#dolan twins fluff

[exclusivedolan]

woah! it’s been a very long time since i’ve been on here… where’s everyone? how is everyone?

[blackterrae]

Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Princess Bride

Alice In Borderland

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Napoleon Dynamite

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

Damsel

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

The good doctor

Tiktokers: Vinnie hacker

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Cruel Intentions

Burnt

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Nicolas Galitzine

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James, PRETTYMUCH Bay, Daniel Caesar, October London, Steve Lacey, Artemas, YUNGBLUD, Andy Biersack,Eduardo Vega(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Bones

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

The Sympathizer

The Invitation

Jawbreaker

Hunger Games

Saved By the Bell

Eve (2003)

Yellowstone

Superstore

Rodrick Heffley

Tracker

Girlfriends

Grown-ish

CSI

Kingsman

Jury Duty

Scoot Pilgrim vs the world

21 Jump Street

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

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[ruewrote]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙.

PAIRING: grayson dolan x fem!reader WARNINGS: creepy guys GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: heart to heart by mac demarco WORD COUNT: 813

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you had been walking home from the club, stumbling a little in your heels, feeling the slight buzz of the alcohol that you recently consumed, but feeling more anger than anything else.

standing on the edge of the curb, rummaging around in your bag looking for your phone. cursing yourself for mindlessly tossing it in there earlier.

"hey honey! looking for a good time?" you stopped searching for it, slightly glancing up through your lashes at the older man in worn down clothes started to make his way over towards you.

his arms stretched out with a drunken smirk.

"no thank you." with that said you turned back to what you were doing previously, not realising the man had gotten even closer to you than before.

him wrapping his arms around you, letting out a scream telling him to get off of you and to leave you alone.

cursing yourself for leaving so late and to make matters worse there not being many cars or people around.

that's when you thought you were thoroughly fucked. hands struggling against his tall figure, even as you thrashed against him - you weren't able to overpower him. regretting not slipping your pepper spray into your handbag since you assumed thay you were gonna stay with friends.

"hey! she said to let her go."

the creep soon let his calloused hands slip away from you slightly to find where the voice was coming through, as he did - a fist was met with his jaw and he fell to the floor with a thud, the kind stranger gently pushed you behind him.

towering over the bastard, yelling all sorts of profanities. the creep just laid there holding his jaw before scrambling off of the floor in the other direction.

you were now shivering from the cold and adrenaline, just thankful for his timing. wrapping your arms around yourself as your teeth chattered.

"hey, hey it's okay now. he's gone, here take this!" that's when he shrugged his hoodie off and pushed it onto your shoulders, not really questioning anything, pulling it tighter around your body.

your eyes had been stuck looking at your feet since he had helped you, slightly shaken up.

you were pleasantly surprised when you did lock eyes with the stranger, his hazel eyes shining in the streetlight that hovered above the both of you.

he had such pretty eyes -- scratch that all of him was pretty! well from what you could see at least. plump lips, kind eyes, fluffy hair. he easily stood at six foot. towering over you like the other guy did but this time you felt no threat.

a wide and contagious smile spread across his features one that reached his eyes.

"bit of a bad way to start off an introduction, but hi i'm grayson!"

his arm stretched out lending a hand to shake yours, you accept the gesture by giving his a soft shake returning it with your own name.

"yo gray! what happened..?" another voice was heard from behind you, still feeling jumpy turning around quickly, shuffling back to grasp grayson's arm and try to hide yourself behind his large build.

"hey, hey it's okay. i know him, he's my brother you're safe." grasping your hand in his.

as the other person came into view, he looked alot like the one that had just helped you. removing your hold on gray, still standing firmly at his side.

"some asshole tried forcing himself on her, not that she needed my help, but i kinda decked him then he ran off." the twin clicked his tongue, shaking his head his eyes flickering from the ground to you, checking you over.

"deserved. are you alright..?"

realising he was speaking to you, you stopped playing with the hoodie sleeve. "y/n and yeah it was a bit of a shock, i was just lucky that grayson was nearby when it occurred." your voice still a bit shaky from the encounter.

it was decided that the twins wanted to make sure you got home alright, you protested, but your complaints fell upon deaf ears.

they were even kind enough to buy you a hot chocolate at a near by diner beforehand.

the drive to your house was silent, all was heard was the clicking of the turn indicator every now and then. a soft pop song played in the background as you zoned out.

it didn't take long to get to your house, them both wished you a farewell as you started to walk to your front door not before putting your number into gray's phone, he said for quote on quote 'if you ever need to be saved again' with a wink.

closing the wooden door, leaning your back up against it, a small grin laid on your lips as you took off your heels.

realising that you still had his hoodie on.

© ruewrote.

[vinylhazza]

Stop the soft concept I’ve been falling asleep to lately is you pregnant with your first baby with Grayson and being tied bc you’re growing a baby and your first trimester you’re usually exhausted. He finds you passed out in the couch and cuddles up to you, kissing your head and pulling a blanket over you. Probably shaking his head bc you feel bad always falling asleep and missing going out for dinners for date night recently but he just wants you healthy and happy 🥺

Soft picture for this blurb:

A/N: I was listening to Collide by Howie Day while writing this so please join me in this soft blurb 

https://open.spotify.com/track/6dwkFmLUz6hx2CZG2EqLol?si=e9da4f7db0f54147

maybe most mornings really kick your ass so not only are you falling asleep late trying to update your parents in a different time zone, but you’re up in the early morning hours praying to the porcelain God’s that the nausea passes soon.

it doesn’t. it never does.

Grayson is right there beside you through it all: holding your hair, watching you with careful protective eyes, taking the phone and assertively (and respectfully) telling your parents you need your rest and to call back in the morning after you’ve had some food and sleep.

naps are sacred during this time and are always welcome, even if it makes you feel guilty for not being as present with Grayson as you used to be. even if he never complains you still feel a tug at your heart when your usual date nights pass by and you’ve spent the day lounging in your pajamas with a bowl of blueberries you can’t seem to stop eating. 

this morning was no different and it kicked your ass more than usual. you’d had a busy week anyway, and the lack of sleep the night before made it harder to make it through the day. you could hardly keep your eyes open at breakfast. you knew it would be another day of procrastinating on work and lounging on the couch for hours until the nausea passed. 

when Grayson finds you dozing off on the couch with a re-run of One Tree Hill playing on the TV, he can’t help but squeeze in on the couch with you, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the back of your head softly. your back resting against his chest, your head facing the tv, your fingers tucked in to the sleeves of your shirt, arms crossed over your body in a hug like fashion. 

he knows the toll it’s taken on your body already to carry your first child - the exhaustion that you have to battle - and although he will never understand what that feels like, he’s going to be there to comfort you any time you need it and then some. he never misses a moment to give you a kiss, bring breakfast to you in bed on the hard days, help you with errands, tug you into a hug when you're too scared to ask him for it. 

it’s his own miracle: his dream girl, his dream home, and now his child is growing inside of you before his very eyes. at times it makes him emotional to think of the days he fought tooth and nail just to hold onto an sliver of sanity - the moments when he wanted to give up. he then thinks to the day he met you, and the many days after when you’ve held his hand and run your fingers through his hair, wiping away his tears of embarrassment, frustration, and shame. you’d been there through it all, the good and the bad. he plans to keep doing the same for you as long as he possibly can. 

grabbing the knitted blanket from the top of the couch he’s draping it over your worn out body, sunken into the plushness of the couch and far too tired to care what is happening in the world around you. sleep deprivation is kicking your ass and you grab what you can, even if it is at the most inconvenient times.

placing another kiss against your hair and he smooths your hair away from your face. sometimes he talks to you like this, when he’s being too vulnerable and would be embarrassed if you could hear him. right now is no exception. emotion high, spilling out of him before he can stop it. 

“I thought I had it all once until you...my beautiful strong girl...” Grayson whispers, holding you impossibly closer with his hand still smoothing out your hair, mussed from tossing in your sleep. “such a stubborn and sweet little thing...and so infuriating. you argued with me every chance you got. you drove me fucking crazy. I was so sure you hated me...”

looking up at the tv to see Nathan Scott handing Haley James a bracelet, he smiles. he remembers the giddy feeling when your love was blooming three years ago and he knew he just had to win you over. he thought he had everything until he met you. money, girls, cars, clothes, etc. fuck he couldn't have been more wrong. he had his sight set on you, and suddenly nothing was enough. 

“sometimes I can’t believe that I won you over and now we are expecting...fuck isn't that crazy? three years later and we are literally having a baby my beautiful girl...we are having our baby..” he can hardly keep his eyes from welling up, knowing you’re tired but glowing every minute of the day when you aren’t sleeping. 

you’ve always wanted a baby, and even if you can’t hear him, it would mean the world for you to hear him just as excited about your child. he’s always wanted to be a father, trying to keep it on the low in case the talk of children might scare you...but you knew. you knew and you felt the same.

this baby was truly a miracle. after countless doctors telling you that you had a slim to no chance of ever being pregnant - you broke down into tears at the sight of the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test that was gripped in your hand in the bathroom three months ago. you told your mother first and she helped you with a plan to tell Grayson. 

he was just as emotional, holding you in his arms and crying into your shoulder. you found solace in each others arms. he’s told everyone he’d seen that day after that he was going to be a dad: the cashier at the grocery store, the hostess at the restaurant you went to to celebrate, even the random passerby's on the sidewalk. he couldn't stop saying it, he couldn't stop smiling. 

now here he was, playing with your hair on the couch, watching one tree hill and talking to you openly while you slept peacefully. 

