#grayson dolan drabble

[poguesholland]

No pressure but if you have time do you think you could ever write something about waking up really early one day with gray? Like you’re chilly and snuggle into him and wake up slow and just lovey and go for a walk around the neighborhood with sledge and some coffee. Idk domestic boyfriend Grayson is just so cute to me 🥺🥰

Gets a bit steamy at one point but I hope you like it!

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Your eyes flutter open to be faced with a window, covered in snow. Currently, you were in New Jersey with your boyfriend, Grayson, as he visited his family. You loved coming to New Jersey, it was just so different from where you lived. It was peaceful. And you loved visiting Lisa, Graysons Mom.

Graysons arm was draped over your waist, looser than how it was last night yet still making sure you stayed close to him. His face rested against your shoulder, feeling the small breaths he takes against your skin. You shuffle a bit in place to have a better look outside the window and admire the December weather.

You feel Grayson shift a bit behind you before the arm around your waist tightens it’s grip, pulling you closer to him. A smile finds its way to your face as Grayson hides his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over. You giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning around to face your handsome boy.

You move your leg to be across Graysons waist and lay down on top of him, sort of straddling him. His hands go to your waist, sliding up the fabric of his shirt which you wore to sleep, to rest against your bare stomach giving you goosebumps. A hand of yours goes to cup Graysons face as he sleepily looks at you with admiration.

“G’Morning baby” Grayson yawns leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to savor this feeling. Smiling softly at his sleepy state, you lean in to leave a deep kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love” You whisper against his lips, making Grayson smile and lean in to kiss you once more. Your hand tangles in his soft curls as your head rests on his chest, looking up at him.

“It’s snowing” You say, raising your eyebrows as Grayson grins widely. His hands trace random shapes onto your bare skin, the feeling making you relaxed. “Maybe we could take a walk?” He suggests and you hum a quiet ‘okay’. Both of you peacefully take in this lovely moment, a moment where you and no responsibilities or worries. Just here with one another.

That didn’t last long as you heard scratching against the bottom of the bed, looking down to see none other than Sledge, Grayson and Ethan’s dog. But from how much he adores you and Kristina, anyone would think he’s your dog. You quickly sit up to straddle Grayson, reaching down to carry Sledge up onto the bed.

“Gooodd Morning, my perfect boyy, I missed you so much. Yes I did, yes I did!” You exclaim excitedly, as you kiss Sledge all over his face. He gets excited, licking you to give you a kiss. Grayson could not bring himself to understand how you could kiss the dog directly on the lips, he could barely let the furry animal lick him.

Sledge leans up to lick Graysons face, tail wagging with excitement as Grayson smiled widely. “Good morning to you too, was hoping to have a little alone time with my girlfriend but I can share if you want” He talks to the dog, making you giggle.

Sledge lays his head on Graysons thigh, closing his eyes in content as you pet him. “Look at how cute he is! Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up!” You ramble to Grayson at the sight of the dog, making him laugh. Little did you know he was looking at you with the same look of admiration you were giving Sledge, his heart warming at the sight of you bonding with his dog.

“Can Sledge come with us on our walk? Please, I promise I won’t let go of his leash and he won’t get lost again! I even got him that adorable winter outfit with an ice cap and everything, Gray please-” You whine and Grayson laughs, leaving a kiss on your head. “Of course baby, we just need to get dressed”.

You got up and took out your warmest pair of sweatpants and one of Graysons hoodies, taking out a scarf and ice cap for you and Grayson. You weren’t wearing anything under Graysons shirt which you had slept with, so once you took it off, Grayson whistled making you blush. “Stop, Gray!” You whine making him chuckle.

He gets up from the bed to stand behind you as you looked through your closet for gloves, arms wrapping around your bare waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving slow kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, his scruff tickling you. “On second thought, maybe we could stay in instead?” Grayson mumbles. You let out a sigh of content as you leaned back into Graysons bare chest, indulging in the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Graysons hands trail up to your breasts, as he cups them lightly making your breath hitch in your throat. “Gray” You whimpered as you turned your head to face him, leaning in to connect your lips. You hum into the kiss as his fingers brush over your hardening buds, making your head spin.

Suddenly, Sledge barks loudly from the bed, interrupting the two of you. “Do you have to be such a cockblock all the time Sledge?” Grayson groans into the kiss, earning a giggle from you. You run your hands through his hair and pull away from him, “C’mon, get dressed so we can go”.

And both of you get dressed ten minutes later, now having finished dressing Sledge up. You went downstairs to pour some cereal into two bowls for Grayson and you, filling up two glasses of water as well.

Grayson and you quickly finish the breakfast and put on your shoes, along with your winter coats. You put Sledge’s leash on, with some difficulty due to his excitement. As you walk out, Grayson shuts the door behind you. He lightly jogs to reach you, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Coffee?”, knowing you already want coffee. “Coffee”. You head to a small coffee stand and order, Grayson pays for your drinks which you thank him for. You wait for your drink as Sledge tries to run around to escape the leash he had on. “You love walks that much, huh buddy?” Grayson chuckles as he leans down to pet the dog. A smile finds its way onto your face before you take the coffee, thanking the barista and handing Grayson his coffee.

Snuggling up to Grayson, you walk around the snowed out streets of Jersey. “God, I forget how much I miss living in Jersey” Grayson let’s out, eyes scanning the fairytale like scene in front of the both of you. “One day, maybe you will” You hum and he squeezes your waist. “We will” He corrects you as you blush, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s very confident of you to say about the future” You joke and he shrugs. “You are my future” Grayson replies softly as you both stop walking. “You think about stuff like that?” You almost whisper, feeling your heart warming by the second. “Yeah, ‘Course I do” Grayson mumbles, his hands resting on your hips to bring you closer to him.

He notices your blush, smiling lightly. “When we get married, we’ll move to Jersey. We’ll get three dogs, that I’ll hopefully not be allergic to, we’ll have kids — have a huge family, if y’want to it’s your body of course — take walks every day and grow old together with Sledge” Grayson continues, and you look at him in awe. “I really won the jackpot with you, didn’t I?” You laugh lightly, a hand of yours going to Graysons neck to lightly pull him towards you and kiss him softly.

He leans his head down, deepening your kiss. “I love you so much” Grayson mumbles into the kiss and you connect your lips once more. “I love you so much more” You let out, your eyes staring into his captivating hazel orbs. He smiles lightly, before turning his attention back to Sledge who had began to get a bit bored.

Sledge begins to get a bit tired, which you take notice of, so you pick him up and try to cheer him up. “Look, Sledge! Everything’s so pretty here!” You point out to him, not even noticing that you were using your baby voice. Grayson takes his phone out to take a picture of you as you were totally unaware, setting it as his lock screen.

He really had everything he needed at this very moment. And he hoped that in the future, he could still be able to say the exact same sentence with you by his side, always.

[blazedgraysons]

My So-Called Wife

Naomi and Grayson are settled into a seemingly boring marriage with one jarring secret that can threaten their lives.

A/N: lmao okay if anyone see this, i’m going to die. i started working on this au probably like 1.5 year ago and i found this draft. i know i said i was done with this blog but honestly i really loved this concept and tbh worked really fucking hard on it so i want to put it out there. this was inspired by mr. and mrs. smith and a tv show called imposters. this is also very unedited but if you see this hi ily and tysm for reading if you do🤍

warnings: there’s some smut and violence. that’s all. also it’s very long - i think the longest thing i’ve ever written.

Naomi never thought she could be so bored with a dick inside her.

Until now.

Her head falls to the side slightly, vision catching bright red numbers blinking back at her.

15 minutes.

Grayson had been thrusting inside her for 15 minutes. He’s not touching her though she can’t remember the last time he had. The silence in the room is almost deafening, Naomi more preoccupied with counting the seconds between each movement.

Her dress is still on and so is his shirt. She doesn’t remember the last time either of them were both actually naked -probably the last time he actually touched her.

“Are you okay?” His gruff voice pulls her from her thoughts, her in the middle of questioning whether he was actually enjoying this. She nods wordlessly, painting a sweet expression on her face.

“Dr. Braun said this would be good for us.”

Naomi didn’t need a reminder, the memory of the chubby, short, balding man permanently implanted in her mind. He had greeted them from a swivel chair, high enough where his feet couldn’t touch the ground. She was already annoyed before he asked his first question, wondering why he seemed so delighted in her failing marriage. He had peered at them over a pair of crescent moon glasses, watching as they both filled out the questionnaire he given them. However, that they didn’t stop Naomi from missing the way his eyes slowly trailed over her figure in her sundress before scribbling obnoxiously in his legal pad.

Grayson had felt the growing tension between them, a gnawing feeling in his stomach that hinted that they were on the brink of divorce. He had suggested couples counseling, and Naomi, ever committed to being a devoted wife, agreed. However, the more time she spent under Dr. Braun’s watchful eye, the more she was beginning to regret it.

“When’s the last time the two of you had sex?”

“Aren’t you supposed to lead into that question?” Her tone is icy, eyes narrowed accusingly.

He scribbles some more, and Naomi can feel her own pencil snap under her harsh grip. Grayson’s hand anchors her, watching as he mouths for her to relax.

“I believe it’s easier to find the root of the problems if the couple is having intimacy issues. Normally, if a partner can’t perform, they’re hiding something? Is there an issue with what I’m asking?”

“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t prefer to spend my time having my every action analyzed.” Naomi catches the words ‘defensive’ and ‘arrogant’ being written and she opens her mouth, ready for a fight.

“It’s probably been a while. More than six months, I think.” Grayson interrupts her, choosing to answer Dr. Braun’s question instead.

“Then I guess the real question remains-“ Dr. Braun smiles wickedly at the both of them. “Do you two have something to hide from another?”

“I believe I’m pretty honest with her; there’s nothing I would hide from Naomi.” Grayson’s answer is earnest, heartfelt, saying everything Naomi isn’t. Naomi watches the way he fidgets, twisting his wedding band as he answer. Dr. Braun hums, scribbling some more before facing her.

“And do you?”

“ Do I what, Doctor?” She sneers, tapping her foot.

“Do you have something to hide?”

A loud snore startles her, bringing her back to the present. She turns to see her husband fast asleep.

Typical.

She waits a beat, counting to ten in her head to make sure he’s actually sleeping before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, sock-clad feet touching the ground.

She walks through their ensuite to their closet making sure to lock the door behind her. At the very end stands a mahogany armoire, one she had first bought with Grayson at an antique sale. He never realized its true purpose.

She pushes it slightly to the side, revealing a loose floorboard. When she removes the plank, she’s greeted to the sight of two large duffle bags.

