small request! grayson and y/n were supposed to be going out for a date night but he goes to buy y/n another dress because he insists hers is too short to wear in public (plus he’s overprotective)

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

a/n: i changed it a little, and i kinda made grayson a meanie in this one

Stingy:

"I'll be out in the car." Grayson runs his hand through his hair before leaving you to finish dressing. He looked irritated, wouldn’t talk much and had a semi-sour expression.

You had your hair and some makeup all done up, and a nice emerald green dress and some heels on for your attendance of your friend’s wedding reception.

Grayson wasn’t upset this morning when the two of you had attended the ceremony. He was all flushed, doe-eyed and lovey, his touch never leaving your body.

But now, after dressing for the party, his mood had a total switch. You couldn’t understand why. You don’t recall anything of importance angering him, and your Grayson was a patience man, not one to be upset over small things.

You dismissed worrying about it— he wouldn’t tell you why he was mad or what you could do to help, but instead stayed in silence as he too readied himself for the evening ahead.

Maybe a little dancing will loosen him up.

After spraying a sweet perfume and grabbing your purse, you ducked into his low car and strapped your seat belt, pulling your dress down so it wouldn’t be bunched up against your lower abdomen.

Grayson scoffed and started the car, evading your glare as he backed, rather aggressively, out of the driveway.

“What’s your problem, baby?” You smoothed your hand over the console and onto his own, massaging the backside of his palm sincerely. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked over, not at your eyes, but to where your dress ends and your legs begin.

“Do you think that dress is appropriate to wear tonight, Y/N?” He finally looked at you, his gaze still hard and unmoving.

“Excuse me?” You almost gasped at his words, your face flushing and a fiery anger shooting throughout your body.

The nerve.

“Answer the question.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his foot seemed to grow heavy against the gas.

“I don’t see a fucking problem.” You looked down your torso and along the sleeves, in search of whatever the hell could be wrong.

“So you don’t think it’s pretty revealing?”

You pulled your hand away from him and shook your head, appalled by his thoughts. You were struggling to speak, surprised by his sudden dismay of your attire.

“Oh, you don’t? Your fucking ass is hanging out and your tits are on full fucking display. I hope to god you’re wearing some kind of panty under that, fuck.” He had you stunned with his words and you could hardly see straight with all the anger bubbling inside of you.

“You bought me this dress, Grayson!” You huff, flailing your hands in the air. Your chest began to turn red, that’s what usually happens when you’re flushed or irate, and your teeth grind against each other in continued irritation.

“I didn’t realize it’d be that short when you put on heels, Y/N.” He was annoyed, pressing the gas further down and moving around other vehicles like he thinks he’s a nascar driver or something.

“It’s not your decision of how clothed or not I want to be.”

“Well, then we’re making a stop before the reception.” He pulled off the highway and sped down the exit, taking a right at the stop light and flying down the road. He only slowed to turn into a luxury dress store and parked, turning the car off.

“I’m fucking walking, asshole.” You reach for the door handle, but he holds his finger over the lock button and moves across the console to shut the door back.

“The hell you are.”

You continue to try and open the door, using all your might, but even with hardly a grip Grayson’s stronger than you.

“You’ve never acted this way before.” You subside from trying to leave and cross your arms, covering the exposed cleavage he’s so upset about.

“I’m not trying to control you, Y/N,” he sighs and let’s go of the door. “I just don’t want anybody getting ideas. You’re mine.” He runs his hand through his hair, it’s disheveled and a couple strands had fallen upon his forehead.

“I didn’t think this would be an issue for you. I figured you’d like to see me wear this.”

“You’re more than welcome to wear it at home.” He flicked his eyebrows up and down and you let out a small laugh.

“Fine. Better hurry up in here or we’ll be late.” You both empty the vehicle and he joins you on the sidewalk, landing a harsh slap to your ass before grabbing your waist with a chuckle.

“I’m still upset with you, Grayson.”

“We’ll see who’s upset when we get home tonight..”

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) 