“I love you more than I can ever possibly explain and I just want you to know I will always be here for the both of you,” he moves your hair away from your neck, leaning down to press a pattern of kisses from your collarbone up your neck and right under your ear. he smirks as your skin turns to gooseflesh. “look at that...even when you can't hear me your body knows when I’m loving you. I hope that never goes away.”

satisfied with your reaction, his hands move down to your growing baby bump, rubbing absentminded circles over the round area and smiling to himself as he thinks of all of the obstacles he had overcome to get to where he is now. the fights with his family over how fast and hard he fell for you, the slander on the internet about you using him for his money and fame, the derogatory words his friends would call you on guys night. he had your best interest in mind through it, and you’re still the one he wants and will keep wanting until you’ve told him to get the hell away or natural causes take him away. 

It soothed him to think about a simple life with his family, the traditions you would have, the future blossoming in front of his very eyes and how you both deserved every single bit of happiness you were selfishly enjoying. 

At some point his own eyes drift close and he joins you in your blissful sleep, wanting it to be this simple forever. He only wakes once to your lips sealing a kiss to his cheek and your body turning to snuggle into him even more. 

[poguesholland]

could you do some fluff with either e or g ? It’s completely fine if you don’t want to

hope you enjoyed your day/night <333

-al

This fic made me miss the twins and Emmas friendship </3

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“Hey guys, we're back!" the twins yell into the camera. They put on a funny accent, making them both burst out into laughter. You and Emma laugh from behind the camera, making yourselves known in the video.

The twins wanted both of you to do a surprise appearance, seeing as Emma was all of yours’ best friend and you were Ethan’s girlfriend. Your relationship was already public, but this would be the first video of theirs that you appeared in.

“You guys ruined the fucking intro!" Grays yells at you and Emma playfully. “Now there’s no point in it even being a surprise” Ethan shakes his head dramatically, exaggerating the disappointment in his voice.

You gasp dramatically at his ‘accusation’, putting a hand to your heart which Emma mimicks. “How dare you?” She jokes, making Grayson and Ethan chuckle. "Shut the fuck up Gray! Your intro idea sucked ass anyways!" you huff, making Emma wheeze. Both of you enter the frame, since there was no point of hiding yourselves anymore to surprise the viewers.

Ethan’s eyes look up and his lips part in admiration as he watched you move. Almost anyone would awe at the heart eyes he was giving you, that you were clearly too oblivious to see. He had this look on his face whenever he was looking at you. His eyes would focus on you and only you. His lips would part as he admired you. He looked at you like you were the only girl in the worlds, he truly was in love with you.

You go to flop down next to Ethan, entering the video frame. However, Ethan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap “E!” you squeal out in surprise, making Ethan laugh at how easily scared you were.

“S’just me baby, relax” Ethan mumbles in your ear, and you blush. You turn to meet his gaze. “Hi” you say quietly, not being able to rub the smile off your face and Ethan reciprocates it, “Hi”. He burys his head in your shoulder, just resting there, making you smile.

Emma enters the frame and makes a joke, making you all laugh. You could feel Ethan’s laugh vibrate on your skin, giving you goosebumps but the good kind. Your hand going to tangle itself in Ethan’s hair, playing with it. Whenever you played with Ethan’s hair, it was like he was putty in your hands.

Emma and Grayson start explaining what the video is about, not realizing that you and Ethan weren't paying attention. He leaves a kiss in the crook of your neck, then another on your shoulder, making you giggle and squirm. Ethan tightens his hand around your waist to keep you still, and you turn to look at him.

Your eyes meet, making a lighthearted grin appear on your faces. Your hand moves to the back of his neck to pull his head upwards, and leave a soft kiss on his lips. But of course, one tiny kiss is never enough for Ethan. So he cupped your face and tried to connect your lips once again, this time making it last.

You turned quickly, making Ethan’s lips meet your neck to which he pouted. You didn’t want to get into a full blown make out in the middle of the video. But Ethan childishly put his face in your neck again and puffed annoyedly. You laugh at his childish antics, hand going back to caress his hair.

“Well if the two lovebirds next to us are done, we’ll get on with this video now” Emma sarcastically jokes, making you and Ethan laugh. He brings his head up to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Okay okay, let’s get on with the video”. “Fucking finally” Grayson muttered, and you playfully shove him bringing out a laugh from everyone.

Ethan and you never showed pda on camera or in front of their viewers, rarely even a kiss. It was just how you two were, usually preferring to keep the details of your relationship private. So that one kiss was more than enough, and to say that the fans loved it was an understatement.

[strangerquinns]

i have an idea for soft jersey grayson that you could write if you want? so y/n has always had trouble sleeping and her and gray are in jersey staying in the laundry room, being tucked up with him in a cosy room made her fall asleep perfectly and gray just holds her admiring her and feeling happy that she was able to sleep okay

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Grayson woke up from the sounds of soft conversations coming from down the hall towards the kitchen. Slowly his body began to wake up and get a feel of his surroundings. He could hear his brother and mom's voice down the hall, along with the birds chirping outside the window that was above him. When his eyes opened and the fuzziness of sleep faded, he realized that it was the next morning. But something he wasn’t expecting was you still sleeping soundly beside him. 

Your head was placed on the same pillow as his, with his arm wrapped tightly around you and pulling you tight to his chest. He would feel the soft breath from your nose against his neck. Grayson reached down and brushed some of the hair from your face which made you only nuzzle into him more. Grayson smiled knowing that you were finally sleeping soundly beside him. Sleep was something that didn’t come easily to you, your mind making it so you didn’t fall into a deep sleep. It would pain him to see the tiredness in your eyes, the dark circles beneath them. 

So Grayson just laid there with you, watching over your face as you slept, not even caring his bladder was screaming for release. He wanted to keep holding you. staying within the warmth of the blankets you two were tucked into. After another thirty to forty-five minutes, you began to slowly wake up. A soft moaning coming from you as you shifted in your sleep. Grayson smiled down towards you the moment your eyes opened and connected with his. 

“Morning baby,” He spoke, his hand gently caressing along your waist and rubbing the skin. 

“M-morning?” You looked around and could see the soft sunlight coming through the room that was placed above the bed, “I slept the whole night?”

Grayson’s eyes softened seeing the relief take over your face, relaxing into him more with a hint of shock in your tone.

“Yeah, baby. I woke up before you...which never happens.”

You let out a soft laugh with a smile “That doesn’t ever happen,”

“Do you feel ok? I know how badly you’ve been unable to sleep lately.”

“I feel...amazing.” A smile tugged on the corner of your lip. “But I just wanna stay here with you. I don’t wanna leave.”

“We can have a lazy day baby. Just me and you in this...laundry room...”

“Sounds perfect,” You yawned softly before cuddling into him, Grayson’s hold only tightening on you more before releasing for a second.

“First, I need to use the bathroom.” He chuckled making you laugh as he shifted off the bed and over you to slip out of the room.

[blazedgraysons]

i’m ready for the concept😏

a/n: this is probably a lot softer than you expected. lmao sorry was in my feels when i wrote this. anyway’s here’s a lil expansion on this post

warnings: there’s some mentions of sex, but doesn’t really go super deep into it. it’s also unedited so bear with me <333

“What’s this?” Grayson asks, tracing along the bee on your ankle, a tiny yet delicately shaded piece of art.  You look up from where you’re laying in his bed, lying naked under a blanket. Most of your legs are still exposed, showing off the tattoos you’ve been keeping hidden due to a rare LA cold spell.

“S’for my childhood dog. Her name was Honeybee.”  You mutter, voice heavy with sleep. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but somehow Grayson is up and full of energy. He had gotten up a while ago, doing whatever to keep himself occupied while you drifted in and out of sleep. He eventually found himself perched on the end of his bed, watching as your body slowly rose and fall until his attention was piqued by the dark tattoo on your ankle. 

“Didn’t know you had tattoos.” 

“That was like the first thing you pointed out when we met.” You snort, remembering the day you two had met. He had loudly asked about your tattoos, wanting to know if you could recommend him a new artist in LA. He was more than happy with his current artist, just needed a cheap excuse to talk to the pretty girl standing in front of him at Whole Foods. 

As you’re taking a trip down memory lane, he’s pulling at the blanket covering your bare body. You whine lowly, body slowly covered in goosebumps from the cold air as more dark marks are revealed. 

“Yeah, just didn’t know you had this many.” His eyes are wide, taking in most of the details he had missed last night and sees your body is covered in different ink portraits. Some are small, most of them are large and he makes a notice how you keep most of them in places that can easily be hidden. 

The first one he asks about was actually one that he noticed the night before. They were red devil horns on the apex of your thigh, right on the edge of your pelvis. He had made a note to ask about it before beginning to go down on you, and he brushes over it.

“That was my first one. My friend used to charge people to get shitty stick and pokes in the school bathroom, and I was her first ‘client’” You air quote around client, memories coming back of rushing through your hour lunch and hiding anytime an attendant walked by. You cringe now at the choice and how you proudly showed it off to anyone who asked you the next period, feeling so mature and badass.  “I was 17 and so lucky it didn’t get infected.”

“Stop that.” You giggle as he continued to brush over it, tracing the small horns with the tip of his fingers. “Tickles.”

He stops, moving up to the larger piece on your ribcage. It’s a portrait of Medusa, face cracking as if she turned herself to stone.  Her eyes are left bare, and there’s almost something hauntingly beautiful about it, expression ready as if she was planning on turning you to stone herself. 

“Same friend, actually. She ended up becoming a professional artist.” You yawn, head drooping back down onto the pillow. You keep talking with your eyes closed. “She needed a test dummy for a larger piece, and I trusted her. It actually came out really well.” 

Grayson nods, taking in the detailed line work of the snakes and the shading of her cracked cheekbones and nose. 

“We match.” He can’t help but point out, eyes giddy as he pulls up his underwear to point out his own Medusa tattoo. You take in the naked woman on his upper thigh, snakes covering her hair and lower half. 

“Didn’t peg you as a bush guy.” You joke, sitting up to trace over his tattoo like he does yours. He sharply inhales, and you smile, making a note of that in your mind. 

“What else?” He asks. 

You turn over on your stomach, flowers adorning your left shoulder. 

