#giavanna brielle dolan

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bike ride. (G.D.) (blurb)

Summary: gigi and her daddy sneak a bike ride while her mama’s at work.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: bad writing, v short

helloooooo :) just a quick cute lil post to officially end my hiatus. enjoy!

a big thank you to @not-gbd for sending me this adorable concept.

UNEDITED

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“Bunny, I need you to listen to me, okay?” Grayson knelt in front of the little girl that sat at the edge of the couch, a thick plastic helmet adorning her head. “This is important.”

“Portant. Okay, daddy.” She nodded.

“So, we’re going to try something new today.” He fastened the kneepads to her body, making sure the Velcro wrapped around her knees tight, but not too tight. “Daddy got you a bike.”

“Bike?” She gasped. “Is it pink?”

“It is pink, cookie.” He laughed, picking her up and setting her to stand on the floor. “You wanna ride your bike?”

“Yesyesyes!”

“Okay, so here’s what’s gonna happen, honey, and this is the important part—mama doesn’t know about the bike. So we’re gonna ride it while she’s at work, but we can’t tell her it’s here.”

“Why no, daddy?” That was weird in her mind. Mama knows everything. Well, at least, that’s what Gigi was under the impression of—in reality, little girl and her dad get into most of their hijinks when her mama isn’t at home.

(Y/N) and Grayson have had the conversation about Gigi getting a bike, and they—well, she—came to the conclusion that their daughter didn’t need a bike because she was still too small.

(Y/N) was terrified of the idea of Gia riding down the sidewalk and losing control of her feet on the pedals, then an injury happens, and…it’s an unneeded stressor in their lives.

But Grayson thought, she’s a kid, she’s bound to get hurt, and a skinned elbow or two will build character. So last week when he went out to the tires rotated on his Porsche, he bought the toddler a bike and hid it in the shed.

“Because… it’s a surprise.” He shrugged. Sure, that’ll do.

“Oooooh. I like dat, daddy. Prise mama.”

The pair walked—well, as much walking as Gia could do with bright pink kneepads—to the front of the house, where a sickeningly pink training bike sat. It had matching pink ribbons dangling from the handlebars and an iridescent pouch attached to the front. There were white training wheels attached to the back wheel of the bike, which he was certain she wouldn’t enjoy but would (obviously) need.

“Bike’s pretty, daddy!” She cheered, hopping from foot to foot with excitement. She ran to it and sat herself on the seat.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Mhm. Like Barbie.”

“Well, let’s get you situated, and we can ride down the block together, how’s that sound?”

She nodded happily. “Okay!”

He dug up his bike from the depths of the garage—and the depths it was in, the bike was shoved away after he decided to make the garage his building station—and put on his helmet. He got Gigi onto her bike and made sure she was comfortable, then got on his. He closed the garage and opened the security gate for them to ride down the street of Downtown Los Angeles.

“Fun, daddy!” She shouted as she rode in front of him on the sidewalk. She giggled as the breeze flew through her curly mane.

“It is fun, baby,” he agreed with a chuckle, “keep pedalin’, cookie, I’m gonna get ya!”

She squealed and pedaled faster, but not so fast that her daddy couldn’t keep up with her.

But what he didn’t notice while watching her, was his baby blue Porsche—driven by his wife, who he was trying to avoid—drive past them in the opposite direction. Her eyes squinted at them as she slowed down, making sure that she did, in fact, see her husband and daughter riding down the block.

The two of them stopped at the corner of the sidewalk. “Hold on, baby.” He gently grabbed her arm to keep her still, pulling his ringing phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. “Mama’s calling.”

“Ooh.”

He answered the call. “Hey, honey.”

“Where are you?” She replied, disregarding his greeting.

“We’re out.... on a walk.” Did she see us? He thought.

Of course she did, but she wasn’t going to let him know that right now. “A walk.” She repeated. “Okay, just checking.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m on my way home, that’s all. I wanted to see what you wanted for dinner.”

“Whatever’s fine.” He shrugged.

“Where’s cookie?”

“Hang on, I’ll pass her the phone.” He handed the phone to the toddler.

“Hi, mama!”

“Hi, my love. How are you?”

“Fine. Out with daddy.”

“Really?”

He pleaded in his mind for her to not spill the beans, because he didn’t want to hear from (Y/N) about how he went behind her back to buy Gia a bike. “Yup.”

“That’s good, bunny. Have fun with daddy and I’ll see you when you get home, okay?”

“Kay, mama. Lub you.”

“I love you, too, bug.”

Gigi passed the phone back to Grayson. “Here, daddy.”

He put the phone to his ear. “So I’ll see you in a bit?”

“Mhm. You’ll see me alright.”

Uh-oh.

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no kiss. (g.d.)

