breaking your heart and I love you. There’s no way you’ll ever take me back and that’s okay. You were the most perfect girlfriend and you made me really happy, and you don’t deserve the way I treated you. You deserve so much better. And Ethan… my best friend, I’ve betrayed you in the worst way a brother could ever do. I will regret hurting you for the rest of my life… I know you want nothing to do with me, which I completely get, but I can’t picture my life without you. You’re my family, my everything, my favorite person in the whole world… I love you so much, and I hope one day we can patch things up. It’ll take time, I know, but I promise I’m sincere and I’m not taking my responsibilities for the views or attention… but because it’s the right thing to do and I’m ready to face whatever consequences that are coming to me. Okay, that’s it… bye, I guess.”

The video ends there, leaving Y/N in a sobbing mess on the hotel bathroom floor. Her stomach churns and she feels so disgusted that she ends up crawling over to the toilet and throws up the remnants of food she had that day. She hears a sudden click of the locked door that is now pushed open to reveal a crying Ethan, who gasped at the sight of Y/N. He had used a card to slide through the locked door after watching the video himself. He quickly walks over and flushes the toilet, picking a shaking Y/N up and carrying her out. He rests her on the king-sized bed and asked softly, “Are you sick?”

She shook her head, and even then Ethan placed a hand on her forehead to see if she felt warm. “No… No… I just feel worse, even after that video. It’s been going on for months, and Stacy had videos of me… and him… oh God.”


Ethan pulls her into her arms in an attempt to calm her down. “Hey, hey… You don’t know that. Grayson could be lying…”


A part of Ethan couldn’t believe that Stacy would be capable of doing such a horrendous thing - blackmailing someone - but another part of him was convinced that it was the truth. Yes, he was in a tough situation with his brother, but he knew whether or not his brother was lying… and in that video, Ethan could feel that he was telling the truth. And Grayson is certainly not a decent actor.

“He’s not lying, I could tell,” Y/N spoke, clearing her scratchy throat. “It just hurts to feel like you weren’t good enough for someone, and they tell you that you are, but this still end up betraying you anyway.”


“You were more than good enough for Grayson, Y/N. You’re the best girlfriend he’s ever had and the biggest loss he’ll ever face…” Ethan says assuringly, grabbing onto her hand and squeezing it tightly. He then grabs her face with his hands and caresses her damp cheeks gently, smoothing over the dry tears with his thumbs. “When you look at me, do you see that monster? Does my face turn to his face? If so, would you still want to hang out with me? I’d understand if you-”

“No, Ethan, I don’t see his face when I look at you. I see you’re face, and in fact, he’s completely forgotten when I look into your eyes,” Y/N tells him honestly. “You’re a completely different person, you know that right? He’s cruel… and you’re cool. You’re the coolest person I know, E, and you’ve really helped me these past few weeks.”

“You’ve helped me, too,” he mumbled, casting his eyes into her own as he rubbed the back of her neck. His eyes then moved towards her lips, and his heart thudded in his chest. They looked so soft… so needy… “We should help each other out even more…”


Y/N detected the desire in his eyes and she felt it as well. She whispered his name before closing the gap between them, locking their lips together in a sealed and greedy kiss. His tongue ran across her bottom lip as she ran a hand through his fluffy dark brown hair, her legs straddling his hips as she pushed herself on top of him, his back meeting the mattress. The adrenaline she had felt a few hours earlier had returned, igniting a fire inside of her. This abrupt and rushed sensation was something she has never felt before, not even with he who shall not be named.

Ethan grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and flipped them around so that he was now on top, there kiss had not broken just yet. He was hypnotized by the way her lips moved with ease against his, as if it were truly meant to be. Before they knew it, all of their clothing has been tossed to the floor and he was now pounding her into the bed, no foreplay required. She trailed her nails down her bare back as he thrusted into her wet core repetitively, their moans syncing together like a beautiful harmony. He spread her legs further apart so he could go in deeper, slamming the headboard against the wall without caring that it would disturb the guests next door.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Ethan groaned, his hands wrapped around her wrists that were held besides both sides of her head as his chests slammed against each other’s.


Y/N threw her head back at the immense amount of pleasure, knowing she was bound to reach her climax very soon. “Ethan!”


They came together, and Ethan rested him beside her warm and panting body, his forehead coated in sweat. He pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek as she stared up at the ceiling; neither of the pair realized that they just opened a door to something they would never be able to close.


And so they continued their sexual rendezvous for the next couple of weeks. Whenever the strong pull of loneliness overwhelmed either one of them, one quick text and their needs were satisfied. While it seemed like a “friends with benefits” type of situation, they both saw it as something more but weren’t quite ready to make it official. However, they did agree to be exclusive to one another, deeming each other the best sex they’ve ever had. Y/N’s lingering sadness over the previous traumatizing events were finally beginning to fade away - she wasn’t in the process to forgive Grayson, but she no longer felt ill-will towards him. She shed no more tears over the boy that once made her heart flutter but now she feels absolutely nothing for. And no, she didn’t consider Ethan as her rebound - he was much more than that. As for Ethan, Stacy was completely rid from his mind, he forgotten what he ever saw in that twisted woman. The only woman that filled his thoughts nowadays was Y/N. He had a desperate urge to take care of her and act as a loving boyfriend would, but he needed she needed time. They both needed time. Not only for themselves, but for those around him, because thanks to Grayson the whole situation was now public. Fans came through with love and support, but Y/N and Ethan didn’t bother to make a response video or post. Stacy did, however, try to defend herself and deny the “accusations” but it ultimately failed when she was exposed by Grayson with receipts from his texts.

Currently Ethan and Y/N were engaged in yet another spout of intimacy when she could have sworn she heard the front door open. Something she should have remembered earlier was that Grayson has a spare key to her apartment, which in retrospect she should have taken when she stormed out of his house that terrible day. Her and Ethan were in the very position they found their ex-lovers in, doggy-style with Ethan’s large hand wrapped around her throat as he fucked into her. Both of their heads snapped up when they heard Y/N’s bedroom door open to see and shocked and disturbed Grayson with a bouquet of roses in his hands.

“What the fuck?” he spat, but his anger and annoyance only fueled Ethan’s arrogance because he continued his movements into his brother’s ex-girlfriend.