“It’s my brother and sisters birth flowers - Roses for June and Marigolds for October.” Those were your favorite, though you rarely admit it to anyone. A permanent reminder of your roots, bringing your siblings wherever you went in life.

You roll back over on your back, and he moves up to sit on your upper thighs, still scanning up and down your body. You watch as his eyes zero in on your sternum tattoo. A rose wrapped around a dagger, almost as if the rose itself was a snake.  It’s placed directly in between your chest, and he brushes over it lightly, hand resting underneath one of your boobs. 

“Thought you would’ve noticed this earlier; specially with how long you spent staring at my chest last night.” You joke, tucking your chin unattractively to look down with him.  

“Was kind of distracted last night.” He flicks your nose up annoyingly. “What is it though?”

“I don’t know, got it when I first moved to LA. Was trying so hard to be edgy and cool.” He laughs and you lightly cover your face in embarrassment. “Don’t think it worked though.” 

“Definitely didn’t work.” Grayson’s still laughing and you left out a soft hey in protest, kicking his ribs lightly. 

He leans down, kissing the pair of dice above your collarbone. Their sides are up, both numbers marked at 11 and you answer before he asks. 

“My angel number is 1111, and matching dice are lucky so it just made sense kind of.” He nods, smirking at the way you start moving as he lightly sucks a mark right on top of it. 

You pout jokingly and the dark writing on your inner lip catches his attention. He pulls your lower lip down, rolling his eyes at the small Daddy tattooed along the inside of it. 

“Bad mistake, but still a good memory.” You explain. 

“Can’t believe I’m dating a girl with daddy tattooed on her.”  He jokes and it’s your turn to roll your eyes. 

“Don’t you have grind tattooed on you? Feel like that’s somehow worse.” He laughs while moving his hand as you pull down his lower lip to reveal his own questionable tattoo choice. 

“Okay, so it wasn’t the best choice.” He moves your hand away from his mouth before interlocking your fingers, bringing your hand to kiss along the vine wrapping around your wrist. He stops at the butterfly, kissing it once while looking at you expectantly. 

“What about-“

You shush him, laughing lightly as you put a finger to his lips.

“As much as I’d love to continue the tattoo tour, we’d be here all day. And honestly, a lot of them don’t really have meaning, just thought they look sick.” He nods, understanding what you meant. There’s plenty of tattoos on his own body that he struggles to come up with a deeper meaning, not always wanting to admit he just got them to look cool. 

“You know what this means?” You raise an eyebrow, shielding your eyes from the rising sun. 

“We’re getting tattoos together on our next date.” 

“A tattoo date? That’s kinda serious.” You tease, poking his side lightly as he lays back under the covers. 

“What can I say? I’m all in with you.”

[saturngrqy]

Hey, What if you do a blurb where Grayson has a daughter who’s a daddy’s girl which Grayson talks about 24/7 as Ethan teases him.

The buzzing noise of the tattoo gun as well as Ethan’s deep, pestering voice went through one of Grayson’s ears and out the other as he stared down at his phone screen, a video you had sent him of your daughter, sitting in Grayson’s podcast chair, also wearing his headphones, blabbing aimlessly into the mic. He turned his volume up, hearing your soft voice talk to your guys’ daughter. 

“Are you recording like daddy?” He hears your quiet voice talk to her, giggling at the end.

Your daughter, Lilly, grabbed at mic, adjusting the buttons and pulling at the different wires. Grayson knew she definitely messed up the audio, but at this point, she was too cute for him to care. He listened to her quiet babbles, watching her grab and twist her cute little pigtails. He noticed that they were uneven, one side was undoubtedly higher than the other, but he thought your attempt at doing her hair was adorable. They both knew that Lilly hated people touching her hair, and would often throw massive temper tantrums when one of them tried to even brush it. However, if Grayson wasn’t already gushing at the sight of his adorable daughter, she had said his favorite words ever.

“Dada?” Lilly stares up at You, quirkily. 

“Yeah, are you recording like Dada?” You gush. 

“ I wecord wike Dada,” she whispers. 

Grayson felt his heart physically fall in love all over again, the sight of his two favorite girls being absolutely adorable together made him fall into pieces. 

“Bro, are you even listening to me?” Ethan’s voice interrupted Grayson’s thoughts.

“Nah dude, Y/n just sent me the cutest video of Lills I think I have ever seen,” Grayson answered. 

“Aww, wittle Gwayson misses his famiwy,” Ethan teases in a childish accent. 

Grayson, however, was not tolerating any slander towards his little family, knowing you had gotten pregnant a bit young and did face lots of backlash from fans, friends, and worst of all- your family. Grayson hated when people teased you or him about your daughter, it just struck a nerve. He grabbed a pillow before chucking it at Ethan’s head, slightly startling the tattoo artist, causing him to mess up a line, dragging it out of the design. 

“Dude, you fucked up my tattoo!”

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a/n- Thank u so much anon for this request! This was so cute and I actually really like it for once:) Thank uuu

[rina-writes]

Baby Boy

Summary: You and Grayson are acquaintances with benefits. Being older than him you pointedly ignore all the signs that he has deeper feelings.  However, it becomes clear that you cannot keep ignoring your own.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, kinda sub!gray, older!reader

“Did your door just open?” One of your friends asked, comically craning her neck on her screen as though she would be able to see behind you.

Out of paranoia, you moved your computer slightly despite knowing she wouldn’t be able to see anything.  This alerted your other friends who were clearly multitasking during the weekly group call.  The other two of your friends were parents and were currently begging their children for peace of mind.  The friend who mentioned the door opening had no interest in having children, but had been married the longest out of everyone.

You were the only one single and thriving...emphasis on thriving.  You felt it as you looked at yourself in the small preview of your video. You were wearing a baby pink robe that if the camera panned down it would reveal that it left nothing to the imagination.  It still looked luxurious against your skin, only heightened by the dangling diamond chandelier earrings that almost grazed your shoulders.  You were in the process of removing your makeup, or so you made it appear, so you only had on your eyebrow pencil and mascara.  Your lips were still tinted red as you were in process of removing your lipstick. In reality you were leaving a bit of makeup on for your visitor.

“Y/N!” Your friend yelled.  “Are you in distress?! Blink three times if you need help.”

You laughed. “No, a friend just arrived and...” You looked to your side before back to the camera. “...made himself comfortable.”

“Him?!” All your friends said simultaneously.

“Who is this mystery guy?” One of your other friends asked.

“The one you robbed from his cradle?” The last friend teased while they actually balanced an infant in their arms.

You hid a blush, embarrassed that Grayson could hear them. Your eyes darted to him, watching him sit on your bed with nothing on but his shorts that hung dangerously low at his waist.  He was pretending to be on his phone, but his fingers weren’t moving which told you he was listening. 

He was so handsome. The way he leaned back, propping himself up with one muscular arm bended at the elbow. He was so tan that it made his hazel eyes look lighter at times.  You were tempted to walk over to him, take his chin and force him to look at you with this big, puppy eyes.  It was your first friend’s voice that brought you back to reality.

“Earth to, Y/N! Girl, who is this man?” She slammed her open palm on her desk, causing her partner behind her to turn around to see what was going on.

“I don’t gossip.” You joked, grabbing your tea cup and taking a long sip.  That was a lie as you were all gossiping up until this very moment.

Before your friends could say anything else, you saw Grayson appear behind you in your self-view camera.  To be precise, you saw Grayson’s abs and his adonis belt appear behind you.  His large tan hand gently removed the cup from your hand while his other hand took yours to bring it up to his lips for a kiss.  While his face was out of camera for your friends, you could see this mischief in his eyes as he locked gazes with you. He walked out of the room and you heard the sound of him lifting the kettle to top off your cup.  He returned quickly with your refilled cup and placed it on the table.

“oh...my...god...” Your friends said in unison, their jaws dropping.

You finally broke your stare from Grayson to your camera to be greeted with their shocked expressions.

Not liking the loss of your attention, Grayson got down on his knees and turned your computer chair so you were facing him.  With your side profile to your camera, all your friends could see was you staring at something below you.  They saw the movement of your legs being uncrossed and spread apart, but not enough to get the graphic details.

“I’ll talk to you guys later...” You whispered, your eyes darting between Grayson slowly removing your underwear and the screen as you attempted to successful close the call.

With a click of a button, your zoom call was done, and you slapped your laptop shut.

Grayson pushed your legs aside and breathed in your aroma. You smirked and pushed his forehead to block him.  You stood up, still wearing your high heels because you knew he liked it, and catwalked to the middle of the room. Grayson smirked at you, gripping your panties that had fallen on the floor and tightening them into a ball in his hands.  He admired you in your designer robe. It was so short that as you looked at him from the side, he got an eyeful of your round butt. His eyes started from your high heel covered shoes, up your legs, tracing your butt and hips, dancing up your waist, and zooming in on your chest before finally locking on your disapproving eyes.

“Who told you you could interrupt my call?” You asked, keeping the same measured tone you use at work.

Grayson licked his lips, unapologetically. “I just wanted to show off for you.”

“I don’t need you to show off for them.” You rolled your eyes. “They are easily impressed.”

Grayson stood up and walked over to you.  He looked down at you cockily, but you met his intensity with confidence. 

“How do I impress you?” He asked.

“I think you know.” You stood with your legs wide and Grayson smiled softly.

Typical of you to make him kneel again just to show him who’s boss. He didn’t mind, he loved it. He loved eating you out and hearing you moan his name. In a strange way, you dominating him also put you at his mercy in certain positions. This was one of them.

Grayson got on his knees and placed his shoulders on the back of your legs. He tilted his head upward to nuzzle your clit before tilting back further to give it a little lick.  You groaned softly as he continued to lick your folds, greedily lapping the bit of arousal already there.  Your finger intertwined with his locks gripping them tightly as you grinded on his face.  If he had a problem with it, you wouldn’t know.  Grayson was practically moaning into your clit and it made it all the better. His tongue latched on to your nub and he sucked on it harshly.  You gasped, almost ripping out his hair in the process.  Except you would never remove those soft brown locks that you adored staring at between your legs.