Summary: gigi does not want her daddy’s kisses today.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: swearing but not much

here’s a blurb i’ve been working on for the last couple days! i hope you enjoy :) if not don’t tell me

UNEDITED

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the day giavanna stopped wanting kisses from her daddy, he could’ve sworn his heart stopped. he loved giving her kisses, especially on her chubby cheeks. but today, she shyed away from him when he leaned down to press a kiss to the toddler forehead in his lap.

“no, daddy.”

his eyebrow cocked. he decided to try again, this time making kissy noises as he leaned in.

she whined and pushed his face away from her. “no kiss, daddy.”

his mouth fell agape. “honey!” he exclaimed to his wife that was cooking in the kitchen.

“what?”

“she won’t le’me kiss her.” he sighed.

“did you upset her?”

“no.” he shook his head. “i guess she’s too old for my kisses.”

“grayson, she’s a toddler.” she came into the living room after wiping her freshly-washed hands on a kitchen towel, picking the little girl up and bouncing her on a hip. “give mama kisses, baby.”

gigi puckered her lips, “mmmmmmwah.”

“tank you, baby.” she peppered kisses along gia’s hairline that had curly hairs springing in every direction.

grayson put his head in his hands. “she hates me.”

“no she doesn’t. she probably asked you to play and you forgot.” (y/n) shrugged. that’s what giavanna does, let’s be clear.

she’s very easily displeased. and when she’s displeased, everyone will know. and you’d expect her to not have the memory of an elephant because she’s still little, but this child is quite different.

“gigi, why won’t you give dada kiss? hm?”

“no kiss, mama.”

“but why?”

gia shook her head then laid it on her mama’s shoulder.

“look baby! daddy’s sad you won’t give him a kiss.”

giavanna looked to grayson, who was quite literally on the verge of tears because he couldn’t bear the thought of his pride and joy being angry with him.

“no kiss.” she grunted, completely unfazed by his sadness. “upset.”

“oh, you’re upset at daddy.” (y/n) spoke slowly so that grayson can get the memo. “what happened to make you so upset?”

“no beast.”

oh.

that’s an issue.

giavanna is a creature of routine. and every day, at some point, she has to watch the original beauty and the beast.

they’ve been trying to ween her off of the “once a day” routine and shift it to a “once a week” routine.

grayson can only listen to “be our guest” but so many times before he feels his brain cells wither away.

either way, today was grayson’s turn to put the film on and keep the little girl entertained while (y/n) prepared gia’s lunch.

apparently he forgot.

(y/n) couldn’t fathom how he forgot, since they pretty much have the film playing on a loop.

“so, cookie, you’re mad at dada because he didn’t play beast?”

she nodded.

grayson’s head lifted from his hands. “dammit.” he muttered. “i forgot to put the damn movie on.”

“shh.” (y/n) covered their daughter’s ears. “i’ll make you put money in the swear jar.”

“it’s my house.” he muttered. “i should be able to say whatever i want.”

“well, you can’t. because bunny is a sponge and she’ll call you names if you’re not careful.”

they already had the issue about her saying the word “fuck” after her daddy and uncle were playing video games and things got a little heated over their headsets.

the last thing they needed right before the holidays, was for gigi to pick up on new words to say around her grandparents.

that would not go over well, as funny as it could be.

“fine, fine.” he stood from the couch, taking gigi from her mama’s grasp—as whiny as she was—and setting his tablet to play beauty and the beast, connecting it to the television to broadcast. “here, bubby.”

and like clockwork, when she saw the opening scene of the film, she snuggled into her daddy’s arms. “tank you.”

(y/n) wanted to laugh, and she did under her breath. as spoiled as giavanna was, she wasn’t at all shocked that the issue was immediately smoothed over; she couldn’t stay mad at her daddy forever.

“now can dada have a kiss? please?” he begged the little girl.

she pressed her lips to her daddy’s scruffy cheek. “mmmmmmmwah.”

he pulled her in for a bear hug, peppering kisses all over her face and tickling her sides. “aw thank you, cookie! you forgive me? you love dada again?”

she giggled, “yeah.”

he dramatically wiped the (imaginary) sweat off his brow. “whew. that was close.”

she mocked his movements as best she could. “woo.”

he took her monster’s inc. blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over the two of them and laying her down on his chest. “love you, bunny.”

he dreaded beauty and the beast now, but his little girl loves it and he adores her.

if it makes her happy, then he’ll watch beauty and the beast every single day with her to hear her laugh and see her smile.

and then, when she’s gotten out of this phase, and moves on to a new thing, he’ll partake in that with her as much as he can, too.

(and the beauty and the beast will never be played again.)

“lub you, too, daddy.”

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Hi! (g.d.)

