#dolan twins fluff
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ethan and kristina have a newborn baby and grayson is so jealous bc he just wants to be a dad. he’s begging you every minute of everyday
Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan
; he’ll be such an awesome father 🥺
Daddy Blues:
“Look at her little mouth and her little toes!” Elated, Grayson yelped at the adorable baby giggling in his lap. His eyes were all big and full of excitement, his cheeks rosy with nothing but raw and never ending love for the new addition to the Dolan family.
You’d think it to be his own daughter, the way he helped out and stayed around to feed and hold her, often rocking her into a much needed slumber. He hadn’t missed a day of seeing her for two and a half weeks, and by association, neither had Y/N.
She too was effortlessly taken aback by the darling infant. More so, she was in awe of Grayson’s excitement. She was already counting down the hours before he’d ask for his own child, something he’s been looking forward to for majority of his life.
He really didn’t have to ask at first.
One evening, the two of you were alone in the nursery with Ana, letting E and Kristina enjoy a night out without a crying baby. Grayson was swaying in the rocking chair while you leaned against the crib, admiring the two. The hours of counting turned to milliseconds; he simply looked up with knowing eyes.
And you blushed.
“Think about it, Y/N. Never ending happiness for the rest of our lives.” He looked back down at Ana, his cheeks turning a soft red too.
“That— And hardly any sleep.” You, as quietly as you could, half-heartedly chuckled.
“We can do that when we’re retired.” He smiled wide, excitement just oozing from his aura.
“I’ll consider, but don’t give your hopes up Mr.” You joined him in his gaze at the beloved baby girl, your heart sinking in the best, overwhelming ways.
Two days later, on your way home from Ethan and Kristina’s, he asked again.
“You’d be the cutest, most adorable pregnant women anyone’s ever seen! I know it.” He was driving, his grin ear to ear and his eyes bright.
“That’s nine months of no caffeine, Grayson. Not something I can willfully give up just yet.”
“You can have some, just not as much as you usually do.” He chimes. He’s probably read all the rules and guidelines to having your own kid by now.
“Let’s just wait for a minute, Gray. I don’t want to jump into this quite yet.”
Grayson adhered to your wishes, holding himself back for another two weeks, though you could tell he was busting from the seams.
“If we have kids now, you’ll be the young, cool mom and we may even have great-grandkids.” He informed from his seat on the sofa next to you. You set down your enthralling book to give him one of those looks.
“I’d be the cool mom anyway, young and old!”
“Okay, okay.”
Twenty minutes went by, and he looked up from his phone again.
“You could teach them how to read…” He bumped your leg, withdrawing you from your book yet again. This time, you raised your brow and dipped your chin.
“And how to stay quiet when someone’s reading!”
Another few weeks had gone by, the days truly dragging on for Grayson. It wasn’t until you woke early one morning, feeling refreshed from your night of sleep, that you invited the thought of raising children with Grayson.
It’d be wonderful chaos.
The perfect mix of grace and crazy, which is what anyone could only ask for. He’d be a great father too. The thought made you all warm inside, sharing an endless bond with the man you married.
You sweetly shook him awake, laying light kisses upon his jaw. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled, laughing lowly from your ticklish gestures.
“Morning, baby.” His voice was low and gravely.
“Speaking of..” You sat back up, beginning to fiddle with your fingers.
“I’ve been thinking, and..”
“You want to?!” He sat up faster than you expected, his hands found yours and he clasped them together in exhilaration.
You simply nodded, and he wrapped his arms around you in triumph. He pulled you tight to him, chuckling in a boyish way that made you giggle too.
“Let’s get to work then, shall we?” He wiggled his brows, making you laugh aloud.
(a/n pt. 2 : slowly, but surely i will get these asks finished up! again, sorry to disappear.. i also have a series in the works.. another mafia goodie haha..)
#grayson dolan#grayson dolan fanfic#dt#grayson x reader#sweet anon#grayson imagine#grayson#dolan twins#graysondolan#ily#impaladolan#grayson fluff#blurb alert!
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woah! it’s been a very long time since i’ve been on here… where’s everyone? how is everyone?
#dolan twin fanfic#dolan twins#ethan dolan#ethan dolan fluff#grayson dolan concept#grayson dolan#fanfic#dolan fandom#grayson dolan smut
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Idk if u do requests but if you do could u do a fic where the reader is matts gf and she has psychic abilities/ gets alot more affected by paranormal and can dometimes see things and she goes with thr triplets to be in the sam and colby video amd she's getting targeted the whole night and she does the elevator game with mstt and sees a lady walk in on the 5th floor amd has a panic attack and matt comforts her ? That's kinda alot but 😘
All My Ghosts Matt Sturniolo x reader
warnings: panic attack and paranormal shit (obviously) otherwise just fluff !
i loveeee this request sm pls give me more!!
love, sienna <3
growing up you had always had a feeling deep down that someone or something was always watching you.
it wasn’t always in a creepy way, sometimes you’d have “imaginary friends” that only you could see, and you were told that that’s normal.
seeing figures and hearing faint laughing in the background was your normal, but you’d be lying if you said it never got to you.
you always felt different, like you understood things differently than most, on a deeper level. you felt emotions on a heavy scale, you were always referred to as an empath.
so even if you knew that what you experienced wasn’t a common occurrence to most, it was difficult getting anyone to understand you.
youtube was a safe haven for you, as dumb as that may sound. you could come home from getting teased at school and hop into bed to watch the new dan and phil video.
it was silly how many people you had watched growing up, spanning from ldshadowlady to the dolan twins, it was addictive and you simply couldn’t get enough.
eventually, you found yourself watching a channel that you were especially drawn to. a channel that talked about some of the experiences you’ve had in your life, the paranormal ones that is.
their names were sam and colby, and it didn’t take long for you to become obsessed with watching them walk through haunted hotels and asylums all while seeing and hearing things that were familiar to you.
to most it was scary, to you it was comforting. you weren’t alone in seeing those things, just some people had to look for it more than others.
you met Matt when you were working at your local panera bread. it was a normal, mostly shitty, shift but as you finished wiping down your station you heard this addicting laugh entering the store.
your head practically shot up, wanting to see where it came from, and to your surprise the contagious laugh was coming from one of three triplets.
for whatever reason they looked familiar to you but you weren’t sure why.
after some small talk you figured out they were youtubers, and this would not be the last time you saw them.
it became a regular occurrence for them to come to your workplace, sometimes just ordering a sweet tea and still leaving a tip.
Matt came in the most, always leaving you flustered behind the counter as he ordered.
eventually you exchanged socials and began talking about more than a new special, and you really enjoyed talking to him.
you had been going out with him for a few months at this point, already best friends with both of his brothers.
which leaves you to now, hanging out with your boyfriend on the couch as you explain all the shit you endured growing up, a shocked expression plastered on his precious face.
“wait you’ve seen like actual fucking figures?” he’s dumbfounded at something you were told was normal.
you just shrug. “i was always told that it was normal to have imaginary friends i don’t know. i just thought i had more than most people”
“y/n that is definitely not a normal experience oh my god that is terrifying i’m so sorry” he places his hand on your shoulder as if to console you.
it’s rare that someone realizes the pain that this small thing has caused you and you aren’t sure how to feel. “Matt it’s fine i promise. it’s just become a thing now i don’t know, i was just scared you wouldn’t believe me because it is kinda crazy”
“of course i believe you you’re my girlfriend, i just can’t believe you’ve been going through that alone” he still looks concerned but i smile to lighten the mood.
“i’m okay i just wanna cuddle with my boyfriend on the couch” he leans back, allowing you to lay comfortably on top of him and rest your head on his chest.
“i think we’re doing a colab soon and Nick wanted me to ask if you wanted to be in it”
you had been in a few videos before, but mostly just caught in the background of vlogs, saying few sentences on camera.
dating a famous youtuber definitely had its downsides, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with the hate you’d receive, even though Matt wants nothing more than to show you off.
“collab with who?” you ask, wrapping our arm around his waist and you lean in closer.
“i don’t know if you know who they are but their names are sam and colby and i think they make like-“
“shut the fuck up no way!” he looks just as confused and he is intrigued at your sudden jump off of his chest.
you place your hand on his chest to stabilize yourself. “i used to be obsessed with them throughout like all of middle school and most of high school” you smile
“so that’s a yes?” he asks, looking up at you with pure lust in his eyes.
you hadn’t actually though about it, too excited over the fact that the youtubers you once watched were talking to your boyfriend.
as fun and surreal as it would be, you can’t help but think about how nerve wracking it would be. but you love your boyfriend, and you love sam and colby, so you nod. “that’s exactly what that means”
it had been a few months since that conversation, and you are now in Texas, preparing to film in the most haunted hotel there.
at this point your nerves have subsided, you’ve met both sam and colby (somehow managing to play it cool) and you feel comfortable with them.
a sense of excitement has taken over and you welcome it with open arms, feeling like a kid again, even if you are actually 20.
