why we don’t go lingerie shopping (E.D)

You looked at yourself, your curves being hugged by the lacey red lingerie. It was a two piece set, nothing too complicated, but it was special. Because HE chose it for you.

God what had you gotten yourself into. You turned from side to side, you would’ve never even gone into this store on your own. But his damn eyes. Always getting you and him into trouble. “Baaaaabe, I’m gettin cold out here,” he groaned from outside of the changing room. You immediately rolled your eyes, walking out to him, “Ethan I am only in here for you. Not the other way around, don’t get it twisted boy-“

You stopped mid-sentence, when you looked back up at him to find his jaw dropped, eyes slack. You cocked your head, “E?” You waved your hand in his face, but his gaze was locked on your body. You could swear his eyes turned 10 times darker by the second. You walked closer until you were just hovering above his lap, brushing his brown locks through your fingers, just how he likes it. “Babe. S-stop,” he whispered huskily, looking up at the ceiling and gently pushing you away by your hips. You moaned as his fingers unintentionally brushed the already-there bruises from previous escapades.

He winced, his pants unforgiving. You say yourself down on his lap to try and soothe him. Only then did you realize the problem. “O-oh,” You faltered, almost taken aback by how big he had grown in such little time. He growled, now that you were on him, you were NOT getting off until he was done with you. He got up and out of habit, you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you back into the dressing room. He gave you a harsh push into the wall, knocking the breath out of you, momentarily letting him decorate your neck with more marks. He knew this got you into trouble, but that was the beauty of this relationship. “Ethan Dolan, you are going to be the end of me. This is why we don’t go lingerie shopping.”

IM SORRY IF I SCARED ANYONE

but i am a VERY impulsive person. my life was just shit, and i was trying to run this blog for other people and not myself. i was being mean to myself in my personal life and it was running into all other parts of my life. it sucked and i thought the best thing to do was pull the plug. on everything.

but i really sat down and thought of everyone else. and then myself. so here I am, it’s gonna take a while but i will be okay. i am active on here, so please message me if you ever feel this way💞

im not gonna be able to write anytime soon, so here’s a list of my faves you can read in the meantime :)

@spiffydolan @rockstardolan @castledolan @imaginethedolans @dolandrabbles @thiccethan @somemellifluouswords @heartbreakdolan

caught in a....sticky situation (G.D)

His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second. Your moans could be heard down the street and the profanities streaming out of his mouth would’ve alarmed the neighbors in any other context. You were just a huge knot of balled up pleasure, so lost in each other you hadn’t heard a car park. Or the front door unlock.

His face was dripping sweat, mouth slightly hanging, jaw slack, eyes contorted; you could tell he was just as close as you were. Both of you were on your very last moans when your door busted open and your parents’ voices chimed in enthusiastically. “Hey, Y/N! We -“

Grayson immediately laid on top of you to cover you, being the gentleman he was. “Uhh, h-h-hi Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N”, he shakily greeted. You didn’t even want to look at your parents’ faces so you put your hands over your eyes and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Your parents were at a loss, they looked like deer in headlights. They stopped in the middle of their sentence, their mouths just kind of hanging open in surprise. God, this was so awkward, if someone didn’t do something soon you would implode. Thankfully your dad made the next move, turning your mom and himself around to not have to look at the scene in front of them. “Both of you. Get dressed and come downstairs immediately,” he said in such an angry tone that surprised and scared all of you. With that, they retreated back out of the doorway.

“Oh my god,” Grayson mumbled into your neck as he dropped his head. “We’re so fucked,” you giggled, finding it adorable how he was so scared. He lifted his head at his favorite sound and gently smirked. “We were, weren't we?” he said slyly before hiding his face in your boobs when he saw your raised hand. “Mmm..” he hummed, satisfied with this position. “Mmmmm..” you hummed back, forgetting about all else as your hands found their way to his hair. He lifted his head and winked at you, making your heart flutter, before moving up to give you a chaste kiss and pushing himself off the bed to get dressed.

It suddenly hit you. Your parents just saw...you and your boyfriend….they caught you….having sex. This was horrible. Oh my god this was bad. You were still distracted with Grayson on top of you, still in the dream-like state you were always in when you’re with him. But his warmth was gone now, and the cold truth was the only thing surrounding you. You pulled the covers up over your head. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. You kept repeating it in your head so hard you must have began saying it out loud because Grayson walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. He pulled the covers down to reveal your face, but you still had your eyes shut tight, trying desperately to wake up from this embarrassing nightmare.

