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Y’all I didn’t see the VMAs but I know mi papi chulo, amor hermoso Shawn looked like a freaking full course meal holy frick que calor he looks beautiful in the pictures

Repost if you agree

And btw if anyone can send me a link where I can watch it, that would be great. Gracias

ps we’re still getting married

get the word out haha

“I had my own motives.” (Ethan)

Requested by anonymous: “can u do one where y/n and ethan are dating and theyre both heavy sleepers so ethan asks y/n to stay overnight so grayson wont be able to wake ethan up in a rude way every morning”

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“Come back to our place and hang out for a bit.” Ethan said to you as you waited for the check. You were finishing up your classes for the day and the twins had just finished editing, and you all met for lunch.

“Yeah, sure. I’m not doing anything for the rest of the day.” You said with a smile. Once the bill was paid, you and the twins went back to their house and you hung out for the rest of the day, ordering take out for dinner.

“It’s getting late, I should probably start heading home.” You said as you began gathering your things.

“No, stay the night. It’s already after dark, and I don’t want you out by yourself this late.” Ethan said, grabbing your hand and pulling you back down on the sofa next to him.

“I don’t have any clothes to sleep in.” You laughed.

“You can borrow something from me. Please? Just stay? C'mon, it’s Thursday night, and I know you don’t have any classes tomorrow.” Ethan pleaded.

“Okay, fine. I’ll stay.” You laughed, giving in to Ethan’s pouting.

“Good.” He said, kissing you. Since Grayson had already gone to bed, you and Ethan went to his room. You grabbed a t-shirt and an old pair of shorts to sleep in and climbed into bed next to Ethan, lying your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You and him lied in bed, just talking about anything and everything that came to mind.

“Oh, sorry. I must be more tired than I thought.” You said after you let out a loud yawn.

“It’s okay. You’ve had a busy week. Get some sleep.” He said, rubbing your back. Before you even got a chance to tell him good night, you’d already fallen asleep.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee under your nose.

“Morning sunshine.” Ethan said as your eyes fluttered open. You sat up in the bed and took the mug from him. “I made it just like you like it.”

“Perfect.” You said after taking a sip. “Morning.” You said, kissing him.

“Grayson’s finishing up breakfast, come join us.” He said.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You said, nodding. You got up to go to the restroom, and went out to the dining room, grabbing your coffee on your way out.

“Morning (Y/N).” Grayson said as you walked past him.

“Morning Gray.” You said as you sat down next to Ethan at the table.

“Man, you two are such heavy sleepers. I tried to wake you guys up earlier this morning but you were both knocked out.” Grayson laughed as he brought the plates to the table.

“That’s why I wanted (Y/N) to spend the night. Because I knew that you wouldn’t jump on me and throw shit at me to get me up if (Y/N) was in the bed too.” Ethan said.

“You said you wanted me to stay because you didn’t want me out late at night by myself.” You laughed.

“Well, that too. But I had my own motives.” Ethan laughed.

“Wow, I love being used.” You joked.

“No, babe, it’s not like that.” Ethan laughed. “I love having you over, I really do.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You laughed. “That’s fine, I’ll go home tonight and Grayson will return to being annoying while he wakes you up.”

“No, stay. I want you to.” Ethan whined, pulling you into his arms and peppering your face with kisses.

You finished your breakfast and spent the day with Ethan, having a lazy day and lounging around.

“E, I need to go home.” You sighed.

“What? No. Why do you need to go? I thought you said you were gonna stay.” He whined.

“Babe, calm down. If I’m gonna spend the weekend with you, I’ll need more clothes.” You laughed. You grabbed your keys off of his nightstand. “I’ll be back in like, twenty minutes.” You said, kissing Ethan before walking out of the bedroom.

Pancake. (g.d.) 🥞🥓

in which (Y/N), Grayson, and baby GiGi have breakfast. What’s for breakfast in the Dolan household? Pancake.

Pairing: Grayson DolanxReader

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFFF

much love to @boujeebailey for being the baddest biddie and for reading this and assuring me that my writing isn’t trash. also thanks so much to @rockstardolan for this concept idea.

love you both! 🤧💘

UNEDITED

(photos aren’t mine)

(pictured: Yara Shahidi)

***

“Mama!” 