“you ready?” Matt looks down to you as sam sets up the camera.
you nod and smile, butterflies in your stomach as you imagine the fun you’re about to have with some of your favourite people.
the 6 of you are standing in the lobby, an open area filled with gold framed art work and marble flooring at your disposal.
you can’t help but hold matt’s hand the moment the camera is turned towards you, the confident feeling you had moment prior slowly escaping you.
the intro goes as it always does, a bit of a premise for what’s to come and an introduction to the guests.
it all feels surreal but eventually you begin exploring the hotel.
everything is okay at first, jokes being cracked about ghosts and sam making fun of Matt’s fear of elevators, you haven’t noticed anything yet.
that is until you feel a small tug on your shirt from behind and immediately jump, clutching onto Matt.
“holy shit what was that?” Chris asks, voice filled with concern as he back away.
“something just tugged on my shirt holy shit”
Matt just hugs you back, he can already see the edits but he’s more focused on making you comfortable. “i think that was Samantha” Colby says from behind the camera. “apparently she likes to tug on clothing and even tickle guests at the hotel”
this just sends a shiver down your spine but you try to keep a brave face, especially considering you had only been filming for about 20 minutes. “hello Samantha!” you joke, shaking away the nerves and letting go of your boyfriend.
the video continues, and you all continue to walk through the haunted space, occasionally hearing knocking and footsteps. but it brings you a small sense of comfort knowing that everyone hears it, you aren’t alone.
you make it to the most haunted room, room 525 where two women passed away tragically in the bathtub. “who ripped ass in here oh my god” Nick groans, furrowing his eyebrows and plugging his nose instantly.
it truly smells terrible, but for whatever reason you’ve smelt only before. a few years ago you were with some friends in Boston when you explored some tunnels under a bridge, it was said that multiple people had overdosed there, leaving it haunted.
the smell of the tunnels is almost identical to the smell of the room, but you avoid telling anyone about it, not wanting to talk on camera more than you have to.
although the group is only in there momentarily, you hear something coming from the bathroom.
a scream. coming from a woman.
you try to hide the look of terror that appears on your face when you jump back. “did anyone else hear that?” you ask, not wanting to be the only one. you notice the camera that appears in your face almost instantly.
except you were the only one, unless its heard on the footage later. “what did you hear?” Matt asks looking towards you with all of his attention.
“just a uh woman screaming i don’t know” you rub your hands on your face, attempting to gain composure. “she sounded terrified”
“we’ll definitely have to do an investigation in here later” Sam says, but inevitably you all leave the room to go explore more.
and you do just that, exploring all different areas of the haunted hotel.
the nerves have gone away slightly, and although you still see the occasional figure in the corner, you just avoid mentioning it, not wanting to come off as a fake.
Colby then brings up the idea of an elevator ritual, and Nick and Chris have made it their mission to send you and Matt on that quest, alone.
you aren’t normally terrified of elevators, not nearly as much as your boyfriend, but the idea of a woman spirit (who you may see) joining you on the 5th floor makes you uneasy.
“we don’t have to if you don’t want, i can go in alone” Matt looks down to you, whispering quietly to avoid being heard by the others.
you feel stupid, Matt’s the one with the elevator fear, no way he should go in alone. “no Matt i’m good, i’ll just cry in the fetal position if it comes down to it”
he laughs and places a kiss to your temple, out of frame of course.
and so it’s settled. you and Matt will take place in the ritual, spanning from almost every floor of the hotel, while the boys below use something called the “onvoy” to talk to spirits.
they make a few jokes about what they’ll do if you die in there and say their “goodbyes”.
you and Matt head into the elevator that has just opened without any buttons pressed, camera in hand.
(i’m making up random numbers here bc i cant be bothered to copy every one from the vid so ignore that)
“okay first floor is… floor 4” you say, Matt immediately presses the button and you go up.
it continues like that for majority of the floors, just the door opening and no one out there. this isn’t too bad.
this is until the 5th floor, where Matt has to invite a woman into the elevator with you.
to the average person with little belief in ghosts, this would be nothing, funny even. but to you? the moment he finished that sentence you felt a breeze run across your chest.
all of a sudden, the small box felt smaller. your breathing increased as the elevator door shut and you just grabbed onto Matt’s hand. you try your best to breathe but it feels like you can’t inhale. like the presence of a ghostly woman has literally taken up to much space for you to receive oxygen.
Matt notices immediately by the way you squeeze your eyes shut and for whatever reason the elevator stops.
“oh my god holy fuck” you mutter out. he helps you to the floor and you bring your knees up to your chest. by this point the camera has been tossed to the side as Matt sits next to you.
“breathe y/n you’re okay” he rubs your back and begins taking deep breaths for you to follow along.
“i should be comforting you- the elevators stuck and your scared and-“ you blurt out in between quick breaths.
he gently grabs the side of your face to turn you towards him. “look at me” you bring your eyes to his, you’re lip now quivering. “what happened? you can tell me i’ll believe anything you say okay?”
“i can feel her in here Matt. like i felt her walk in and now the elevator feels smaller and-“ you throw your head back against the wall of the elevator.
“remember when you helped me with my panic attack?” he holds both of your hands and you nod. “i need you to do what you told me to do”
“focus on me. don’t focus on the elevator or the ghosts just look at me okay?” you bring your eyes back to him. “now you just have to match my breathing yeah?”
he takes long, loud deep breaths and slowly you are able to follow along, feeling less stressed than before. the moment you’ve caught up on your breathing you place your head on his shoulder, fully relaxing into him.
“i’m so sorry you have to see shit like that it’s probably terrifying” he now rubs your shoulder.
even though you are locked in an elevator in a haunted hotel in an unfamiliar state, you feel mostly okay, because you have Matt.
suddenly the elevator begins moving again, going down. a wave of relief washes over you because the fact that it’s going down means the ritual didn’t work.
Matt begins to stand up, reaching his hand out to help you up as well and he films a very quick summery of what just happened (minus your full fledged panic attack)
everything’s okay again. you land on the main floor to meet the boys once again and although your terrified, you know that you have people here that support you, and that means more than any ghost ever will.
a/n: i hope i did this justice bc i had so much fun writing it!! ily anon
#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#sturniolo#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo fluff#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo#sam and colby
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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic
I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on!
For the following:
Johnny Depp- All his characters
Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis
Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz
Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles
The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!
Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!
The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.
Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)
NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!
Hamilton
Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)
Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!
Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!
Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!
AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)
Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!
SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)
WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!
Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!
Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA
MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!
Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.
Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!
Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!
Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.
The Bear
FBI (All)
Vinnie Hacker
Tiktokers
Blue Bloods
Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics
Slashers
Stranger Things
Dave Lizewski
Eddie Redmayne
Macgyver (2016)
Fresh Prince of Belair
Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?
On My Block
Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!
Matt Rife
Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!
The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader
Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.
Walker Texas Ranger (1993)
Top Gun
Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are
Dolan Twins
Mission Impossible
Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics
Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher
Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more
Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)
River Phoenix
Batman Beyond
Rider Strong
Danny Gonzalez
Timothée Chalamet
New York Undercover
Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)
Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)
Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.
Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.
Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳
DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!
Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.
Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader
Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)
Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!
Vikings - There are a good amount but still!
Transformers
Suits
Saved By The Bell
The Goldbergs
Parks & Recreation
Leverage
The Outsiders
Heart of Stone
New York Undercover (1994)
Addams Family
Victorious
Matpat
ICarly
The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)
Think Like A Man (2012)
One on One (2001)
Scorpion (2014)
The King of Queens (1998)
G.I. Joe Franchise
Terminator
Beware the Batman (2013)
Any and all Asian Idols/Actors
Seal Team
Mortal Combat
Bill and Ted
Barbie
Detroit: Become Human
Will Trent
Tokyo Vice
Growing Pains
Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]
The Regime
Batman: The animated series
If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!
Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.
Also tag black writers who you want to see this!
@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @sunflowertuliplily @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @artemisthewh0re @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle
#black fanfic#black fanfic writer#black tumblr#bipoc writers#black writers#jack sparrow x black!reader#harry styles x black!reader#timothee chalamet x black!reader#mha x black female reader#r&b/hip hop#hawaii 5 0#NCIS#cal kestis x black!reader#anime#marvel#dceu#warner bros#heroes and villains#star wars x black!reader#the bear#black fandom#peaky blinders#mortal kombat x black! female reader#black!fem!reader#Chicago PD/Med/Fire#multifandom black imagines#blackterrae#begone hiatus/writer’s block#slashers x black!fem!reader#Sam Witwicky x black!fem!reader
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𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙.
PAIRING: grayson dolan x fem!reader
WARNINGS: creepy guys
GENRE: angst to fluff
SONG INSPIRATION: heart to heart by mac demarco
WORD COUNT: 813
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you had been walking home from the club, stumbling a little in your heels, feeling the slight buzz of the alcohol that you recently consumed, but feeling more anger than anything else.
standing on the edge of the curb, rummaging around in your bag looking for your phone. cursing yourself for mindlessly tossing it in there earlier.
"hey honey! looking for a good time?" you stopped searching for it, slightly glancing up through your lashes at the older man in worn down clothes started to make his way over towards you.
his arms stretched out with a drunken smirk.