So, yes. She was hiding something, something jeopardizing to both their lives. She sets aside the first bag, unzipping the second one.

Multiple passports, a ziploc bag full of cash, a burner phone. She takes another look at the file hidden underneath, a penlight tucked between her lips.

Name: Grayson Dolan

Age: 25

Occupation: Tech Consultant

A smiling picture falls from underneath the documents and she brings it closer to her face, examining his features slowly.

She was no stranger to the black widow op, seducing a wealthy man to take his money and leaving with nothing in return. It was practically how she survived, always receiving a generous cut from her agency.

This, however, was different. Grayson happened to work at a reputable tech agency that had been stealing money from her boss, embezzling him out of a quarter of his net worth in under four years, and a lot was riding on her ability to figure out how to get this money back. She flips through the documents again, scanning through her assignment outline. She was supposed to find a way into Grayson’s life, sneak her way into his job and get access to documents of proof of fraud. It should have been simple enough, over and done with in less than a year. Somehow, Grayson had found a permanence into her life. She had gotten used to waking up beside him and falling asleep to his soft snores in the evening,

A sparkle catches her eye and she looks down at her left hand, flashlight illuminating her wedding ring. A sign of broken promises and a marriage already built on a foundation of lies. She tucks the diamond under her finger, revealing the script embedded on the bottom.

Naomi Dolan - April 2022

Two years. She should’ve have been in and out, done with this in an under a year and yet she was heading into her third year of marriage. And everyday it was getting harder to differentiate between what was real and what was fake.

She sighs again, clicking her flashlight off and placing everything back in its original spot before falling asleep in her usual her spot next to Grayson.

When she wakes up, birds are chirping loudly outside the window, reminding her that she’s stuck in another day of suburbia.

She follows their unspoken routine, having fallen into a comfortable routine with Grayson. Everyday is the same.

They’ll wake up and brush their teeth, neither of them speaking, just stealing glances through the mirror. Naomi will leave for work, kissing him on the cheek before driving to work, where Grayson believed she’s simply an accountant. In reality, she’s at her agency, figuring out how to take whoever her boss is focused on down. Around 3:30, she’ll come home where she’ll sneak around and hope that today is the day Grayson would be careless enough to leave some information lying around before he comes home to her at 6, a hot-dinner laid out on the table waiting for him.

Everyday is the same.

“How was your day at work?” He’ll ask her.

Memories will through her head, laying the scene out like a flip book. Victim unrelenting to give information, another blood stained shirt tucked underneath the floorboard so he won’t find it.

She’ll sip her wine, coyly smiling over the glass. “Troublesome. And you?”

But today he does something different, breaking their scripted out day.

“We’re having a Christmas party, black-tie. It’s this Friday and I’d like it if you come with me, sweetheart?

Naomi hums, acknowledging his statement. In her mind, a Christmas party surrounded by a bunch of tech bros was the closest thing to Hell she could get.

“Dr.Braun said we should try to spend more time together. Said it’ll help with our marriage.” Naomi fights the urge to roll her eyes.

Another terrible suggestion by that terrible man.

“Andras is the head of another company. It’s supposed to be a merging gala, whatever that means.”

Andras?

Naomi perks up at the mention of that name, that was interesting to her.

Andras Graves had been one of the top marks her agency had been watching for the past year or so, taking over Grayson’s company in under two months. He was born into wealth, a trust fund baby that grew into a powerful man by the age of 22. He controlled over half the technical information in the western United States and having him on your side was valuable.

Having his information was even better.

“You didn’t tell me Andras was becoming CEO of both the companies.” She ask, hoping her tone remains steady enough to sound inconspicuous.

He twists his wedding band.

“We didn’t know until this morning.”

“Well, I would love to come then. Get to know this new CEO of yours.”

Grayson twists his wedding band again before smiling back up at her.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

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There’s really only three essential rules to a long term con: always stick to your story, never let your identity become comprised and never cross-disguise.

Fortunately Naomi had always been good at dress-up, playing pretend and leading a new identity. The more you do it however, the less glamorous it starts to become.

She adjusts her janitor uniform, pulling at the baggy pant legs. Her hair is tucked under an itchy and hot blonde wig. She knows how to remain unseen, unnoticeable to the passing eye. She keeps her head low, eyes downward as she pushes her cleaning cart through the bustling crowd.

Grayson’s company he works at surprises Naomi, a large high-rise with big glass windows and screens everywhere. Some displaying the news, some displaying stock information and others being used for presentations. The more Naomi looks, the more what she’s seeing makes less sense - so unnecessarily big as if to distract from something.

She continues walking, looking all around her and praying she knows what she’s looking for when she sees it. Doors to an evil lair, henchmen guarding an entry way or even a giant neon sign screaming ‘evil shit goes on here’. However, nothing useful catches her attention.

“Grayson, Andras wanted to see you later.” Naomi’s head whips back, spotting the way Grayson is walking right towards her. Instantly, she knows that regardless of whatever wig she has on, Grayson’s perceptive enough to recognize the supposed love of his life.

She takes in her surroundings, scanning for a quick exit but not seeing anything that will get her out of his way. He’s grows closer and Naomi holds her breath she’s running out of time until he’s close enough to see her. She tucks her head even further down, pulling down her wig to cover her face before rushing past him. She sees her getaway, walking through a pair of double doors, sighing out when she can lock them behind her.

“Excuse me?”

She turns around. Sitting behind a broad desk was none other than Andras. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing a pale face. Everything about him is classically handsome except for his eyes, laced with vice and deceit.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just need to clean your office.” She slips into a airy French accent, hoping he’ll go along with no questions.

“Doesn’t cleaning normally come on Tuesdays?”

Life can never be easy, can it?

“The woman who normally comes is out sick, sent me here today instead.”

“Really, is Florence okay?” He smiles at her, almost amused as if he’s picking up on something she isn’t.

She swallows deeply. “She’s fine, just a brief touch of appendicitis.”

“Very well. Do I need to be in here or-?”He walks over to her, staring her down with such an intensity that Naomi starts to feel nervous - a rare feeling for her.

“I’ll be just a second.” She assures, slightly pushing him out of his office.

She takes a deep breath, standing in front of his desktop set up. Naomi unclips her bracelet, placing the flash drive into his computer before copying most of the documents onto there.

“C’mon, c’mon.” She whispers under her breath, eyes hurriedly focused on the loading bar. The computer dings, and she sighs out, clipping her bracelet back on before walking out. Not paying attention, she carelessly walks into the person standing outside, hand half-raised in a knock.

“Woah, watch out.” Two strong arms steady her, pulling her upright before she falls to the ground.

Hazel eyes meet green.

“Naomi?” Grayson asks.

She releases himself from his hold, quickly walking past him and into the crowd. She turns around to see him following her and begins to walk even faster, ditching her janitor cart to move through the crowd easier. Her heart is racing, the rapid thumping deafening to her ears.

“Naomi, wait!”

Grayson grabs her wrist, finally catching up to her and turning her so she’s facing him. She watches as he looks over properly, fully taking in who’s in front of him.

Naomi’s been trained to read emotions since a young age, gather what somebody is feeling in just a second based off of facial expressions and body language alone. She’s expecting confusion, panic, even anger. She knows how Grayson is supposed to react.

Instead, he surprises her. His whole demeanor radiates calmness, not even fazed by the chase she had just put him through.

He drops her wrist and smiles calmly, not even missing a beat.

“Sorry, I must’ve mistaken you for somebody I know. You have a familiar face.” He turns the other way, hands in his pocket as if he hadn’t just caught her parading around as another woman.

She stands in the middle of the lobby, still trying to calm the anxiety racing through her body. Mostly, she’s confused. She’s always been able to read Grayson like the back of her hand, growing in tune to what he’s feeling just from studying so long. So she knows she hadn’t missed the main emotion written clearly on his face:

Recognition.

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High stakes jobs require a level of calmness that are usually uncommon in most people. Naomi’s always prided herself on being a rational person, always able to stay calm in even the most stressful of situations.

“It’s done. I can’t do this anymore, I gotta get out. Call me when you get this.” are the first words out of her mouth when she’s in the car. She’s already called her agency, panic weaving it’s way through her burner phone. She’s unsure why she so rattled by her experience with Grayson, but something is off.

He should’ve reacted - yelled, responded or even yanked her away, or even explain to his coworkers - ‘Hi, sorry my wife is certifiably insane. No she doesn’t not work here and I don’t know why she’s dressed like this.’

She doesn’t understand why he remained calm, but ever nerve in her body is on red, screaming at her to run. She whips her car into her driveway and immediately crosses into her house, running up the stairs to head straight for the mahogany dresser in the back of the closet. She pushes it to the side, opening the second duffle bag to reveal her go-bag. She changes immediately, throwing on leggings and a black t-shirt with a baseball cap. She pulls off he gun taped to the back of the dresser, and almost as quickly as she ran in, she’s leaving, headed straight towards Grayson’s office on the first floor. She opens up the safe, hidden behind a giant painting, and grabs all the cash from inside stuffing that into her duffle bag.

It’s not until she’s halfway out the window that she notices something’s not right.

“Fuck, fuck!” She screams. Her bracelet is missing, panic rapidly rising throughout her body. She’s sitting one leg out the window when she hears dinging, loud noises coming from the thin Macbook in the middle of his desk. She walks over, clicking on the first folder that’s finished uploading.

Files are being uploaded to a cloud, documents after documents. She recognizes them, files that she had just copied from Andras’ desktop. Financial records of embezzlement, records of larceny and assault. Everything she was supposed to take back to her agency was being uploaded right in front of her eyes.

She drops her bag in shock, finally piecing everything together. Too caught up in making sure Grayson hadn’t recognized her, she had missed the way he had grabbed her wrist, hands deep in his pocket as he was leaving. She tries to steady her breathing, panic intensifying as she watches all of her work from the past two years go down the drain. Watching as everything she’s worked for slowly fall into the hands of her enemy.

She opens the last file, pictures of her loading the screen. As expected, Grayson had been watching her, longer than she had thought. Old ID’s, street cam photos, anything connected to her or another identity was being uploaded for Andras and his team to see. The final photo in the series is a picture from their wedding, Her smiling at the camera, happiness almost mocking Naomi’s utter despair at the realization that she is most literally a dead woman. Her identity being revealed puts everyone she works for at risk, and her agency doesn’t take that risk too lightly. Her burner buzzes a few times, and she takes a deep breath before reading the lone text waiting for her.

Identity compromised. Kill Grayson Dolan.

When Grayson started working for Andras, he hadn’t expected to be caught up in a criminal ring. He had taken a security job in his early 20’s, knowing that it paid well and was enough to keep him afloat until the next thing came along. He hadn’t expected to quickly rise up into Andras inner circle.