Grayson smacked my arm from next to me with his eyes still closed. “She wants you.” He grunted, quickly falling back asleep. 

I stretched my tired body, wriggling out of my husband’s grasp and walking into our daughter’s Lion King themed bedroom. “Mama, mama!” she whined, standing up in her crib with her hands wrapped around the white railing. 

“Good morning, pretty girl!” I cooed to her, scooping her up in my arms and cradling her to me and kissing her chubby cheeks. 

“Hi, mama.” she grinned happily.

“Hi, baby.” I kissed her forehead. “How are you today?”

“Good.” she mumbled, resting her head on my shoulder. “Wanna see Daddy.” 

“You wanna see Daddy?” she nodded against me as we walked back into my room. “Well, Daddy’s sleeping.”

“Daddy need get up.” 

I shushed her, setting her down on Grayson and I’s bed and laying back down. “You have to be quiet, G. You don’t wanna wake Daddy, do you?”

She gigged into her hand, “Yuh-huh, Mama. I wake Daddy.” She crawled across our bed over to Grayson’s sleeping figure and laid on his back while he rested on his stomach. “Daddy.” 

“What?” he grumbled without a stir.

“Get up, I wanna play.”

“Just play with Mama.”

She sat up. “Nooooooo, Daddy. Wanna play wit’ you.”

He groaned and pushed himself up, turning over with a dramatic thud. “C’mere.” He opened his arms to her and she laid her head on his bare chest. He picked her up and laid her back down on him. 

“Mama.” GiGi mumbled with heavy eyes. “Eat.”

“You ready to eat, baby?” I pushed her curly mane from her face. “What do you wanna eat?”

“Pancake.”

Grayson snickered. “That’s my girl.”

“Honey, we had pancake yesterday. You don’t want anything different today?”

“No, Mama.” she yawned. “I eat pancake.”

“Daddy, what do you think? Pancakes?” I looked to my husband. 

“Pancakes sound like a great idea. Let’s see– GiGi, chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes?”

“Burbelly.” 

He laughed then nodded. “Alright then, cookie. We’ll have “burbelly” pancakes, with bacon.”

“Okay! I gotta go potty.” she said to her dad. “Potty, Daddy, potty!”

He hopped out of bed, holding her at arms’ length and walking quickly to the bathroom. “C’mon, cookie, let’s go potty.”

“Gray,” I called into the restroom, “I’m gonna go downstairs and start breakfast. Can you wash her up?”

“Got it!”

**

“Where’s Mama?” She asked from Grayson’s grip on her ankles as he held her upside down. 

“She’s making your pancake.” The two children (one of them being my husband) entered the kitchen and immediately interrupted my few moments of silence.

It was fun while it lasted, right?

“Mama!” GiGi exclaimed as Grayson put her in her highchair. “I eat pancake now.”

I made she and Grayson’s plates, making sure to cut up her pancake in small bits so she could eat it. I set Grayson’s plate in front of him and I sat close to her highchair. “You want syrup, cookie?”

“Yes, Mama.”

I put a sea of maple syrup over her pancakes, coating as much of the pancake as I possibly could; because, as Grayson’s daughter, she’s weird

And as part of this weirdness, she won’t eat pancakes without syrup but will eat waffles dry.

I got her Dora fork and scooped up some bits of pancake on it and put it to her mouth. “Here you go, cookie.”

She ate her pancake and hummed. “Mmmmmm. It’s yummy, Mama.”

“Baby,” Grayson mumbled with a full mouth. “what do you have planned today?”

“Nothin’. What about you?” 

“Nothin’. Do you wanna take her out to p-l-a-y in the p-o-o-l?”

I chuckled as I continued to feed GiGi her pancake. “Yeah we can do that.”

“Mama,” GiGi patted my arm that rested on her highchair. “want juice “peas”, Mama.”

I elbowed Gray, making him choke a bit on his coffee. “Your turn.” I looked at him sweetly. 

“Nuh-uh! I had potty duty!” He retorted defensively. 