"no thank you." with that said you turned back to what you were doing previously, not realising the man had gotten even closer to you than before.
him wrapping his arms around you, letting out a scream telling him to get off of you and to leave you alone.
cursing yourself for leaving so late and to make matters worse there not being many cars or people around.
that's when you thought you were thoroughly fucked. hands struggling against his tall figure, even as you thrashed against him - you weren't able to overpower him. regretting not slipping your pepper spray into your handbag since you assumed thay you were gonna stay with friends.
"hey! she said to let her go."
the creep soon let his calloused hands slip away from you slightly to find where the voice was coming through, as he did - a fist was met with his jaw and he fell to the floor with a thud, the kind stranger gently pushed you behind him.
towering over the bastard, yelling all sorts of profanities. the creep just laid there holding his jaw before scrambling off of the floor in the other direction.
you were now shivering from the cold and adrenaline, just thankful for his timing. wrapping your arms around yourself as your teeth chattered.
"hey, hey it's okay now. he's gone, here take this!" that's when he shrugged his hoodie off and pushed it onto your shoulders, not really questioning anything, pulling it tighter around your body.
your eyes had been stuck looking at your feet since he had helped you, slightly shaken up.
you were pleasantly surprised when you did lock eyes with the stranger, his hazel eyes shining in the streetlight that hovered above the both of you.
he had such pretty eyes -- scratch that all of him was pretty! well from what you could see at least. plump lips, kind eyes, fluffy hair. he easily stood at six foot. towering over you like the other guy did but this time you felt no threat.
a wide and contagious smile spread across his features one that reached his eyes.
"bit of a bad way to start off an introduction, but hi i'm grayson!"
his arm stretched out lending a hand to shake yours, you accept the gesture by giving his a soft shake returning it with your own name.
"yo gray! what happened..?" another voice was heard from behind you, still feeling jumpy turning around quickly, shuffling back to grasp grayson's arm and try to hide yourself behind his large build.
"hey, hey it's okay. i know him, he's my brother you're safe." grasping your hand in his.
as the other person came into view, he looked alot like the one that had just helped you. removing your hold on gray, still standing firmly at his side.
"some asshole tried forcing himself on her, not that she needed my help, but i kinda decked him then he ran off." the twin clicked his tongue, shaking his head his eyes flickering from the ground to you, checking you over.
"deserved. are you alright..?"
realising he was speaking to you, you stopped playing with the hoodie sleeve. "y/n and yeah it was a bit of a shock, i was just lucky that grayson was nearby when it occurred." your voice still a bit shaky from the encounter.
it was decided that the twins wanted to make sure you got home alright, you protested, but your complaints fell upon deaf ears.
they were even kind enough to buy you a hot chocolate at a near by diner beforehand.
the drive to your house was silent, all was heard was the clicking of the turn indicator every now and then. a soft pop song played in the background as you zoned out.
it didn't take long to get to your house, them both wished you a farewell as you started to walk to your front door not before putting your number into gray's phone, he said for quote on quote 'if you ever need to be saved again' with a wink.
closing the wooden door, leaning your back up against it, a small grin laid on your lips as you took off your heels.
realising that you still had his hoodie on.
© ruewrote.
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Cat’s Masterlist!
-requests are open for fluff, angst, sequels, all kinds of ideas!
-current muses (feel free to request someone outside of this list): wilbur soot, awesamdude, dream, foolish games, dolan twins
Wilbur Soot (prepare for lots of fluff):
single dad wilbur
sleepy saturday morning with will and his little girl
your new (fake) boyfriend
late night wilbur
campfire vibes with boyfriend wilbur
arcade day with drunk wilbur
meeting wilbur on an airplane
Grayson Dolan
Kind Stranger Masterlist (two volume fic that became my baby for a year and is the thing i am most proud of)
Football Gray Masterlist (giant concept train)
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Stop the soft concept I’ve been falling asleep to lately is you pregnant with your first baby with Grayson and being tied bc you’re growing a baby and your first trimester you’re usually exhausted. He finds you passed out in the couch and cuddles up to you, kissing your head and pulling a blanket over you. Probably shaking his head bc you feel bad always falling asleep and missing going out for dinners for date night recently but he just wants you healthy and happy 🥺
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A/N: I was listening to Collide by Howie Day while writing this so please join me in this soft blurb
https://open.spotify.com/track/6dwkFmLUz6hx2CZG2EqLol?si=e9da4f7db0f54147
maybe most mornings really kick your ass so not only are you falling asleep late trying to update your parents in a different time zone, but you’re up in the early morning hours praying to the porcelain God’s that the nausea passes soon.
it doesn’t. it never does.
Grayson is right there beside you through it all: holding your hair, watching you with careful protective eyes, taking the phone and assertively (and respectfully) telling your parents you need your rest and to call back in the morning after you’ve had some food and sleep.
naps are sacred during this time and are always welcome, even if it makes you feel guilty for not being as present with Grayson as you used to be. even if he never complains you still feel a tug at your heart when your usual date nights pass by and you’ve spent the day lounging in your pajamas with a bowl of blueberries you can’t seem to stop eating.
this morning was no different and it kicked your ass more than usual. you’d had a busy week anyway, and the lack of sleep the night before made it harder to make it through the day. you could hardly keep your eyes open at breakfast. you knew it would be another day of procrastinating on work and lounging on the couch for hours until the nausea passed.
when Grayson finds you dozing off on the couch with a re-run of One Tree Hill playing on the TV, he can’t help but squeeze in on the couch with you, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the back of your head softly. your back resting against his chest, your head facing the tv, your fingers tucked in to the sleeves of your shirt, arms crossed over your body in a hug like fashion.
he knows the toll it’s taken on your body already to carry your first child - the exhaustion that you have to battle - and although he will never understand what that feels like, he’s going to be there to comfort you any time you need it and then some. he never misses a moment to give you a kiss, bring breakfast to you in bed on the hard days, help you with errands, tug you into a hug when you're too scared to ask him for it.
it’s his own miracle: his dream girl, his dream home, and now his child is growing inside of you before his very eyes. at times it makes him emotional to think of the days he fought tooth and nail just to hold onto an sliver of sanity - the moments when he wanted to give up. he then thinks to the day he met you, and the many days after when you’ve held his hand and run your fingers through his hair, wiping away his tears of embarrassment, frustration, and shame. you’d been there through it all, the good and the bad. he plans to keep doing the same for you as long as he possibly can.
grabbing the knitted blanket from the top of the couch he’s draping it over your worn out body, sunken into the plushness of the couch and far too tired to care what is happening in the world around you. sleep deprivation is kicking your ass and you grab what you can, even if it is at the most inconvenient times.
placing another kiss against your hair and he smooths your hair away from your face. sometimes he talks to you like this, when he’s being too vulnerable and would be embarrassed if you could hear him. right now is no exception. emotion high, spilling out of him before he can stop it.
“I thought I had it all once until you...my beautiful strong girl...” Grayson whispers, holding you impossibly closer with his hand still smoothing out your hair, mussed from tossing in your sleep. “such a stubborn and sweet little thing...and so infuriating. you argued with me every chance you got. you drove me fucking crazy. I was so sure you hated me...”
looking up at the tv to see Nathan Scott handing Haley James a bracelet, he smiles. he remembers the giddy feeling when your love was blooming three years ago and he knew he just had to win you over. he thought he had everything until he met you. money, girls, cars, clothes, etc. fuck he couldn't have been more wrong. he had his sight set on you, and suddenly nothing was enough.
“sometimes I can’t believe that I won you over and now we are expecting...fuck isn't that crazy? three years later and we are literally having a baby my beautiful girl...we are having our baby..” he can hardly keep his eyes from welling up, knowing you’re tired but glowing every minute of the day when you aren’t sleeping.
you’ve always wanted a baby, and even if you can’t hear him, it would mean the world for you to hear him just as excited about your child. he’s always wanted to be a father, trying to keep it on the low in case the talk of children might scare you...but you knew. you knew and you felt the same.
this baby was truly a miracle. after countless doctors telling you that you had a slim to no chance of ever being pregnant - you broke down into tears at the sight of the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test that was gripped in your hand in the bathroom three months ago. you told your mother first and she helped you with a plan to tell Grayson.
he was just as emotional, holding you in his arms and crying into your shoulder. you found solace in each others arms. he’s told everyone he’d seen that day after that he was going to be a dad: the cashier at the grocery store, the hostess at the restaurant you went to to celebrate, even the random passerby's on the sidewalk. he couldn't stop saying it, he couldn't stop smiling.
now here he was, playing with your hair on the couch, watching one tree hill and talking to you openly while you slept peacefully.