Summary: her first word

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: this is just a blurb :) it’s super short and the writing’s shitty, sorry

thank you to everyone who’s sent me ideas for some new dad!grayson content, and a big thank you to @joyrivh for sending this one specifically!! 💕

i can’t ever get enough of writing gigi. UGH she’s so precious in my head.

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“mm.” She hummed, brown fists clenching the gold of her daddy’s necklace. She gurgled against it, only a few of her teeth grinding; the rest still were embedded in her gums (but certainly were coming).

Grayson was bouncing her around the house, trying his damndest to get her to go to sleep for naptime. He’d taken her for a drive—didn’t work—, then he read her a story—which generally worked but didn’t today.

Now here he was, pacing slowly up and down the hallway, sock-covered footsteps silenced by the tan hardwood floor. “Hey, Gia,” he cooed to her, waiting for that one yawn to emerge. “no sleepies?”

She stared at him.

“I guess not.” He grabbed her stuffed koala and her bottle, turning off the television that was (still) playing re-runs of Caillou, then carried the abnormally quiet baby upstairs. He made it to the master bedroom, resting his back against the headboard of the bed that he shared with his wife. He sat GiGi up on his tummy, both of his hands cradling her frame in safety. “You are just a relentless little thing, aren’t you?” He asked her, tickling her sides.

She cackled.

It probably wasn’t a good idea for her to be awake and playing during her naptime, now to think of it.

“I know what we can do,” he pulled out his phone and opened up his camera app, turning on the recorder and facing it in her direction with one hand. “let’s send a video to mama while she’s at work.”

He pulled his knees up so they sat against her back. With his free hand, his fingers danced up and down on her skin, her contaigous laugh ringing in his ears and making his heart swell.

“Say “hi mama”!”

He gently pinched at her chubby thighs, cooing her over and over to greet her mom. In reality, though, he just wanted to see if he could capture her attempt at talking on camera. His fingers slowed down on her skin, the baby out of breath and still giggling.

“Hi!”

His eyes widened.

“Did you just..?”

“Hi!” She said again.

“Oh my gosh. You talked! You just said your first word!” He turned the camera off, pulling the little girl in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her body and peppered kisses all over her face. “I’m so proud of you!”

Of course, as with anything that happened while on Daddy Duty, he had to tell his wife. She answered the FaceTime call with an exasperated, “hello?”

“Say hi to mama!” He cooed to Giavanna, eyes begging for her to repeat her first word. “Say “hi!”!”

He put the phone in front of her so that she could see (Y/N).

“Hi!”

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trouble. (BLURB) (g.d.)

Summary: Grayson was supposed to be watching GiGi... well, he wasn’t, and now they’ve got some explaining to do. 

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: none :)

UNEDITED.

i’m tryna get more blurbs out so that i can make up for the fact that i have no willpower to do anything else

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Crash.

She gasped at what she’d done. She didn’t mean to, really she didn’t. She was just trying to get to her toy on the coffee table, and in reaching for the toy, her arm slipped and knocked over the lamp.

Her dad was in the office with his brother, planning out their ideas for their projects for next year. Her mama stepped out and went to the warehouse for a while to grab the boxes of Christmas presents to shove into the trunk of the Jeep.

She walked quickly to the office, knocking on the cracked door. “Daddy..” she mumbled, voice cracking. “Daddy, somethin’ happened.”

Grayson’s head snapped up in the direction of his little girl. “What happened? You alright?” He asked, getting out of his chair and stooping to her level, checking her for injuries.

She didn’t have the words to say what happened. “Come see.” She said simply, pulling his index finger with her whole hand. She pulled him toward the living room, and showed him what she’d done.

“What did you—oh.”

Her bottom lip trembling, she cried, “I’m sorry, daddy!”

“Why’d you do that, bunny?” He picked her up, wiping her tears away with his thumb.

“Wanted my Sully.” She pointed to the Monster’s, Inc. toy that sat on the far end of the table. “Didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, bug.” He cooed to her as she rested her head on his shoulder, picking up the toy from the table and handing it to her. “It’s alright.”

“I’m in trouble?” She held the toy tight to her chest.

“No, bun. You’re not in trouble.. it was just an accident.” He peppered kisses on her forehead, bouncing her around gently in her arms to quiet her cries. (Y/N) entered the house through the garage, stepping into the living room and stopping in her tracks. She let out a gasp, covering her agape mouth with her hands. 

“My lamp!” she exclaimed. “What happened to my lamp?”

Giavanna started to cry again. “D-Didn’t mean to, mama!”

She looked to Grayson with a glare. “You said you’d watch her while I went to the warehouse.” 

“She fell asleep so I let her stay out here while E and I finished up some work in the office.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think she’d be awake by the time you got back.”