You kept your eyes shut as he pulled you up by your arms until you were sitting upright. “I just met my girlfriend’s parents while I was on top of her,” he said softly, trying to comfort you. You kept your eyes closed, holding onto the hope that this wasn’t real but groaned in response. You felt the bed get lighter and a second later you felt him pulling his hoodie over your head. Once he pulled it down off of your face, he kept his hands on the collar and gave you a sweet kiss. You finally opened your eyes, needing to see his dreamy hazels. He immediately smiled with his whole face, “Always gets you.” You smiled and rolled your eyes as he gave you another kiss. He stayed close this time to whisper, “But seriously, we’re in this together, I’m right here with you.”

He stood up straight and held out his hand for you to join him. You swung your legs off the bed and pulled his sweatshirt down so it fit as a dress before grabbing his hand. “Time to meet the parents,” you sighed as you squeezed his hand. You made your way down the stairs until you reached the bottom and saw the back of your parents’ heads waiting patiently on the couch in the living room.

Grayson immediately let go of your hand at the sight of them. You both let out a nervous breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Together,” you whispered under your breath. He looked over to you and gave you your favorite smile of his before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to the couch in front of your parents.

Your parents’ moved their gaze up at both of you then dropped it to your intertwined hands. Grayson immediately let go and placed his own in his lap, scooting over to the farthest side of the couch from you. You dropped your eyes down to your now-empty and cold hands. You stole a glance Grayson’s way and just as you predicted, he had done the same. Suddenly, he spoke up, “I-am-so-sorry-I-mean-no-disrepect-to-you-or-your-household-or-your-daughter…” he said the words so quickly you weren’t sure if he was actually saying real words. He trailed off before he could finish when he saw your father’s raised hand signaling him to be quiet.

“Now look, I don’t know your name or your intentions with my daughter. Now that was a very...compromising first impression but you don’t seem horrible. I’ll give you a second chance but you are never allowed into her room again. Neither are you allowed here if I and her mother aren’t,” he finished, Grayson shrinking into the couch more and more with each word. Until he heard ’second chance’.

He perked up instantly, sitting up straight, and putting on his dazzling smile, now full of confidence. “Yes sir, thank you.” You were still sitting dumbfounded, your father would never do this. Apparently, your mouth was hung open because Grayson scooted across the couch to grasp your chin and close it. You turned to him, seeing his hopeful child-like expression, you spoke before you could think. “We’re having dinner tonight, why don’t you join us?”

You looked from your mom to your dad, gauging their faces. “Only if you want to sweetheart,” your mother said, holding your dad’s hand. “I’d love to,” Grayson replied, smiling wider, “just let me go home and get ready.”

He stood up and shook your dad’s free hand, then moved to give your mom a quick hug. “I’ll walk you to the door,” you said, getting up behind him. “He got in just fine, he’ll be able to get out as well,” your father said flatly. “Dad,” you said sternly, silently scolding him with a glare but when you saw your mother squeeze his hand just a little tighter, you knew he would be told off in due time.

You walked in front of Grayson, taking his hand to lead him to the front door even though he was well aware of your entire house. You opened the door for him to leave but he quickly pulled you outside. He gave you a sly smirk, whisper-shouting, “oh-em-gee your parents love meee.” You laughed and took both of his hands, moving closer until you were chest to chest.

“They don’t love me yet, Y/N, what if they see us?” he whispered but held onto your hands tighter. “Grayson they saw us having sex,” he interrupted you with his pouty face you just couldn’t resist, “but fine.” You let go of his hands, knowing he wouldn’t be able to.

“Stop looking so angry,” he said, referring to your crossed arms and closed off expression. He sighed and pulled you into his chest, completely engulfing you in his warmth, giving you no choice but to look up at him and smile. ”Ahh, there's my beautiful girl, ” he grinned back, leaning down to kiss you when suddenly your dad opened the front door. You both turned your heads and Grayson immediately dropped his arms.

Your dad moved between you two, facing Grayson and towering in front of you. Grayson stood up straight and met your dad’s eye. ”You should head home and get ready. There isn't anything I hate more than untimeliness.”