“I love you more than I can ever possibly explain and I just want you to know I will always be here for the both of you,” he moves your hair away from your neck, leaning down to press a pattern of kisses from your collarbone up your neck and right under your ear. he smirks as your skin turns to gooseflesh. “look at that...even when you can't hear me your body knows when I’m loving you. I hope that never goes away.”
satisfied with your reaction, his hands move down to your growing baby bump, rubbing absentminded circles over the round area and smiling to himself as he thinks of all of the obstacles he had overcome to get to where he is now. the fights with his family over how fast and hard he fell for you, the slander on the internet about you using him for his money and fame, the derogatory words his friends would call you on guys night. he had your best interest in mind through it, and you’re still the one he wants and will keep wanting until you’ve told him to get the hell away or natural causes take him away.
It soothed him to think about a simple life with his family, the traditions you would have, the future blossoming in front of his very eyes and how you both deserved every single bit of happiness you were selfishly enjoying.
At some point his own eyes drift close and he joins you in your blissful sleep, wanting it to be this simple forever. He only wakes once to your lips sealing a kiss to his cheek and your body turning to snuggle into him even more.
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could you do some fluff with either e or g ? It’s completely fine if you don’t want to
hope you enjoyed your day/night <333
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This fic made me miss the twins and Emmas friendship </3
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“Hey guys, we're back!" the twins yell into the camera. They put on a funny accent, making them both burst out into laughter. You and Emma laugh from behind the camera, making yourselves known in the video.
The twins wanted both of you to do a surprise appearance, seeing as Emma was all of yours’ best friend and you were Ethan’s girlfriend. Your relationship was already public, but this would be the first video of theirs that you appeared in.
“You guys ruined the fucking intro!" Grays yells at you and Emma playfully. “Now there’s no point in it even being a surprise” Ethan shakes his head dramatically, exaggerating the disappointment in his voice.
You gasp dramatically at his ‘accusation’, putting a hand to your heart which Emma mimicks. “How dare you?” She jokes, making Grayson and Ethan chuckle. "Shut the fuck up Gray! Your intro idea sucked ass anyways!" you huff, making Emma wheeze. Both of you enter the frame, since there was no point of hiding yourselves anymore to surprise the viewers.
Ethan’s eyes look up and his lips part in admiration as he watched you move. Almost anyone would awe at the heart eyes he was giving you, that you were clearly too oblivious to see. He had this look on his face whenever he was looking at you. His eyes would focus on you and only you. His lips would part as he admired you. He looked at you like you were the only girl in the worlds, he truly was in love with you.
You go to flop down next to Ethan, entering the video frame. However, Ethan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap “E!” you squeal out in surprise, making Ethan laugh at how easily scared you were.
“S’just me baby, relax” Ethan mumbles in your ear, and you blush. You turn to meet his gaze. “Hi” you say quietly, not being able to rub the smile off your face and Ethan reciprocates it, “Hi”. He burys his head in your shoulder, just resting there, making you smile.
Emma enters the frame and makes a joke, making you all laugh. You could feel Ethan’s laugh vibrate on your skin, giving you goosebumps but the good kind. Your hand going to tangle itself in Ethan’s hair, playing with it. Whenever you played with Ethan’s hair, it was like he was putty in your hands.
Emma and Grayson start explaining what the video is about, not realizing that you and Ethan weren't paying attention. He leaves a kiss in the crook of your neck, then another on your shoulder, making you giggle and squirm. Ethan tightens his hand around your waist to keep you still, and you turn to look at him.
Your eyes meet, making a lighthearted grin appear on your faces. Your hand moves to the back of his neck to pull his head upwards, and leave a soft kiss on his lips. But of course, one tiny kiss is never enough for Ethan. So he cupped your face and tried to connect your lips once again, this time making it last.
You turned quickly, making Ethan’s lips meet your neck to which he pouted. You didn’t want to get into a full blown make out in the middle of the video. But Ethan childishly put his face in your neck again and puffed annoyedly. You laugh at his childish antics, hand going back to caress his hair.
“Well if the two lovebirds next to us are done, we’ll get on with this video now” Emma sarcastically jokes, making you and Ethan laugh. He brings his head up to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Okay okay, let’s get on with the video”. “Fucking finally” Grayson muttered, and you playfully shove him bringing out a laugh from everyone.
Ethan and you never showed pda on camera or in front of their viewers, rarely even a kiss. It was just how you two were, usually preferring to keep the details of your relationship private. So that one kiss was more than enough, and to say that the fans loved it was an understatement.
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FIRST SLEEPOVER WITH GRAY!! i think the first time you’re sleeping over at your bf/gf’s house it can be so awkward 😭
grayson was far too preoccupied with watching the subtle movements of your chest rising and falling with every breath, your head that was resting on his chest and you hand that was clutching tightly onto the hem of his grey t-shirt that helped to define his muscles. your pinky finger tickling the exposed skin above the waistband of his sweatpants making his heart flutter at the contact, resulting in grayson failing to realise it was baring on 1am and you were still yet to make the journey home.
he shifted to a more comfortable position for both himself and you, smiling contently at the way your tired body naturally followed his movements and curled closer to him. he kissed your hair as he gripped the laptop which was placed on his lap to prevent it from falling as he shifted a bit to allow you more space to cuddle into him without causing yourself any strain.
feeling Grayson fidget beneath you, so accustomed to his every move, your eyes flutter open. his hazel ethereal orbs being the first thing you see as you inhale the musky scent of him, not releasing you had dozed off half way through your planned movie night, you immediately start to apologise.
“gray what time is it? m’sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep.”
baby don’t apologise,” grayson pushes your hair behind your ear to sooth you, kissing the tip of your nose followed after by a heartfelt chuckle as he found it so endearing seeing you so flustered. feeling like you had already overstayed your welcome. “it’s just gone 1.”
oh shit!,” you yawned. you should have started to head home, yet you no made sudden movements to gather your things, instead snuggling further into his chest and lacing your fingers with his. his breath quickened and you could hear his heart thumping in his chest.
“it’s late, you should stay the night.” grayson blurted out as he looked down at your intertwined fingers, “i-i mean only if you want to. whatever you feel comfortable with." he looked down at you with a nervous smile, his thumb grazing the back of your hand as he spoke cautiously, worried he may have overstepped a boundary so early on in your relationship.
he sat up abruptly. his eyes filled with panic as you stuttered out a response, nervousness surged through you as his words settled in.
“oh erm-” you so desperately wanted to scream yes and fall sleep in his arms like you had envisioned since the day you met him. but instead you play it call. “sure, if that’s ok with you?”
grayson presents you with an adorable giggle as his heart burst out of his chest knowing you were going to spend the night. you were going to be the last thing he saw before he went to bed and the first thing he saw when he woke up. his dream.
“oh course baby, i’d love nothing more.”
“i erm, i don’t have anything to sleep in.”
he graces your lips with a kiss, kissing away your worries before reaching for your hand and leading you down to his room. a sense of comfort washing over you as you were met with the warm nature and decorative interior that screamed grayson.
you stood awkwardly at the end of his bed as you watched him rumble through his wardrobe, his back muscles flexing as he found the perfect shirt for you to sleep in. only happening to offer you the same exact shirt he wore the first time you went to the beach together, a shirt that held happy memories and helping to ease your nerves about spending your first night together.
you smiled and headed into his en-suite to change into the more comfortable attire, not feeling confident enough to change in front of grayson just yet and he respected. immediately after slipping the oversized tshirt over your head and fixing your messy bun, your nostrils are met with his intoxicating scent. when you exit, grayson is already undressed fumbling around with the cushions on his bed making sure everything he perfect.
he kept rearranging the blankets, mumbling curse words under his breath as he flicked off some left over crumbs from his breakfast. flustered, nervous and embarrassed, he’s pulled back to reality by your soft giggles.
“i-erm i normally sleep this side, but erm- you can sleep on whatever side you want. take your pick, baby.” grayson’s words appeared jumbled as he rambled on due to his nerves.
you climb into bed on the left side of the bed, knowing it wasn’t grayson’s preferred side and therefore you wouldn’t be throwing him out of routine. you were a guest in his home after all. you make yourself comfortable, patting the spot beside you and waiting patiently with the blanket thrown back for grayson to crawl into bed next to you. already missing the feeling of your body ontop of his.
grayson paused for a moment to admire you. to memorise the image of you in his bed, wearing his shirt. it felt so natural.
he smiled as he pulled you down beside him. his arms wrapping around your waist, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. you pushed your leg in between his, your cold feet touching his warm ones. you wrapped your arms around his warm body and got yourself settled.
“how are you always so warm?” you mumbled, half of your words were muffled against his shirt as you rested on his chest.
he laughed lightly in response before kissing your forehead and you smiled. his hands gripped your waist, his love for you was oozing out of his heart. he couldn’t get enough of your smile or having you in his arms. and now in his bed.
“goodnight baby, love you.”
kissing the skin over grayson’s heart, you snuggle further into him with a content sigh. smiling softly as the sound of grayson’s heart beat worked to lull you to sleep, in addition to the feeling of his fingers trancing up and down you spine.
“mm love you so much.”