“And I made all of us breakfast.”

“Well, I–” I shot him a look and he paused, scooting his chair back and going to the refrigerator, taking out the apple juice and filled GiGi’s slippy cup. He set it down in front of her. “Here you go, sweetie.”

“Tanks, Daddy.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a what Ethan would be like taking your virginity blurb? Or if you’ve already done and can you link it? I couldn’t find anything. Thanks babe!

Hey love (first off you’re so polite and kind oof), I hope you’re okay with the fact I did a headcanon instead of a blurb since I’m already working on an imagine about first time sex, but I hope you like this anyways :))))

  • For your first time, I believe Ethan would do something ridiculously romantic;
  • The room would be with the main lights off but lightened with the neon lights (maybe the blue, or purple, or even a light pink, something not that lustful) just to give the room an aesthetic;
  • I believe that would be one of the only times the sex would be not rough, because he wouldn’t want to hurt you or scare you;
  • A chill vibe song would be playing in the background, maybe ‘Cause I’m A Man by Tame Impala;
  • Ethan would start kissing your lips with passion, the kind of kiss that would give you confidence;
  • I believe the sex wouldn’t be 100% vanilla, it would be romantic and gentle of course, but so intense and powerful;
  • Ethan is the type of guy that would make you feel secure, and make you feel like your souls were connecting;
  • It would be a first time sex from another world;
  • He would ask you if you were sure about it every goddamn second;
  • Like, he would act like a perfect gentleman, and treat you like a princess;
  • However I think dirty talk is something he would still do;
  • “Look at you, maybe not that innocent after all, huh?”
  • “God, you’re soaking wet, princess.”
  • He would also lowkey be impressed by your skills;
  • Verbally and physically make you feel like a sex goddess;
  • “You’re so beautiful, thank God you’re all mine.”
  • “I can’t believe I have the honor of being your first.”
  • If you look just a little bit uncomfortable he would intertwine your fingers and kiss your neck;
  • Hypying you up all the time;
  • Not actually teaching you anything because he would feel like you’re doing perfect;
  • After it ends he would take care of you like you were a crystal glass;
  • “Did I hurt you?”
  • “Are you sure it is not hurting?”
  • Then E would lay next to you and stroke your hair hoping you could fall asleep peacefully;
  • LOWKEY really proud of himself (because we know Ethan has an ego lol).

Thanks for the request!!!!

masterlist

PrettyMuch

Brandon Arreaga

Edwin Horonet

Austin Porter

Nick Mara

Zion Kuwonu

Dolan Twins

Grayson Dolan

Ethan Dolan

Why Don’t We

Corbyn Besson

Daniel Seavey

Jonah Marais

Jack Avery

Zach Herron

Other

Jack Johnson

Jack Gilinsky

Alex Aiono

Glitter (g.d)

anonymous: i’m not sure if ur taking requests but if so could you do gray with glitter by tyler, the creator? the song meaning: confession of love to his crush over phone, making him feel bright and colorful inside, like that of glitter -🌻

a / n : a lot of it kinda reminds me of peach scone because of the blabbering I made him do. also im sorry if it’s cringe at some parts or really all parts but hope you like it :) constructive criticism is appreciated!

w o r d. c o u n t : 1281

Originally posted by dolansgifsmaking

He sat on the edge of his messy bed and he stared at the time on his phone. 2:38 AM taunted him at the top of his screen as his thumb hovered over your contact.

He’d been trying to fall asleep for 2 hours, but every time he began to drift off, his mind would overflow with countless images of you. Images of you smiling, laughing, talking, literally doing anything and his heart would race. After a while, he sprung up from his bed and paced around the room, rubbing at his tired eyes.

It wasn’t necessarily a burden, but his immense feelings for you overwhelmed him every now and then and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it. He had to let you know how you made him feel.

Like a thousand fireworks going off at once right in his chest, exploding with various intricate designs and bright colors. Like those colors were the answers to every mystery in the world. Like those colors made his life equally as bright.

He anxiously tapped his foot rhythmically against the hardwood floor and bit down on his bottom lip. Were you awake? You had to be. You always were. The only thing stopping him, was wondering if you would answer.