“Harder...” You moaned out.

Grayson grunted in response and lifted you, holding your butt for balance.  Despite him doing this before, you had to brace yourself for the ascent.  You held on to his shoulders to steady yourself.  He now made long strokes with his tongue against your folds, his beard tickling you gently.

“Faster.” You commanded and his tongue jammed inside of you at a quick pace.  You couldn’t believe he was able to go so deep and so fast at the same time.  You would praise him later, after your third or fourth orgasm.  It wouldn’t be long as the first one was about to wash over you.

Your body trembled and you could feel Grayson bracing for it.  It embarassed you slightly that he knew your body so well.  With a half-yell, his tongue was covered with your arousal.  He knew that you could get so wet that he would have to eat you out for days to get it all, but he was willing to try.

As you came off your high, still on his shoulders, you let him enjoy his “meal.” Eventually, you sighed.

“Don’t be so greedy.” You teased.  “Put me down on the bed.”

He looked at you disapprovingly, but he still walked over to the bed.  You slowly untangled your legs from around his neck and shoulders and he laid you down.

Grayson sucked in a breath at the sigh of you.  Your robe came apart on top to reveal the center of your breasts while it was still short enough on the bottom to put your aroused pussy on display. He stared at you as he got down on his knees again.

“Ugh, Grayson, stop...” You groaned as you propped yourself up with your elbows on the bed.

“B-But...” He pouted.  “You didn’t squirt...”

“I don’t have to squirt every time.” You shook your head.  

You pretended like it was annoying, but it was stil mind boggling for you.  Before Grayson, you were used to being left high and dry.  He was the first guy to ever be sad that you didn’t orgasm wildly every time.

You sat up fully on the bed and gestured for him to stand up.  He did and you pulled him with his hips toward you.

“You were a good boy today.” You cooed. You pulled down his shorts and smiled when you saw him wearing nothing underneath, just how you liked it. “I am going to reward you.”

You pumped his cock slowly, admiring its girth and length. As much as your friends teased you about Grayson being young, at 20 going on 21 he was not lacking anything that men you date 10 and even 20 years older than him possessed. If anything, he gave you so much more.

How could you not enjoy his reactions? His hands locked around his wrists behind his back as he tried to choke back his moans. His toes curled making him shift his balance from side to side on his feet. It was so cute to see him trying to act tough, but you knew what it would take for him to give in.

You took him in your mouth. Slowly, but continued to tease the base of his cock with your hands. You heard his breath catch in his throat, encouraging you to keep going.  As you took him completely, your hands slipped down to fondle his balls. 

“F-ck...” He swore loudly, his hands resting on the back of your head.

You shot him a look and he returned it with an apologetic look, putting his hands behind his back once more.  You gagged on him, something you often faked in the past, but did naturally for him. He withered under touch, moaning your name. You could feel his knees giving out, but you only hollowed your cheeks in response.  His moans became pleas as he felt himself getting closer to release.

“Please...” He choked out.  “...let me pleasure you.”

As much as you loved how embarrassed he got when he cummed prematurely, you obliged and let him go.  You admired his cock standing tall and proud, slick with your saliva before leaning back on the bed.

“If you insist...” You said, trying to sound nonchalant.

He climbed on top of you hungrily.  As usual he leaned in for a kiss, but he anticipated you turning your head to avoid it.  He knew he would get his reward when he brought you to your orgasm.  Instead, he settled for laying soft kisses on your neck. He removed your robe along the way, not without kissing every inch of skin.  

You blushed, never getting used to the praise that he gave your body.  He kissed every bit of flesh on your shoulders and breast--oh how much time he loved to spend on your breasts, licking and sucking on your nipples--to your stomach, before laying butterfly kisses on your core. It was almost too much and you whined to get to the main attraction.

“Just put it in me...” You groaned.

He smiled at you, widening your legs as far as they could go. “Yes, ma’am.”

He put one hand on your hip and the other hand on his cock to moisten even more with your arousal.  In one swoop he was thrusting inside of you.  Your back arched and he greeted your chest by sucking on one of your nipples.  You clenched around him at the double sensation of him teasing your nipple while pounding into you needily.  You gasped as you gripped on to his locks, matching his rhythm to the best of your ability.

“God, harder...” You commanded.

He gripped your hips and slammed into you, your bed creaking loudly as a response.  It almost felt like an earthquake the way the entire room was shaking.  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Grayson knew it was his chance.

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly.  Your mouth, already open and panting, accepted the kiss with your tongue reaching out to greet him.  His tongue happily played with yours  while his hips continued to do their job and ram into you with all their might.

He broke the kiss while pulling out, making your eyes widen with rage.  Grayson smirked at you, before turning you on your side.  You instantly lifted your leg to rest it on his shoulder as he re-entered you.  The new angle sent a shock of pleasure through your body and you moaned approvingly.

Grayson smiled, hiding his pride by leaning down and nuzzling into your hair. He hated how much he lived for your acceptance.  At the same time, that little smile that crept on your lips as you neared your release it was the one thing that kept him going.

“I’m so close, baby boy.” You said, making Grayson grunt.

Just hearing that nickname made him want to bust.  But, he had to hold on.  You always came first, that was what started your rendezvous in the first place.  His ability to pleasure you like no other man put him at the top of your list, and he would not relinquish his spot to anyone.

“Fill me, baby boy.” You said, your eyes looking at him sensually. “Cum with me.”

Your eyes locked and he could only nod as he released.  You clenched around him with a force so strong that he wasn’t even sure his seed could come out, but it did. With a few more thrusts, he pulled out.  You rolled on top your back and spread your legs for him, the mix of your released oozing out of you.

“Clean it up...” You said, in a tired, but still authoritative voice.

“Yes, ma’am...” Grayson said, but he was already on his knees, excited to lap it up and finally make you squirt.

Somewhere between you squirting and your fourth orgasm, you blacked out.  When you came to, you were under the covers of your bed in the embrace of Grayson Dolan.  The sun was sneaking through your curtains and the sounds of cars and tweeting birds filled your ears.

You inhaled a sharp breath and wiggled out of Grayson’s big spoon grasp.  Before you could stop yourself, you turned and looked at him.  He looked so innocent when he slept.  Like a big man-child, with his long brown lashes and stubbly beard. Beside yourself, you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.  Your heart jumped into your throat when he stirred a bit.  Worried you got caught, you hopped off the bed.  You realized it was a false alarm as he bear turned and let out a snore, his back now facing you.

You sighed and grabbed your robe off the floor. Your eyes traced your room and you saw his t-shirt that he left on the floor by your door.  You figured he had taken it off the moment he entered, not realizing you were on the phone with your friends.  You grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, getting a whiff of a summery scent as you did.  This was your favorite.  You made the mistake of telling him once and he has never stopped wearing it.  

You liked that he wore rhe fragrabmncr, you just hated the fact that he knew how much you liked it.  

You sighed as you walked to your bedside table and picked up your phone. It was around 8am on a Sunday and you had a whole bunch of things to do before work the next day.  This was the first time in a long time Grayson spent the night, even if it was unintentional. He would usually slip out when you were sleeping, but he really put in his all the night before.  You decided to reward him.

You walked into the kitchen to make his favorite breakfast of yours, a breakfast sandwich, all vegan of course.  As you cooked the meatless sausage, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice.  You spotted the champagne your business partner got you to celebrate a new product launch earlier this week and you decided to add a bit to your juice.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” Grayson’s voice asked, still gruff from tiredness.

You were surprised, but you controlled it, shrugging.  You sipped the now mimosa with a soft smirk.  You quirked an eyebrow as you realize he was completely naked. He was also smirking seeing you in his shirt, something you rarely did.

“I may not have meat products anymore...” You said, your own voice deep from not using it all morning, “...but I refuse to give up my mimosas.”

“Hmm?” Grayson asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You could feel all of him pressed against and you hid your amusement by taking another sip.

“It has special significance for me...” You continued.  “I remember my first one. It was during my summer internship, third year of college. I was working at a firm in Hong Kong...”

As you told your story, it was like there were two of you.  The you telling this long, bragadocious story about your success and the you wondering why you were like this.  It only happened with him.  As you turned out of his arms to put the sausages on the vegan biscuits and assemble the sandwiches, you saw the look of wonder in Grayson’s eyes.

That was why you did it. It was the way he looked up to you that made you become this caricature of a successful business woman. 

You were older than him, but with his maturity level, you were both on the same level.  You both had successful businesses that involved you making big decisions that impacted people’s lives.  In fact, if he knew the real you, he would know that you could be quite childish and impulsive.  It was only at work did you become this confident and borderline arrogant control freak.  

You met Grayson through a work thing and you first hooked up a few nights after your initial meeting.  You could tell he idolized you and didn’t want to ruin his image of you. It was a lie you kept both in bed and outside of it.

“Here...” You handed him the plate and he looked surprised as if he didn’t work out that the two sandwiches were for both of you.

“Wow,” Grayson grinned. “I must have been really good last night if I get to stay the night and I get breakfast.”

He took the plate and sat at the kitchen island.  You grabbed your plate as well and put it next to his, but stayed standing next to him.

“You were pretty good,” You smirked. “...baby boy.”

Grayson growled and surprised you by wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you strongly.  Your eyes remained wide open and stayed that way when Grayson broke the kiss.  His lustful gaze morphed into one of worry when he saw your expression.

“Sorry, I just...that name...” He ran his fingers through his hair. “...it drives me crazy. Hearing you call me that...you know...”

You looked at him.  You really looked at him.  It was like a Greek God was sitting naked on a stool at your kitchen table. His rippling tanned muscles, his large length, the dark glint in his eyes...how did you not realize it sooner...