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i have an idea for soft jersey grayson that you could write if you want? so y/n has always had trouble sleeping and her and gray are in jersey staying in the laundry room, being tucked up with him in a cosy room made her fall asleep perfectly and gray just holds her admiring her and feeling happy that she was able to sleep okay
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Grayson woke up from the sounds of soft conversations coming from down the hall towards the kitchen. Slowly his body began to wake up and get a feel of his surroundings. He could hear his brother and mom's voice down the hall, along with the birds chirping outside the window that was above him. When his eyes opened and the fuzziness of sleep faded, he realized that it was the next morning. But something he wasn’t expecting was you still sleeping soundly beside him.
Your head was placed on the same pillow as his, with his arm wrapped tightly around you and pulling you tight to his chest. He would feel the soft breath from your nose against his neck. Grayson reached down and brushed some of the hair from your face which made you only nuzzle into him more. Grayson smiled knowing that you were finally sleeping soundly beside him. Sleep was something that didn’t come easily to you, your mind making it so you didn’t fall into a deep sleep. It would pain him to see the tiredness in your eyes, the dark circles beneath them.
So Grayson just laid there with you, watching over your face as you slept, not even caring his bladder was screaming for release. He wanted to keep holding you. staying within the warmth of the blankets you two were tucked into. After another thirty to forty-five minutes, you began to slowly wake up. A soft moaning coming from you as you shifted in your sleep. Grayson smiled down towards you the moment your eyes opened and connected with his.
“Morning baby,” He spoke, his hand gently caressing along your waist and rubbing the skin.
“M-morning?” You looked around and could see the soft sunlight coming through the room that was placed above the bed, “I slept the whole night?”
Grayson’s eyes softened seeing the relief take over your face, relaxing into him more with a hint of shock in your tone.
“Yeah, baby. I woke up before you...which never happens.”
You let out a soft laugh with a smile “That doesn’t ever happen,”
“Do you feel ok? I know how badly you’ve been unable to sleep lately.”
“I feel...amazing.” A smile tugged on the corner of your lip. “But I just wanna stay here with you. I don’t wanna leave.”
“We can have a lazy day baby. Just me and you in this...laundry room...”
“Sounds perfect,” You yawned softly before cuddling into him, Grayson’s hold only tightening on you more before releasing for a second.
“First, I need to use the bathroom.” He chuckled making you laugh as he shifted off the bed and over you to slip out of the room.
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i’m ready for the concept😏
a/n: this is probably a lot softer than you expected. lmao sorry was in my feels when i wrote this. anyway’s here’s a lil expansion on this post
warnings: there’s some mentions of sex, but doesn’t really go super deep into it. it’s also unedited so bear with me <333
“What’s this?” Grayson asks, tracing along the bee on your ankle, a tiny yet delicately shaded piece of art. You look up from where you’re laying in his bed, lying naked under a blanket. Most of your legs are still exposed, showing off the tattoos you’ve been keeping hidden due to a rare LA cold spell.
“S’for my childhood dog. Her name was Honeybee.” You mutter, voice heavy with sleep. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but somehow Grayson is up and full of energy. He had gotten up a while ago, doing whatever to keep himself occupied while you drifted in and out of sleep. He eventually found himself perched on the end of his bed, watching as your body slowly rose and fall until his attention was piqued by the dark tattoo on your ankle.
“Didn’t know you had tattoos.”
“That was like the first thing you pointed out when we met.” You snort, remembering the day you two had met. He had loudly asked about your tattoos, wanting to know if you could recommend him a new artist in LA. He was more than happy with his current artist, just needed a cheap excuse to talk to the pretty girl standing in front of him at Whole Foods.
As you’re taking a trip down memory lane, he’s pulling at the blanket covering your bare body. You whine lowly, body slowly covered in goosebumps from the cold air as more dark marks are revealed.
“Yeah, just didn’t know you had this many.” His eyes are wide, taking in most of the details he had missed last night and sees your body is covered in different ink portraits. Some are small, most of them are large and he makes a notice how you keep most of them in places that can easily be hidden.
The first one he asks about was actually one that he noticed the night before. They were red devil horns on the apex of your thigh, right on the edge of your pelvis. He had made a note to ask about it before beginning to go down on you, and he brushes over it.
“That was my first one. My friend used to charge people to get shitty stick and pokes in the school bathroom, and I was her first ‘client’” You air quote around client, memories coming back of rushing through your hour lunch and hiding anytime an attendant walked by. You cringe now at the choice and how you proudly showed it off to anyone who asked you the next period, feeling so mature and badass. “I was 17 and so lucky it didn’t get infected.”
“Stop that.” You giggle as he continued to brush over it, tracing the small horns with the tip of his fingers. “Tickles.”
He stops, moving up to the larger piece on your ribcage. It’s a portrait of Medusa, face cracking as if she turned herself to stone. Her eyes are left bare, and there’s almost something hauntingly beautiful about it, expression ready as if she was planning on turning you to stone herself.
“Same friend, actually. She ended up becoming a professional artist.” You yawn, head drooping back down onto the pillow. You keep talking with your eyes closed. “She needed a test dummy for a larger piece, and I trusted her. It actually came out really well.”
Grayson nods, taking in the detailed line work of the snakes and the shading of her cracked cheekbones and nose.
“We match.” He can’t help but point out, eyes giddy as he pulls up his underwear to point out his own Medusa tattoo. You take in the naked woman on his upper thigh, snakes covering her hair and lower half.
“Didn’t peg you as a bush guy.” You joke, sitting up to trace over his tattoo like he does yours. He sharply inhales, and you smile, making a note of that in your mind.
“What else?” He asks.
You turn over on your stomach, flowers adorning your left shoulder.
“It’s my brother and sisters birth flowers - Roses for June and Marigolds for October.” Those were your favorite, though you rarely admit it to anyone. A permanent reminder of your roots, bringing your siblings wherever you went in life.
You roll back over on your back, and he moves up to sit on your upper thighs, still scanning up and down your body. You watch as his eyes zero in on your sternum tattoo. A rose wrapped around a dagger, almost as if the rose itself was a snake. It’s placed directly in between your chest, and he brushes over it lightly, hand resting underneath one of your boobs.
“Thought you would’ve noticed this earlier; specially with how long you spent staring at my chest last night.” You joke, tucking your chin unattractively to look down with him.
“Was kind of distracted last night.” He flicks your nose up annoyingly. “What is it though?”
“I don’t know, got it when I first moved to LA. Was trying so hard to be edgy and cool.” He laughs and you lightly cover your face in embarrassment. “Don’t think it worked though.”
“Definitely didn’t work.” Grayson’s still laughing and you left out a soft hey in protest, kicking his ribs lightly.
He leans down, kissing the pair of dice above your collarbone. Their sides are up, both numbers marked at 11 and you answer before he asks.
“My angel number is 1111, and matching dice are lucky so it just made sense kind of.” He nods, smirking at the way you start moving as he lightly sucks a mark right on top of it.
You pout jokingly and the dark writing on your inner lip catches his attention. He pulls your lower lip down, rolling his eyes at the small Daddy tattooed along the inside of it.
“Bad mistake, but still a good memory.” You explain.
“Can’t believe I’m dating a girl with daddy tattooed on her.” He jokes and it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
“Don’t you have grind tattooed on you? Feel like that’s somehow worse.” He laughs while moving his hand as you pull down his lower lip to reveal his own questionable tattoo choice.
“Okay, so it wasn’t the best choice.” He moves your hand away from his mouth before interlocking your fingers, bringing your hand to kiss along the vine wrapping around your wrist. He stops at the butterfly, kissing it once while looking at you expectantly.
“What about-“
You shush him, laughing lightly as you put a finger to his lips.
“As much as I’d love to continue the tattoo tour, we’d be here all day. And honestly, a lot of them don’t really have meaning, just thought they look sick.” He nods, understanding what you meant. There’s plenty of tattoos on his own body that he struggles to come up with a deeper meaning, not always wanting to admit he just got them to look cool.
“You know what this means?” You raise an eyebrow, shielding your eyes from the rising sun.
“We’re getting tattoos together on our next date.”
“A tattoo date? That’s kinda serious.” You tease, poking his side lightly as he lays back under the covers.
“What can I say? I’m all in with you.”
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Hey, What if you do a blurb where Grayson has a daughter who’s a daddy’s girl which Grayson talks about 24/7 as Ethan teases him.
The buzzing noise of the tattoo gun as well as Ethan’s deep, pestering voice went through one of Grayson’s ears and out the other as he stared down at his phone screen, a video you had sent him of your daughter, sitting in Grayson’s podcast chair, also wearing his headphones, blabbing aimlessly into the mic. He turned his volume up, hearing your soft voice talk to your guys’ daughter.
“Are you recording like daddy?” He hears your quiet voice talk to her, giggling at the end.
Your daughter, Lilly, grabbed at mic, adjusting the buttons and pulling at the different wires. Grayson knew she definitely messed up the audio, but at this point, she was too cute for him to care. He listened to her quiet babbles, watching her grab and twist her cute little pigtails. He noticed that they were uneven, one side was undoubtedly higher than the other, but he thought your attempt at doing her hair was adorable. They both knew that Lilly hated people touching her hair, and would often throw massive temper tantrums when one of them tried to even brush it. However, if Grayson wasn’t already gushing at the sight of his adorable daughter, she had said his favorite words ever.