Everyone knew Andras was involved in some shady organizations; you don’t become as powerful as he did without a few skeletons in your closet. The closer he got to Andras, he realized he was actually in the midst of a graveyard.

He shouldn’t have been too surprised then when Andras approached him a year ago, dropping simple files revealing the true identity of his wife. Andras had explained the whole thing to him: how he had stolen some money from an ex-partner whom Naomi worked for, and she was helping to get revenge. He explained how she had been after him for years with no success and claimed how easy it would be for Grayson to get rid of her. It was practically perfect since she would never expect for her target con to be the one to take her down.

Grayson knew he should be angry, knew he should feel betrayed for being played a fool. However the only feeling was a sickness of listening to how disposable Andras thought his wife was. Luckily, it never got to that point.

In reality, the best way to avoid a takedown is to know what the other side has planned. And Naomi had dropped that precious information into their lap.

Apparently, she had gotten really desperate - actually showing up to his job in order to snoop around. And he wouldn’t have known her true intentions if he hadn’t noticed the bracelet, a gaudy piece of silver that he hadn’t recognized. She normally preferred daintier pieces and when he had finally had a chance to touch it, he recognized it for what it was. A hidden flash drive.

After that, everything practically fell into place. Knowing which files her agency deemed important, it was easy to cover Andras tracks. Delete whatever information they needed the most and the best part was he didn’t even have to confront Naomi.

Grayson just hoped Naomi would’ve been smart enough to flee, get far away from the house by the time he got home.

He sends a silent prayer to the universe before opening the door.

“Hi honey! How are you doing?” She’s chopping vegetables, music playing through the speakers.

Apparently the universe doesn’t listen.

She’s changed since the last time he saw her, obviously not wearing the grimy janitor outfit home. Instead she’s wearing all black - down to her running shoes. She’s finishing up the salad, a large dinner already set out on their expansive dining table. For a moment, Grayson can almost pretend like it’s normal. That they’ll sit down and he’ll ask her about her day. Almost pretend like none of today’s weirdness had even happened.

Naomi continues to hum along, At Last playing softly through the speakers. He recognizes the melody almost immediately, taken back to their wedding day when they had danced together - officiating their title as a couple. He had always loved that song, but Naomi refused to play it - claiming she didn’t want to taint her perfect memories to it. His face darkens as it always does when he thinks about their supposed past - how none of it was real to her anyways.

“Sit down, honey. Dinner will be ready soon.” She calls out, and she turns the music up louder while he obeys, walking into their dining room. He listens closely, recognizing that what he thought was humming is actually the soft murmurs of conversation. He strains, trying to listen, but all he can focus on is Etta James crooning.

He knows his wife is a smart woman, that she would have already pieced together what happened today. Theres no reason why she wouldn’t have left, already halfway across the world and away from him.

Unless there was something forcing her to stay.

He walks over to their china cabinet, reaching in the back to grab a hidden gun.

“You read my mind, honey. Grab the wedding glasses, please.” Grayson freezes, not from Naomi’s sudden presence behind him. He hadn’t even realized she had entered the room, setting down the salad bowl in the center of the table. He pauses at the word honey - the third time she’s called him that in less than five minutes. She never calls him pet names - even when they were dating. She always claimed she hated the cliche and while he was quick to shower her with sweethearts, babes and darlings, she always kept quiet.

The warning signs were always really there and Grayson curses himself for being too blind to recognize them.

Naomi is just as calm as she was in the kitchen, blinking at him owlishly as if wondering what’s taking him so long to grab those glasses and sit down. As he joins her, pouring a glass of wine and sitting across from her, he starts to wonder if he’s crazy. If Andras actually got it all wrong and Naomi isn’t who he thinks it is. The woman who is sitting across from him does not have the demeanor of someone who is waiting for their death - knowing powerful people are hunting her down. He swallows, taking a large swallow before looking at her.

He almost believes himself until he notices her hand, gaze flickering between her coy smile and her ring finger as she takes her own sip of her drink. In the entirety of their marriage, she has never gone without her ring. It had become a source of comfort for him, being able to look down and see the Tiffany ring on her finger - even when he knew the marriage was fake. She taps her ring finger on her glass, grabbing his attention and he recognizes the action for what it is. A silent message that the sham is over, that they both know the others game. She clears her throat softly before speaking.

“I know its not a special occasion, but I thought we should have a nice dinner anyways. We’ve been having so much trouble with our marriage and Dr. Braun did say spending time together was important.” She couldn’t hide her smile if she tried, and Grayson swallows as she throws his earlier words back in his face. He looks at all of his favorite food in front of him, a steak with mashed potatoes and salad in front of him. She never cooks like this for him, always settling for something simple and quick. He honestly didn’t even know that she knew how to cook this well, and almost cuts into his food before he stops.

Naomi is still staring at him expectantly, not even having moved to touch her own food. He pauses before looking down at his own plate, noticing a pile of white powder dumped on his potatoes. The pile was too large to be a seasoning and almost sat on top of his food like a mountain of snow. Naomi’s plate was missing the powder, and he turns his own plate away, biting into the steak instead.

He hopes she’s not cliche enough to poison him.

Naomi simply smiles, grabs some powder from a bowl and places it on her own food before taking a large bite.

“Emilia, the neighbor, brought back this special salt from Chile. She said it made every dish she tried better, and we both know how my cooking is. I didn’t put it on the steak though so it might taste a little,” She pauses before taking another bite of her salad completely avoiding her steak “different.”

He glares at her hard before swallowing his own bite.

“On second thought, darling - I’m not that hungry.” She nods getting up to collect both their dishes and for the millionth time that evening, he’s surprised by how calm she’s being. How can she act like everything is fine between them? Like this is just another day in their lives. Anger slightly swells in his chest and he speaks before thinking when she stands next to him.

“Y’know, the weirdest thing happened today. Saw a woman at my job who looked exactly like you.” She pauses before grabbing his steak knife, setting it on top of the other dirty dishes. He shouldn’t have done that. He doesn’t know what she knows and he could’ve at least pretended to be clueless. Maybe she really didn’t know he knew, and now he’s jeopardized everything.

“Weird.” is her only response and she walks back into the kitchen. He’s silent, planning an escape route before she can bring out dessert. The music is turned off and he’s never felt a quietness this loud before . Beads of sweat start forming at his hairline.. Something is wrong.

He just barely ducks underneath the dining table before the bullets make their way through the wall. He hears glass shatter, and immediately knows what’s been hit. Once her round is finished, he waits for the tell-tale clicks of a gun being reloaded before diving to grab the gun hidden in the china cabinet. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to do so before rounds are being fired off again. He inhales sharply when a bowl breaks above him. The shootings done almost as quickly as it started and the quietness is back. He holds his breath, listening to her footsteps walk in before standing up and shooting in her direction. Her eyes widen, taking in the fact that he’s very much still alive and darts back from where she came, hiding from his shots.

He walks out from his hiding spot, surveying the damage around him. Glass litters the entire dining room floor, bullet holes decorating their once-perfect yellow walls. He walks around to the entry foyer, turning in a circle to find a sign of to where she could have gone.

A zipping noise, steak knife literally cutting the tension in the air. He swipes his face, spreading sticky blood along his cheekbone. Of course, she had nicked him.

“Your aim is worse than your cooking, sweetheart.” He calls out. The house is silent in response, him starting to slowly move up the stairs.

He pauses at the top, cocking his gun and letting his finger hover over the trigger. His first thought is the master bedroom, quietly walking to the other side of the hallway. He makes it halfway before another load of gunshots works its way through the doors. Grayson quickly jumps over the banister, landing in the living room below. Naomi continues firing bullets below, using the upward angle as an advantage. He manages to craw into the next room, obstructed from her eagle-eye view. He knows she’s heading down the stairs and he’s getting tired of the cat-and-mouse chase.

“Sweetheart?” He calls out, “ Let’s tal-“

He’s interrupted by a load of gun shots, bullets breaking through the wall. It instantly wrecks, furniture flying everywhere and pieces of wood piling in the middle of the living room. Naomi fires three rounds before her bullets run out, silence calling out to her.

“You still alive, baby?” Her tone is cocky, arrogant and when she rounds the corner where she expected Grayson to be waiting for her, she’s confused when she doesn’t see anything. She walks slowly over destroyed furniture, moving things aside in order to find her missing husband.

“Grayson?” She whispers.

A firm grip behind her grabs her neck and pulls her around to face him. Naomi finds herself eye-to-eye with his gun, and she swallows deeply. She braces herself, watching as his face watches her own, staring deeply into his eyes. She’s silent, wishing to herself how things could’ve been different, ended differently. She silently asks Grayson to forgive her for what she’s done.

“You got me.” She whispers, and Grayson just stares at her, sighing before releasing his hold on her.

“Get out of here.” He whispers back, and before Naomi can say anything else, he’s gone.

{there was like another 3k words to this but i never finished that part completely. anyways hi and thank u for reading this if you see this note🤍🤍🤍}

[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😌

[deluxedolans]

coming home stressed from college and grayson making you cuddle with him

hi angel!

grayson would baby the shit out of you 🥺 he would insist that you don’t work on any school work and do all the essentials to make sure you are as relaxed as possible.

- he def has some of his clothes laid out for you before you even get home because he could hear the wobble in your voice when you hung up the phone and told him you were on your way home

- he gets your skin care ready for you on the bathroom counter (makeup wipes out, face cloth, face wash, and moisturizer all laid out so you don’t even have to take them out)

- just holds you and brushes your hair back as you vent about your day, giving you reassuring nods in the right places

- if you need a stress-cry he’s holding you so tight, brushing your tears off your face with his huge thumbs and burying your face in his chest so he can try and comfort you as much as he can

- you def fall asleep with your head on his chest and with your hair everywhere because you passed out from exhaustion. he doesn’t even bother moving you over to your side of the bed either. he just leaves you asleep and flopped on top of him. although he does move you a bit so he can reach over to plug your phone into the charger

[hcdolanstan]

I made a tic tok and it’s my first one and I’m very proud lmao

[reblogdolan]

Kinda wanna that “grayson gets mad at y/n and then is sad bc he upset her” or something like that.... I’m a sucker for a good make up story 😁 please and thank you!!

One of my fav plotlines. This does mention reader getting scared by gray but nothing violent happens just the mention of it. If that triggers you in any way please do not read.