“What can I say?” grunted Ethan, wiggling his eyebrows in amusement. “What goes around comes around, bro.”

Unconventional Meetings (g.d)

A/N- Hi! So this is my first work for the Dolan Twins and I’m so excited but hella nervous to post this😂. I hope it’s good. I would be so grateful to get some constructive criticism and maybe even some requests to keep me busy?? Ok I’m done rambling. Enjoy!

Notice***- I relocated this from my other blog @daddydolansbaby. (Don’t worry, I’m not stealing haha) I won’t be posting anymore there so all my DT stuff will be posted here now!

Warnings- language, some drug use (marijuana)

Summary- Grayson and his getaway Porsche save the day

Everything was a blur. One minute you were in your car, jamming out to the radio by the side of the road, maybe just smoking a little weed, and the next you were running for your life down the sidewalk filled with people.

You looked behind your shoulder and squealed, surprised at how fast the police were gaining on you. You sped up, shoving people as you went.

“Hey! Watch yourself!”

“What the hell asshole?!”

“Watch it!”

You didn’t care to apologize, knowing that your freedom was more important than being courteous.

You were starting to get very tired and you were losing your breath. Just as you thought that you were going to have to give up and let the police take you, you saw a guy get into his flashy baby blue Porsche and start it a few feet ahead of you. Making a bold mood, you decided to use the last of your running energy to speed ahead and jump into his car just as he was about to drive off.

“What the fu-”

“Just drive!” You yelled at the man and slammed the door. He stared at you for a second,  confused as to what was happening. “Dude please, for the sake of me NOT getting arrested, DRIVE!” In an instant he pulled out of his parking spot and sped down the street.

“It’s Grayson actually, not dude! And who the fuck are you?” He asked, his voice loud but not aggressive.

“Y/N.” You said and looked behind you to see the cops in the middle of the street watching you drive away. Relieved, you sunk into the leather seat and sighed. You looked over and saw he didn’t look amused with what was happening.

“Well Y/N, you probably just got me in a fuck ton of trouble! You know this car isn’t very discreet!” He exclaimed and continued speeding down the road.

“Well my apologies. It was either this or get arrested, and I am not really in the mood to go to jail today.” You said, not wanting to yell at the guy who just saved you from the popo.

It was quiet for a couple minutes before he spoke again. “I’m dropping you off at the next stop sign.” He said, keeping his hazel eyes trained on the road.

“Could you possibly drop me off at my apartment?” You asked and kicked your sandal covered feet up on the dash. The movement caught his attention and he quickly moved to push your feet off.

“Seriously? Don’t put your feet up there!” He exclaimed. You snorted in amusement but did as he asked none the less.

“So, my apartment?” You asked again. He scoffed and shook his head making his floppy brown hair bounce around.

“Next stop sign.” He said and sped up a bit.

“But I literally have no clue where I am. What if I get lost? What if I get mugged or kidnapped?” You wined and jut out your lower lip. “Pwease Gwayson?”

He looked at you and studied your pouty look for a second before chuckling to himself.

“Where do you live?” He sighed. You straightened up, pretty shocked he was agreeing. You told him your address and watched him skillfully type it in his phone’s GPS.

“Wait really?” You genuinely thought he was messing with you.

“What, would you rather be dropped off at the stop sign? Because that can still happen.” He said and took a right turn.

“No, no. Just surprised.” You muttered and opened the glove compartment. Grayson groaned as you dug through his things.

“Are you high or something? What’s your problem?” He asked, glancing at you.

“Yeah.” You said simply. No need to lie to the poor boy right?

“Seriously?” He snorted and stopped at a red light.

“Mhm, that’s why the cops were after me. They caught me smoking some weed and decided that they didn’t have anything better to do than to chase me down.” Grayson hummed in understanding and looked over at you still snooping. He looked away to check the light but was distracted by your laugh. He glanced over to see you holding up two condom packages. “Ooh, who’s the lucky lady?” You giggled as he snatched them away from you and shut the glove compartment.

“Would you stop going through my shit please?” His voice was loud and aggravated. You put your hands up in surrender and sat back in the seat, a snicker sneaking past your lips. He turned and gave you an annoyed look.

“Sorry.” You said and cleared your throat, resisting the urge to laugh. He ran his hand through his hair and rested his head on the back of his seat. An awkward silence hung in the air which had to be fixed right away. So you decided to do a little sucking up to your knight in a shining baby blue Porsche. “Thank you for being my getaway car by the way. You literally saved my ass.” You said and watched his jaw unclench and his shoulders relax. The light turned green and he accelerated the car forward.

“Well, it’s not like you really gave me much of a choice.” He mumbled and made a left turn.

You chuckled and ran a hand through your hair. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Eh, it’s fine. At least you haven’t been boring company.” He sighed. You laughed and shrugged.

“Well, I’m glad I’ve been good entertainment for you.” You said and dramatically bowed as best you could. He laughed and turned down your street. You felt a little sad that your time with Grayson was about to come to an end. You found him to be quite enjoyable.

As he pulled up to your apartment building, you decided to be bold one more time that day. “Hey Grayson?” You asked as he put the car in park.

“Yeah?” He said and looked over at you. You took a deep breath in and gave him a sweet smile.

“Would you maybe wanna do something sometime? Like when I’m not high or running from the law?” You bit your lip, hoping that he wouldn’t reject you. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I mean unless you’re like tied down then forget I asked.” You rushed out, remembering the condom incident a few minutes prior.

“What were you thinking?” He asked, the cocky smirk still present. You let out a breath and shrugged.

“I was thinking we could stray from society’s tradition and I could take you out. A proper thank you for helping me not be in a jail cell right now.” You smiled and unbuckled your seat belt. He chuckled at your idea and nodded.

“Why not? What’s your number?”

“Really?” You asked and pulled out your phone, him doing the same.

“Yeah, I mean your fun and it’d be a shame to not see you again.” He said and handed you his phone to type your number in to. You handed him yours and then exchanged them back when contacts were in.

“Awesome. I’ll text you when I’m sober enough to think of plans.” You laughed and opened the door to exit.

“Sounds good Y/N.” He chuckled and watched you get out of his car.

“Till next time then Grayson.” You said and bent down enough to see him.