“You’re usually pretty dominant in bed aren’t you?” You teased, pushing him lightly.

Grayson frowned at you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...” You chuckled. “I usually boss you around, but you’re probably the one doing the commanding.”

Grayson licked his lips. “I guess you could say that.” He smiled softly. “I guess I just enjoy pleasuring you. I feel like you’re always doing things on others’ behalf, I figured it would be nice if someone did something for you.”

You blushed, taken aback by his comments. “You’re joking right? I’m known for being the bossiest person ever.”

“You?” Grayson chuckled. “No way! Everyone talks about how hard you work and how much of a visionary you are while still taking in all the feedback from your team. It’s why I admire you.”

“I thought you liked me because of my international success.” You said, softly almost bashfully.  It sounded stupid out loud.

Grayson looked at his plate to avoid your eyes. “I mean I do..., but I like you for more than just your work. I just like you...”

“Grayson...” You said in a tone that Grayson dreaded to hear.

He cut you off. “I know, okay? I know that you don’t see me that way.” He sighed. “I know I’m just your...boy toy.  I just can’t help that I have feelings for you. I mean you’re the only woman I want to be with.”

“Grayson...” You knew you shouldn’t be surprised, but you were.  Sure, he came at your beck and call, but you knew yoy weren’t the only girl he was hooking up with these days.  LA was small when it came to gossip.  However, he looked so sincere. Finally you said,  “...I’m too old for you.”

“What?!” Grayson yelled, making you jump. “No, you’re not!”

“Grayson, you should be with someone your own age.” You said with a soft smile.  “I’m just a boring old lady.”

“I don’t know many old ladies that has a trunk filled with sex toys in her closet.” Grayson teased.

You laughed. “It’s the 21st century, baby boy.” You punched his shoulder. “I’m serious, though. I’m sure you heard my past.  I haven’t had much luck in the relationship department. You should be with someone who is more fresh...not worn out goods.”

Grayson grabbed your wrist and looked at you intensely. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.  I know that those guys in your past were trash.  They were 10 to 20 years older than you and used you as a trophy. They didn’t see how amazing you are. They don’t see you like how I see you.” He gulped.  “Maybe we should give this a shot...it could be good for us.”

“Grayson...” You said, your tone clearly apprehensive.  “...I don’t know if we should put labels on it.”

“Labels or no labels...” Grayson said, pulling you closer to him. “This is the longest time we have sat here talking to each other without having sex despite me being butt naked and you looked amazing in my shirt. And how does it feel?”

You thought about it.  It felt comfortable.  When you weren’t trying to fit some weird vision for him, you felt really good.

“It feels good, Gray.” You sighed. “It feels really good, but you have to realize that I am not what you see in the bedroom all the time.”

“I honestly can’t wait to see all sides of you.” Grayson muttered as he nuzzled into your neck.  “I want to hold you when you cry.  I want to listen to you rant about work. I want to be the one to buy you champagne when your launch goes well.  I want to see all the sides of you, Y/N.  And I want you to see all the sides of me.”

“Fifty shades of Gray?” You offered, making him groan in annoyance.

“Wow, so original.” He rolled his eyes before he looked at you, hopefully. “So, what you say? Want to be official with me?”

“Okay, baby boy.” You kissed his forehead.  “Let’s be official.”

You yelped as he put you on his lap and gave you a peck on your lips. You giggled as he brought his plate closer and picked up his sandwich, his arms wrapping around you in the process.

“Grayson, you can’t eat like this.” You chastised him.

“Excuse me. Please don’t interrupt me while I eat the breakfast my girlfriend made me.” Grayson grinned, already liking the sound of that.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes.  You took the sandwich holding it so he got the first bite before taking a bit yourself, alternating between you two.

“I could get use to this...” Grayson said, almost in a whisper.

“Me too...” You whispered back, with a soft giggle.

[wetforgrayson]

I love you / Grayson Dolan 

Word count: 1k

Summary : You wake up from a weird dream, and Grayson realises how much he adores you while you rumbling your dream to him in the middle of the night. First time saying I love you and fluff shit. 

A/n : English is not my first language.This is very random, I don’t even know why I wrote this. The dream is inspired by one of the tweets I saw. That’s all, enjoy x

   You opened your watery eyes in panic in the dark, and it took you a couple of seconds to remember where were you. The arms that wrapping your body tightly giving you a hint about it, causing you to feel relaxed immediately. You could feel Grayson’s chests rising against your back, and his peaceful snores were filling the room.

There was a heavy feeling on your chest. You thought about what caused the sad feeling for a second, and then you remembered the ironic reason. Your weird dream started to play on your head, this time making you smile wide at how ridiculous it was. Not necessarily a sad dream, you couldn’t even call it a dream if you were being honest. Just straight up weird comedy.

The more you thought about the dream, the more it got funnier. You try to hold your laughs in and fall back to sleep. Your boyfriend’s calm snores making you feel sleepy, but only for a second before your dream came to your mind again.  Your silent smile turned into a small chuckle, but before you know it, your body was shaken from your giggles. Scared to wake Grayson up from his peaceful sleep, you try hard to be silent.

Grayson on the other hand was never really a light sleeper. He could sleep through a storm or even an earthquake, however, since he started to sleep with you, he was determined to open his eyes with every single sound he hears. Just to make sure you were completely fine in his arms, and there wasn’t anything threatening your safety. Feeling your body shake triggered him out of his sleep, overprotectiveness jumped right out, he pulled you closer.

“Are you okay, baby?” His raspy voice sounded worried, but he tried to use a soft tone knowing its effect on calming you.

You stopped holding yourself back and laughed out loud now that you know Grayson was up. You didn’t have a logical reason for laughing in the middle of the night, and that only made you laugh harder. Grayson was relaxed that you were not crying, hearing his favorite melody in the whole world warmed his heart. Even though he was confused and a little sleepy, he couldn’t help to laugh with you. You turned in his arms to face him. You always love the sight of sleepy Grayson, he looked so cute and cuddly.

“I just had the weirdest dream..”  He giggled watching your excited expression, running one hand through his messy bed hair and looking gorgeous doing so.

“Oh, yeah? What was it?”

“Listen, babe, you’re going to love this. I was talking to this subway rat, he was looking at-“

“Wait, you were talking to a subway rat?” He interrupted, laughing hysterically at how normal you made it sound.

“Yes! And he was so cute, I think I called him Yoda, not sure why.”

“Jesus Christ, and it was a he?” You stopped to genuinely think for a second -you would hate to misgender your dear rat,  obviously- Grayson’s face was hurting for smiling so much, to save you from thinking more he said “Okay, whatever. What were you talking with him?”

“Oh, he said “Join us, when the train comes we slide under the tracks and feel it rumble over us like a warm thunderstorm. We live forever and love to live.” You try to imitate your rat’s tone and it made Grayson bursting out laughing.

“What the fuck?” You both were laughing loudly, Grayson rolled his body next to you and bury his face on your neck while laughing. You keep laughing until your face was literally hurting from it.

“I said no, thank you, I am too large.” Grayson now was wheezing, eyes getting watery while he watched you laughing hard but trying to tell your absolutely insane dream at the same time.

“He turned away from me and I cried.”

“You cried?” He asked, it sounded dramatic than he meant it to be.

“Don’t laugh Gray, it was really sad. He looked really disappointed with me.”

Grayson held his breath for a second to actually stop laughing but he failed when he saw you pouting. You both start to laugh, holding each other close until you calmed down.

“I’m sorry the rat left you, baby, I’m glad you didn’t leave me with him though.”

You chuckle whispering “I would never.”

You watch each other with a huge smile,  Grayson’s hand caressing your cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry I wake you up.” You kissed the inside of his hand that was on your cheek. He leaned in to give you a heart melting kiss. It easily turned out to be a sloppy make-out session. Your wet and warm mouth moving was the only sound in the room and it made your stomach twitch with how hot it sounded.

“ I love you so much.” He pulled out from the kiss to whisper these words, making you froze in your place while your heartbeat a hundred times harder on your chest. During the one month of dating, you both kept these three words to yourselves. Not wanting to spill them too early and ruin the magic these words carrying. You didn’t expect him to say it this early, you also didn’t expect yourself to get this emotional. You were at the edge of the tears.

“You don’t have to say it back baby, I just want you to know it. I love you very much, and I hope I get to wake up to the sound of your laughing every night until the very last day. “

“I love you even more.” You managed to whisper back, tears are filling your eyes. Your voice sounded so soft that Grayson had to keep himself from sobbing. He cleared his throat while turning you on your back and cuddling you tightly.

“We have to sleep now, baby. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” You nodded your head, feeling Grayson’s lips soft touch on your hair. You have a smile on your face and it looked like it wasn’t going to be fading any time soon while you have Grayson by your side.

[333dolans]

Like Nobody’s Watching // E.D

Summary: Ethan was never really one for romance, but then you came along.

Warnings: none just fluff🥺 this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile so why not :)

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If there was one thing in this world that Ethan was sure of, it would be his love for you. He’d never been the movie material, ‘hopeless romantic’ type of guy. Until he met you. You stirred feelings deep within Ethan that he was yet to feel before you waltzed your way into his life, breaking down his walls with little to no effort.

Straight off the bat, you understood him more than anyone else in his life, sometimes even more than his own twin. Everything just seemed to make perfect sense when he was with you. He didn’t have to act or pretend. He could show his true self to you without the fear of judgment consuming his mind. You understood his humour, never taking his sarcastic responses to heart like some of the previous girls he had been with. You shared his deep love for adventure, never passing up on an opportunity to explore the world around you.

His last relationship had ended just over a year ago. Despite repeatedly telling his twin he wasn’t ready to date again, he found himself entering the bar, side by side with said brother. How had he convinced him this was a good idea, that he should get back out there? But the moment he first lay his eyes on you with microphone in hand, pouring your heart and soul into the lyrics of “Super Trouper” by ABBA? He knew you were the one.