“Well, this is what happens when you don’t watch your daughter. You know we’re all clumsy.” She let out an exasperated sigh. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a broom and dustpan, going into the living room and beginning to sweep up the shattered lamp. 

“Mama..” GiGi mumbled in worry. “Mama, didn’t mean to.”

“I know, baby.” she stood in front of Grayson, taking her into her arms, and rubbing her back soothingly. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Daddy say no trouble.” She reminded her mama, just so that she was aware that Grayson had already decided that no one was going to be in trouble--in other words, no one was going to bed early tonight because of this incident. 

“He did?”

GiGi nodded wordlessly. 

“Well, I guess no trouble. But you have to be more careful, cookie. No more accidents like this, okay?” 

“Okay, mama.”

“And you,” she poked Grayson’s chest, then nodded over to the mess on the floor. “since this happened under your not-so watchful eye, you get to clean up.”

“That’s fair.” He sighed.

“And dinner’s on you tonight. You owe me wine.” She took Gia with her upstairs to their bedroom. “I mean it!” she shouted on her way up. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

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point break. (g.d.)

Summary: they’re headed down a path to destruction... and on GiGi’s birthday, of all days.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, swearing, mentions of divorce

i wrote this in one day sorry if it sucks but i may do a separate little fic for gigi’s birthday just bc i can :)

SLIGHTLY EDITED

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The two of them don’t really fight anymore.

And it used to be the only way they would communicate.

But now, unfortunately, Grayson and (Y/N) are on a break—Gray even packed some clothes for a couple days to stay at Ethan’s house in the guest room. But a couple of days turned into a week, and one week turning into three.

Obviously, they don’t want it to be this way, but the constant fighting and bickering would get to be too much. Especially for their daughter; she may have been a daddy’s girl at heart, but her mama was her best friend. So, the toddler now felt that she had to choose, which was a lot for an almost three-year-old to handle.

They’re cordial toward each other, only really interacting when GiGi wants to talk on the phone to the other parent, or when they’re dropping her off during the week.

But it was GiGi’s birthday today, and their sweet angel was now three years old.

The phrase of the day was “wow, time flies”. (Y/N) woke up this morning almost in tears because she was reminiscing of her life over the last three years and the blessing that this little girl was. Everything was so different back then—and now it seems like everything’s shifted in a negative way.

Her phone rang. Where it used to say “Hubby <3”, it now just says “Grayson”. She answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, Mama! It’s my birthday!”

“Hi baby! Happy birthday, my favorite girl.” Her tears dried immediately, and a smile formed on her face. “You excited for your party?”

“Yup! I wanna wear my dress.”

“The pink one?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah, you can wear that. Is that with daddy or is that here at home?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice changed and she sounded a bit sad.

“Well, that’s okay,” she reassured her daughter, “we’ll look for it; and if we can’t find it, you can wear your tutu and tiara, okay?”

She sighed dramatically, “yeah.”

“What’s wrong, bug?”

“Nothing, mama,” she managed to lie. “here’s daddy.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank to her stomach. This always happens when she sees him or hears his voice nowadays—she still gets nervous like she used to when they first started dating. “Hey.” She heard him say.

“Hi.”

He was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say to someone who doesn’t like making small talk. “Um… I just wanted to say, that I’m gonna bring her back around ten-thirty.”

“That’s fine.” She shrugged, feeling a lump form in her throat. This was the conversation that she was having with the man of her dreams? “Are you coming to the party?”

“Yeah, of course.” He cleared his throat. She didn’t know it, but a lump was forming in his, too. “It’s at home—I mean, your house, right?”

My house? She thought. Last I checked, both of our names were on the lease. “Mhm. Noon to three.”

“Cool. I’m gonna pick up my mom, your parents, and Cam from the airport after I drop Cookie off and then I’ll be back in time for the party.”

“Okay.”

“See you later?”

“Yep, see ya. Tell GiGi that I love her.”

“Will do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The doorbell rang, just as (Y/N) was trying to decide how much liquid courage it would require to survive the afternoon. “Ding dong!” she heard GiGi’s excited voice on the other side of the door. She opened it, seeing Grayson for the first time this week, and boy, did he look a wreck.

Good, she thought.

His eyes had bags under them, and they were puffy; his hair was styled but still disheveled from, what she can assume to be, him tugging at it in frustration; and he wasn’t as confident as he usually is—his stance was more contracted, and he looked insecure.

“Hey.” His voice came out hoarse, as if he’d cried all night long.

“Hi.”

“Hi!” exclaimed the little girl in his arms. “Hi, mama!”

“Hi, baby!” he passed her to (Y/N) and GiGi wrapped her arms around (Y/N)’s neck, laying her head on her shoulder. (Y/N) pressed her nose against the little girl’s head, smelling her hair that always smelled like baby shampoo. “Missed you, birthday girl.”