“Dada?” Lilly stares up at You, quirkily.
“Yeah, are you recording like Dada?” You gush.
“ I wecord wike Dada,” she whispers.
Grayson felt his heart physically fall in love all over again, the sight of his two favorite girls being absolutely adorable together made him fall into pieces.
“Bro, are you even listening to me?” Ethan’s voice interrupted Grayson’s thoughts.
“Nah dude, Y/n just sent me the cutest video of Lills I think I have ever seen,” Grayson answered.
“Aww, wittle Gwayson misses his famiwy,” Ethan teases in a childish accent.
Grayson, however, was not tolerating any slander towards his little family, knowing you had gotten pregnant a bit young and did face lots of backlash from fans, friends, and worst of all- your family. Grayson hated when people teased you or him about your daughter, it just struck a nerve. He grabbed a pillow before chucking it at Ethan’s head, slightly startling the tattoo artist, causing him to mess up a line, dragging it out of the design.
“Dude, you fucked up my tattoo!”
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a/n- Thank u so much anon for this request! This was so cute and I actually really like it for once:) Thank uuu
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Baby Boy
Summary: You and Grayson are acquaintances with benefits. Being older than him you pointedly ignore all the signs that he has deeper feelings. However, it becomes clear that you cannot keep ignoring your own.
Warnings: Smut, Fluff, kinda sub!gray, older!reader
“Did your door just open?” One of your friends asked, comically craning her neck on her screen as though she would be able to see behind you.
Out of paranoia, you moved your computer slightly despite knowing she wouldn’t be able to see anything. This alerted your other friends who were clearly multitasking during the weekly group call. The other two of your friends were parents and were currently begging their children for peace of mind. The friend who mentioned the door opening had no interest in having children, but had been married the longest out of everyone.
You were the only one single and thriving...emphasis on thriving. You felt it as you looked at yourself in the small preview of your video. You were wearing a baby pink robe that if the camera panned down it would reveal that it left nothing to the imagination. It still looked luxurious against your skin, only heightened by the dangling diamond chandelier earrings that almost grazed your shoulders. You were in the process of removing your makeup, or so you made it appear, so you only had on your eyebrow pencil and mascara. Your lips were still tinted red as you were in process of removing your lipstick. In reality you were leaving a bit of makeup on for your visitor.
“Y/N!” Your friend yelled. “Are you in distress?! Blink three times if you need help.”
You laughed. “No, a friend just arrived and...” You looked to your side before back to the camera. “...made himself comfortable.”
“Him?!” All your friends said simultaneously.
“Who is this mystery guy?” One of your other friends asked.
“The one you robbed from his cradle?” The last friend teased while they actually balanced an infant in their arms.
You hid a blush, embarrassed that Grayson could hear them. Your eyes darted to him, watching him sit on your bed with nothing on but his shorts that hung dangerously low at his waist. He was pretending to be on his phone, but his fingers weren’t moving which told you he was listening.
He was so handsome. The way he leaned back, propping himself up with one muscular arm bended at the elbow. He was so tan that it made his hazel eyes look lighter at times. You were tempted to walk over to him, take his chin and force him to look at you with this big, puppy eyes. It was your first friend’s voice that brought you back to reality.
“Earth to, Y/N! Girl, who is this man?” She slammed her open palm on her desk, causing her partner behind her to turn around to see what was going on.
“I don’t gossip.” You joked, grabbing your tea cup and taking a long sip. That was a lie as you were all gossiping up until this very moment.
Before your friends could say anything else, you saw Grayson appear behind you in your self-view camera. To be precise, you saw Grayson’s abs and his adonis belt appear behind you. His large tan hand gently removed the cup from your hand while his other hand took yours to bring it up to his lips for a kiss. While his face was out of camera for your friends, you could see this mischief in his eyes as he locked gazes with you. He walked out of the room and you heard the sound of him lifting the kettle to top off your cup. He returned quickly with your refilled cup and placed it on the table.
“oh...my...god...” Your friends said in unison, their jaws dropping.
You finally broke your stare from Grayson to your camera to be greeted with their shocked expressions.
Not liking the loss of your attention, Grayson got down on his knees and turned your computer chair so you were facing him. With your side profile to your camera, all your friends could see was you staring at something below you. They saw the movement of your legs being uncrossed and spread apart, but not enough to get the graphic details.
“I’ll talk to you guys later...” You whispered, your eyes darting between Grayson slowly removing your underwear and the screen as you attempted to successful close the call.
With a click of a button, your zoom call was done, and you slapped your laptop shut.
Grayson pushed your legs aside and breathed in your aroma. You smirked and pushed his forehead to block him. You stood up, still wearing your high heels because you knew he liked it, and catwalked to the middle of the room. Grayson smirked at you, gripping your panties that had fallen on the floor and tightening them into a ball in his hands. He admired you in your designer robe. It was so short that as you looked at him from the side, he got an eyeful of your round butt. His eyes started from your high heel covered shoes, up your legs, tracing your butt and hips, dancing up your waist, and zooming in on your chest before finally locking on your disapproving eyes.
“Who told you you could interrupt my call?” You asked, keeping the same measured tone you use at work.
Grayson licked his lips, unapologetically. “I just wanted to show off for you.”
“I don’t need you to show off for them.” You rolled your eyes. “They are easily impressed.”
Grayson stood up and walked over to you. He looked down at you cockily, but you met his intensity with confidence.
“How do I impress you?” He asked.
“I think you know.” You stood with your legs wide and Grayson smiled softly.
Typical of you to make him kneel again just to show him who’s boss. He didn’t mind, he loved it. He loved eating you out and hearing you moan his name. In a strange way, you dominating him also put you at his mercy in certain positions. This was one of them.
Grayson got on his knees and placed his shoulders on the back of your legs. He tilted his head upward to nuzzle your clit before tilting back further to give it a little lick. You groaned softly as he continued to lick your folds, greedily lapping the bit of arousal already there. Your finger intertwined with his locks gripping them tightly as you grinded on his face. If he had a problem with it, you wouldn’t know. Grayson was practically moaning into your clit and it made it all the better. His tongue latched on to your nub and he sucked on it harshly. You gasped, almost ripping out his hair in the process. Except you would never remove those soft brown locks that you adored staring at between your legs.
“Harder...” You moaned out.
Grayson grunted in response and lifted you, holding your butt for balance. Despite him doing this before, you had to brace yourself for the ascent. You held on to his shoulders to steady yourself. He now made long strokes with his tongue against your folds, his beard tickling you gently.
“Faster.” You commanded and his tongue jammed inside of you at a quick pace. You couldn’t believe he was able to go so deep and so fast at the same time. You would praise him later, after your third or fourth orgasm. It wouldn’t be long as the first one was about to wash over you.
Your body trembled and you could feel Grayson bracing for it. It embarassed you slightly that he knew your body so well. With a half-yell, his tongue was covered with your arousal. He knew that you could get so wet that he would have to eat you out for days to get it all, but he was willing to try.
As you came off your high, still on his shoulders, you let him enjoy his “meal.” Eventually, you sighed.
“Don’t be so greedy.” You teased. “Put me down on the bed.”
He looked at you disapprovingly, but he still walked over to the bed. You slowly untangled your legs from around his neck and shoulders and he laid you down.
Grayson sucked in a breath at the sigh of you. Your robe came apart on top to reveal the center of your breasts while it was still short enough on the bottom to put your aroused pussy on display. He stared at you as he got down on his knees again.
“Ugh, Grayson, stop...” You groaned as you propped yourself up with your elbows on the bed.
“B-But...” He pouted. “You didn’t squirt...”
“I don’t have to squirt every time.” You shook your head.
You pretended like it was annoying, but it was stil mind boggling for you. Before Grayson, you were used to being left high and dry. He was the first guy to ever be sad that you didn’t orgasm wildly every time.
You sat up fully on the bed and gestured for him to stand up. He did and you pulled him with his hips toward you.
“You were a good boy today.” You cooed. You pulled down his shorts and smiled when you saw him wearing nothing underneath, just how you liked it. “I am going to reward you.”
You pumped his cock slowly, admiring its girth and length. As much as your friends teased you about Grayson being young, at 20 going on 21 he was not lacking anything that men you date 10 and even 20 years older than him possessed. If anything, he gave you so much more.
How could you not enjoy his reactions? His hands locked around his wrists behind his back as he tried to choke back his moans. His toes curled making him shift his balance from side to side on his feet. It was so cute to see him trying to act tough, but you knew what it would take for him to give in.
You took him in your mouth. Slowly, but continued to tease the base of his cock with your hands. You heard his breath catch in his throat, encouraging you to keep going. As you took him completely, your hands slipped down to fondle his balls.
“F-ck...” He swore loudly, his hands resting on the back of your head.
You shot him a look and he returned it with an apologetic look, putting his hands behind his back once more. You gagged on him, something you often faked in the past, but did naturally for him. He withered under touch, moaning your name. You could feel his knees giving out, but you only hollowed your cheeks in response. His moans became pleas as he felt himself getting closer to release.