“Till next time.” He said and waved. You shut the car door and stepped back. You waved as he pulled away and drove down the street. You smiled to yourself and laughed.

As you turned to go inside, the only thing you could think was ‘wow, I got a date with my hot getaway driver.’

Thanks for reading!!

ahhh okay so an anon sent me a concept only tumblr published it before i was ready so i deleted it like an idiot 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

the concept was something like: “grayson has been giving me such frat!grayson vibes lately. imagine grayson’s fwb seeing her flirt with someone else & maybe she needs to get punished.

•A/N: also, i know this is kind of choppy it was supposed to just be a concept but i got carried away. i’m trying to get back into writing so pls don’t roast me. i hope you guys like it anyways 🤦🏻‍♀️

first of all, hi anonny💙 (i hope you see this btw) i actually wrote something similar to this!! i have a blurb of frat!gray punching a hole in the wall when he sees his girl who’s not his girl with someone else & i have a fic called make it nasty where frat!gray gets super jealous of his best friend/crush dancing with someone else.

now to the concept: the whole thing started because grayson was flirting with a girl from ADPi who he has previously hooked up with. frat!gray is a natural flirt with hooded eyes, and gentle touches, always down to make a girl feel a little bit special whether it’s for some clout or to have them come dance with him. however, he really likes his fwb; that’s his girl. although, he definitely has a double standard when it comes to her; he doesn’t like when she flirts or dances with other people at fucking all and she knows that, but he does it all the time and it infuriates her.

• you would walk in to the party, immediately looking for grayson, since he’s the one who invited you to this party in the first place. you’re in a sorority but your sorority isn’t super close with his—your sorority, Alpha Phi, hangs out with Sigma Chi, while Grayson’s frat, Sigma Pi, usually hangs out with the girls from ADPi. you were friends with a few of the girls from ADPi, but not nearly as close with them as you were with your sorority sisters.

• eventually, you found grayson in the kitchen, a hand stroking callie mchenry’s hip as he whispered in her ear. her dazzling smile and blushing cheeks confirmed your worries and your heart sank to your stomach.

• you immediately rushed over to the counter nearest grayson, scooping some punch out of the sink, making sure your heels clicked loudly as you made your way next to him. “‘scuse me,” you snarled as you walked past the two who were huddled closely near the doorway. graysons could feel his heart start to race; he was both excited that you were here, but annoyed that you had caught him flirting. “you’re here? when did you get here? you were supposed to text me.” callie’s smile slipped off her face at the diversion of grayson’s attention.

“gray, we were in the middle of a conversation—,” callie tries, placing her hand on his forearm.

grayson looks at her with boredom in his eyes, slight annoyance tracing his features, “i’ll find you later, cal, okay?” grayson places his hand on her back in an attempt to scoot her out of there and y/n’s rage only grows. who the fuck did grayson think he was trying to control girls the way he did? you knew he was bad news, but god if he didn’t just make your heart race in the most intimate of ways. he was enraging, and enticing, and enamoring. however, clearly he didn’t feel the same way since when you had hooked up yesterday, he told you he was thinking about you two being exclusive rather than just being the standard booty call. you felt like the biggest idiot.

• callie left the room with a sigh, her head hung a little low. you felt bad, especially since you related on a multitude of levels, but right now you were pissed. you took a long swig of your drink, the liquor burning down your throat much how your stomach burned with anger.


• “when did you get here?” grayson repeated as he leaned back on the counter, his heartbeat picking up. he can’t believe you saw that; just his luck. he would make a step toward committing, drunkenly flirt and get fucking caught. his flirting wasn’t even because he wanted callie either—you were late. well, you were a little late, and grayson was drunk and panicked. panicked that you got freaked out at his desire to be exclusive. panicked that you found someone better, someone who was smarter, and more mature. panicked that you left him.

• you promptly ignored him, surveying the room before taking another sip of your drink. grayson rolled his eyes, “you’re really gonna ignore me? what are you? five?”


• you could feel your own jaw clench, “me? i’m the five year old? yesterday you told me you wanted to be exclusive and today you’re over here groping another girl. i think we both know who the real five year old is.”

• grayson’s jaw clenched, “you’re the one who’s late! i thought you were ditching me—christ, y/n. also, for the third time, why didn’t you text me when you were here?”

• “i did, asshole. look at your phone,” you bit back, hands on your hips indignantly.

• grayson pulled out his phone from his back pocket to see three missed texts from you. his phone on do not disturb. his face grew hot and his stomach started to churn; he had fucked up.

• “y/n—,” grayson began, his hazel eyes pleading.

“save it, i’m so sick of this. fuck being exclusive, honestly. you can’t even keep your hands off another girl when i’m not in the same room as you. i’m all set, dolan,” you snapped, your eyes burning a bit. you weren’t sure if it was the bright lights, the alcohol, or the smoke filled room, but you would drop dead before you let grayson dolan saw you cry over him. you hated yourself for the pure fact that you said that you were all set with him because you knew in your heart you’d be back with him eventually. he was like a jello shot; cute, delicious, and so, so easy to drink, but dangerous when consumed in copious amounts.

• “c’mon, y/n, you know i wanna be exclusive, don’t be like this,” he pressed on, holding onto your wrist. you looked at the floor throwing your head back from a second to blink back tears before your eyes shot daggers at him. “don’t tell me not to ‘be like this,’ grayson. you can’t even keep it in your pants when i’m five minutes late to a goddamn house party. what makes you think i’d wanna be exclusive now? come find me when you’ve matured a bit.”

• an hour later after downing several shots of fireball with a few girls from ADPi who were in your environmental science class you were definitely drunk and definitely looking for somebody to dance with. you left the girls to go to the bathroom and when you came out you stumbled into a body. “whoops, my bad,” they apologized taking a moment to steady you. you looked up at them; blue eyes, dark brown hair, with freckles across the bridge of his nose. this boy was very pretty, and would make an incredible distraction.