“Missed you, mama.”

“Did you have fun with daddy?”

She felt the little girl nod slowly. “Mhm. Baked cookies.”

“You and daddy baked cookies?”

She nodded again.

“She’s a bit sleepy but clearly very excited still,” Grayson spoke up from the doorway. “she was sleeping in the car.”

(Y/N) hummed. “I can tell. I’ll let her lay down for a few before I get her dressed.”

He nodded, eyes darting around the house. He opened his mouth to say something but shut it in fear of triggering an argument on GiGi’s special day. “Well, I’m gonna head to the airport.”

“Okay. Say “bye, daddy”.”

“Bye, daddy.” GiGi waved, already almost asleep.

He took strides over to them, leaning down and kissing the little girl on the cheek. He could faintly smell the remnants of (Y/N)’s body wash. “I love you…cookie.” He caught himself. “Be good while I’m gone, yeah?”

“Kay.”

He looked at his wife and gave her a thin-lipped smile. “I’ll be back by noon.” He said simply to her, letting himself out.

***

“Nooo, mama, I want this dress.” GiGi whined.

“I thought you wanted the pink one.”

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, holding a frilly baby blue dress close to her. “wanna wear this one now.”

“Okay, then. Give it to me so I can help you.” (Y/N) held her palm out.

“Nooo.” She whined again, “I can do it.”

“Okay, okay! You can do it.”

The toddler stepped into the unclasped dress, pulling it up her body, and putting her arms through the sleeves. “Can you do this?” she asked, referring to the clasps on the back of her dress.

“Sure, bunny. Come here.” (Y/N) clasped the dress, then helped GiGi into her sandals—much to the little girl’s dismay—then carried her downstairs so she could have something to eat. She set GiGi in her highchair. “What do you wanna eat? Grilled cheese?”

“Yeah.” She said in excitement, because the Dolans rarely—if ever, anymore—eat cheese, or dairy in general; but right now, it’s just her and GiGi, and she thinks they can have a cheat day every now and again. “And ranch.”

“Gross.” She muttered to herself, making what she wanted anyway. “Gia, are you excited?”

“Yessssssss. Super-duper excited.”

She let out a laugh at her response, “I can tell.” She finished making GiGi’s sandwich and cut it in half, putting some potato chips on a plate with it and a small container of ranch. “Here, beans.”

“Thank you, mama.”

The doorbell rang, and (Y/N) looked at the clock on the stove. 11:49 am.

She went to the front door and opened it, “Hey, mom!” She greeted her mother with a hug happily. “How are you?”

“That’s what I should be asking you, right?” She nodded behind her, where Grayson was helping (Y/N)’s dad get the luggage out of Ethan’s Jeep. “We’ll talk.” She patted (Y/N)’s shoulder, moving past her and into the house.

Lisa Dolan walked up the porch afterward. “Hey, honey.” She took (Y/N) in an embrace. And wow, was (Y/N) putting on a brave face—she didn’t think today would be this emotional for her already. Of course, she knew she would be an emotional wreck at some point throughout the day, but she didn’t think it’d be before the party even started. “How’s everything?”

“He told you?”

She just nodded. “Yeah.” She sighed. “I know you don’t want to talk about it right now, but you know I’m always here, no matter what happens, okay?”

“Yes. Thank you, Lisa.” They hugged again, then she went inside. (Y/N) stayed by the door and kept it open so that her dad and Grayson didn’t have a hard time getting the luggage in.

Once they got everything inside, she greeted her dad. “Hey!” he beamed. They exchanged words, then he went into the kitchen to take GiGi out of her chair and swing her around like she was on an airplane.

“So, we can put all of the cups and plates and stuff outside on the present table, and when Ethan comes, he’ll put up the pinata. Does that sound okay, (Y/N)?” asked Lisa, who was helping (Y/M/N) gather all of the utensils in a bag to be set outside. “Then that way, all you and Gray have to do is get her ready and bring out the cake and ice cream.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Mama,” GiGi said from her grandpa’s lap. “I want chocolate ice cream.”

“We got the swirly kind, bunny.” Grayson replied before (Y/N) could. “Chocolate and vanilla.”

“And my own cake?” She asked. “Don’t wanna share.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Yeah, baby. You have a little cake all to yourself.”

She clapped her hands in delight. “Yay!”

***

Once the festivities began, all of GiGi’s friends came from her daycare and around the neighborhood; Grayson even invited Austin, Catherine, Elle, and Alaïa to join in on the fun. All (Y/N) wanted to do, though, was cry (and drink). She managed to step away from the party while the kids played in the bounce house—that was supervised by Ethan, the self-proclaimed bodyguard—and sat in the kitchen at the island, laying her head in her crossed arms and letting out a much-needed sob…which turned into a wail.