Y/N had been busy at work not able to see Grayson much during the current week. Grayson had been busy filing and hadn’t really had time to talk to her. Tonight was the night they were going to be able to hang out together for the first time in a while and they were both very excited. Y/N got ready to head over to the Dolan house. Once she got there she walked right into Grayson’s room to see him sitting shirtless on his desk chair editing his video. She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before going to sit on his bed knowing that when he was in editing mode he didn’t really pay attention to anything else. But an hour passed and then another and she was starting to grow annoyed. She wanted him, craved him any part of him. She just wanted to be close. So when she saw him getting frustrated and bang his hands on his desk she just wanted to be next to him. She remembers another time when this happened because it happens often. The twins work late finishing videos when things don’t go to plan all the time. Usually, she could distract Gray for a bit and then he would finish quicker after just needing a quick boost of energy from her. Other times she would just sit next to him while he finished just to be close. Y/N soon learned that this time was so different from the others. See what Y/N didn’t know was that they had to refilm this video this morning because the footage got lost. She didn’t know that he had been editing all day and still wasn’t done. She didn’t know that for the past hour the program kept freezing. See Gray wanted to be close to her too he wanted to feel her touch, but he also knew he needed to get this video out. He just wished he didn’t have to deal with it tonight. He was already tired from today and he didn’t want to have to edit all night but that is what it seemed like it was turning out to be. Gray was getting close to finishing the video when the program froze again his fist connecting with the desk he was sitting at. Y/N came over to him rubbing his shoulders as she came around to the front of him placing a quick kiss to his forehead. 

“Baby why don’t you take a break”

“I can’t Y/N” The tone he had was cold, colder than with Gray was angry. She could sense that he was at his breaking point soon. She wanted to help him, wanted him to take a short break even if that meant her editing for him, which she had also done before.

“Baby take a break and I’ll edit for you” She went to click but gray had pushed her hand away causing her to delete a line of the edit. His face instantly dropping stone cold. He pushed out of the chair. See both Grayson and Y/N knew that he could just hit undo and it would all come back but to Gray, at that moment nothing but more work could fix what Y/N had done. He had hit his breaking point and Y/N knew instantly because though Gray can get mad he had never once looked directly into her face while she was basically up against a wall and yelled at her like he was doing right then. 

“See this is why I don’t need your fucking help Y/N you always fucking ruin everything, always fucking break everything. And you see. You see now I have to work fucking longer than I would have because you had to try to fucking help” The yelling was directed at her eye contact held the entire time. All she saw was the pure anger in his face. Until his hand raised and she flinched back. See gray wasn’t going to hit her he was going to rub his hand through his hair like he always did when he was angry or frustrated but this was different to Y/N. Gray did not get angry at her often. And like mentioned previously he always yelled, in general, he never yelled directly at her so when she saw his hand came up it instantly made her recoil. 

She watched Gray’s hand run through his hair after she stepped back, but she always watched as his face turned from hard to soft instantly. He looked at her and then to the door as he began to walk out. Y/N wanted to chase after him but she also knew that he may be just needed time to his self. But she didn’t hear his car start like it usually would after they fought. No, this time instead as she sat down on his bed, she watched him through the window. She watched him walk out the back door and sit down on the concrete near the pool his knees pulled to his chest his hands around them and his face buried down. She saw him shaking, saw his body jolting from the emotions running through him. See most girls probably would have ran, but Y/N was different, she knew Gray. Y/N knew Gray would never hurt her no matter how angry or upset with her she was she knew that he would never ever do anything to hurt her. She knew he needed time and she watched Ethan walk out to him. She knew she had time to kill because she didn’t want to interrupt Ethan and Gray so she sat at his computer undoing what she had deleted and spent 20 mins fixing the rest of the video and starting the export. She watched Ethan walk into the house while Gray’s shaking form stayed on the ground. Usually, Grayson would be fine after talking to Ethan, Ethan could usually get him out of his head. Y/N was scared that he was deep into his anxiety now. She knew she needed to talk to him now she knew she needed him maybe even more then he needed her at that moment. So she headed out to see him and as she walked to the back she passed Ethan on the way

“He’s really upset”

“I know”

“he shouldn’t have done that though, I mean the way he was yelling”

“I know”

“But he’d never hurt you”

“I know E, I’m upset but I’m not mad at him he was stressed but look next time you guys have to spend time fixing a video maybe take some of the editing from him, I mean I don’t know if you were doing other stuff but Gray needs help sometimes too. You know how he gets he needs you too”

“I should’ve helped him earlier I know but”

“Look I’d love to talk this out with you E, I really honestly would but I need your brother right now”

“He needs you to” Ethan walked away as she walked out the house sliding the glass door closed behind her. She walked right up to Gray instantly dropping to the ground next to him. He pushed away slightly not wanting to be a reason she was afraid.

“Gray” he looked to her the whisper of his name cracking as she spoke it

“Y/N I”

“I know Gray, it’s okay”

“It’s not. I should have never have been yelling at you regardless of what I planned to do with my hand you were scared of me. Your face, you were, you were terrified of the way I was yelling and, fuck I just. I’m sorry”

“I know you are, I know your sorry Gray and that’s all that matters” his body instantly fell into hers as she felt the shaking from his body. “Gray, baby stop, your gonna get yourself into a panic”

““I don’t want you to ever be scared of me. The fear that was in your eyes and written all over your face is something I never wanna see in my life again Y/N. I never want you to…” 

“Baby look at me, I trust you. I trust you to keep me safe. I trust you to not hurt me. I trust you okay” With a kiss to his lips the passion coursing through Gray grabbed her into a hug.

“Let’s go inside Gray” She stood up leading him into his bedroom as she climbed right into his bed moving the covers for him to get in as well.

“Baby I gotta finish”

“Already done Gray”

“Wha, what?”

“I finished it up when you went outside there was only a little left it’s exporting now”

“You finished it even when I yelled at you, even when I”

“Gray I told you, I know who you are. that moment doesn’t define you. You needed help you were upset and frustrated so yeah I finished it even though you yelled. I’ll always be there Gray”

“I love you”

“I love you too, now come cuddle me”

“Don’t have to ask me twice” Doing what you knew best just shut him up, you reached up and kissed him. 

[honestandsincere]

Imagine y/n stumbling upon frat!grayson whilst he’s slouched against the wall outside of Beta Pi Delta, his head hung in between his legs. He isn’t intoxicated, far from it in fact. He’d managed to escape the mania inside, desperately lumbering through the hordes of freshmen towards the open French doors that lead out onto the backyard. Grayson just needed air, the proper kind that wasn’t polluted with smoke and breath and sweat. He needed to breathe.

Y/n doesn’t know what to do, she’d only come out to look for her friends, expecting to see them sharing a joint or something. But the yard is deserted, the lights from the pool illuminating its grimy tiles and the cheap plastic lanterns adorning the decking have long run out of power. She’s closed the glass door behind her out of respect for the scantily dressed girls inside, not wanting them to get cold. Consequently the music isn’t as deafening having been reduced to murmured melodies and pounding basslines. Y/n sighs in disappointment whilst wrapping her arms around herself in the chill night-time air, exhausted from all the dancing and mingling she’s done. Then she spots him, slumped against the stained brick. She can barely make out his silhouette against the looming shadows of the house, but deciding that it’s for the best that she checks up on him, she strides over. As y/n gets closer, she can see the broad curve of his back rising and falling rhythmically and the way his arms are hooked over his knees, as though he’d fall apart if he wasn’t holding himself in place. Y/n’s a few paces from him when she clears her throat softly. Grayson can’t bring himself to open his eyes, let alone look upwards to examine who had come to disturb him. This bemuses her as she’s certain it’s part of human instinct to acknowledge a being that’s approaching you, defence mechanisms and all that jazz. But the folded boy makes no attempt to recognise her presence, which only prompts her to take a few more steps towards him. She’s close enough to distinguish who he is, galvanising her into a brief state of catatonia. What was Grayson Dolan doing hiding from his own party?

Y/n knew Ethan through their shared Eng Lit tutorials together, they’d bonded over their intense dislike for the academic that runs the sessions. That professor litters his presentations with weird jokes that could easily be deemed beyond offensive, to which y/n and Ethan turn to each other ferociously wide-eyed with several bones to pick. Through Ethan, y/n knew Grayson. Well, she knows of him; they’ve never been formally introduced, but he’s campus royalty and she doesn’t live under a rock. However, y/n does live in a fairly acceptable apartment complex a short walk from Beta Pi Delta and somehow gets regular invites to crazy fraternity parties that are more fun then she’d care to admit, hence why she’s there tonight. “Uh, you ok?” she manages to ask, her tone purposefully soft. Grayson can’t say he recognises her voice, he’d half expected his intruder to leave after he’d paid them no attention. The last thing he wants to do right now is explain himself. “I could go get you some water if you’d like?” y/n continues, trying to be as tentative as possible. Grayson exhales audibly through his nose, as though to compose himself, before lolling his head backwards against the wall. His eyes land on her as she towers over him, her arms still clinging to her frame, dressed in some jeans that seem really comfortable and a black top that makes her look like a character from a 90s sitcom. Tiny silver earrings hang from her lobes and they sparkle in the darkness, illuminated by an unknown light source. He knows who she is and she’s really pretty. “No, I’m good thanks, y/n.” he rasps, eyes frantically trying to focus on her. “Oh!” she’s taken aback by the concept of him being aware of her existence. “Ethan’s pointed you out to me on many occasions,” Grayson half laughs, “if that’s what you’re wondering.” “Ok.” is all she can muster as a reply. An awkward silence settles over them with no intention of shifting until one of them breaks the quiet. Y/n doesn’t know what to do with herself, not wanting to leave him alone in the cold but also too scared to bombard him with her presence. Grayson continues to study her in the dim light, happy it was her that found him out there and not some alcohol-riddled mongrel of a fraternity brother that wants him to open another keg. She looks over her shoulder to give her something to do, pretending to continue to look for her girls. “I’m ok.” he says. She turns back to look at him, her gaze dancing over his figure. He looks drained, purple indentations under his darkened eyes juxtaposing his words. “Really?” “Yeah honestly, I just needed some air.” he shifts his head so he’s looking downwards again and she decides that she doesn’t like it when he looks away. “Not to be rude, but you sound like you’re lying.”

Instant regret pulses through her as soon as the words slip past her lips. She knows that when someone says they’re fine, more often than not they really aren’t and even more often than that they don’t want to talk about it. Y/n goes to turn away but she’s stopped by his voice. “I need some advice.” He declares. “Ok, do you want me to give it to you?” “If you wanna. Sit with me.” So she does. She lowers herself down so her back is pressed against the rough brick, scooping her legs up into her arms like he’s done. Y/n’s arm is pressed against his and he’s cold. “What do girls mean when they say you’re just not what they want?” he chuckles bitterly, leaning his head back against the wall again giving her a perfect view of his side-profile. “I don’t think that’s something exclusively said by girls.” she furrows her brow in amused confusion. “Really? I get it all the time.” “Ouch. That’s brutal.” “Yeah, it is.” he turns to look at her and smiles at her wincing. “Is that why you’re out here?” “Sort of.” “Do you wanna elaborate?” she’s acutely aware of her need to let him lead the conversation.