• you discovered his name was drew, and after many soft touches, in addition to some lingering stares, you two eventually made it out onto the dance floor. the bass of an a$ap ferg some reverberated throughout the house, and with the alcohol coursing through your veins you felt even more daring than usual. you wanted grayson to see you, let him know you were already over whatever games he was playing, so you made sure you two stopped right in front of the speakers, where you knew, ethan, grayson’s brother was usually posted up.

just as you anticipated, ethan was in charge of the playlist. with phone in hand, he was slightly distracted as a pretty girl with long blonde hair had her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers intertwined through the ends as she whispered in his ear. as soon as the song was about to come to an end, you made sure to turn you two around so you were facing the table with the speakers. your ass was pressed tightly to drew’s front, your arms swung carelessly around his neck, his mouth attached to your neck.

• grayson could see you from the top of the stairs and he could feel his face growing hot with rage. he knew it was hypocritical, but fuck did he hate this. he hated the idea of someone else’s hands, lips, or body touching you. it made his skin crawl, his jaw sore from clenching it and his stomach feel sick. he had never felt like this over any girl and the fact that he was the cause of a.) catching feelings and b.) driving you away was beyond frustrating.

• with a clenched jaw grayson glared at you, willing you to look up. after a few minutes with no luck he stomped down the stairs, drink sloshing in his hand as some of it spilled over the side. as he made his way closer his mouth fell open. it would be drew anderson who was dancing with you; the guy was constantly living in his shadow, running for VP of Sig Pi and losing to him, constantly challenging him to drinking games and losing, anything he could to one-up him. leave it drew to be the one to go for his girl.

• grayson walked over immediately, liquid courage charging his rage and causing him to bump into drew’s back. in surprise drew flew forward, sending you flying. to ensure you didn’t fall, drew held tighter to you, his neck craning around to confront the offender. “what the fuck, dolan? you good?” drew snapped, his hands resting on y/n’s waist. grayson could feel himself grow sicker by the second.

“i’m pretty fucking good, anderson. how are you?” grayson sneered, looking you in the eyes the whole time. you refused to break eye contact; this wasn’t fair. he couldn’t just have his hands all over someone else and then act like a brat when you did the same thing.

“uh, good?” drew replied awkwardly. with a bright smile, drew turned to you, pulling you in closer to his side, “this is—.”

“y/n,” grayson interrupted. “yeah, i know, and you know i know, so let’s cut the bullshit, anderson. go find someone else’s shadow to chase, would ya? always crawling up my ass, trying to be me or something—just fuck off and find someone else’s girl to hang all over.”

drew stiffened, and he immediately let go of you as his hands drew into fists, “excuse me? who the fuck do you think you are?”

• you eventually ended up pulling grayson away, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead with rage and tears of frustrating brewing. he was drunk, he was hurt and he was pissed.

“gray, what’s your problem? you’re the one who was flirting with someone else in the first place but as soon as i do it, you act like i fucked the whole frat. stop being such a goddamn brat.”


“i’m the brat?! i’m the brat? i’m the one who’s been trying to apologize to you the whole damn night and you’ve been out talking to other dudes. christ, whos the hypocrite now? two wrongs don’t make a right.”

you rolled your eyes so hard you could only see the white or your eyes for a brief second.

“oh shut the fuck up, because you’re so angelic. i’m not in the wrong here—you are. now either commit or don’t grayson but i’m sick of playing games.”

“commit? why the fuck would i wanna commit to you when all you do is bitch at me and run around with my frat brothers? christ, you’re exhausting.” your mouth fell open as your stomach dropped. he didn’t want to commit anymore? you’d taken this too far, you should’ve shut your mouth when you had the chance. but at the same time, did you really deserve to be treated like this?

“i’m done. call me when you grow the fuck up, grayson.” you turned on your heel, and that was when impulse took over his body. he pulled you towards him and kissed you hard. almost like a magnet, your hands were immediately drawn into his hair, your mouth granting his tongue access. grayson’s hands we’re wrapped around your waist as his fingers traced lines that burned your torso up and down, his touch making your hairs stand on end.

you broke apart, out of breath and pupils dilated. “i’m done—just wanna be yours, y/n. i’m sorry—i know you’re not gonna believe me, but watching you with someone else tonight hurt. hurt so bad.” grayson took a deep breath to steady himself, and you placed your hands on his chest reassuringly. “i’m insecure, alright? shit, you’re stunning, and funny, and charismatic and so fucking smart and i could never hold a candle to you. when i didn’t get your text, i freaked out—i thought you’d changed your mind and i wanted to get my mind off you.” grayson’s gaze diverted to the floor, the emotions he was unleashing almost pouring out of his eyes. “i wanna be exclusive. i wanna be exclusive so bad, but i’m fucking scared. i know you’re too good for me and it’s terrifying, i feel so much for you it scares me.”

“really? me?” grayson nodded, his eyes slowly picking up from the floor.

“grayson, i am not too good for you, holy shit. but we gotta stop these games, it’s so stupid and i can’t keep doing it. you crush my heart when you fuck around with other girls,” you admitted honestly, biting your nail nervously at his response.

grayson nodded sadly, acknowledging his mistakes. “i know—and i’m so fucking sorry. so, so sorry. i’ll spend the rest of the night and this week, this month, hell, this year making it up to you. i can’t let you go.”

mirroring his actions, you nodded, “well, we can be exclusive, but on one condition.”

“anything.”

“you take me upstairs right now and show me just how sorry you are,” you purred, hand slithering down his chest.

grayson’s face lit up with a smirk, as he leaned over to murmur in your ear, “can’t wait to get you in my bed, gorgeous. you better scram like a good girl, so everybody in this party knows you’re fuckin’ mine, and nobody else’s.”

a shiver ran up your spine as you nodded, and grayson grinned, turning to lead you two to the stairs, his hand squeezing your ass every so often as you two climbed up towards a night full of apologies, intimacy, and love marks.

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT. AU) pt.2

02: Pledge

Summary: Getting to know her Kappa sisters, Y/N is silently suffering as the world around her changes, unaware of two brothers who are preparing to enter a race of a lifetime - a race to win her heart.

Warnings: angst

Word count: 2500

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST  

Thank you for being in the story: @graysons-thumb as Perry, @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara Howell, and @mutuallynotmutualas Alyssa!

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Late night cravings {G.D}

Summary: Y/N is heavily pregnant and really just wants cookies and cream ice cream, okay?