“Please...” He choked out. “...let me pleasure you.”
As much as you loved how embarrassed he got when he cummed prematurely, you obliged and let him go. You admired his cock standing tall and proud, slick with your saliva before leaning back on the bed.
“If you insist...” You said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He climbed on top of you hungrily. As usual he leaned in for a kiss, but he anticipated you turning your head to avoid it. He knew he would get his reward when he brought you to your orgasm. Instead, he settled for laying soft kisses on your neck. He removed your robe along the way, not without kissing every inch of skin.
You blushed, never getting used to the praise that he gave your body. He kissed every bit of flesh on your shoulders and breast--oh how much time he loved to spend on your breasts, licking and sucking on your nipples--to your stomach, before laying butterfly kisses on your core. It was almost too much and you whined to get to the main attraction.
“Just put it in me...” You groaned.
He smiled at you, widening your legs as far as they could go. “Yes, ma’am.”
He put one hand on your hip and the other hand on his cock to moisten even more with your arousal. In one swoop he was thrusting inside of you. Your back arched and he greeted your chest by sucking on one of your nipples. You clenched around him at the double sensation of him teasing your nipple while pounding into you needily. You gasped as you gripped on to his locks, matching his rhythm to the best of your ability.
“God, harder...” You commanded.
He gripped your hips and slammed into you, your bed creaking loudly as a response. It almost felt like an earthquake the way the entire room was shaking. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Grayson knew it was his chance.
He leaned down and kissed your lips softly. Your mouth, already open and panting, accepted the kiss with your tongue reaching out to greet him. His tongue happily played with yours while his hips continued to do their job and ram into you with all their might.
He broke the kiss while pulling out, making your eyes widen with rage. Grayson smirked at you, before turning you on your side. You instantly lifted your leg to rest it on his shoulder as he re-entered you. The new angle sent a shock of pleasure through your body and you moaned approvingly.
Grayson smiled, hiding his pride by leaning down and nuzzling into your hair. He hated how much he lived for your acceptance. At the same time, that little smile that crept on your lips as you neared your release it was the one thing that kept him going.
“I’m so close, baby boy.” You said, making Grayson grunt.
Just hearing that nickname made him want to bust. But, he had to hold on. You always came first, that was what started your rendezvous in the first place. His ability to pleasure you like no other man put him at the top of your list, and he would not relinquish his spot to anyone.
“Fill me, baby boy.” You said, your eyes looking at him sensually. “Cum with me.”
Your eyes locked and he could only nod as he released. You clenched around him with a force so strong that he wasn’t even sure his seed could come out, but it did. With a few more thrusts, he pulled out. You rolled on top your back and spread your legs for him, the mix of your released oozing out of you.
“Clean it up...” You said, in a tired, but still authoritative voice.
“Yes, ma’am...” Grayson said, but he was already on his knees, excited to lap it up and finally make you squirt.
Somewhere between you squirting and your fourth orgasm, you blacked out. When you came to, you were under the covers of your bed in the embrace of Grayson Dolan. The sun was sneaking through your curtains and the sounds of cars and tweeting birds filled your ears.
You inhaled a sharp breath and wiggled out of Grayson’s big spoon grasp. Before you could stop yourself, you turned and looked at him. He looked so innocent when he slept. Like a big man-child, with his long brown lashes and stubbly beard. Beside yourself, you pressed a soft kiss on his lips. Your heart jumped into your throat when he stirred a bit. Worried you got caught, you hopped off the bed. You realized it was a false alarm as he bear turned and let out a snore, his back now facing you.
You sighed and grabbed your robe off the floor. Your eyes traced your room and you saw his t-shirt that he left on the floor by your door. You figured he had taken it off the moment he entered, not realizing you were on the phone with your friends. You grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, getting a whiff of a summery scent as you did. This was your favorite. You made the mistake of telling him once and he has never stopped wearing it.
You liked that he wore rhe fragrabmncr, you just hated the fact that he knew how much you liked it.
You sighed as you walked to your bedside table and picked up your phone. It was around 8am on a Sunday and you had a whole bunch of things to do before work the next day. This was the first time in a long time Grayson spent the night, even if it was unintentional. He would usually slip out when you were sleeping, but he really put in his all the night before. You decided to reward him.
You walked into the kitchen to make his favorite breakfast of yours, a breakfast sandwich, all vegan of course. As you cooked the meatless sausage, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. You spotted the champagne your business partner got you to celebrate a new product launch earlier this week and you decided to add a bit to your juice.
“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” Grayson’s voice asked, still gruff from tiredness.
You were surprised, but you controlled it, shrugging. You sipped the now mimosa with a soft smirk. You quirked an eyebrow as you realize he was completely naked. He was also smirking seeing you in his shirt, something you rarely did.
“I may not have meat products anymore...” You said, your own voice deep from not using it all morning, “...but I refuse to give up my mimosas.”
“Hmm?” Grayson asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
You could feel all of him pressed against and you hid your amusement by taking another sip.
“It has special significance for me...” You continued. “I remember my first one. It was during my summer internship, third year of college. I was working at a firm in Hong Kong...”
As you told your story, it was like there were two of you. The you telling this long, bragadocious story about your success and the you wondering why you were like this. It only happened with him. As you turned out of his arms to put the sausages on the vegan biscuits and assemble the sandwiches, you saw the look of wonder in Grayson’s eyes.
That was why you did it. It was the way he looked up to you that made you become this caricature of a successful business woman.
You were older than him, but with his maturity level, you were both on the same level. You both had successful businesses that involved you making big decisions that impacted people’s lives. In fact, if he knew the real you, he would know that you could be quite childish and impulsive. It was only at work did you become this confident and borderline arrogant control freak.
You met Grayson through a work thing and you first hooked up a few nights after your initial meeting. You could tell he idolized you and didn’t want to ruin his image of you. It was a lie you kept both in bed and outside of it.
“Here...” You handed him the plate and he looked surprised as if he didn’t work out that the two sandwiches were for both of you.
“Wow,” Grayson grinned. “I must have been really good last night if I get to stay the night and I get breakfast.”
He took the plate and sat at the kitchen island. You grabbed your plate as well and put it next to his, but stayed standing next to him.
“You were pretty good,” You smirked. “...baby boy.”
Grayson growled and surprised you by wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you strongly. Your eyes remained wide open and stayed that way when Grayson broke the kiss. His lustful gaze morphed into one of worry when he saw your expression.
“Sorry, I just...that name...” He ran his fingers through his hair. “...it drives me crazy. Hearing you call me that...you know...”
You looked at him. You really looked at him. It was like a Greek God was sitting naked on a stool at your kitchen table. His rippling tanned muscles, his large length, the dark glint in his eyes...how did you not realize it sooner...
“You’re usually pretty dominant in bed aren’t you?” You teased, pushing him lightly.
Grayson frowned at you. “What do you mean?”
“I mean...” You chuckled. “I usually boss you around, but you’re probably the one doing the commanding.”
Grayson licked his lips. “I guess you could say that.” He smiled softly. “I guess I just enjoy pleasuring you. I feel like you’re always doing things on others’ behalf, I figured it would be nice if someone did something for you.”
You blushed, taken aback by his comments. “You’re joking right? I’m known for being the bossiest person ever.”
“You?” Grayson chuckled. “No way! Everyone talks about how hard you work and how much of a visionary you are while still taking in all the feedback from your team. It’s why I admire you.”
“I thought you liked me because of my international success.” You said, softly almost bashfully. It sounded stupid out loud.
Grayson looked at his plate to avoid your eyes. “I mean I do..., but I like you for more than just your work. I just like you...”
“Grayson...” You said in a tone that Grayson dreaded to hear.
He cut you off. “I know, okay? I know that you don’t see me that way.” He sighed. “I know I’m just your...boy toy. I just can’t help that I have feelings for you. I mean you’re the only woman I want to be with.”
“Grayson...” You knew you shouldn’t be surprised, but you were. Sure, he came at your beck and call, but you knew yoy weren’t the only girl he was hooking up with these days. LA was small when it came to gossip. However, he looked so sincere. Finally you said, “...I’m too old for you.”
“What?!” Grayson yelled, making you jump. “No, you’re not!”
“Grayson, you should be with someone your own age.” You said with a soft smile. “I’m just a boring old lady.”
“I don’t know many old ladies that has a trunk filled with sex toys in her closet.” Grayson teased.
You laughed. “It’s the 21st century, baby boy.” You punched his shoulder. “I’m serious, though. I’m sure you heard my past. I haven’t had much luck in the relationship department. You should be with someone who is more fresh...not worn out goods.”
Grayson grabbed your wrist and looked at you intensely. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. I know that those guys in your past were trash. They were 10 to 20 years older than you and used you as a trophy. They didn’t see how amazing you are. They don’t see you like how I see you.” He gulped. “Maybe we should give this a shot...it could be good for us.”
“Grayson...” You said, your tone clearly apprehensive. “...I don’t know if we should put labels on it.”