He begins explaining that Chelsea, a girl he had been set up with via his friend Bryce who also happens to be a girl y/n can’t say she knows, had been invited to the party tonight as Grayson’s sort of almost date. Grayson tells y/n that he has an awful track record when it comes to girls, he says he always falls too hard too fast and starts romanticising them in his head until he’s left with the harsh reality that she isn’t as great or as nice as he wants her to be. But Chelsea had seemed quite pleasant and Bryce’s persuasion skills were surprisingly strong, so Grayson had texted her for a few weeks. He says that he really opened up to her, yet was haunted by this feeling that she knew him better than he knew her. Chelsea couldn’t have been more disinterested, not even if she tried and it all climaxed tonight in the kitchen when she’d confessed she really only wanted to get to know Ethan and she’d heard Grayson was relatively easy. In a moment of bitter disappointment and unexpected hurt Grayson needed to breathe, so he’d escaped into the comforts of the cold empty night.

“God, that’s awful,” y/n gasps quietly, “I’m sorry.” “It’s not like you did anything, y/n.” he laughs but it’s sad and half-hearted. “Still, the whole situation sucks.” “Yeah I guess. I just feel as though I won’t ever be what people want. I’m not like Ethan, I’m not effortlessly confident or witty or book-smart. I have to work for what I want and he just seems to get things without trying.”

They’re enveloped in silence, but it’s not as stifling as the first one. Y/n feels comfortable in his presence despite barely knowing him and he feels as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, a weight he didn’t realise he’d been carrying. “I think you’re a catch, Grayson.” she whispers, “I mean I don’t know you but I really do think you’re pretty special.” He doesn’t know what to say. Pretty, smart girls don’t usually take him seriously. “And you may not see what I see, but just know that I think you’re great. It may be an incredibly humble opinion, but it’s a valid one nonetheless.”

“Thank you for listening.” is all he says, staring at her with so much adoration he can’t determine how it’s going to manifest. She grins back at him, “Of course, Dolan. If you ever want to talk again, I’m here.”

Y/n manages to coax him to his feet, taking both of his large hands in hers and pulling him gently back into the house. She tells him she won’t leave him if he doesn’t want her to and he wraps one of his muscular arms around her shoulder and tugs her tenderly into his side. They walk back into the party in each other’s arms, giggling at something y/n had said about the house smelling like the devil’s armpit.

Y/n and Grayson spend the rest of the night completely immersed in one another. He introduces her to his fraternity brothers, each of them elbowing him in the ribs and raising their eyebrows suggestively when her back is turned. Y/n is reunited with her friends who stare, utterly mesmerised by the Adonis that now seems to be little y/n’s closest confidante. Grayson can’t wipe the smile from his face as him and y/n seem to accumulate a small crowd of mutual friends and as she’s dragged away by one of her girls who is desperate for y/n to tell her everything, he can’t help but feel gorgeously content.

“You’re smitten, Gray!” Ethan laughs, slinging an arm around his younger brother, “She won’t hurt you, she has no bad bone in her body – they’re made of stardust or something.” “Tell me about it.”

She fell for him as he fell for her, slowly but unabashedly. Weeks later, y/n and Grayson are sat facing one another in the campus coffee shop, licking whipped cream off teaspoons. This was their second official date and it couldn’t have gone more swimmingly. Ethan had warned him not to get too invested too quickly, telling him that just because y/n had called him cute or whatever, it didn’t mean she was in love with him. But y/n found herself slipping into that delicious bliss that only comes with matching wits perfectly with someone. She knows Grayson like the back of her hand and she can’t get enough of him. “This is perfect,” Grayson sighs taking a sip of his hot cocoa. “I know, the marshmallows are to die for!” She grins this breathtaking kilowatt smile. “Yeah, the company’s not too bad either.”

I hope you enjoyed this little Grayson piece! I really can’t tell whether I like it or not, but I wanted to post something because of all the lovely comments I’ve received. Again, feel free to send me asks or concepts or suggestions! - K 💘

[definitelydolans]

Coachella with the twins would include...

In honor of Coachella, I thought that this would be cute fun and fresh thing to make! In all seriousness though guys, festivals are my all time favorite like just thing in the world. Just the aesthetics, the music, the good vibes, and Coachella is kinda hitting me right in my feels... I want to go so bad yall.

Also, this is boyfriend!twin and best friend!twin, so you can insert what you prefer!

okay, so yall already know that you’d help them with their outfits, helping them with stuff that matches and go well together

you actually tagged along with Grayson when he was picking out his outfit for Ethan (when in reality it was Ethan that needed the help)

and of course, they would help you pick yours as well

and if one of your outfits was slightly more, revealing than the others, they would like it but be a little worried, knowing how some people can be at festivals (but he would secretly love it and take so many pictures of you that day....)

they would SO get you hype for Tame Impala and Cudi Like you could barely know who they were but by the time Coachella came around, they would have you knowing every word to every damn song

Ethan trying to teach you and Gray the little dance that he does

Watching Grayson fail to do it right

Ethan was so excited when he got his Jeep all cleaned and pretty

“Oh my god did you see the jeep, did you see how shiny and pretty?”

the drive to the valley would be hYPE

I feel like you would fight for the front seat, but honestly you let the boys be boys and be idiots together in the front.

When you arrive at the hotel, it's like the boys don’t even realize that they still have another night to sleep before the festival actually starts.

Neither of them sleeps much that night, too hype.

Grayson woke you and E up by blasting music

Ethan had absolutely no interest in this, neither did you, but after a few minutes, you joined Grayson in dancing around the hotel room and jumping on Ethan.

The pictures that you would take at Coachella oh my

Of course, you would take a bunch of the twins, but there would be a bunch of cute couple pics.

There would definitely be a picture of you and him kissing and being cute, at sunset or at one of the cool sights

You best bet that both of them would be so protective over you

And they would always keep a close eye on you, not wanting to lose you in a crowd or have some creep hit on you

But while they were being protective over you, you knew you had to take care of them as well.

Water? Yes. Advil? Yes. Making sure Grayson had his inhaler, of course he didn’t, so you kept it on you. Making sure the boys ate enough and stayed hydrated, of course. Did they remember sunscreen? Nope, good thing you had some.

the PigGYbaCk RiDEs

If you were ever in the middle of a crowd and couldn’t see the show, he’d let you sit on his shoulders...

“Babe I can’t see!” He’d laugh as you jumped, trying to see the stage.

You’d play grimace at him before he chuckles and hoists you over his head and onto his shoulders.

“Sorry!” You’d holler to the people behind you.

There would defiantly be a picture/videos of that

He’d be swaying gently as he listened to the music with his hands up and clasped in yours to keep you balanced im soft for this concept

On the second day, you LOVED their matching outfits... because hot damn...

This was the day that you wore your more revealing outfit and oh boy he would not be able to keep his eyes off of you or his hands low key

You knew that this was the day that they were most excited for so you let them have their fun

Your heart would melt ya the sight of them being so excited about tame and cudi

“Y/N IT’S TAME!!”

“I KNOW!”

laughing as the boys just went absolutely insane

Dancing with his arms wrapped around you and just swaying to the song that reminds him of you

Holding hands as you ran through the confetti trail

“Y/N WE’RE GONNA SEE CUDI!”

“CUDI CUDI CUDI!”

After he got his videos, he would put his phone away and enjoy the music, dancing his heart out

The three of you were exhausted after

He would give you a piggy back ride back to the hotel room despite the fact that he was tired too

You’d probably drift off with your head on his shoulder

He would help you out of your complicated web of clothing and make sure that you took off your makeup and did your skincare routine, knowing that you would hate your self tomorrow if you didn't

On the third day, you were tired but extremely excited for the last day

the mATcHinG CoUPLeS OUtFiT

On the way home, you’d probably fall asleep on each other

You both were excited to be back in your own bed

Yall collapsed when you got home, lazily slipping into bed, talking about the memories you made and looking through pictures

All in all, with all the boys have been through, you were happy to see them really enjoy themselves and be truly happy again

[hessirius]

Save the day

(Grayson Dolan x Reader)

2nd gray fic lol I'll change it up soon but this was stuck in my mind.

Summary: Ethan spray paints Gray's Porsche but has no plans of repairing it so you come to save the day.

Warnings: Again. Just pure fluff. And angry Gray.

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You knew something was up from the moment you saw Ethan online in the early hours of the morning. Ethan was very much known for his obsession with sleep, leading him to be a fan of waking up late and a hater of waking up early. So seeing him online at 6:30 AM, got you thinking that Instagram is bugging. Nevertheless, you texted him.

Y/N: am i imagining or are u online right now?

E: i wish you were, i wanna sleep so bad

Y/N: Then go sleep you idiot

E: Can't, I'm pranking Gray

Y/N: What're you doing to the guy now

E: Spray painting his Porsche permanently! Haha.

Well. Grayson is going to freak out and probably kill Ethan.

Y/N: wow. Pure evil.

E: i know. im a genius.

No he's dead. You quickly remembered how happy Gray was when he got his car wrapped baby blue. It made you feel awful knowing nothing will stop Ethan.., but what about not stopping him? Quickly, you made a plan but you had to get a piece of info from Ethan.

Y/N: when will you be done with it all?? i wanna hang out after it

E: Around 8

Y/N: kay

Making a phone call, all the pieces fell together and the perfect plan was formed. Now to play the waiting game.

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*Less than 2 hours later*

You quickly got in the truck and started navigating the driver to the twins' house. You checked you had everything, keys, food and the perfect strike back. You wondered how the prank went.

Meanwhile

"Ethan! It's permanent spray paint! It's not getting off my car you idiot!" Gray was infuriated, his nostrils were flaring, his eyes wide and he was fully ready to murder his brother.

"I know dude, this is what you get for having a douchey car. Who paints a Porsche baby blue?" meanwhile, Ethan was getting a kick out of this, he completely knew it was wrong to do that, but it was fun. Plus, his brother's reaction was so worth it.

"WHO SPRAY PAINTS HIS BROTHER'S CAR??" Gray full on screamed. He could strangle Ethan right now. This wasn't funny at all, his car is spray painted and now he's going to have to find a repair shop that won't take months to rewrap it.

Ethan was in hysterical laughter at the whole situation, when a truck pulled up next to them, making him stop.