A/N: hello, I’m Caitlin! I’m Not new to writing but am new to writing for the Dolan twins. This is just a sweet little imagine idea I had.. I’m nervous to post, any feedback would be appreciated! And I’ll be taking requests if anybody likes my writing enough to shoot some my way 💜

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You were wide awake again, eyes staring at the ceiling that was only faintly illuminated by the soft glow of the moon that seeped through bedroom curtains, letting you know it was way too early to be restless and hungry. You tried to ignore it, but the growl of your stomach was persistent and unrelenting, as it usually was nowadays. You sighed as you looked over to your alarm clock that was perched up on your nightstand, moving your hand to cradle your 7 month bump when you read 3:36 a.m. it wasn’t your fault you were up; if the baby hadn’t kicked you right in the rib you’d still be asleep, blissfully unaware of your craving.

Grayson slept ignorantly unaware next to you, laying flat on his back, hand behind his head, his lips parted just the slighted bit. You rolled your eyes, it wasn’t fair that he could sleep in any position he pleased, while your bump had mostly limited you to sleeping on your right side, and often times even that was uncomfortable. You tried really hard not to wake him up to complain, tried really hard just to go back to sleep, but then your stomach growled again and you thought fuck it, he’s the reason you had an eggplant sized baby inside of you that seemed to have no mercy on your sleeping schedule.

“Gray,” you tapped him, but he only slightly stirred.

You tried again, this time in a whine, “baby…” Still nothing.

“Grayson!” You shouted, probably too loudly and selfishly, considering he had been dead asleep. His arm shot up, followed by his body, eyes wide as he serched your face as best he could in the darkness. “What? What?! What’s wrong?”

“Your daughter woke me up and now we want ice cream,” you said, pouting out your bottom lip that had become fuller as you reached your third trimester.

Grayson sighed, flopping back down onto his back like a bag of rocks. His hand reached for your swollen belly, instantly moving under your shirt to grasp the underside of the ever growing bump. He closed his eyes again, snuggling into his pillow and tugging your towards him, “there’s ice cream in the fridge, momma.”

“No there isn’t… I ate it all after dinner.”

Your husbands eyes fluttered back open, eyebrows unmistakably furrowing even in the darkness. “I just bought that tub two days ago.”

You gasped, half mockingly and half embarrassed at yourself for the eating hadits you had adopted over the course of your pregnancy. “Don’t judge me when I’m seven months into carrying your kid.”

Grayson only chuckled, turning onto his side seemingly drifting back to sleep. You probably should have left it, tried to go back to sleep too; you both had to be up early for a doctors appointment and then work. But damnit, you wanted that ice cream so bad it almost hurt.

You bit your lip, turning to your side so you could litter your husbands necks with soft kisses. When he let out a small groan, you spoke again, thinking you had him right where you wanted him, “Walmart is twenty four now.. can you go get us cookies and cream?”

“Y/N, I’ll get you whatever you want in the morning.”

“Fine, then I’ll drag my big bump and swollen ankles to Walmart by myself at four in the morning.” That sure got his attention; he grabbed you by the hip as you went to ungracefully swing your legs out of the bed.

“You really want it that bad?”

“Yes, we really do.”

“Fine.” Works every time. You smiled to yourself before placing a chaste kiss to his plump lips.

“You’re the best husband in the whole wooooorld,” there was exaggeration to it, but in your heart you knew it to be true. He was always so caring, considerate and actively striving to be the best man he could be. That all only increased by tenfold when you told him you were pregnant by putting together a scavenger hunt that lead to a handful of positive tests on the very outlook he’d asked you to marry him on. Ethan always teased him about being whipped, but to see him now was something else entirely. Once the words pregnant left your mouth the man would put your socks on for you if you asked, even when you were only nine weeks along and had no bump to show for it. He was obsessed with your pregnant body and more protective than you knew was possible.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m only doing this because you’re starting to waddle now.”

You laughed, kicking him lightly in the back as he climbed out of bed. “Ha, ha, so funny! If you don’t stop making fun of me this is the only child you’re gonna get.”

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thirty minutes later you were waddling with too much pep in your step down the hall, once you had heard the unmistakable sound of Grayson’s car pulling up into the drive. You met him in the kitchen, instantly approaching him with grabby hands, snatching the plastic bag from his grip. He beamed at the excitement on your face, and knew that the 4am ice cream haul had been well worth it just to see you look so happy.

“I see how it is. Right for the ice cream, not even a kiss or anything.” Grayson threw his hands up in exaggeration, before settling himself against the marble island to watch as you tore through the bag.

He was just about to mumble something about going to bed, but before he could you were interrupting him, “what the hell is this?”

You had pulled out the ice cream one by one. There was an impressive array of flavors; pistachio, red velvet, mint chocolate, rocky road, but absolutely no cookies and cream.

“Oh, they didn’t have any of what you asked for, so I just grabbed a bunch of different flavors.” Grayson smiled, obviously proud of himself.

“How do they not have cookies and cream, it’s Walmart?..”

“I don’t know, maybe I just didn’t see it.”

What Grayson had failed to catch onto was the emotion laced in your voice, how your bottom lip started to wobble and your eyes brimmed with tears. You knew it was stupid, knew it was irrational, but the fact that there wasn’t the flavor of ice cream you craved sat in front of you ready to be devoured had you absolutely heartbroken. All the other flavors made your stomach churn and you were revolted at the sound of them.

You sniffled and that’s when Grayson grabbed you by the arm and spun you around to look at him. His face was scrunched up with worry, his hand moving down to wipe away at your wet cheeks. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” He asked, soothing his hands up and down your bare arms.

“Everything!” You yelled. “I can’t sleep, I’m always hungry, I miss sleeping on my stomach! And most importantly, now I have all this ice cream but none of it is cookies and cream, and I just really wanted cookies and cream, Grayson!”

Grayson was mortified, jaw left hanging as he stumbled for what to say. If he had known this would make you this upset he would have gone to a different store. He would of gone to a hundred different stores. “Okay, okay,” he soothed. “I’ll go to a different store, yeah? I’ll get it for you, don’t cry, please.”

You groaned, moving away from his grasp and starting back for your shared bedroom. “Just forget it,” you called back to him.

You went back to bed, flopping onto your back and sobbed. Sobbed because you weren’t eating ice cream and sobbed because you felt ridiculous for sobbing over it. Your husband didn’t follow you back into the room, probably running for the hills at your extreme reaction.