”Sorry, sir I'll be on my way then, ” he said respectfully then looked around your dad at you, ”and bye Y/N.” You mouthed an i-love-you, and he gave you the subtlest smirk, knowing only you could see it.

thank you, forces

You woke up before Grayson and Ethan, the apartment, for quite possibly the first time ever, was quiet and still. You slid your way out of Grayson’s grasp, he usually would’ve woken up but he had just barely gotten back from London and TRL. God, you were so proud but you still felt sympathy towards the 17 year old. You padded lightly back across the bedroom from the door frame you were leaning on to give him a kiss on the cheek. He lightly stirred, then swatted his face and turned the other way as you giggled to yourself.    You walked out of the bedroom and into the living room to open the curtains. The sunlight beamed through the windows and the warmth made you feel light.    You went into the kitchen to make breakfast and began making pancakes. The silence soon got boring so you turned the TV on to the news for some white noise.    You were back in your own world, whisking and baking and flipping the pancakes, distracted until you noticed your sour cream boy, Ethan, creep out of his room.    “Bitch”    “Jerk,” he replied, throat clogged and groggy from sleep.    You smiled and offered him a stack of pancakes with a fork. He smiled and snatched it. He began gobbling them down at an inhumane speed, almost scared to interrupt him you said, “Want some milk to help wash it down buddy?”    He began laughing which quickly turned into coughing and then morphed into rapidly nodding, so you rushed to get the milk. You gave him the mug and watched as he chugged half of it down in big gulps. “This is exactly why I love you Y/N”    “I know,” you said chuckling. You heard heavy footsteps and saw your boyfriend walking out of the bedroom with bed-head, half-shut eyes, and mouth hanging, god what a beautiful mess, you thought to yourself. He slowly but surely made his way over to where you stood, mid-whisk, to snake his hand around your waist and tuck his head into your neck. He began giving you little love bites, which tickled and made you laugh, then squish his face between your shoulder and your cheek.    “Pancakes,” Ethan grumbled. Your head snapped back at the pancakes on the stove and sure enough, they were crispy and beginning to resemble meat patties. You tried to rush over and at least turn off the stove, but Grayson held your back flush against him. You gasped and soon forgot about the pancakes as Grayson began giving you chaste kisses all over your cheek, neck, and ears.    Ethan got up from the counter, “You guys fucking irk me.”    You and Grayson both laughed as he sat back down and put his hood back up to continue eating his pancakes. You grabbed Grayson’s chin and gave him a hard kiss, then went to continue with breakfast as he sat down on the countertop next to Ethan and began talking about plans for the week.

~

   After breakfast, Ethan waved you guys off and went back to his bedroom to rest. Meanwhile, you and Gray brushed your teeth and showered, with the intention of going to the outlet malls, not to buy anything, but to walk and reflect and enjoy each other’s company. That plan quickly fell through, as you and Gray were about a mile away from the apartment, it started raining. “How about we go to a library? Kiss behind bookshelves? Watch the pedestrians?” you asked, smiling and wiggling your eyebrows. He chuckled lightly and looked over at you briefly before nodding his head and looking back at the road.    A little after deciding which bookstore you guys were going to, Grayson took your intertwined hands and kissed yours. You smiled and he continued to look at the road, deep in thought and said, “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us.”    You teared up a little, and while you were wiping the falling tear away you said, “Goddamnit, bailey, you always hit me with the deep shit.”    “I’m serious,” he said, looking at you and wiping the tear away with his thumb before looking forward again.    “I kno-“    “I love you”    “I love you too,” you replied, smiling at him and quietly studying his features so you could remember him clearly the next time he was away.