I just finished getting dressed and I texted the girls letting them know I'm going to walk today no particular reason it's just a pretty day and the school is only a block away. I put on my headphones and play my playlist as I'm walking to school I admire the beautiful morning, I make it to school and I'm just in my own little world when I get to my locker, I feel a little tap on my shoulder I turn around to see ...him. " Dean ... what's up" I say a little awkwardly " Hey we break up and know you don't know how to act around me come on Em" he says as he puts his arm around me and walks with me, I kindly remove his arm from my shoulder " Seriously Dean what's up we haven't spoken in 2 months" I say " I miss you Em" he says. What am I supposed to say to that? I mean yeah, he would always be special to me but I can't be in a relationship with him our relationship drained me, I look at him and sigh " Look Dean you know you'll always have a special place in my heart but I just can't be with you anymore I love and care for you truly I do but our time is over please ... understand that" I say hoping that'll be the end of this conversation " Em come on I've changed for the better.. for you" he says while standing in my way "No Dean" I say sternly I can see him getting agitated as he was about to say something my girls walked up " Hey Em you ready for class" Megan asks " Yeah Dean and I were just saying goodbye" I responded, the three of us walk off and I let out a big sigh " Thank you" I say to the both of them they nod their heads and walk me to class. I can't believe Dean wanting to get back together that relationship was fucking draining, he never cheated on me or anything, but I know he wanted to or at least thought about it. Every time I would express my feelings, he would dismiss them and be so quick to call me insecure, and he would just check out other girls prioritize a lot of things and people over me. For example, for our second-year anniversary he stood me up because, his friends and him wanted to play some new video game that just dropped after I had made plans and reservations and he told me to get ready but there I was at home all dolled up and excited to celebrate just be stood up. Anyway, I sit in class listening to the teacher ramble on about whatever he was teaching when the class got interrupted by the door being opened " Is this Mr. Wilsons class?" the boy asked " Yes, and you are?" Mr. Wilson asked, " Oh I'm Grayson, Grayson Dolan my schedule got changed" he said as he gave the teacher his schedule Mr. Wilson looks at it and nods " There's an open seat next to Ms. Ruiz sit there, Ms. Ruiz raise your hand" he said as he returned to teaching. I do as told and the boy walks over to me, " Hey, are we supposed to be writing this down?" he asked quietly I shake my head no " He said since it's the first week we don't have to unless we want to, but I did in case you want them" I whispered to him he nods, and I give him my notes. I look up at him and realized it's him ... the boy I hit with the door " Hey! How's your head?" I asked quietly his eyes widen " m-my what?" he stutters why would h- oh that's nasty of him I think to myself " Eww no you pervert I meant from the other day I hit you with the door ... remember? " I asked he looks at me weirdly again. " Okay why do you keep looking at me like that?" I say kind of annoyed. " Um, because you never hit me with a door now that I think about, you're the girl I bumped into on the first day... sorry about that again" he says with a chuckle.  " Okay now I know you got a concussion because I definitely hit you with the bathroom door the other day during lunch" I say with a little sass in my tone, "Woah okay calm down if you want to hit with a door just say that but you most definitely di-" he stopped in his tracks and starts laughing. Okay yeah, he really must've taken a hit because what the hell I think to myself, " You must've hit my twin brother Ethan." he explains. "Ooh you're a twin that makes sense you had me thinking I was the one going crazy" I laugh. He shakes

Imagine waking up to this.💜

𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 || .G.D.

(This songs an oldie, but It popped up on my random artist playlist, and I was inspired. Haha, enjoy ig..)

Title: Alone Again, Naturally 

Summary: Veronica Chandler seems to be only destined for heartbreak. After a failed attempt to rebound on her toxic ex, she makes a routine trip to her local 24 hour Starbucks, in which she meets a handsome stranger.. and oh,  who happens to be the spitting image to the photo of the tinder date who stood her up....

Relationship: Grayson Dolan and Veronica Chandler

Word Count: 2,034

Tags (*updated*) : @dzoint ​ @graysavant @blindedbythelightt ​ @tadadolan @heartofalionxo  @beatement-l   @grayswhore @tattoogray ​@saggitariusagirl

Author’s note: First, this is total shit, i’m sorry. Second, I  did the stupidest thing of all time. I gave my OC the same name as the main character in the novel i’m writing on wattpad (to self plug, or not to self plug that is the question; i’ll take self plug for 100, Alex) why am i so stupid? Well, i'm too lazy to change it so. 

Third, i was inspired when the twins talked about dating apps and just like idk where this came from, must be out of my ass because it’s shit. 

I actually laughed at that...

Fourth, feedback is like the most important thing to me, like ever? So, feel free to lmk what y’all think, if this becomes a series I will be taking concepts. 

Veronica Chandler is destined for great things. Planning her future, modeling and working as a struggling actress, she could go off and marry some lawyer. But, the only thing she did seem destined for was heartbreak.

Ronnie knew it had been too soon. Not even a month ago she had broken up with her ex, Jonathan. She also knew this, when she was attracted to a man on tinder with the same name, mostly because of the name. She wasn’t over the man who man who ruined her life to all hell. But, the comfort of a relationship was all she needed and desperately strived for.

Jonathan, was an artist, mad at the world needing to find himself. So, each night he did just so. Jonathan would go out to ‘find himself’ and along the way he found, Roxanne, Malibu, Dianne and Eileen. Jonathan drank, and he would physically and mentally abuse a good strong woman, who for the longest time couldn’t bring herself to walk out of his life.