-

Somehow you feel asleep between sniffles and hiccuping, only waking up when you heard Grayson creep back into the room, tub of cookies and cream and spoon in hand.

He handed it over to you and you grabbed it, wiping at your red face that had been dried by your pillow. Between sniffles you opened it and shoved some into your mouth, groaning at the sweet taste. “I’m sorry.. for crying and being crazy. And making you go to two stores. I hope our baby doesn’t end up with my brain.”

Grayson only shushed you, moving his hand to rub soothingly over your bump yet again. And yet again, for probably the millionth time since you first met him, you felt you didn’t desvere him.

“You’re pregnant, babe. This is all normal… all the books say so, even the doctor, remember?”

You nodded, but it still didn’t feel good to be so out of control of your emotions, especially when everything was changing.

“Cameron’s husband told me one time she cried because he wouldn’t let her dip pickes in butter when she was pregnant.”

You wheezed out a laugh, all but spitting your ice cream out at the imagine of your sister in law, hand falling to your stomach because the sudden movement had the baby moving again. That sure made you feel better, to know this wasn’t only happening to you. And at least you could say you hadn’t craved something as disgusting as butter and pickles. And it made you feel even better how Grayson dipped his head to your stomach to kiss at it, once he caught wind that the baby was active. “You’re making momma crazy, huh? It’s okay, we still love her anyway.”

You set your ice cream aside so you could run your hand through Grayson’s hair, smiling as your baby girl reacted even more to her daddy’s voice, kicking hard enough to make your belly contort slightly. “She loves your voice, Gray.. If you keep talking she’ll be up the rest of the night.” You giggled, not really minding in the slightest if it meant you got to watch him coo at your tummy for a while longer.

You feel asleep to those soft coos, perfectly content because you knew all the crying and pain and cravings would be worth it when you got to see your baby girl in the arms of her loving father.

And when you woke up you were met with another large bowl of cookies and cream, sat next to a note that said ‘can’t have you crying over this stuff again. Love you. Thank you for taking care of our girl. - Gray’

Safety First

Originally posted by dolantwinsappreciation


A/N: I suck at titles, summaries, and writing as a whole, but here’s this unedited piece of…something. Thanks for the request, love!

Warning(s): None :)

Words: 1,351

Summary: Y/N tended to worry about the ones she loved…a lot. Usually, it was endearing. This time, however, her tendencies are the reason for a not so pleasant argument between herself and her boyfriend, Ethan. Can they move past it?

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Know-it-all : G.D. (Sneak peak)

“Always the dreamer, aren’t ya?” Emma knew her the best; how loquacious and sassy she became once comfortable with someone.

All eyes are now on Y/N and her blushing cheeks.

Going for a small amount of wit, she shrugged. “Figured you would be too, given that those three have only been talking about YouTube as if there aren’t two confused college students sitting at the same table.”

Emma, Ethan and Grayson stopped to look at each other, Grayson arching his eyebrow. She couldn’t tell if it was out of offense or surprise. Oh god, Y/N thought, did I go too far with that one?

Right before Y/N could apologize, the quarter started chuckling. Emma’s chuckle turned into a laugh, Ethan shook his head as a grin formed on his face and Grayson remained surprised, chest moving from the soft laughs escaping him.

After a couple of seconds, Grayson was the first to respond. “First, we find out that you actually can speak, and then that you’ve got an attitude?”

Y/N’s blush darkened as she tried to find something else to say. Something about his tone of voice made her want to melt onto the floor. She felt flutters in her stomach, figuring it was the butterflies. Damn crushes to hell, she thought.

But she already opened her mouth. There was no going back now. Fuck it.

Lifting her chin from her palm, she leaned back in her seat, intertwining her fingers together and resting them on the table (which she absolutely did not learn from reading an article online titled ‘Appearing Calm When the Attention is on You’).

Y/N cleared her throat tried to rid herself of her deer-in-headlights look. “I also find joy in leaving the forthcoming speechless and you haven’t stopped talking all night. Anything else that you want to know about me?”  

A/N : This little… thing (I’m not too sure how long it’s going to be just yet) was inspired by @milliondollardolan ‘s writing, so thank you to her for being awesome! 

reputation part two



“Here’s to y/n, New York’s new Carrie Bradshaw!”
“To y/n!” the three young women chorus, clinking their frosted glasses together. Y/n flushes and bows her head graciously, mumbling a thank you to her friends. They sip on their cocktails, humming in delight at the syrupy sweetness.
“Let’s be honest, I’m not quite Carrie,” she laughs.
“No! You’re a proper journalist, a fully-fledged writing powerhouse!” Lily, her oldest and closest friend cheers, placing a palm on y/n’s bare shoulder and giving it a slight shake.
“Totally! I’m so proud of you,” says Charlotte, her grin dazzling.
“As am I,” Diana chimes in, “I keep telling everyone I meet that I’m friends with the y/n y/l/n!”

The bar they’ve chosen for their celebratory drinks is one of the fanciest in town. Lily had reserved them a booth at Delevigne’s as soon as y/n had called to let her know that the article is now LIFE Magazine’s most read. Y/n couldn’t quite believe it then and she’s having a little trouble comprehending it now. Her last-minute waffle about the award-winning manipulator that is Ethan Dolan is the magazine’s most famous article. 26 million reads within the first twenty-four hours of publication, including online readers of course. It’s astounding, unfathomable and the figures have only climbed, it’s been a week since it hit the press and it seems to be getting more popular by the second.
It makes her wonder if the response would be the same if they’d printed her original piece. The world does love a scandal, anything juicy and shocking is bound to attract some attention. New York doesn’t seem to like praise, as far as she’s concerned, but this is definitely an exception.

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Αιώνια αγάπη (AU) pt.1

01: First day mistakes

Summary: Getting a chance to pledge for her mother’s old sorority, Y/N is completely unaware of the turmoil that await ahead. Once she meets the handsome Dolan twins, she finds herself making the mistake of liking them.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language

Word count: ~ 4000

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST  

Thank you for being in the story: @graysons-thumb as Perry, @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara Howell. 

Also a big shout out to my girl Yashi for being a beta reader on this! @godlydolans.