The way your eyes crinkled in the corners from the massive grin lighting up your face. Hair tied up and out of your face as you danced around with your best friend, serenading her with your carefree singing. You sang and swayed like nobody was watching and that had Ethan hooked. You glanced out into the sea of people watching your performance when you’d locked eyes with him, flashing him your pearly whites with flushed cheeks.

He swore he would do anything to keep that god damn gorgeous smile on your face for as long as you’d let him. As the final notes rang out, you’d began to make your way through the crowd to him. You met his eyes and the rest was history.

2 years down the line and he has managed to keep his promise. He can’t recall a single day since your first interaction that you haven’t had that beaming smile plastered to your face, cheek muscles sore from the grin that refuses to give way. Even on some of your hardest days, he always found a way to make you giggle and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Ethan swears he’d never lived a moment of his life before he met you. Everything to ever happen in his life, none of it made sense. The rise to fame, the fast paced lifestyle? He could never wrap his head around it all. He’d travelled to every corner of the globe, yet the only place he knew he always wanted to be, was with you. His universe began with, and it will end with you. The way he feels for you? He knows he could never share that with another soul. It’s always you.

Every now and then, Ethan finds himself replaying that evening in his head. The flashing stage lights that lit up your angelic features so perfectly. Your voice filling the entire area and captivating the focus of all in the room. Just how much you had changed his life for the better. Damn, he really should thank Gray.

[simsandfiction]

Camping Confessions

Part 2

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: There are some pent up feelings between you and Grayson. You two decide on a camping trip to ‘reset your mindsets.’  Does Ethan tagging along ruin all the fun?

“Let me get this straight.” Ethan adjusts in his chair as he turns to face the pair standing at his doorway. “You guys want me to go camping… just for fun?”

“Yes.”

“Not for a video, or anything?”

“Come on, E!” You whine, stalking to sit on the edge of his bed. The blanket is soft and fuzzy beneath your fingertips as you run your hands along the bed. “It’s a chance to explore! Be spontaneous!”

“Y/n, you’re the least spontaneous person I’ve ever met. You plan your planner.”

Even Grayson couldn’t hide his smile at that one. Still, as he leaned against the doorframe, he did his best to regain his composure.

“You look like you need a break. When was the last time you went outside? Felt the sunshine kiss your skin and the gentle summer breeze caress your neck?”

“You sound more and more like Grayson everyday.” The desktop shut off with a soft exhale from the console. “It’s sickening.”

“Maybe if you’d come out and spend more time with me…” You trailed off, standing from the bed and tiptoeing back to where the taller twin stood. “We’re leaving in thirty, with or without you.”

“Thirty minutes? That’s not even-“

“You heard the woman!” A childish grin was plastered on Grayson’s face as he uncrossed his arms, following you down the hallway.

By the time Ethan had packed his backpack and thrown snacks into the cooler, his arrival to the Jeep was long overdue. As he ran out the front door, backpack shuffling on his back as he sprinted to the car backing out of the driveway, you and Grayson were out of breath from laughter.

The sight was funny, sure, but his tagging along was a bittersweet feeling. Good in a sense that you wouldn’t have to suffer through miles of Grayson’s driving, but upsetting with the idea of the trip being for you and Grayson. You didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that he’d be there to kill the sexual tension.

Things between you two would start out innocent, like watching your favorite movie. You’d be sitting beside each other, a bowl of popcorn separating the two of you, when one of you would start tossing kernels at each other. It’d turn into all out war, which would end up in a tickle fight with post truce cuddles. Even that would be okay until you felt his hot breath on your neck, or you’d accidentally shift while on top of him.

Neither of you wanted to put what you had in jeopardy though, so there’d always be an excuse escape made, such as ‘going to bed,’ or ‘FaceTiming a friend.’

Meanwhile, you held down your duty as passenger-seat-DJ, and Grayson climbed to the backseat to read off directions to Ethan, who was now manning the wheel.

As you stared out the window, blocking out the sound of the boys’ petty argument, you realized how odd it was to not have a camera in your hand on a trip like this. Usually, the boys would be all about the content. They’d always add a twist to camping for the purpose of spice things up. This time though, when you brought it up, Grayson shot down the idea with something about ‘rest and relaxation,’ or ‘resetting our mindsets.’ The two of you agreed to stay off your phones, but you didn’t even attempt at getting Ethan to join in. Really, you wouldn’t have even thought to invite him until Grayson mentioned the whole phone thing.

“Did you remember sunscreen?”

“E, we’re in Jersey.”

“What about bug spray?”

“Gray packed it in his bag.”

“Water?”

“Wouldn’t leave the house without it.” You looked back down at your phone, changing the selection to something a bit more uptempo. “Did you bring your tent?”

Ethan’s eyes went wide as he looked over at you. With his mouth slightly agape, he began to stutter. “I- uh… It might-“

“Ethan, the road!”

The drive to the campsite was rather quiet after that.

You took the next few minutes to close your eyes and practice deep breathing exercises to calm yourself down from the near head-on collision.

Grayson spent the rest of the ride trying to cool off from his brother’s slip up. Unknown to you, the reason he gave you for the getaway was nothing but a pathetic hippy excuse.

You weren’t the only one that had caught onto the tension. Glimpses of what you two could have together danced through his daydreams and late night thoughts for weeks. He spent all his shower time and long drives picturing date ideas and engagement pictures and honeymoon destinations and child names. The one thing those thoughts had in common was a girl — you — and he finally decided that the possibility of having you by his side forever was worth the risk.

He was already mad about his brother’s intrusion (it was your idea to invite him, after all) on your private little getaway, and the thought of him sharing a tent with the two of you was enough to send him over the edge.

“Hey, are you okay?” You stood behind Grayson, who was attempting to unload the Jeep while his brother ran off to go use the bathroom. Your dainty fingers, much stronger than they looked, rested on his shoulders as your thumbs dug into his muscles. “You seem tense.”

Like freshly baked cookies, he melted into your touch. His eyes closed and shoulders went slack as you unwinded the knots of his shoulder blades. “Just frustrated.”

Giving him a few more seconds, your cramping hands fell to your sides. You watched with concern as he turned, leaning back against the car with a sigh.

“I just don’t get why I'm stuck with an idiot for a brother.”

“C’mon now,” you tutted, stepping forward to stand between his legs. Your hands ghosted back up his arms, fingertips brushing ever so lightly against his exposed skin until they sat firmly on his shoulders. “Your brother loves you. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to make you happy.”

His hands came to rest on your hips, a place he had decided was made perfectly for his hands, as he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

‘Just friends my ass,’ Grayson thought. ‘You smell good. Like flowers… and vanilla. Do you know this one is my favorite?’

“Let’s get to unpacking, alright? We can set up the tent, grab a snack, then go check the place out.” Patting his shoulder, you stepped away from his touch. “Alright?”

“Alright,” he smiled, standing up straighter, “alright.”

Part 2 link is at the top😌

[letsdxthisthing]

I See Stars | G. D

Word Count: 582 

Warnings: N/A

Summary: An unexpected gift from Grayson. Inspired by something on Glee I jotted down a while ago. 

A/N: This isnt the greatest...but it’s my first so enjoy. 

The obnoxiously loud buzzing of your phone became evident as the credits rolled on the screen. You just finished watching your favorite movie when the buzzing began. The name that lit up the screen was none other than your beloved boyfriend’s. Your brows furrowed.  Not because of the name, but because of the content of the message.

Grayson: Can you come over? There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and I wanted to do it in person. 

Quarantine had been brutal. You had opted that the best option would be to keep yourself alone for the duration of it, but you decided to make an exception. Mostly because worry and fear consumed you as to what Grayson had been wanting yo tell you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, in the logical part, you knew it couldn’t be anything bad. Yet, a part of you still wondered what it possibly could have been. Grabbing your keys, and shoes and throwing a quick ‘ok’ text you headed for the door. 

After what seemed to be eons, you arrived at the Dolan house. Fearing the worst, you unlocked the door with the key you had been given a bit ago. “Grayson?” An odd silence filled the house. Even before quarantine, the house was never silent. After a moment, the loud footsteps of your lover led your eyes to where he was entering the room. The way his face lit up upon seeing you released a tension you didn’t know you had in your shoulders. His arms wrapped around your frame, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before releasing. Taking your hand, he led you towards his bedroom. 

“Come here, there’s something I want to show you,” he spoke, pushing open the door. There was nothing odd or out of place in the room, it was just as it always had been . Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was happening? “Grayson what-”

“Shh, shh. Just, close your eyes,” he mused. You rolled your eyes with a gentle chuckle, but obliged. You heard movement, like the opening of a drawer, the rustle of a paper, and the closure of a drawer. Though you kept your eyes shut. 

“Okay open them.” He spoke. When your eyes opened, you were greeted with him holding what seemed to be just a piece of paper. You looked to him confused, before looking closer at the paper. 

“Gray, you named a star after me?” It was cute, really. Sweet even, but completely unexpected. Much like what unfolded next. 

“Well, no. That was my initial thought. But I realized that there already is a star named [Y/N]. Right here on Earth,” he spoke, a hand reaching up to the back of his neck. He was a little worried you didn’t like it. The gentle smile on your lips told him otherwise.

“So what did you name it?”  “I named it Grayson, after me. So that no matter where you are, or where I am, you can look up into the night sky and know I’ll be looking down on you.” A bright smile grew across your lips. It was beautiful. Grayson was certainly the type to shower you in expensive gifts, but by far this was your favorite. 

“I love it,” you spoke, affirming his hopes. Pulling him into you, you placed your lips on his, smiling into the kiss. Part of you wished you could kiss him forever. The other part knew that you would. 