“Labels or no labels...” Grayson said, pulling you closer to him. “This is the longest time we have sat here talking to each other without having sex despite me being butt naked and you looked amazing in my shirt. And how does it feel?”
You thought about it. It felt comfortable. When you weren’t trying to fit some weird vision for him, you felt really good.
“It feels good, Gray.” You sighed. “It feels really good, but you have to realize that I am not what you see in the bedroom all the time.”
“I honestly can’t wait to see all sides of you.” Grayson muttered as he nuzzled into your neck. “I want to hold you when you cry. I want to listen to you rant about work. I want to be the one to buy you champagne when your launch goes well. I want to see all the sides of you, Y/N. And I want you to see all the sides of me.”
“Fifty shades of Gray?” You offered, making him groan in annoyance.
“Wow, so original.” He rolled his eyes before he looked at you, hopefully. “So, what you say? Want to be official with me?”
“Okay, baby boy.” You kissed his forehead. “Let’s be official.”
You yelped as he put you on his lap and gave you a peck on your lips. You giggled as he brought his plate closer and picked up his sandwich, his arms wrapping around you in the process.
“Grayson, you can’t eat like this.” You chastised him.
“Excuse me. Please don’t interrupt me while I eat the breakfast my girlfriend made me.” Grayson grinned, already liking the sound of that.
“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes. You took the sandwich holding it so he got the first bite before taking a bit yourself, alternating between you two.
“I could get use to this...” Grayson said, almost in a whisper.
“Me too...” You whispered back, with a soft giggle.
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I love you / Grayson Dolan
Word count: 1k
Summary : You wake up from a weird dream, and Grayson realises how much he adores you while you rumbling your dream to him in the middle of the night. First time saying I love you and fluff shit.
A/n : English is not my first language.This is very random, I don’t even know why I wrote this. The dream is inspired by one of the tweets I saw. That’s all, enjoy x
You opened your watery eyes in panic in the dark, and it took you a couple of seconds to remember where were you. The arms that wrapping your body tightly giving you a hint about it, causing you to feel relaxed immediately. You could feel Grayson’s chests rising against your back, and his peaceful snores were filling the room.
There was a heavy feeling on your chest. You thought about what caused the sad feeling for a second, and then you remembered the ironic reason. Your weird dream started to play on your head, this time making you smile wide at how ridiculous it was. Not necessarily a sad dream, you couldn’t even call it a dream if you were being honest. Just straight up weird comedy.
The more you thought about the dream, the more it got funnier. You try to hold your laughs in and fall back to sleep. Your boyfriend’s calm snores making you feel sleepy, but only for a second before your dream came to your mind again. Your silent smile turned into a small chuckle, but before you know it, your body was shaken from your giggles. Scared to wake Grayson up from his peaceful sleep, you try hard to be silent.
Grayson on the other hand was never really a light sleeper. He could sleep through a storm or even an earthquake, however, since he started to sleep with you, he was determined to open his eyes with every single sound he hears. Just to make sure you were completely fine in his arms, and there wasn’t anything threatening your safety. Feeling your body shake triggered him out of his sleep, overprotectiveness jumped right out, he pulled you closer.
“Are you okay, baby?” His raspy voice sounded worried, but he tried to use a soft tone knowing its effect on calming you.
You stopped holding yourself back and laughed out loud now that you know Grayson was up. You didn’t have a logical reason for laughing in the middle of the night, and that only made you laugh harder. Grayson was relaxed that you were not crying, hearing his favorite melody in the whole world warmed his heart. Even though he was confused and a little sleepy, he couldn’t help to laugh with you. You turned in his arms to face him. You always love the sight of sleepy Grayson, he looked so cute and cuddly.
“I just had the weirdest dream..” He giggled watching your excited expression, running one hand through his messy bed hair and looking gorgeous doing so.
“Oh, yeah? What was it?”
“Listen, babe, you’re going to love this. I was talking to this subway rat, he was looking at-“
“Wait, you were talking to a subway rat?” He interrupted, laughing hysterically at how normal you made it sound.
“Yes! And he was so cute, I think I called him Yoda, not sure why.”
“Jesus Christ, and it was a he?” You stopped to genuinely think for a second -you would hate to misgender your dear rat, obviously- Grayson’s face was hurting for smiling so much, to save you from thinking more he said “Okay, whatever. What were you talking with him?”
“Oh, he said “Join us, when the train comes we slide under the tracks and feel it rumble over us like a warm thunderstorm. We live forever and love to live.” You try to imitate your rat’s tone and it made Grayson bursting out laughing.
“What the fuck?” You both were laughing loudly, Grayson rolled his body next to you and bury his face on your neck while laughing. You keep laughing until your face was literally hurting from it.
“I said no, thank you, I am too large.” Grayson now was wheezing, eyes getting watery while he watched you laughing hard but trying to tell your absolutely insane dream at the same time.
“He turned away from me and I cried.”
“You cried?” He asked, it sounded dramatic than he meant it to be.
“Don’t laugh Gray, it was really sad. He looked really disappointed with me.”
Grayson held his breath for a second to actually stop laughing but he failed when he saw you pouting. You both start to laugh, holding each other close until you calmed down.
“I’m sorry the rat left you, baby, I’m glad you didn’t leave me with him though.”
You chuckle whispering “I would never.”
You watch each other with a huge smile, Grayson’s hand caressing your cheek lovingly.
“I’m sorry I wake you up.” You kissed the inside of his hand that was on your cheek. He leaned in to give you a heart melting kiss. It easily turned out to be a sloppy make-out session. Your wet and warm mouth moving was the only sound in the room and it made your stomach twitch with how hot it sounded.
“ I love you so much.” He pulled out from the kiss to whisper these words, making you froze in your place while your heartbeat a hundred times harder on your chest. During the one month of dating, you both kept these three words to yourselves. Not wanting to spill them too early and ruin the magic these words carrying. You didn’t expect him to say it this early, you also didn’t expect yourself to get this emotional. You were at the edge of the tears.
“You don’t have to say it back baby, I just want you to know it. I love you very much, and I hope I get to wake up to the sound of your laughing every night until the very last day. “
“I love you even more.” You managed to whisper back, tears are filling your eyes. Your voice sounded so soft that Grayson had to keep himself from sobbing. He cleared his throat while turning you on your back and cuddling you tightly.
“We have to sleep now, baby. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” You nodded your head, feeling Grayson’s lips soft touch on your hair. You have a smile on your face and it looked like it wasn’t going to be fading any time soon while you have Grayson by your side.
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Like Nobody’s Watching // E.D
Summary: Ethan was never really one for romance, but then you came along.
Warnings: none just fluff🥺 this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile so why not :)
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If there was one thing in this world that Ethan was sure of, it would be his love for you. He’d never been the movie material, ‘hopeless romantic’ type of guy. Until he met you. You stirred feelings deep within Ethan that he was yet to feel before you waltzed your way into his life, breaking down his walls with little to no effort.
Straight off the bat, you understood him more than anyone else in his life, sometimes even more than his own twin. Everything just seemed to make perfect sense when he was with you. He didn’t have to act or pretend. He could show his true self to you without the fear of judgment consuming his mind. You understood his humour, never taking his sarcastic responses to heart like some of the previous girls he had been with. You shared his deep love for adventure, never passing up on an opportunity to explore the world around you.
His last relationship had ended just over a year ago. Despite repeatedly telling his twin he wasn’t ready to date again, he found himself entering the bar, side by side with said brother. How had he convinced him this was a good idea, that he should get back out there? But the moment he first lay his eyes on you with microphone in hand, pouring your heart and soul into the lyrics of “Super Trouper” by ABBA? He knew you were the one.
The way your eyes crinkled in the corners from the massive grin lighting up your face. Hair tied up and out of your face as you danced around with your best friend, serenading her with your carefree singing. You sang and swayed like nobody was watching and that had Ethan hooked. You glanced out into the sea of people watching your performance when you’d locked eyes with him, flashing him your pearly whites with flushed cheeks.
He swore he would do anything to keep that god damn gorgeous smile on your face for as long as you’d let him. As the final notes rang out, you’d began to make your way through the crowd to him. You met his eyes and the rest was history.
2 years down the line and he has managed to keep his promise. He can’t recall a single day since your first interaction that you haven’t had that beaming smile plastered to your face, cheek muscles sore from the grin that refuses to give way. Even on some of your hardest days, he always found a way to make you giggle and you couldn’t be more grateful.
Ethan swears he’d never lived a moment of his life before he met you. Everything to ever happen in his life, none of it made sense. The rise to fame, the fast paced lifestyle? He could never wrap his head around it all. He’d travelled to every corner of the globe, yet the only place he knew he always wanted to be, was with you. His universe began with, and it will end with you. The way he feels for you? He knows he could never share that with another soul. It’s always you.
Every now and then, Ethan finds himself replaying that evening in his head. The flashing stage lights that lit up your angelic features so perfectly. Your voice filling the entire area and captivating the focus of all in the room. Just how much you had changed his life for the better. Damn, he really should thank Gray.
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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😌
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