Grayson walked inside, grabbing a bottle of water, but stopped as he heard a cry. He turned his head and saw his wife laying against the kitchen island. “Hey,” he said quietly, taking a seat next to her. “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She choked out, sitting up and wiping her eyes. “I just had to let that out.”

“Is there…something going on?”

She shook her head, saying, “No,” and hoping he’ll go away.

“C’mon, there has to be something going on with you…with us.” He fought the urge to comfort her by rubbing her back like she liked. “I just want answers.”

“Well,” she said, really just wanting him to go away. But not really. She’s not sure; but she does know, two weeks without him constantly questioning her was something that she was starting to enjoy. “I do, too.”

“Huh?”

“I just want to know what you’re thinking, since you want to be inside my head so damn bad.”

“I just want to come home.”

“So come home, you do pay half the mortgage.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want though, because you don’t want me here.”

“I never said that.”

“But that’s what it seems like.”

“But that’s not what I said.”

“Okay,” he stood, going into the refrigerator and getting the bottle of water he came into the house for initially. He took a big gulp, leaning against the stove across from her. “so then what?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to come home?”

“Of course, I do.”

“But...?”

“But all we’re gonna do is fight.”

He nodded tightly. “So you’d rather me leave and us drift apart than for us to work it out.”

“I never said that!” she exclaimed. “That’s what pisses me off about you; you always twist my fucking words. If you’d stop trying’ to be right all the time, maybe we wouldn’t fight as much.”

“Maybe if you didn’t say dumb shit all the time, I wouldn’t have to twist your words to make sense.”

“This is the shit that irks me.” She huffed.

“Let me ask you this, though,” he cleared his throat. “are we done?”

“I don’t know, are we?”

His demeanor changed back to how he was when she saw him this morning. “I don’t want us to be.” She could tell, though he was putting on a brave face, he was hurting. “I just…I just don’t want us to give up.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Fight me!” he shouted, making her jump slightly. “Scream at me, call me names, yell at me, anything! Literally anything is better than how we’ve been lately.”

“I don’t want to fight, though.”

“But we gotta get it out. So here we are—right now. Why are you mad at me?”

“Grayson, not right now—”

“Yes, right now. Gia’s being supervised and we have thirty minutes until it’s time to cut the cake. So we have thirty minutes to fight.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.” He confirmed. “You want me to go first?”

“Sure.”

He sighed. “I thought you were sleeping with your boss, but I was too afraid to ask.”

“What?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Are you fucking dense?”

“No, I’m not. I thought you were fucking him because you kept getting promoted; so I figured he must like you for a reason outside of your job performance—”

“Probably because I’m a good person.” She retorted. “Or, maybe, I’m just really good at what I do.”

“So you weren’t sleeping with him?”

“No. God, no.” She shook her head. “But while we’re on the subject, I was told by one of the other moms at Gia’s daycare that Miss Rodriguez wanted you to leave me for her.”

“Huh?”

“Yup.”

He thought for a moment, his mind racing. “Our daughter’s teacher wanted me to leave you... for her?”

She nodded tightly.

“I literally didn’t know about this until just now—but wait, is that why you didn’t fight me when I left?” He asked lowly, almost scared to ask.

“Yeah.” The lump formed in her throat again. She choked out, “I thought you’d made your decision.”

“Hey.” He rushed over to her, sitting next to her as she started to cry again. This time, he didn’t think twice about pulling her into his arms, feeling her body shake. “Honey, listen to me…I would never, ever leave you. Okay?”

“But you did.”

“Yeah, I did. And I regret every second of me being gone. I just thought you’d wanted space, or you realized that I wasn’t what you and Gia needed.”

She rested her forehead on his shoulder and she really thought she was gonna die because of how deprived she’d been of his scent. “Of course, you’re what we need, idiot. I wouldn’t be anywhere without you.”

“That’s not true.” He snorted. “You’re the most independent woman I know.”

“But you convinced me to move out here after us doing the whole long-distance thing. You, for some stupid reason, persuaded me to elope with you—”

“—but it was fun, and you loved it, so shut up.”

“—and I came back pregnant. But you gave me our little cookie. And in between all that, you built me a house for us to live in, you bought me a car, and when I asked for a puppy, you were more than willing to get a puppy just because I asked.”

“And I really would’ve, if I didn’t like to live.”

She laughed. “I say all that to say,” she sat up and took a moment to really look into his eyes. “you’re the reason why I am who I am.”

“I could say that about you, y’know. I could say that before I fell in too deep doin’ shit I knew wasn’t in my best interest, you showed up and you saved me.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.”

“I love you, okay? A lot. And we have to get better at telling each other how we feel. Because I’m not leaving again, and divorce is not an option.”