[poguesholland]

DOLAN TWINS MASTERLIST ⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡

Blurbs

GRAYSON DOLAN

Snuggly morning with domestic boyfriend Grayson in Jersey

ETHAN DOLAN

Rare display of PDA in your first appearance in a youtube video of the twins’

Imagines

ETHAN DOLAN

Moving In: Where Ethan is your boyfriend and asks you to move in with him since he barely gets to see you because of your job.

Electric Love: You decide to kiss your bestfriend for a tiktok trend, not knowing he feels the same way

GRAYSON DOLAN

Public: Where Grayson shows off you’re his in front of your friends.

Marco Polo: A game of Marco Polo in the pool with your best friend, Grayson, ends up revealing some hidden feelings.

Series

N/A

[strangerquinns]

Wedding Guest

g.d x f!reader | theme: fluff | warning: language | words: 1.5k+ | masterlist

you and grayson go back to a wedding back in your hometown.

You sighed softly as you saw in front of the vanity in the bathroom of your hotel room. You couldn't understand why your stomach was fluttered with nerves. Maybe it was because this was the first big event that you'd be bringing a date. Your cousin was getting married in your hometown, which meant a trip back home. You and Grayson have been dating for the past year, but due to the pandemic, you never got the chance to take him back home. Till now.

You loved your family deeply and dearly but knew that it could be overwhelming to others. They were loud, talkative, and was big with personality. Grayson was excited to finally meet your family and see where you came from. He'd met your mom, dad, and siblings through facetime but it was different to meet face to face. He was buzzing with excitement and nerves.

You and Grayson met at the chance when the two of you were in Whole Foods and reaching for the last jar on the shelf. The moment Grayson looked down into your eyes, he felt his world stop spinning and center on you. The two of you laughed as you bumped hands, and you instantly felt a connection. Never did you think that trip to the grocery store would turn into the love story happening right now. But you were grateful for the man in your life that has become your other half.

Grayson turned around from the mirror in front of him when he heard the door to the bathroom open. He felt his heart stop the moment you walked you. Your dress hugged every curve of your body, along with your hair and makeup making your beauty come out more. He felt his heart stop as his eyes slowly scanned over you. Grayson had to check for a second if his heart was even beating.

"Holy...fuck," Grayson as you stepped into the main part of the hotel room, shyly looking towards him. "Angel, you look fucking amazing."

You felt your cheeks warm as you walked closer to him, your heels falling silent against the carpet. "You think so? Dress isn't too much? Too revealing?"

"No. Not at all." Grayson couldn't help himself as you stepped forward, grabbing your waist to pull you against his chest. Your hands moved to smooth out his bowtie and straighten it slightly. Grayson couldn't keep his eyes off you. "You look breath-taking. This, I think, is the first time we've gotten all dressed up together."

"I think you're right." You smiled up towards him, "You look very dapper by the way. Think I'm gonna have the hottest date there."

"I think I take that prize baby." Grayson smiled before bending down and kissing your lips softly. When he pulled away, you wiped the small amount of lipstick left behind.

The two of you finished getting ready before walking out of the hotel room and down to your waiting car. The wedding venue wasn't too far from where you were saying, but the entire ride Grayson couldn't keep his eyes off you. His hand placed gently on your thigh where your intertwined hands rested together. Your focus was on him as well, his eyes looking out around the small downtown of your neighborhood. Your eyes followed along with the angles of his face. How his eyes scrunch up with his nose when you tell a story whenever you pass a place you had a memory at. His laugh was your favorite noise.

When the car stopped in front of the venue and Grayson held the door open for you, before grasping your hand tightly as the two of you walked inside. The butterflies were back as the first person you noticed was your Aunt and Uncle. They smiled brightly towards you and pulled you in for a hug, before noticing the gentleman standing beside you.

"Aunt Nancy, Uncle Kip this is my boyfriend Grayson." You spoke with so much pride in your voice as he reached to shake each of their hands.

You were amazed at the ease Grayson had talking with your family. How he seemed to charm every Aunt with his smile and give a firm handshake to an Uncle. When your mom and dad finally found you, it was like they were already seeing him as a son in their family.

"You guys look so good together," One of your cousins smiled towards you, Grayson on the other side of the room talking with your grandparents.

"Think so?" You asked, keeping your eyes on him.

"For sure, I don't think I've seen you smile so much in a short amount of time, and he's for sure cuter than the last guy you dated."

The two of you laughed before separating to take your seats. Grayson placed a gentle hand on your lower back as the two of you headed towards your seats. When you sat down with your family, Grayson placed his hand back on your thigh where your hand clasped with his. The two of you stealing glances at one another.

The entire ceremony Grayson just kept thinking of standing at the end of the aisle and waiting for you to come down towards him. He knew that one day that he was marrying you, Grayson already had that planned out in his mind. He couldn't wait to see you walking down the aisle towards him knowing the two of you were committing to spend forever together.

Little did Grayson know, you were thinking the same. Weddings always made you feel romantic. Your heart swelled to see your cousin getting her happy ending with the man she loved. All you kept seeing in your mind was you and Grayson. At one moment when they were speaking their vows, your eyes found Graysons and saw that his eyes were locked on you.

His lips turned up at the corners and he mouthed "I love you,"

Your chest filled with warmth, before you mouthed back. "I love you, too."

Soon everyone was standing as the newlyweds headed down the aisle. Grayson held your hand tightly as you made your way out of the church and towards the small area where drinks and appetizers were waiting as the dining area was completed for everyone.

Once again you found yourself talking with family, everyone laughing, drinking, and having a good time. You felt secure even more in your relationship as you saw him talk with your family, even when you broke away to get drinks, he didn't look scared to be left alone. Instead, he bonded with the family that he knew that he was going to be a part of as well.

Dinner went smoothly, sitting at a table with a few cousins, the two of you whispering to each other sweetly.

"Can't wait for our wedding," Grayson spoke, everyone in their separate conversations.

Your eyes widened slightly with a smile. "Ours? Really?"

"Of course," He said nonchalantly, "You're going to be beautiful like always, and I know I'm going to be a mess. For sure crying when you come down the aisle."

"Really?"

"I have no doubts." Grayson smiled before leaning down to kiss you softly again.

Your body was buzzing with the warmth of the love you felt for the man sitting beside you.

Your favorite moment is when the two of you danced, his arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you close. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as your head rested on his chest. The soft music creating the moment around you.

"Thank you for making tonight amazing, Gray." You spoke as the two of you walked back through the lobby. Your heels in your hand and the other clasping Graysons. His bowtie was hanging off around his neck. You both were slightly disheveled but had the biggest smiles on your faces. The love radiating off the two of you was enough for the entire lobby to feel it.

"You don't have to thank me, I was more than happy to come along."

"My family loves you, I don't think I've ever seen them take in someone I was dating so quickly."

"They were amazing and I can for sure see the little bit of crazy that you were talking about, but I loved that. Reminded me of my family a little."

Grayson stepped into the elevator and pulled you in with him, his hands caressing over each side of your face as he smiled down towards you. His eyes were shining with an intense emotion that made your heart stutter for a moment and have you melt into his touch.

"God I'm a lucky man to be loved by you," Grayson spoke softly. "I don't know how I got so lucky. But I am."

"Gray," You whispered

"I mean it, I'm gonna make you a Dolan one day baby."

"I would love nothing more."

Grayson moved his hand to the back of your head before holding you there as he kissed you deeply. You moaned against his lips as the kiss intensified, Grayson pushing you back against the wall. When the ding of the elevator sounded the two of you pulled away, Grayson moving quickly to pull you from the elevator. The two of you walked down the hall wrapped in each other's arms, the plans of your future wedding playing out in your heads.

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[blazedgraysons]

You're No Good - Ch. 2

C.J. Bennett is an overly ambitious student who dreams of shadowing her favorite author, Eli Jennings. The only thing standing in her way: Grayson Dolan.

warnings: this is a rough draft of a series i never finished. i'm posting the finished chapters before leaving this account. 🤍

part 1

If American Lit 1102 was C.J.’s personal hell, her job could at least be considered her own reprieve.

Sunnyside Vintage is an old shop off of Sunset, having been open for the last 30 years. It wasn’t the nicest of thrift stores — the clothes always have a weird mothball smell and everything is old - and not in the trendy way.  C.J. loves it. The windows are huge, letting California sunlight wash the stucco walls gold, and the mannequins are always dressed straight out of the 70’s. The pay isn’t always great, but C.J. is allowed to take whatever she wants more than makes up for it in her eyes.

“I just don’t understand. I mean, Stevens has praised me this entire semester. She even told me personally he’s never had a student write as well as me nor pick up on the work as fast as I have. Wouldn’t that be qualities you’d want in an intern, Bea? Even Grayson Dolan would’ve been a better pick.” C.J. turns to her boss, angrily folding flared jeans.

Another reason C.J. loves Sunnyside —  her boss, Beatrice “Bea” Walker. Once a glitzy soap star of the ’50’s, she retired with her husband and opened Sunnyside in the late 80’s. Despite being in her late-70s, she still holds on to the same glamour and charm that made her a household name a century prior.

“Maybe there was another reason. It could be something other then your application.” She croaks, lifting a pumpkin to place next to a costumed mannequin. As halloween rapidly approaches, the store was starting to transform to fit the fall season — hoping to draw in customers to purchase unique costumes for the holiday.

Before she can move to help Bea, the doors chime, signaling an entrance. Walking through with seemingly-glowing skin and a symphonic smile was Alexi, C.J.’s best friend and roommate. It’s hard to miss Alexi whenever she walks into a room — from her bleached-blue hair to eclectic style, she’s never been afraid to follow her own path, something C.J. has always admired. She walks straight to C.J., wrapping her in a loving embrace

“Are you okay? James told me what happened.” Alexi leaves an arm around her, and while C.J. knows it’s supposed to be comforting; all she can think about is how much she wants Alexi to leave. It’s one thing to rant to her elderly boss, someone who would love her in spite of her shortcomings and faults. But to know her own friend group has already heard about her misfortune, sending over someone to comfort and soothe, it was all just a little too pitiful for her to handle.