"Ethan is this part of the prank too??" asked Gray.

"Nah dude I'm just as confused."

"Well actually-" you got out of the truck, "it kinda is," you walked towards the identical men.

"What are you doing here??" Ethan asked

"I'm here to pick up Gray's Porsche!" you beamed with a huge smile on your face, hand on your hips proudly.

"NO No no, nothing else is happening to my Porsche, everyone just leave it alone," Gray was quick to reject so of course, you had to explain.

"Gray, I texted E earlier and he said he was pranking you, I knew I couldn't stop him so I called up a repair shop I'm familiar with and booked an appointment to rewrap your car baby blue," you explained.

"They have the same colour??" he asked worriedly.

"Yes they do AND they'll return it in 3 days," you smiled at him.

He ran and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, but you didn't mind, his arms around you were the safest place on earth and you were willing to stay there for hours if he allowed you to.

"Thank you," he whispered, his head in the crook of your neck. "I appreciate it and you so much," he pulled back and pecked you on the lips, considering a camera was filming.

"I know how much you love that car, and you know I'll always be here to save the day," you smiled at his words.

"I know you know but you mean so much more to me," he grinned at you while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Okay, y/n, what you did is called cheating! " Ethan yelled out.

"It's called helping my boyfriend!" you shout back.

"By the way, I got you both breakfast, Gray I got you pancakes and E here you go," you handed him a drink

"What the heck, is this MILK?" he gave me a look of utter shock and disbelief.

"Yup," you smiled at him.

"Oh and Gray I got you this too," you handed him an egg.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"Well it's up to you, you could smash it against E or against his car, your choice."

He looked at you in awe, "I'm so in love with you," he said before diving at Ethan's head and smashing it against him, causing it to splatter all over him.

"Dude, now I have to shower again," he whined.

"Exactly dude, exactly," Gray smirked.

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So that happened. I couldn't get this off my mind (haha lost in japan) so I quickly wrote it down. It's a bit short, but hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

[stxlen-dxlans-blog]

Flirt {g.d}

Word count: 769

Warnings: little dirty but nothing explicit

A/N: Based on Light My Candle from RENT

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The blackout was one of the longest in years. You found yourself alone in you home, frantically attempting to light the candle in your hand. When it wouldn't work, you gave up with a soft huff. Opening your blinds, you saw your next door neighbor's house, getting an idea. Slipping on your jacket, you stepped out the door, your candle held between your cold palms.

Knocking on the door, you wondered if this really was a good idea. You had to admit your neighbors, none other than the Dolan Twins, were attractive. You had taken a particular liking to the younger twin, Grayson, despite having never spoken to him directly. Waiting patiently, you began to wonder if they had heard you knock, rocking back on your heels, you were ready to turn and leave. Just as you were about to do so, you heard a crash, and a string of cuss words from within the house. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing Grayson.

"Can I help you?" he inquired, a hesitant tone to his voice. He had been shirtless, seeming to have been asleep. He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it.

"I live next door, I was wondering if you had a light," you spoke, sweetly, holding up tour unlit candle gently.

"oh, uh, yeah. Come in, I have to look," he said, swinging the door open and gesturing you inside. As you stepped into the house, your eyes scanned the walls. Though it was dark you could still make out the outline of decor along the walls. As you followed him into the kitchen, you leaned back against the counter, candle still in hand as he shifted through the drawers. After a moment, he found a small box of matches.

"Here they are," he said, turning towards you, striking one. You held out you candle, to which he lifted the lit match to meet, the wick of the candle beginning to burn.

"Thank you," you smiled, turning you back to him as you walked out. Just before you reached the door, you gently blew out the candle, turning back to him with a frown. "it blew out."

"I have another match," he spoke, lifting the nearly empty box, striking the match and relighting he candle. "There you are," he said softly, taking another match and placing it in your hand, which you tucked into you pocket. A sly smirked crossed your lips, only to disappear when a drop of hot wax fell onto you hand.

"ow!" you said, lifting you hand from the candle.

"oh it's just the wax it's–"

"dripping....i like it between my–"

"Fingers, i figured. Oh well, uh, goodnight," he spoke, quickly cutting you off, gently leading you to the door. You just walked out the doorway when you checked your pocket, realizing what you had dropped. Your candle had blew out again, but you had barely noticed. You stepped back into the house, a near panicked expression across you face. Grayson turned to face you.

"It blew out again?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"no...I think i dropped the match," you huffed, looking around the room as best you could, the candle falling to the floor.

"I had it when i walked out the door...is it on the floor?" You dropped onto your hands and knees, searching the floor.

"The floor?" Grayson asked, seeming obviously confused. You glanced back.

"They say I have the best ass...is it true?" you asked, the smirk returning to your face. "You're staring."

Grayson quickly looked away, his face going red. "Oh, no. Welll i mean you do have a nice..." he trailed off, and even in the dark you could spot the blush across his checks. "Oh!" he said, scooping something up off the floor.

"Did you find it?" you asked, seeming excited.

"No, just a candy bar wrapper," he chuckled, tucking the match from the floor into his back pocket before holding out his hand to help you off the floor. You graciously took his hand. "Cold hands," he pointed out.

"Yours too. They're big," you paused, a chuckle slipping past your lips, "like my fathers. You wanna dance?" You take his other hand, pulling him closer.

"With you?"

"No, with my father." You roll your eyes, swaying gently with him to the breath of your own song, before stopping getting closer, so you could feel his breath on your lips. A teasing smirk crossed your lips, as you draped and arm over his shoulder. You other hand reached and grabbed the match from his back pocket before you pulled away, scooping up your candle before walking out, leaving Grayson to wonder just who he wanted you to be.

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@dolandolll

[remainloved]

Another concept idk it just came to my mind and I kinda wanted to share it🙈 So one of the twins is dating a colourblind girl and he gives her those special glasses on some holiday where people can actually see colours

okay,, this such a cute concept! oh! the fluff!

anyway,, i’m thinking about doing a bullet pount for this. so i hope you don’t mind bub.

i’m writing this with no intention of degrading someone and i think it could be a sensitive topic to some people and if i did anything wrong please tell me asap and i could fix it up asap. 

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i think the twins would have the same reaction so i hope this goes for the both of them.

you guys were definitely the story from fans x idol kind of trope.

you had a fanaccount and somehow one of the twins stumbled into your account.

you guys started talking.

you DID NOT know that you’re actually talking to one of the twins.

they made a madeup name

anyway,, you guys decided to meet.

you were about to go on vacation and the twins said that they’ll meet you there.

I M A G I N E

how excited you are to meet you internet bestie in real life?!

you guys met in their booked hotel.

it was really private and you were scared for a second.

but it ended up tRUE

you met the twins

talked to them

L E G I T become real besties in a split second.

of course you were mad that one of the twins was lying to you but in the end you definitely forgive him.

anyway,, you guys became like close close close friends…

some flirty convos here and there

he would be very protective about you…

he’s kind

he’s caring

you are too

THEN BOOM!

you guys are in a relationship xD

you guys are the definition of couple goals…

“Baby, get me some red apples, would you?” He asked while he was putting in some cereals to the trolley…

You panicked

Your eyes went wide and your hands became clammy

It felt like someone was clogging up you airways and you couldn’t breathe

You stood there frozen, feeling as if you’re about to die…

When he noticed that you were panicking… he put down all his things and walked straight to you.

“H-hey, shh.” He cooed while stroking your hair lightly.

“You’re okay, it’s okay.” He whispered as he put his arms around you.

Your head fell into his chest and he hug you TIGHT.

he finished left the store and put you inside the care… to make you feel safer… in a way…

“You’re okay.” As he put on your seatbelt to make sure you’re okay.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked quietly.

You whimpered and shook your head, he nodded and smiled softly.

“Okay, let’s get you home.” He muttered softly and patted your head once more.

You were scared and tired all at the same time…

you feel as if you’re not enough to be with him but you knew for sure that he loves you.

you felt conflicted…

anyway…

you have decided…. if he’s gonna leave you then that’s okay because he’ll find someone better than you… that’s the thought you have in mind…

then somehow you revealing more about youself.

so when you get back home…

you pulled him to couch

“I wanna tell you something.”

“What is it, baby?”

you were hesistant at first but he squeezed your hips lightly, encouraging you to speak.

“I’m colorblind.” you blurted it out.

He looked at you and sighed in relieved before bringing you into his arms.

“Were you scared telling me about it?” He questioned and you nodded your head.

“You don’t have to be scared, baby.”

You hugged him tighter and you could hear his whisper, “It’s impossible for me not to love your flaws.

sOON LIKE YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS COMING UP

First he got on to his car ogether with you. He told you that he has a surprise for you.

Not long you could hear the wind and the smell of the ocean salt…

“Baby, I got you something.”

You were looking at him, confused.

“I got you this.”

“A sun glasses?”

“Try them on.” He said giddily

You put them on and he smiled widely

“Babe?”

“Yes, baby?”

You took it off for a moment before asking, “Are these my colour?-”

Your question was cut off when he squealed and nodded his head.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Oh my gosh.”

“Oh my gosh.”

“These are crazy expensive,” You said while putting them on and you look over the world in awe.

“Nothing is too expensive to see that smile of yours, babe.”

ON THE RIDE HOME

You were clutching on to the new glasses that he bought you.

“I have concluded something.”

“And that is?” he turned his head lightly to see you before looking back to the road.

“The colour of your eyes is my favourite colour.” You said proudly.

“You sure, babe? There are so many other pretty eye colours.” His ears were tinted red. 

“I’m sure other colours are pretty too, but yours is my favourite.” 

“I appreciate that baby, thank you.” He chuckled and grabbed your hand. 

You squeezed his hand and slotted your fingers together and brought the back of his band closer to your lips and whispered, “Thank you.”

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[poguesofthebau]

“just once.”

summary: the twins bring you, their best friend from la, back to new jersey to show you where they come from. you and ethan drag grayson to a party full of the people that made their childhoods horrible, thinking it’ll be interesting. grayson is not amused, and things only intensify when his ex shows up.

grayson knew it was a bad idea to begin with. there was an unspoken routine when the boys went home— spend time with family, with each other, and do the crazy shit they’d loved as kids. this idea? it fit no where into that routine.

when ethan darted into grayson’s room on friday morning, you immediately and involuntarily let out a choked laugh at the expression on his face. always easily excited, ethan was grinning and wide eyed, phone in hand as he tried to catch his breath to speak. “just—“ pant. pant. “got a—“ cough. “text—“ deep breath. “from la famiglia!” grayson looked at ethan judgementally as you giggled again from your spot on his bed. “party tonight. and we’re all going!”

immediately, grayson was shaking his head. “i’m not going to a party, dumbass. everyone here hates us.”