~

   You got to the library, and it had its own Starbucks(which of course Grayson demanded in his best valley girl voice) and scattered college kids everywhere, hunched over their computers. You both got pumpkin spice lattes and began wandering around.    “How about a little competition?” he said with that devious smile you know to hate but have grown to love. “Gray this is not the warehouse,” you sighed, exasperated and eyeing him warily. “What? No, I was thinking, how about we choose books for each other and whoever chooses the worst one has to nurse Ethan back to health?”    This usually being your job, you were absolutely ecstatic. “Meet back in 10?” you replied. “You take this side, this one’s mine,” he said, minutely nodding and pointing to opposite sides of the library with both hands. You wore your own devious smile as you gave him a double purple nurple and ran off to hide behind the towering bookshelves on your side. You peeked back from your spot and saw people looking up from their books and computers at Gray, who was rubbing his nipples, mouthing ‘ow’. The scene knocked you off your feet, going back behind the bookshelf, slipping down until you were on the floor, laughing so hard you thought you would pass out. After calming down a bit, you got up and wiped off the tears, now feeling bad and vowing to make it up to him. But for now, you were off to find a piece of literature for your boyfriend.

~

   You were circling around bookshelves, patiently waiting for something to catch your eye. You were walking down a row of books when one got shoved down from the other side. You picked it back up and as you were moving books around, trying to find its place, the books on the other side separated to reveal a smiling Grayson Dolan. “Are you a magician? Because every time I look at you everyone else disappears,” he said with a goofy grin. “Dork,” you said between giggles. You both walked down the bookshelves until you were face to face, at the back of them, hidden from the rest of the library.    You smiled and looked down at the book in his hand, motioning for him to hand it to you. It was Paper Towns by John Green. “When I read it, I thought it was pretty great, I thought you would enjoy it too,” he said, slightly blushing and smiling shyly. You pulled him by his sweatshirt until he was close enough to put your arms under his arms and around his waist to put your chin on his chest and look up at him. He put his arms around you and looked down at you, then you slightly leaned up on your toes to give him tiny little pecks all over his cheeks and lips. “I love you, Grayson Bailey Dolan,” you whispered. He put his hands on either side of your face and leaned down to kiss you hard and passionate. You loved it when he did this, when he showed you his love rather than telling you. He dipped you, holding your waist with one hand and your face in the other. You smiled against his lips, holding his face with both hands, and took this moment in. That’s when you knew exactly what book you wanted to give to him.    You quickly pushed at his chest, whisper-yelling “gray gray gray”, until you were both standing up straight. He looked back and forth all over your body, scared he had accidentally hurt you. You assured him, “I’m fine but let me go get your book.” You quickly gave him a peck on the lips and scurried off, leaving him bewildered standing there.

~

   You came with the book you had chosen for him back to where you left him, finding him sitting down, his back against the end of the bookshelves, reading the book he had picked for you. You made your way over and he moved over, making space for you to lean against the bookshelves as well, without breaking focus from his book. Right when you sat down, he looked up and lightly tugged at the book in your hand until you let go. It was The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. “Isn’t this about a very sad kid with a very sad life? This is what you thought of in our little moment? Do you have something you need to tell me?” he said, wearing only his most drama queen face you presumed belonged to Ethan. You laughed and said, “It starts out about a very sad kid with a very sad life until he finds the right people to change his life and his perspective.”    “Hmm,” he said, turning it over to read the back. You took the book he picked for you from its place in his lap and began reading. He laid down and put his head in your lap, facing the ceiling and holding his book above his face to read. One of your hands found its way to his hair and you played with it while reading your book.

~

   After switching positions a few times, Gray got a text from Ethan(its moist and cold, come back), and upon checking his phone, he saw that several hours had passed and it was time to go home. You bought the books and a little while into the car ride back, Grayson said,“So who won?” You replied, “Well I mean, as long as we have each other, we’re always winning.”    “And you call me the cringey one,” he said, chuckling.    “Shut up Mr. ‘Are you a magician’” you shot back. “HEY! You love my pick-up lines.” You lightly squeezed his hand and said “Mmm and you love my cringey affirmations of love.” You smiled at him and he looked away from the road to give you his full, beautiful crooked smile you were oh-so-lucky to wake up next to.

~

   When you got home, Ethan was still in his bed and the apartment was silent. You and Grayson both put your books away and crept into his room. You spooned him from the back, and Grayson cuddled him from the front, facing you. Ethan woke up and groaned “You guys honestly- actually I’m too tired to question it.” And with that, his head fell limp against his pillow again. You and Grayson both laughed, and you mouthed “I love you”. He smiled and mouthed “I love you too”.    And with that, his head too fell limp just as Ethan’s had a moment before. While drifting off to sleep, you silently thanked God, or the universe, or whatever force brought these boys into your life.