“Theta’s are throwing a party tonight. It’ll be the perfect pick-me-up, and you can forget all about Evans Jensen-“

“Eli Jennings” C.J. corrects.

“Whoever” Alexi rolls her eyes at the interruption, “is missing out on your incredible talent because of an idiotic professor’s incompetence. Everyone’s going and it won’t be the same without you, C.”

“As much as I would love that, Lex, I really just want to be alone tonight. Shitty beer, cheap Indian food, a sad movie so I don’t have to think about how these past four years have been a waste.”

“Not a waste, first of all. Look, I know that you’ve had this whole plan for your life since you popped out the womb, but shit happens, things change. This isn’t a failure, just think of it as a temporary setback. Plus, when life gives you lemons, you…” She trails off, waiting for C.J. to finish.

“Make lemonade?” She sighs.

“Use it to chase tequila.” Alexi giggles.

“I would go, but I have to close. Right, Bea?"

"Don't use me as an excuse. You should go, maybe find a boy to take home." Alexi makes a face at Beatrice's statement and C.J.'s face heats up.

“You’re going - no more buts. Wear something cute. Something that maybe doesn’t make if look like you were alive for Vietnam.” Alexi’s already leaving, kissing Beatrice lightly on the cheek on her way out.

This was how C.J. found herself standing outside the Theta Lambda  frat house, October air chilling her through her jacket. She shifts her weight between her feet, surveying the small group around her. Alexi talks animatedly on the phone, asking for whoever to meet them out front.

A random person bumps into her, forcing her to spill the contents of her purse onto the dewey grass. C.J. groans, bending down to pick everything up while mentally thinking to herself all of the other things she could be doing right now.

A pair of dirty air forces steps in front of C.J. and she slowly looks up at the girl standing in front of her. She’s pretty, stunning actually. C.J. recognizes her immediately. Channing Williams - social chair of Rho Xi sorority and the key to all the best parties on campus. Dressed in a black romper and red velvet jacket, she’s everything C.J. isn’t and a quiet twinge of jealousy plucks her heart. ‘I bet she’s never lost out on an internship.’ she thinks bitterly.

“Sorry, do you know anyone?”  Channing asks, voice soft and sweet with a clipboard in hand. C.J. looks at Alexi, waiting to hear her answer.

“Not really? I mean we know people, but we aren’t going to be on your clipboard or anything so if you could just let us slide through, I’m sure there’s someone here who could like vouch for us or something?” C.J. wants to slap her — not only did she drag her out in below-freezing weather, but she couldn’t even guarantee them a way inside.

“Well this is a greek-only party so unless you know anyone….” Channing trails off, not openly wanting to kick them out in front of so many people.

“That means no GDI’s.” C.J. didn’t even notice the miniature-sized freshman standing besides Channing. She clearly looks annoyed at the intrusion, keeping her from inside where everyone else is to deal with their little group. C.J. briefly wonders if the upturned stare is a requirement for Rho Xi or if that’s was just especially reserved for her.

“Geed’s?” Alexi repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“Goddamn independents. Y’know, not greek-affiliated.” At this point, C.J. is ready to call the whole night and retire in her bed when she see’s someone appear in between Channing.

“They’re cool, Chan. They’re with me.” Micayla Zhao enters, covered in glitter, sweat and what C.J. is almost sure to be a line of salt from a body shot. C.J. has always considered Micayla the only cool Rho Xi, having had multiple classes with her over the years. Micayla fit right in with their group: smart, beautiful and a wicked sense of humor.

Channing nods, seeming bored and just wanting to get back inside with everyone else. She does a quick finger tap with Micayla (sacred Rho Xi bullshit is what Alexi always calls it) and moving along the line.

“Are your sisters always that charming?” Micayla rolls her eyes, grabbing C.J. to move them through the house to the backyard. A huge bonfire is set up in the middle with a canopy near by for the designated drinking spot. She watches as Micayla confidently moves through the crowd, stopping from time to time to say hey to friends and classmates on the way.

“Most of the time. Look, they’re just possessive over tradition and the Rho-Theta party has always been major exclusive, Channing’s been fighting to make it open to outsiders.” Micayla yells over the thumping bass.

“Yeah, I’m sure they love all the GDI’s.”  C.J. exaggerates her voice, pinching her nose to capture the nasally, valley accent Channing is almost famous for. Micayla stops, and had C.J. not been paying attention, she would’ve ran into her.

“Dude, you’re kind of being a bitch right now. Look, I get your bummed about your internship, but Channing wouldn't have let you in if she didn't want to. Would you rather be getting drunk, in your apartment alone?”

“Yeah, actually.” Micayla stares at C.J. for a second, looking like she’s about to bitch her out. As if Alexi can sense the fight forming, she grabs Micayla by the arm.

“Let’s go get a drink, you look like you need a drink in you.” They both walk towards the house, Alexi mouthing ‘Be Nice’ over her shoulder before disappearing completely. C.J. exhales, counting to 3 in her head before walking over to where drinks are set up.She fills up her solo cup, watching as the fizzy liquid moves closer and closer to the top.  Before she can take a sip, someone bumps into her spilling half the drink over the side.

“Hey, watch it!” A thick Jersey accent exclaims, and C.J. groans, wondering if this night could get any worse.

“Bennett?”

Grayson appears in front of her, denim jacket over a black t-shirt and black jeans. She takes note of the dark spot growing on the front of his shirt, from where she spilt her drink.

“What’re you doing here?”

She simply shrugs, refilling the missing contents of her cup.“I didn’t know parties were your scene. I always imagined in your free time you’re in like a dark room, crying alone to Sylvia Plath novels.”

“Nice to know you think of me out of class, Grayson” C.J. takes a sip of her beer. She moves to walk away, hoping he would take it as an end of conversation.

"How'd you get in? Isn't this like Rho's only?" He asks, following her to the edge of the bonfire. She looks at him, watching as the light frames the features of his face.

"Couldn't I say the same about you? You're not a Theta." He just stares at her intensely until she relents, "Micayla Zhao got me in. Y'know her?"

"We had history together sophomore year. She helped me cheat on the midterms."

C.J. laughs shortly. "Sounds like her."

Grayson opens his mouth to speak again, but is cut off.

“As much as I’m enjoying this conversation, Grayson, don’t you have someone else to bother? Someone who, y’know, actually likes you?” If that comment bothered him, he didn’t show it, continuing talking to her as if they haven’t pissed each other off continuously for the past four years.

“What do you think about Michael Eichler getting the internship spot?”  He asks. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she didn’t get the spot, now she has to sit and rub salt in the wound with her worst enemy.

“What’s there to think about? He got it, I didn’t. Fucking sucks.” He laughs, holding up his own drink.

“Cheers to that.” They both clink cups, and C.J. briefly wonders if the universe is still laughing at her.

"You know, that spot should've gone to one of us." He muses, watching the partygoers continue to stumble around them. He doesn't say anything after that, and she bites.

"Why should it have gone to one of us?"

"Well, think about it. We're both the top of our class, and I know for a fact Stevens has submitted your writing to collegiate magazines. There's no fucking way Michael fucking Eichler should've got that spot over one of us." C.J. pauses. She had known that Stevens appreciated her writing, but not enough to submit it anywhere. If what Grayson was saying was true, why hadn't she gotten the apprenticeship?

"Nothing I can really do about it now. He got the spot, I didn't. I guess I can become a second rate author now." She takes another sip, and Grayson snorts unattractively.

"I'm sure you'll be okay, Bennett. If Stevens like you, I'm sure there's another author dumb enough to want to publish your work too." She glares at him.

"And here I thought we were becoming friends."

"As if you actually would've wanted to become friends with me."

"Oh yeah, that's what I do in between my Sylvia Plath crying sessions. Desperately wish that Grayson Dolan would become my best friend." Sarcasm drips off every word and he looks at her before taking another long sip of his drink.

“You know you’re actually kinda cool, Bennett. When you’re not trying to bite my head off in the middle of lecture”

“Maybe if you didn’t have such shitty takes, I wouldn’t want too.” Whatever retort Grayson was planning falls from his lips when Channing appears by his side, tucking herself underneath his arm.

"Hey, Gray. I got you another drink." Two Coronas hang from her manicured hand, and he whispers inaudibly to her, giggling between the two of them. C.J. begins to feel awkward, and coughs uncomfortably.

“Oh, you’re the GDI from earlier,” Channing looks up at her half-lidded, dark eyelashes framing red-tinged brown eyes.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Channing shifts her weight, biting her lip and feeling like an intruder. "I didn't know you two knew each other?" C.J. supplies, feeling desperate for conversation

"Gray and I had math together freshman year, "They both stare at each other awkwardly, silent tension as they wait for the other to speak.

“So, I’m gonna go." She speaks.

“No, you don’t have to." Channing is already turned back to Grayson, looking like she wouldn't mind C.J.'s exit.

“No it’s fine” Neither Grayson nor Channing seem to protest anymore, and C.J. turns back to see her friends looking at her, both amused and curious at her interaction with the duo. She begins to walk towards them, feet and heart sinking with every step, not feeling any better about her current predicament.

“Hey Bennett,” She turns around to face Grayson. “Think about what I said. About the internship stuff” She just nods, and leaves the pair. The moment she reaches her initial group, Alexi pulls her towards them.

“You and Dolan were just talking and it didn't end in a screaming match. That’s new. What did he want?”

“Nothing. Just typical Grayson Dolan bullshit."Alexi looks like she doesn't believe her, and frankly C.J. doesn't believe herself. She thinks back to what Grayson said, about how they were the only real competition for the apprenticeship. Whatever he meant by that could be handled tomorrow.

"C’mon. Didn’t  you say something earlier today about tequila shots?” She asks

“Atta, girl. That’s what I’m talking about.” She lets Alexi drag her away, sparing one last look at Grayson before entering the fraternity house.