“seriously bro! we never do anything crazy when we’re home! nobody our age has seen us out here for years. plus, we have y/n!” ethan motioned to your spot on gray’s bed, where you were still smirking, making grayson glance over at you. you two locked eyes for a minute, and you almost laughed again at the look of aggravation in gray’s eye. “even if things do go downhill, then she’ll have firsthand experience on how bad everyone from here sucks!”

“she doesn’t need firsthand experience, idiot, she knows how bad they all suck!”

“i dunno, gray,” you taunted. “as you guys’ best friend, i think i might be obligated to witness the shittiness for myself. ya know, for the sake of shit talking.”

and just like that— even though grayson still attacked you in a tickle fight for siding with ethan— the party was set in stone.

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within twenty minutes of being at the party, you understood why grayson hated these people more than ever before. everything that was taking place, every bottle passed, every song blared through the backyard speakers, every low hoot made from a random guy in your direction. it was all the things grayson could ever be annoyed by in one yard. he refused to leave your side, his face silently assuring you that if you got too far, he would end up fist fighting some kid that had bullied the twins in whatever ways during middle school. so you stayed with him, hands brushing against his back every few minutes to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere without him.

ethan, on the other hand, was thriving. he’d connected with the few guys that had never given them bullshit by the bonfire, slapping them each on the back while they all made obnoxious ‘teenage boys reuniting’ noises. from where you sat with gray on the porch, you were secretly supervising the older twin as well, memorizing the people he spoke to and what they looked like just in case something especially dramatic began to happen.

gray was uncharacteristically quiet for the most part, only speaking to you when he wanted to complain about the most recent bully that had walked into the backyard through the screen door that led to the host’s kitchen.

“i fucking hate that guy.”

“that guy’s mom kicked us out of his house during a sleepover in the third grade.”

“oof. her brother is a dick.”

each time he spoke, you looked at him blankly, trying to pinpoint exactly how he really felt about whatever jersey kid he was referring to in that moment. it was weird for you, having to put in so much effort to see where grayson was coming from. your friendship had always been effortless— that was what gave it so much meaning. he knew you and you knew him, and that’s just how it was. but being in jersey for the first time with the boys had put a twist on that. grayson was different here. sometimes he was completely himself, in the most authentic way possible, and sometimes he was like this— bitter and uncomfortable.

“gray,” you muttered into his ear a few moments after his last recollection of a bad memory. “do you wanna leave?” he looked at you, the displeasure on his face not going anywhere. the water bottle he’d pulled out of a cooler thirty minutes ago on your way into the function was still in his hand, half empty now. the wrapper around its middle was wrinkled and slightly ripped from when he’d zoned out and begun playing with it to keep himself busy. the whole party had been a storm of emotions for him, and you were just trying to keep up. when you’d agreed with ethan about the party, it was as a joke-- you thought it would be funny, not torture for your best friend. finally, the regret in your voice shined through. “i mean, i knew it was gonna be bad, but i didn’t think it would be this bad.”

his eyes softened at your change in tone, and he opened his mouth to respond. he would love to leave with you and let ethan be as stupid as he wanted on his own. but before he could get out any words, the group of guys behind you started literally howling, and his heart drops to his ass, and he chokes on air. his eyes are suddenly bulging out of his head, and you can see the panic on his face right away. you whip your head around to see what’s causing all the commotion, and your sight is met with the prettiest girl you’ve seen since you landed in new jersey. “who the hell is that?”

“my-- my ex.” grayson sounds just as confused as you are, but his face is telling a completely different story. right on cue, grayson’s unnamed ex catches a glimpse of you both from the door, grinning at him and making her way right over.

he grabs your chin, swiveling your face back around to look at him, and even you, his best friend, are afraid to hear what he says next.

“y/n, i need to kiss you.” then it’s you who has your eyes bulging out of your head in panic. “i don’t have time to explain, but y/n, please, she’s coming, just once, i promise. please.”

and then you’re nodding, not really knowing what’s happening. you can barely hear the people at the party over the slamming of your heart against your chest, and you’re terrified that grayson will notice how uneven your breath had suddenly gotten. before you have a chance to change your mind or ask for as short of an explanation as possible or even lick your lips, he’s there. his mouth is urging itself onto yours, and his hands are reaching for your face, and your eyes are closing, and your cheeks are burning under his fingertips.

at first the feeling is unreadable, and stiff, and awkward. you’re best friends-- you’re not supposed to be kissing. but a few seconds in, it’s like grayson realizes something. all of a sudden, his brow is furrowed in concentration, and he’s forgetting why he kissed you in the first place. his mouth seems to melt into yours, thumbs gently brushing against your face without him even knowing. your grip loosens on the water bottle he’d handed you earlier, moving up to hold either of his forearms. so much is happening, and it feels like everything but somehow nothing. like this was something you’d done before, kissing grayson in front of all these people like you were.

when you finally come up for air, you’re not sure how many seconds it’s been, but you notice it was enough to scare away his ex and attract everyone else’s attention. ethan is screaming from in front of the bonfire, hooting and hollering about how long he’d been waiting for that to happen. la famiglia is laughing and grinning, happy for their friend. a couple of the guys that had been making eyes at you are now grimacing. but most importantly, grayson is looking at you.

you two had had moments before. ones that made you nervous to see him the next day, and ones that made him hide in his room for hours while ethan pounded on the door asking what was up with the two of you. he’d looked at you as more than a best friend before, but it was never this. right there on that couch in that random new jersey backyard, grayson was really seeing you for the first time. everything about you suddenly came together for him, and he was terrified over what he’d just done, but he couldn’t get that stupid look off his face.

and just before he could open his mouth to try to cover his own tracks, to put your friendship back into its glass case and somehow, somehow make that kiss seem like it could’ve been fake, you’re smiling. your smile is the y/n version of grayson’s stupid look, and he knows it right away. the worry sinks out of his body, and suddenly he’s giddy, but nowhere near as giddy as you. a part of him is still scared, but when you put your hand on the side of his neck and twist four fingers into the base of his hairline so sweetly, speaking words to prove that you were feeling the same thing he was, he knows he shouldn’t be.

“you’re really only going to do that once?”

[blazedgraysons]

plsss a concept riding gray for the first time?

a/n: lemme stop saying this isn’t a series because at this point..... anyways merry (early) christmas if you celebrate it!!! wishing you plenty of presents under the tree and a stress free holiday <333

warnings: um this is all smut. like just 1.6k words of smut. enjoy 

part 1 part 2 part 3

“It’s not going to fit.” You say warily.

“We both know that’s not true.”

He’s sitting in front of you, hand lazily moving up and down. You raise an eyebrow.

“Are you forgetting you took my virginity like only a week ago?”

He smirks at that, hand movements speeding up slightly.

Grayson has spent the past week fucking you, spending all his free time trying to get you in bed with him. He seemed to be insatiable, having had a taste of you and not wanting to let go.

You were brushing your teeth one evening when he comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist.

You smile around your toothbrush, always welcoming the presence of your boyfriend. You had just figured this was his typical clinginess, wanting to be beside you every minute he can until you fully take him in through the mirror, noticing his appearance was different. His hair was tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it for the past couple of minutes, and he was already planting sloppy kisses along your neck, trailing from your collarbone upwards. He’s suddenly murmuring into your ear, “Wanna see you on top of me, angel.”

Everything you two had done for the most part has been pretty standard, missionary every night and alternating sloppy head in the morning. You hadn’t ventured too far into the sex world, and now that he was bringing new positions up, nerves were starting to ignite in your stomach.

“ I, I don’t know how.” You admit, knowing that that was already obvious to him. However, you were still caught up in wanting to impress him and make every new experience for you even better for his years of experience.

“Don’t care, I’ll show you.” He mumbles, still focused on marking up your neck, moving on to another side when he gets bored of the other.

Which is how you found yourself standing in front of him, you still in bra and underwear as he’s completely naked. He’s stroking himself, watching you like you're his own personal playboy, and you can’t help but clench your thighs at the imagery.

“C’mere.” He grabs your waist, pulling you, so you’re directly on top of his upper thighs. You squirm slightly, and Grayson can feel you dripping on to his leg.

“Why don’t you want to?” He’s not teasing you, just simply wanting to understand your boundaries and ease any nerves.

“Are you forgetting the part about you being too big?” You roll your eyes. While he had been able to bottom out since the first time, it still was a stretch, and he had to prepare you every time, fingering and eating you out before he could finally chase his own relief. You were unsure how you were going to be able to focus and be in control like how he clearly expected; you so used to him guiding you through everything.

You trusted Grayson, knowing that he would never settle for anything less than the best for you. And you know this was all still part of a deep-rooted insecurity of him having more experience than you, but he leans up to kiss you deeply, and you’re moving on his thighs again, dragging wetness across his tattoos. He groans lowly in his throat, looking down at the small wet spot on his leg before looking back up at you.

“Want you to fuck me. Please - angel.” There’s something so pretty about the way begging sounds coming from him that you nod, knowing that he could drag you to hell and back if he asked nicely enough.

You lean in to kiss him, feeling brave, and slowly slip your mouth open, tongue brushing against his. You position yourself, so you’re sitting on top of him as he trails his kisses down your neck and chest, leaving dark marks along the way.

“ I know you’re wet for me, want it just as much as I do.” He murmurs after a particularly harsh suck on your collarbone, dragging a finger under your clothed center to prove his point.

You buck your hips slightly, missing the way he drags his finger so it just barely brushes your clit, and he gets the message, pushing one finger in between your slit. You’re used to this, familiar to the way he fingers you and stretches you out so you can take all of him. He adds another and then another, watching at the way your body takes three of his thick fingers.

In his defense, he is patient. He curls his fingers inside of you, repeatedly moving as you continue to leak more and more for him. You moan slightly, chest arching into him. You keep moaning, louder and louder, until your cumming all over his hand, only the first orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty for me, angel.” Your face heats up slightly, hiding in his shoulder while he sucks your arousal off his fingers shamelessly. You’re still not used to his excessive praising even if your body reacts differently. Still, it does light a fire in you, wanting to keep hearing the sweet compliments come out of his mouth. He's helping you get undressed, unclasping your bra and tearing your underwear off until you push him back, making sure he’s flat against the bed and rising so your pussy is directly above him.

He watches intently, eyes never leaving the way you slowly sink down on him. He lets you get adjusted, getting used to the fact you can feel every throbbing inch of him. You both let out a soft moan, his head falling back when you slowly rise back up. You get to the point where only his tip is still inside you before dropping back down again, slowly grinding up and down his dick.