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Frustration

Originally posted by tuesdaygirl8055

A/N: There’s no plot, I just needed an outlet to let my frustrations out and what better way than to write? I didn’t edit and there’s really no point to this lmao. Also, I made up a word because it fit and I think I’m Shakespeare. Hecticity: the quality of being hectic.

Summary: After a particularly bad day at work, Y/N wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with her boyfriend and de-stress. However, things don’t exactly go as planned and her day seemingly gets worse. Can she catch a break?

Warnings: Language. Minor angst or just severe complaining lol.

Words: 1,476

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reputation

Y/n writes something that Ethan doesn’t like

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“This is preposterous! Totally and utterly absurd! It’s almost laughable!”
“Mr Dolan, I’m terribly sorry-”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Howard! This is my entire reputation we’re talking about here. This is slander!”
“Again, Mr Dolan, if there’s anything I can do-”
“Don’t publish the damn article, Howard!”

Ethan Dolan slams a tight fist onto the desk in front of him before pushing himself out of the worn leather chair. He grunts in frustration when his eyes meet his brother’s, sending him a look of warning. Rage pulses through him; he feels his forehead pound with stress. Ethan likes to think he’s untouchable, but this article might just be his downfall.

“I’m afraid, Mr Dolan, that the decision of whether or not the article should be published lies in the hands of its author,” Howard Benson, editor in chief of LIFE Magazine says calmly.
Ethan takes a deep breath and walks past his brother towards the floor length window of the office, his eyes scanning the skyscrapers and seemingly tiny reflective pieces of glass. He chuckles in incredulity, knowing that if push comes to shove he could end the publication entirely. But he doesn’t want to destroy them just yet.
“Forgive me, Howard, but aren’t you in charge of the final draft of the magazine? Surely this is all under your control?”
“I wish I could do something about it, Mr Dolan. LIFE Magazine puts all responsibility in the hands of our journalists, that’s what makes us so unique.”

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Dumb Luck (Grayson Dolan AU)

Dumb Luck - Part One

Description: Your first day with your hired escort, Grayson Dolan. He was nothing like you expected him to be, but neither were you. Could this last minute decision to hire an escort to be your date be something that was written into your destiny?

Author’s note: sorry this took longer than expected, but here it is and I hope it doesn’t disappoint. No smut in this part, but don’t fear. It will come. Shout out to @erosdolan for making this gif and for being such a good judy. She helps keep me inspired and I am so lucky to have met her. Around 6500 words.

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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST

Αιώνια αγάπη ~ Eternal love

Summary: Banned from Mount Olympus for the sins committed against mankind, Apollo (Grayson) and Hermes (Ethan) are forced to walk the Earth among humans. Their immortality weighs them down as their sins haunt them, atonement seemingly out of grasp. After centuries of losing and trying again, descendants of the old gods have all but perished. Only one remains and as luck would have it, she’s going to find them before they find her.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, talk about death and violence, bullying, drinking, might imply smut

00: Prologue

01: First day mistakes

02: Pledge

03: To be tested

04: Fraternizing with the enemy

05: Ashes to ashes

06: In art we trust

07: Staying is harder than leaving

08: Legacy

09: Double trouble

10: Hecate

They have the best aesthetic

please please please link me to your fav BTS, Dolan Twins, SPN, GoT, and Avengers fanfics...

i won’t be doing much with anyone throughout this month because i get really anxious and nervous regarding personal things, so if ya’ll could link me to your favorite writers of the aforementioned fandoms, or more specifically, your favorite fics; i’d greatly appreciate it!!! 
i’ll also be following blogs belonging to the aforementioned fandoms! so follow/like/reblog and i’ll check your blog out <3 

Spill (Hot-Coffee Edition) - e.d.

Summary: While Ethan loves you with every fiber of his being, he’s not perfect. And you’re not perfect either, especially when it comes to spilling liquids in his Jeep. It’s not the nicest moment in your relationship. 

A/N: Here it is! The long awaited angsty-version of Spill! It’s not required for you to read Spill, since it’s pretty much the same only with some changes affected by the coffee being hot rather than cold. But, if you wanna read the OG Spill, it’s right here. Let me know what you think! Love ya! 

Originally posted by erosdolan

Here’s the reality when it comes to being in a relationship and the shit that goes through your mind when you’re in love: it’s not always amazing.  

In fact, there are several times where you need to remind yourself that you do, in fact, love the other person, and that the love you have for them is unconditional. Too many times, you’ll find yourself repeating the mantra in your head, trying to focus on their more positive qualities: like their smile, their laugh, the way their hands fit in yours, how they take care of you when you’re not feeling your best. Shit like that. Shit that’ll make the red fade from your vision and that’ll remind you that you’re in it for the long haul, because you love their negatives more than their positives. Pushing through the hate to the love.  

You gotta remind yourself of that.  

Which is exactly what you and Ethan are both trying so fucking hard to focus on right now.  

See here’s the thing: Ethan’s list of things he loves more than anything in the world is pretty short. It’s pretty much you, gray, his mom… and his Jeep. The dude loves his Jeep. He worked hard for it, got it customized just for him, it’s like his baby. And he’s so annoying about it.

But, he loves you. And he’s whipped for his girl, more so than for his Jeep, so when you’re on the way home after some early morning meetings and you’re begging him for a Starbucks stop, it only takes a little bit of arguing for him to finally give in. He just has one single request, that comes off as a threat. 

“Y/N I swear, if you spill—"  

"I won’t spill, E, fuck.” You giggle, already bouncing as you see the Starbucks coming up on the road, already buzzing for the warmth of your white mocha.  

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Two Broken Hearts Part 9 {g.d}

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 // Masterlist

“I’m sorry.”

As much as you’ve been waiting to hear those words come out of his mouth for months now, you saw nothing but disgust and hatred. Except that was a lie, you could never hate him. Even though he hurt you, your heart could never hate him.

You stared at him with your jaw clenched trying so hard not to break down in front of him. You noticed he had been crying too. His eyes were red and puffy just like yours, but the sparkle never left. But you couldn’t stand there anymore looking at the boy who hurt you over and over again.