Each time, from the first to the third she was too lonely, desperate and down on herself to let him loose. But, after he cheated on her with a married forty-year-old woman with four children, that was when Mama Chandler intervened and scared him half to fucking hell. That woman raised no fool, and if she did it was Veronica’s older brother, Noah.  Veronica was just a sad young woman who couldn’t keep a man because they used her.

This night in particular was her rebound date at a local vegan restaurant. A fancy one. With velvet rugs, chandeliers, expensive wines, however with decently sized portions. Veronica stood outside waiting for Jonathan. Who was described in his photo as muscular, a builder with brown hair and eyes and often in there messages boasted about such muscularity.

It was dark. He planned to meet her at 5:30. It was 7:30. Groups passed her. Parties on the street began talking, while the mannequins in store fronts slept under the lights. But, Ronnie was sure, this guy was genuine, and would be the best rebound. 

But, her plans and dreams were foiled when 8:30 hit, she decided to leave embarrassed and ashamed she thought it would turn out differently, she should have known. Her mosquito allergy becoming aggravated just as much as her. She sulked. She never really dressed to impress others, she wore heels, a leather jacket paired with a silk revealing top and boot cuts black jeans. That’s when the heaven on earth shone down upon her, a burning bush of sorts.

           A 24 hour starbucks.

As she walked down the sidewalk slowly, she was tired of being let down; tired of catering to the whims of others, ready to return home and make a stray of financially irresponsible choices online, she entered through the glass doors and into the small shop in Hollywood. The cool yet humid summer air from outside was left behind in the warmth of the shop, that’s when she saw him.

A tall handsome stranger, brown hair and eyes, with muscular arms. She fell for him immediately, he was gorgeous. But, then. Veronica realized something, the same man, the handsome stranger, was either the same person or a bicep by bicep replica of the man she was supposed to meet tonight, at that Vegan restaurant.

The fire fueled deep down, but she ignored it when she got in line to the left of him ready for her Pink Drink and croissant so she could run to the nearest Ralph’s and purchase two tubs of strawberry ice cream, she’d be needing it. The line shifted. She shifted on her feet, he did the same.

Veronica tapped her foot. That’s when the stranger started talking,”Whoah. Slow down there ‘Miss i’m on a mission’.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, he sounded like he had been having a night himself. Veronica ignored the voice that in some ways drew her closer.

“I’m Grayson, By the way..” the named stranger drifted. That’s when Veronica snapped. The man was Jonathan or she thought, and he was ignorant enough to poach the woman he stood up, again, she thought.

“How can you be so arrogant and glib, after everything you’ve done?” Veronica whipped her head to the right of him snapping out of anger and then with no response

“Ah, she’s brave. Calling me arrogant and glib, without even knowing me, cool.” Grayson scoffed and nodded, shrugging it off, and moving forward in the line before stopping yet again.

Ronnie tapped her foot miserable an angry…”Without knowing you? I know you. Your the kind of guy who’s shows up a girl, and breaks the rules because you think it’s cute.”

“Do You think it’s cute?” He lanced over to her smirking a devilish smirk. She scoffed and crossed her arms with her jacket draped over one of them, shaking her head as the crazily long late night line, shifted forward. ‘Grayson’ may have won the battle by showing her up, but his blatant lies would lose the war to Veronica.

“Spare me your routine, i assume that’s what this” she gestured to Grayson,”-cut it out okay? Or, i’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Sorry, not into a relationship at the moment,” he joked before turning back to face the options board, even though his order was almost always the same. Ronnie rolled her eyes. Ronnie's eyes were tired. She felt physically ready whoop this man;s ass, but mentally and emotionally drained.

“And, by the way. No. I do not think it’s fucking cute..” Veronica replied after a few moments of silence. Veronica mumbled cruising, barely audible to Grayson. Veronica was so confused, and so irritated, she didn’t no what to believe. She sighed and went for her phone fumbling for her back pocket, and opening the tinder profile of ‘Jonathan’, “Explain this.”

The screen illuminated a photo of Grayson with the name Jonathan below it. He had still had long hair at this point, right before it’s annoyance shaggy length.Grayson was shirtless in the photo with a chain necklace around his neck. Grayson squinted to examine the photo on the app and chuckled as he passed it back to Veronica.

“You, my dear, got catfished. By someone posing to be, yours truly. I’ve never had tinder and haven’t used a dating app since I was like, fourteen..” Veronica rolled her eyes at his comment before scrunching her brows in confusion but not enough to continue to pry,”..don’t believe me? Search ‘Grayson Dolan’ on instagram or twitter, you’ll owe me an apology.” Grayson snapped as hurt in reply and turned away from the fabric keeping a distance between the two. 

  Grayson felt for Veronica, he could hear the pain in her silence, the sadness in her eyes, the facade of a mask she put on,  even if he didn’t know her name, like her he had been pining for love. The same night he had been dumped via text by his ex girlfriend, also his ghost of days of business past, ex- assistant, before Sterling. He should have known it was a mistake, and Ethan warned him several times, but  much like Veronica with OG Jonathan, he blamed love for his feelings. 