If you did, he wouldn’t be able to get his words out correctly. No, regardless of whether you answered or not, he would be too nervous to correctly get his point across. Plus, he only had one bar.

But this seemed like a β€œnow or never” type of situation.

He took a few deep breaths before finally pressing on your contact and putting it on speaker before throwing it on his bed. Those were the slowest 15 seconds of his life. The phone seemed to ring endlessly and became more intense with each chime. The shrill noise ripping through the tense silent air while he rubbed his clammy hands on his gym shorts.

He hopped from foot to foot and fingered the stray stitches sticking out from the end of the sweater sleeve. He became more and more anxious with each ring, wondering if you had really been awake.

He started to doubt himself, not knowing if this was well thought out. He felt as if he were headed for heartbreak no matter what he did; he would hide his feelings and remain quiet while others pursued you or he would call you to be flat out rejected if you answered.

Because if you had reciprocated feelings, they would’ve been obvious since he knew you weren’t the best secret keeper.

The ringing stopped momentarily and his breath hitched. He sped towards his bed and heard your mellifluous voice through the speaker.

β€œHi! This is y/n—”

Then his voice made appearance.

β€œI mean, no shit, y/n.”

Voicemail.

β€œShut up, Gray! Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone, I’m probably watching tv or sleepingβ€”OR HAVING FUN WITH ME!β€”Gray! Anyway I’ll be sure to call y—”

The tone sounded and the smile he had was wiped away. His face went blank and he held he grabbed the phone.

β€œUhh…hi. It’s me, Grayson. I…I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to tell you now since you didn’t actuallyβ€”uhβ€”answer. But i figure this might be the only chance I don’t screw up, soβ€”I guessβ€”here goes nothing.”

He sighed and began to pace around his room once more, juggling the phone between his hands. β€œYou are great. No. You’re more than great, you’re…so amazing. And…and you’re there for me whenever I get mad or anxious and you calm me down. You’re so amazing. I uh- already said that, didn’t I?”

He laughed nervously to himself and paused to sit down on the chair in front of his desk. He licked his lips and clicked on the photo booth app on the desktop of his computer. Images of you with the weirdest filters flooded the row of pictures and he smiled to himself. β€œBefore I say more, I just wanted to say, I know we’ve been friends for a really long time and you only see me in that light. But just put yourself in my shoes just for a while.”

He pressed on a picture of you with him and Ethan. You were seated in his chair with a gushy smile and squished cheeks. The twins’ faces were smushed against both sides of your face: Grayson on your left and Ethan on your right. Your hands were on their cheeks, squishing them closer to you. The oh so famous photo booth hearts above your head.

β€œYou are one of the funniest people I know. Your sarcastic comments and jokes about our chins are so hilarious to me. But I’m not sure if it’s your joke or the fact that you’re telling it that makes me laugh. Don’t take this the wrong way, but if anybody else were to shout out any of your jokes, I wouldn’t even smile. There’s just something about you.”

He then clicked on a picture where he sneezed, you were undoubtedly laughing the hardest you possibly could, and Ethan was merely a blur due to having run out of the frame.

β€œBut I love make you smile more than anything. Because every time you smile it feels like there’s a firecracker going off in my chest, but when I’m the cause of it, they become fireworks. It’s clichΓ© and I know you don’t like that very much, but it’s true. It glitters my insides.” He laughs before standing up again and walking over to sit on his bed.

β€œWhen I have it worst though, is when you walk up to me. No doubt do I have it bad any other time, but this is where my heart first feels it and it’s just too intense. My heart starts beating faster, my tongue goes dry, and my eyes get so wide because i just can’t believe someone like you even exists, let alone talks to me. And oh god when you talk—”

He sighed and fell completely onto his messy sheets. He scoffed and lay his phone on his chest before running a hand through his hair. β€œDon’t even get me started. But as long as I’m already talking about it, I love when you talk about something you love. Your eyes light up and your smile progressively gets bigger and your voice progressively gets louder. It’s adorable, it really is. And then you ask me what I think and all I can think about is how scary it is to be this in love with someone.”