“I love you, too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck like she used to, running her fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and pulling slightly. “A lot.” She leaned in and kissed him.

He grinned like a teenager with a crush—which, some would say, he still is—kissing her again, grabbing her by the face. “We’re not doing this shit again, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir.” She winked.

“Do not get me started.” He kissed her again. He pulled away. “So what are we gonna do about Miss Rodriguez?”

“I’m gonna beat her ass.” She shrugged. “She almost ruined my marriage.”

“Or, we could just take Gia to a different daycare.”

“Whatever.”

Lisa walked into the kitchen. “Whew, there you are! C’mon, she wants you guys.”

The couple got up and made their way to the patio, him opening the door for her like he used to. But before she could leave, he grabbed her gently by the forearm. “Hey,” he mumbled. “I love you.”

She smiled. “I know.”

[spookysanta]

moana. (g.d) *blurb*

Summary: GiGi really wants to be Moana for Halloween, but Grayson wants the family to be ballerinas. Let’s see how arguing with a toddler goes. 

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: none

this is a blurb. no, i’m not happy with it but i’m not making this a full fic or re-doing it so here we are. :) 

**

“Gia, come try on your costume.”

“Daddy, want Moana instead.”

He held up the tutu and tiara in front of the little girl. “You don’t wanna be a ballerina?”

“No, daddy.” She shook her head, “wanna be Moana.”

“But honey, I thought you wanted us all to be ballerinas!” it almost sounded like he was whining; this is the first—and only—time Grayson’s gotten upset about not being able to wear a tutu and tiara with his little girl. But this is the man that takes his girls to get mani-pedis, and gets one, too.

“Yeah, but—but..” she struggled to find the words. The two-year-old’s vocabulary can only be so vast. She gave up, opting to sigh and say, “just want Moana, daddy.”

“Well, how about this—can daddy dress up with you?”

Her teeth, not all grown in, reared in a cute grin. “Of course, daddy!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! You be Maui!”

He had no idea who that was.

“Okay, cookie! How about me, you, and mama watch the movie tonight?”

“Kay!”

***

He knows he shouldn’t be hurt, but he is.

Especially when (Y/N) and Gia got back home from the Party City down the block with family Moana costumes.

If he’s honest, he isn’t happy; it just makes him think that his little girl isn’t so little, because now she can make her own decisions (to some degree). “Hi, daddy.” She greeted cheerfully, entering his office. “We buy Moana stuff.”

“Oh, you did?”

“Mhm.” She came around his desk, offering her arms for him to pick her up. And of course, he did. She laid her head on his shoulder, sticking her thumb in her mouth. She took her thumb out to say a simple, “Mama buy you stuff, too.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded wordlessly.

“Gia,” he wondered. “are you absolutely, positively, certainly positive you want to be Moana, instead of you, me, and mama being ballerinas?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“But, you know, mama was a ballerina? She’d been dancing since she was your age; and it’d absolutely crush her if we didn’t dress up as ballerinas this year.”

“I know, daddy.” She replied, sitting up and putting his face in her hands. “But Moana.”

“I know, I know…Moana.” He sighed. “You don’t think you’ll change your mind, Gia Bia? For mama, obviously.”

“No.” She smushed his cheeks.

“I…okay.”

***

This little girl had the stubbornness of her mother. And Grayson wasn’t exactly sure of that idea at first, but now he’s certain—Cookie won’t budge. No matter how much he tries, she will not change her mind.

Now he doesn’t want to be the “mean Grinch dad” as she calls him when she doesn’t get her way, but dammit, he wants to go out with his girls in a family costume. And while Moana and her friends are a good family costume for a family who’s actually seen the movie, their family hasn’t seen it.

So what’s the point?

“Mama!” Gia whined. “We go outside?”

“Yeah we will later, ‘kay?” (Y/N) chimed, her eyes reading over documents for her job on her laptop.

“Later…okay.” She nodded to herself and crawled into her daddy’s lap from the couch’s cushions, laying her head against his pec like she always does. “Daddy,” she patted him. “wanna watch teebee?”

“Bubby, we’re watching tv right now!” he clarified with a chuckle.

“No, daddy. Moana.”

He wanted to scream.

This little girl will not let up.

“Bunny, why don’t we watch Tiana instead?”

“Saw Tiana yesterday.”

“Snow White?”

“No.”

“Leap?”

“No, daddy. Want Moana.”

He sighed. “Fine.” He gave in. “Bunny, pass me the remote control.”

She slid off his lap and picked up the remote control from the other side of the couch, climbing back into his lap with an “oof”, handing him the remote. “Here, daddy. Moke-a-troll for you.”

“Thank you, bubba.” He turned to Netflix—regrettably—and turned on Moana, feeling his daughter settle into his chest.