So you closed the door before he could say anything else no matter how much it pained you. You backed away from the door as the sound of Grayson knocking filled your quiet house once again. Immediately, you started crying again, just wishing you could somehow make this all go away. 

Through the wooden door you could hear his muffled voice say, “Y/N please just open the door. I- C-Can we just talk? Please…”

You brought a hand to your mouth trying to hide your sob, but failed. 

Grayson rested his forehead against the closed door beside his fists, letting the tears run down his face, hoping you were still on the other side. “Bubs… I know you don’t want to talk to me right now but j-just please open the door… I-I never meant to hurt you.” He begged.

The second you heard the nickname Grayson called you so many times before, you couldn’t help but to feel a bit of relief and happiness. But something told you to open the door, so you did and allowed Grayson to walk inside.

As you walked away from him, Grayson noticed faint bruising of handprints on your arms, guilt rushing through him. He reached for you, but you flinched at his touch, breaking a bit of his heart, “D-Did he do that to you? Did he hurt you?” 

“Not as much as you hurt me.” You said with a quiet voice but Grayson could hear you clearly. He never meant to hurt you. He wished he never did.

“I’m sorry…” Grayson said with his head hung low.

“You already said that.” You said snapping at him.

“I know. I know. And I know that me being here isn’t going to make you forgive me bu-”

“Then leave.” You said coldly. You didn’t have time to play these games anymore. You were tired of getting hurt.

“I’m not going to leave until we talk.” He said stepping towards you, only to make you take one step back.

“Can’t you see that I don’t want to talk to you?! All you’re going to do is treat me like shit! Why don’t you run back to that pretty little girlfriend of yours?!” You yelled at him.

“We were never together! And I said I was sorry!”

“Bullshit! You say that you are but you’re not! I know you’re not!” You managed to say through your sobs.

“How would you even kn-”

“Because you lied to me!” You stepped towards him, beginning to push his chest. “You lied and said you would always be there for me! But you lied! Words don’t mean shit if they’re just lies coming out of your mouth.”

You pushed his chest with all of your strength, even though he barely budged as he said, “Y/N I k-”

“You said you would always be there for me! But where were you?! Where were you when I called!? Where were you when I needed you!?” You yelled as tears fell endlessly down your face, still trying to push Grayson.

“If you wou-”

“Where were you when I was trying to call you because I was so scared and needed you to be there for me?!” You pounded against his chest, continuing to cry your eyes out.

Grayson quickly grabbed your arms and pulled you into his chest tightly. Again, you flinched at his touch, Grayson’s heart breaking once again that you would think he would lay a finger on you when all he wanted to do was somehow make things better. You continued to pound against his chest with everything you had while screaming, “Where were you? Where were you when I needed you? You said you would always be there for me!”

Your legs began to feel weak as your fists no longer pounded against Grayson’s chest. Your sobs filled the quiet room as you both fell to the ground in each other’s arms. Grayson held you as tightly as he could while his own tears streamed down his face and whispering in your ear, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You could hear his calming heartbeat muffled underneath his clothes as you cried silently. “I needed you and you weren’t there for me…” You said with a broken voice. And Grayson knew that. He hated himself for not picking up the phone. He hated himself for not being there to protect you. “You left me all alone…”

Grayson hated seeing you like this. He hated himself for being the one to hurt you when he swore to himself that he would be the one to always care for you. He placed his chin on top of your head and said, “I know. I know bubs. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You continued to cry into his chest for what had felt like hours. Eventually your aching body grew tired enough to cry yourself to sleep as Grayson continued to hold you in his arms. He took you to your room and laid you gently on the bed, not wanting to wake you up. 

But the thing was that Grayson never left. He sat at the edge of your bed staring at your tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. Grayson hated himself for doing this to you. That he was the one behind all of your tears. He hated hurting you. Tears began to fall down his own face once again as he continued to think about what a fool he had been. He never meant for this to happen, it was the last thing he wanted. 

How could I do this to her? How could I hurt her? The only person who’s been able to help me during my lowest points. The only person who cared when I was pissed off at Ethan for doing some dumb shit. The only person who would never hurt me. 

Ugh why wasn’t I there to help her when she needed me? Why was I being such an asshole not to pick up the phone? What if Ethan never answered? What if something worse happened? Gosh I don’t know what i would do…

She means everything to me. I can’t lose her, especially not like this. Every smile and laugh was all because of her. She brings in so much light into my life I never realized until now and she doesn’t even know it. She doesn’t know that every time she sat next to me all I wanted to do was hold her. She doesn’t know that I never want to spend one more second without her. She doesn’t know that she’s the one.

Grayson snapped back into reality when he noticed you were starting to wake up. Your eyes immediately connected with his as you noticed how much he seemed to beat himself up for this. You hated seeing him like this, but right now you didn’t want to see him anymore.

You sat up and looked away before you said, “Please leave.”

Grayson’s ears immediately perked up at your words making him stand up. “Y/N please…”

“Grayson. I think it’s best if you just go.” You said still not meeting his eyes.

“Bubs I’m not going to lea-” Grayson said trying to stand his ground.

“Stop calling me that.” You said sternly through your gritted teeth.

“W-What?” 

“I said stop calling me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

Grayson took the tone of your voice as a warning that he should stop. He didn’t want to get you more upset than you already were so he did as you wished, “Y/N… All I’m trying to do is fix this.”

“It’s a little late, don’t you think?”

“If you would ju-”

“There’s nothing to fix Grayson!  You even said yourself that there was nothing between us! So stop trying to fix something that was never there! And I don’t think I can forgive you…” You said as your voice broke, finally meeting your glossy eyes with his.

You could tell what you had just said broke his heart and you wish you never looked at him because now that will stick with you forever. You felt the pain in your heart dig itself a bigger hole. You hated saying those words to him but you had to.

“Y/N…”

“Grayson just go!” You raised your voice at him as tears threatened to spill from your eyes once more. Please don’t go… I really don’t want you to go. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m begging you please don’t go.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the door saying, “Fine if that’s what you want…” and closed the door behind him. As you watched him walk to his car through your window, you couldn’t help but to feel the tears slip down your face once again. You didn’t want him to go, but you were just so afraid of getting hurt again. Your brain was telling you one thing and your heart was telling you another and that was not to let him go. But you did anyways, even though doing this hurt you more than he ever could.

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