Grayson was tired, wanting to head home with a cup of joe, but this unidentified juliet, across from him caught his eye, and there was no turning back. 

The line shifted. Hesitantly she opened instagram and search the name and she stopped, in her tracks. She owed this man apology, Grayson Dolan, he was a real guy, with a huge following however she never heard of him. She followed him, sighed and put her phone back into her pocket.And yes, he was good looking, she fell for the looks a little more than the name.

“..i--i’m sorry. Guess you were right, I was wrong..” Veronica managed to croak out. Grayson’s phone notified him from his pocket, he checked it smirked, followed her back and placed it back into his pocket.

Grayson looked over to the brunette Brazilian to the right of him. She tapped her foot nervously, as she picked her brain for a better apology. She felt herself loosen, knowing he was just trying to help, and didn’t stood up. Her demeanor changes, this man was a kind stranger who just happened to be the man in the photos she was catfished with, the real Grayson did nothing wrong.

“-., so this Jonathan, what happened?” He asked looking into her dark brown eyes, meaning it. Wanting to know everything about the stranger that made him want to know here. She laughed flashing a smile all the while. Her laugh, Grayson thought. The way she talked and laughed, when she was enjoying herself, it was all so lyrical, it made him want to laugh.

He looked at Veronica, like, really looked at her. The way the lighting reflected on her sparkly eyeshadow. Her dark green eyes, her long luscious and free riding dark brown hair, that had been straightened from its naturally curly form.

“..Well, I uh, met him on Tinder and he stood me up. I just got out of a nast relationship and he was my rebound, but he’s probably some weird guy living in his mother's basement-” she sighed opening up to him. She smiled at her own comedic relief comment. Hiding behind humour was something she did.

Grayson laughed, becoming serious,”I’m sorry, that sucks. What about your ex?”he pried further, there were only three people in front of them, all by themselves, swarmed by the world living in their phones.

“He was a cheater, a drinker and beater, who just so also happened to be named Jonathan..” the negative memories stirred up again in front of her. The pain on her shoulder came back, so did the reminiscence, drawing and pulling her into a melancholy flashback. 

                                                    ~~~

"Where would you like me to go, hmm? Ronnie!" he shoved her to the ground and she fell backwards dislocating her shoulder. She winced in pain, it had pulsated throughout her body. She knew she had to do this, for herself, the well being of herself for once. Did she want to? No. It scared her. He scared her.

Once he got the clout he wanted he changed, he was living off of her earnings, living in her apartment at the time, using her car, and she was forced to nod and smile along with it like some big ugly joke of a play. 

"How about for starters-" she managed between heavy sobs of pain and trying to prop herself against the reclining part of the sofa she was thrown in front of,"..hell? Take your toothbrush and your shave kit, and try some bleach in your cereal, i'm done. Okay? Go away, J!"

                                                            ~~~

Ronnie was back to reality when she heard Gray's voice,"..Safe to assume you have a type, then?"he asked really looking at the beautiful woman in front of his eyes.

 “Yeah. I try so hard but,”Veronica felt sad,” but, i’m never the one.” she felt even sadder memories of her ex flashing before her, she shrugged it off and continued,”…alone again, naturally, I guess.”

Grayson and Veronica were now the first in line,”Hey, let me buy your drink. Maybe we could be alone again, together…” Veronica smiled, and nodded.

“I’d like that..”

                       ~~~   

Later that night the two walked into the humid, yet comfortingly cool, heat together side by side after a two-hour conversation just on life.

“I, uh, better walk to my car.” Veronica said in front of Grayson’s porsche. Her jacket was around her shoulders and covered her arms,”I had fun, tonight” she held out a starbucks napkin she secretly wrote her number on, the wind tossed it gently back and forward. He smiled and breathed out a friendly, good night. He hated to see her go so soon, but would love to watch her leave.

“Wait, I never got your name-”he hollered down into the cold night on the streets of Los Angeles. Veronica turned around and continued walking backwards, her hair following and tracing her every move.

“It’s Veronica.” she breathed before giving him one last look with her deep green eyes and turning back down the sidewalk, heading to her car and driving into the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Should I make this a series? If so, what to name it, i’m thinking lyrical and each chapter is a song name? lmk. 

AHH i'm nervous to post this, but fuck it, right? No day but today. 

i’ll stop. 

ok but your last revlog is what he looks like while sucking him off

Oh my god what is in the water everybody’s so h word lately

oh...well this is a surprise🥴

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: Good night.

Ethan: Can you say good night if you're only sleeping for two hours?

Grayson: Good night

Ethan: Apparently, you can.

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you have no idea how bad i wish i was ethan in these