It’s not breakneck, nothing too incredible, you still trying to get used to the pace and too wrapped up in your own head on what’ll make him feel good.

Grayson, however, is in his own world. On Cloud 9, as he watches you drag yourself up and down, up and down. His eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected, trying to commit every single moment to memory, so he never forgets this.

“Look so fucking good like this.” He growls, placing a hand on your ass, not doing anything but to ground himself in this euphoria he seems to have found himself in. He leans up to suck on your nipple, harshly sucking on your tit while playing with the other. You whine loudly, rhythm faltering as his tip grazes against your g-spot.

“Fuck, Grayson. So big.” The only thing that comes to mind, because he is. Even underneath you, you feel overwhelmed by just him: by his body, by his dick, by the twisted look of pleasure on his face, by the low grunts that keep spilling out whenever you twist your hips a certain way. It’s overwhelming, and his presence seems larger than life when he’s stretched out like this underneath you.

He wraps an arm around your waist, noticing how your pace is slowly starting to falter as you get tired, and starts thrusting up into you, planting his feet so he can reach even further and deeper than before. Your moans pick back up, watching as his face is set in concentration.

It’s funny how you had set out on making this night about him, and yet he’s grinding his hips into yours, set on making you cum before him.

He smiles smugly up at you, watching as your eyes roll back when he thrusts deep inside.

“Shit, Gray. I thought I was supposed to be - fuck” You whine out the last part loudly, him moving his hand down to rub your clit. “ S'posed to be fucking you.”

He doesn’t say anything, choosing to watch your body tremble slightly above his. Between your tits in his mouth, him rubbing your clit, and the incessant rolling of his hips, your orgasm is fast approaching.

Your nipple pops from his mouth, nipples wet and shiny from his spit as he looks up at you with his pupils blown.

“ Wanna see you cum all over my dick instead.” And if his actions before didn't do it, how fucking wrecked his voice sounds causes you to cum harder than you ever have before, your orgasm lighting every part of your body alive as your body trembles on top of him. You moan loudly, collapsing on top of him as ragged breaths come out of you, trying to catch your breath.

He keeps thrusting underneath you, too close to his own release to want to stop and feel the way you squeezed tightly around him, your own high forcing his body into overdrive. He’s snapping his hips relentlessly, and it’s almost too much for your body to handle, pubic bone brushing your clit into overstimulation.

You whine out, not knowing whether it’s for him to stop or keep going. But one look at the fucked out, determined look on his face gives you your answer for you.

“Amour,” you purr. “Cum.” It’s a simple demand, but it’s enough to get Grayson to falter, cumming deep inside you as he grinds through his orgasm. He lets out a deep, guttural moan, you getting used to the familiar feeling of him pulsing inside you.

He leans back onto the pillow, you falling on top of him. Both your chests rising and falling in tandem, as you listen to his erratic heartbeat try to find a steady rhythm.

“Have I ever mentioned how fucking hot you are?”

“Once or twice, yeah.” You mumble, sleepiness falling over you.

“You’re fucking incredible. That- that - was fucking incredible.” You start to grow shy under his constant praise and are quick to point out his work as well.

“Even if you did half the work?”

“Next time, you can be in charge.” He promises.

You smile wickedly, not even trying to hide the mischief in your eyes.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

[simsandfiction]

How would Grayson Dolan wake you up in the morning?

Thank you so much for this 🥺💗

Your relationship with Grayson had started out as an accident. You two had been best friends for years, with the idea of anything more being just another late night thought.

One night, you two were bored and decided to break out the bottle of wine setting pretty in one of the upper cabinets. The two of you were watching your favorite movie, laughing and singing along, when one glass lead to another. Eventually, you had lost count and ended up emptying the small bottle.

Long story short, you ended up tucked into Grayson’s side, and your warmth was too much to handle. He kissed you, you didn’t pull away, you get where this is going.

The next morning, you found yourself in his bed. This wasn’t uncommon, seeing your place was three towns over, and the boys loved cuddling with you. The only difference between now and the previous million times was that you were naked.

As you glanced under the covers, dark bruises littered your flesh like freckles. You trailed your hands over them, pressing gently to find that they weren’t bruises after all — they were hickeys. The only bruises left on your body were the ones resting on your hips.

Your throbbing head fell back onto the pillows, winding as you tried to block out the ringing in your ears. Was that a fire alarm? Maybe an alarm clock?

“Hey.”

Your head turned to the door, where Grayson stood with a plate of food and half a smile. You hurried to pull the covers up to your chin, embarrassed by your messy state.

“I made you breakfast.”

After months of breakfast in bed, you and Grayson grew more comfortable with each other as romantic partners. It had gotten to the point where you didn’t bother putting on makeup for your days in, and sometimes he would skip out on a clean shave.

Quite frankly, Grayson found himself bored with the whole ‘breakfast in bed’ idea. He was quick to find other ways to wake you up. Some of his ideas were rather cute, like leaving kisses all over your face. Other times, he’d jump up and down on the bed, leaving you bouncing and rolling all over the sheets.

Sometimes you’d pretend to still be asleep just so you could hear his little giggle as he brainstormed a new elaborate method of torture. You’d never admit it, but you enjoyed the mornings he woke you up just as much as he did — well, maybe not quite as much as he did.

[deluxedolans]

Fwb!ethan admitting his feelings in a tender moment

CAITLIN💙 UGH i love me some angst. thank you so much for sending this in.

- you and ethan have been hooking up on and off for 6 months, but have known each other for years. it’s been the type of relationship where you’ve always been super close to the point where the romantic tension was palpable, let alone the sexual tension. 

- one night after you’d already spent the day together, you had to go back to your dorm to work on a project with this kid named jack. to say that ethan was jealous would be the understatement of the century, but he had to keep it lowkey, especially since you guys weren’t even close to official yet and ethan hadn’t even attempted to express his feelings. ethan also had been to a few college parties that you’d invited him to and therefore met jack a few times. jack was the type of guy where he put on the front of “the good guy” but would always get blacked out by the end of the pregame and be such a douchebag during the actual party that by the end of the night no one wanted anything to do with him. ethan thought drinking showed his true colors, but you said that drinking just brought out his “mean side”. classic you--always trying to see the good in people.

- ethan hesitantly lets you go after telling you to text him later. he hates sounding so needy but can’t help but wanting to a.) make sure you’re safe, b.) strike up a conversation with you via text so he can potentially see you later.

- eventually you text him about 30 minutes later saying that you made it. ethan is immediately texting back, asking how your project is going, desperate to keep the conversation going. ethan can’t help but think to himself how freaking pathetic he is, attempting to drag out a conversation with a girl who is not only way too good for him, but also who he doesn’t even have the guts to admit he has feelings for.

- she doesn’t answer for a while. until around 10 PM. his phone is lighting up with her name and ethan pauses his video game to swipe to accept her call. “helloooo?” he’s goofily answering, trying to make you laugh. that’s always his goal: to make you laugh. fuck, i am so cheesey, he thinks to himself.

“e?” your voice is cracking and ethan can tell you’re crying. immediately he’s sitting up in his chair on high alert.

“y/n? what happened? what’s wrong? you okay?” he’s firing question after question, hating the weak and vulnerable way you said his name.

“i’m really sorry, so sorry. but i--i’m not good to drive. i--i drove here, but i’m just really shaking up right now. can you--?”

ethan is jamming his feet into his nikes and tossing a sweatshirt over his head. “yes, i’m coming right now. please tell me what happened, babe. i’m driving to your dorm right now.”

- on the way there ethan can feel his teeth grinding into nubs as he hears you tell the story. jack came over to your dorm to do the project only he was high out of his mind on coke. he ended up trying to force himself on you until you literally pushed him off your bed and knocked him out. you called his roommates to come get him and as soon as he left that’s when you called ethan.

- when ethan pulled up you were sitting on a metal bench outside your dorm in one of his sweatshirts, the hood pulled over your head and your knees to your chest. you looked so sad and terrified ethan could feel his heart shred as you approached his car, tears running down your face. ethan leaned over to open the car door and you plopped into the front seat of the tesla shivering.

“i’m so sorry to bug you--i know how annoying this must be since we aren’t even together or anything.” your face is starting down at the ground the whole time during this and ethan can’t stand it.

he grabs your chin in his hand, pulling it up towards his face. “please stop saying that, i’ll always come get you no matter what.”

“ethan--.”

“i told you he was a fucking scumbag, y/n.” ethan’s jaw is clenched. he knew this wasn’t the right time to say, ‘i told you so’, but he also couldn’t help it either. he knew jack was bad news; he knew it in his core. he never should’ve let you go over there. he had such a bad feeling about you leaving. he couldn’t wait to get you back to his house, warm, comfortable, safe, wrapped up in his bed.

“i didn’t know he was gonna do that, ethan. i just--shit. i just--he was my friend. i never thought he’d do anything like that.”

“i know. i just want you to be safe always. i fuckin’ love you. i can’t stand seeing you like this. don’t you know that it kills me?” ethan’s jaw is still clenched and his knuckles are white with anxiety at the realization of the words that just tumbled out of his mouth. 

your mouth is slightly agape, a bit in shock in both his words and the passion behind him. you had been feeling yourself falling for ethan for quite awhile, but never did you think that ethan dolan, who had millions of girls falling at his feet, would ever seriously have feelings for you in that way. never did you ever think you would be good enough, in any way shape or form.

“you...you what?”

“i want you safe. i want you to be okay. that’s all.”

“no, no the other thing you said.”

“i told you what i said.” ethan can feel his cheeks burning crimson. your reaction to the three-word phrase made him panic. he knew how true his words were, but he wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same way--you’d always been too good for him.

“you said--.”

“i said i want you to be safe,” ethan insists, his fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie.

“you said you loved me.” your eyes are lazer focused on ethan’s which are stubbornly glaring back at you.

“maybe i did.”

“you definitely did.”

“so what if i did?” ethan’s chin is tilted up in challenge, the hood of his sweatshirt falling forward, making appear as if he is almost hiding in it. 

and that’s when she kisses him. it’s hard and there’s teeth clashing and you practically jump into his lap. ethan has to grab your hips to steady himself as you seat yourself on top of him.

ethan pinches your hip as he breaks the kiss. he can’t help but litter than everywhere; on your nose, on your chin, on both of your eyelids. “so, does that mean ditto?” ethan says with a smirk, his forehead resting on yours.

“yes, you jackass, of course i love you.”

[hcdolanstan]

I feel like trying to get Ethan to cuddle is hard bc he at first he would be like I only want to be the big spoon and then trying to get him to be the little spoon would take a lot of convincing and tricking him and for you to only find out that he low key loves being the little spoon