He bit his lower lip in frustration, but smiled shortly after, β€œBut it’s so beautiful at the same time. Once again like glitter. Not just any glitter though, the cool metallic kind with all those weird and fancy colors. The glitter that has shaped like hearts and stars with little sparkles. And maybe the one with the letters too. They spell out β€˜I’m so in love’ with a little exclamation point at the end. Sorry.” He laughed and moved his phone over to sit next to his head on his pillow.

β€œI know I’m getting carried away, and I most definitely know that you don’t feel the same way…and that’s fine, it really is. I just needed to let you know how I felt before I went insane. So I’ll say it again to give me some closure,” he cleared his throat, β€œI am so in l—”

The phone beeped and his head jerked to the side.

β€œWe didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection.”

β€œβ€¦fuck.”

So…. Shawn Mendes and I, we’re getting married.

He don’t know it yet but we’re getting married, don’t worry about it. Y’all are invited.

Originally posted by candyfornia

hi!

this is a side blog where i’ll be writing most of my stuff :)

i have a wattpad but at this point i never use it

i write for:

-prettymuch (woohoo) ☀️

-the dolans 🌻

-alex aiono 🌙

-wdw 💫

-jack & jack ⚡️

-and i’ll write for most requests! 🍯

im working on a masterlist but yeah should be stuff coming soon!

honeymoon gray

imagine being locked up in your villa on your honeymoon with your new husband grayson due to the wild storm outside. the whole day you spent cuddled up in each other’s arms with snacks from the previous days sprawled across the top of the bed, ready for when you both wanted something to eat. you watched some netflix and surfed through the tv channels. when there was nothing exciting left to watch you started talking about kids. a much talked about subject, pretty much since the day you had met. you were both so excited to become parents one day. gray always made your heart melt with the smile that would creep up onto his face when he was talking about how he wanted to one day take his son out camping and teach him how to be an over protective big brother to his younger sister. gray had it all planned out. a boy first and a girl second. you were both so full of love for each other and you couldn’t wait to give that love to your kids.

ultrasound ♡ ethan

  • requested: no

You and Ethan were currently at your OBGYN for your 20 week check up. You were a bit nervous since it had been a while since you had come to a doctor about your pregnancy and you haven’t really been updated on anything since you found out you were pregnant.

“So, y/n, you’re able to find out the gender today, would you like to do that?” The doctor asked as she looked over your papers before pulling out some ultrasound gel for your belly.

You and Ethan both responded with excited nods, watching in amusement as she spread the cool gel over your large pregnant tummy.

The doctor had the monitor facing her, so you couldn’t see the screen but as soon as she placed the probe on your belly, both you and Ethan heard a tiny heartbeat.

You felt happy tears start to prickle in your eyes, just from the small sound, let alone being able to see anything. The doctor hummed, writing some things down before turning the monitor with a warm smile. Once the screen was facing you, you felt your heart drop when you saw two small bodies, a wide grin slowly spreading across your face.

“Woah, why does the baby have two heads?” Ethan asked as she squinted his eyes, voice mixed with confusion and worry. You smiled, reaching for his hand with a small giggle.

The doctor laughed as she countinued to move the wand over your large belly. “There’s two heads because there’s two of them! Two boys” The doctor nodded, showing where two hearts were, four arms, 20 tiny toes.

“Babe, there’s two in there!” He exclaimed, giving your hand a squeeze before cheering happily.

You nodded, watching the screen in awe, pure happiness in your eyes. “It’s like you and Grayson Jr’s,” you joked, teary eyes still glued to the screen.

“Definitely not. More like Ethan Jr. One and Ethan Jr Two.”

a/n - hi hope you like this, it was v random! a twin having twins lmao

Broken Home (Ethan)

Warnings:Β Lots of angst & sexually explicit content.

Summary: Divorce was hard on anyone, but you were taking it a just a little bit harder than Ethan considering your position. Your paths cross again months after your divorce got finalized when your child gets hurt and she needs both of her parents by her side. What happens when you come face to face yet again with the man you were once in love with?

Word Count: 4.9k+

Note: The flashbacks are bolded and italicized.Β HappyΒ reading!

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