When Maui first appeared on the screen, she patted him incessantly on his shoulder. “Daddy.”

“Hm?”

“’s you.”

“That’s me?” he laughed at the character on the television. He looked nothing like that. “Bubby, that’s not me!”

“Yuh-huh!” she giggled into her hand as only Giavanna Brielle Dolan does. “You big like dat.”

He couldn’t help but crack up at this little girl’s imagination of him—he knows he’s slightly muscular but not that big, sheesh. “No I am not!” he protested.

“Yup.”

And he couldn’t lie… it was a good movie.

But that doesn’t change the fact that Halloween is his favorite holiday and this is the only Halloween where Cookie will be two-years-old. And then the next Halloween, she’ll be three. And who knows what she’ll convince her parents to do then (probably Moana again, he’d assume).

[spookysanta]

pleaseee make another story with Grayson and Gigi. I’m begginggg 😭😭

i’m working on that, actually! i’m gonna try and get dad!ethan, dad!shawn, and my sugar daddy fics back on track, and then i’ll loop back that way! :) 💓💓

[rhyrhy462]

why is this the cutest thing on the planet???

no kiss. (g.d.)

Summary: gigi does not want her daddy’s kisses today.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: swearing but not much

here’s a blurb i’ve been working on for the last couple days! i hope you enjoy :) if not don’t tell me

UNEDITED

(lowercase intented)

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the day giavanna stopped wanting kisses from her daddy, he could’ve sworn his heart stopped. he loved giving her kisses, especially on her chubby cheeks. but today, she shyed away from him when he leaned down to press a kiss to the toddler forehead in his lap.

“no, daddy.”

his eyebrow cocked. he decided to try again, this time making kissy noises as he leaned in.

she whined and pushed his face away from her. “no kiss, daddy.”

his mouth fell agape. “honey!” he exclaimed to his wife that was cooking in the kitchen.

“what?”

“she won’t le’me kiss her.” he sighed.

“did you upset her?”

“no.” he shook his head. “i guess she’s too old for my kisses.”

“grayson, she’s a toddler.” she came into the living room after wiping her freshly-washed hands on a kitchen towel, picking the little girl up and bouncing her on a hip. “give mama kisses, baby.”

gigi puckered her lips, “mmmmmmwah.”

“tank you, baby.” she peppered kisses along gia’s hairline that had curly hairs springing in every direction.

grayson put his head in his hands. “she hates me.”

“no she doesn’t. she probably asked you to play and you forgot.” (y/n) shrugged. that’s what giavanna does, let’s be clear.

she’s very easily displeased. and when she’s displeased, everyone will know. and you’d expect her to not have the memory of an elephant because she’s still little, but this child is quite different.

“gigi, why won’t you give dada kiss? hm?”

“no kiss, mama.”

“but why?”

gia shook her head then laid it on her mama’s shoulder.

“look baby! daddy’s sad you won’t give him a kiss.”

giavanna looked to grayson, who was quite literally on the verge of tears because he couldn’t bear the thought of his pride and joy being angry with him.

“no kiss.” she grunted, completely unfazed by his sadness. “upset.”

“oh, you’re upset at daddy.” (y/n) spoke slowly so that grayson can get the memo. “what happened to make you so upset?”

“no beast.”

oh.

that’s an issue.

giavanna is a creature of routine. and every day, at some point, she has to watch the original beauty and the beast.

they’ve been trying to ween her off of the “once a day” routine and shift it to a “once a week” routine.

grayson can only listen to “be our guest” but so many times before he feels his brain cells wither away.

either way, today was grayson’s turn to put the film on and keep the little girl entertained while (y/n) prepared gia’s lunch.

apparently he forgot.

(y/n) couldn’t fathom how he forgot, since they pretty much have the film playing on a loop.

“so, cookie, you’re mad at dada because he didn’t play beast?”

she nodded.

grayson’s head lifted from his hands. “dammit.” he muttered. “i forgot to put the damn movie on.”

“shh.” (y/n) covered their daughter’s ears. “i’ll make you put money in the swear jar.”

“it’s my house.” he muttered. “i should be able to say whatever i want.”

“well, you can’t. because bunny is a sponge and she’ll call you names if you’re not careful.”

they already had the issue about her saying the word “fuck” after her daddy and uncle were playing video games and things got a little heated over their headsets.

the last thing they needed right before the holidays, was for gigi to pick up on new words to say around her grandparents.

that would not go over well, as funny as it could be.

“fine, fine.” he stood from the couch, taking gigi from her mama’s grasp—as whiny as she was—and setting his tablet to play beauty and the beast, connecting it to the television to broadcast. “here, bubby.”

and like clockwork, when she saw the opening scene of the film, she snuggled into her daddy’s arms. “tank you.”

(y/n) wanted to laugh, and she did under her breath. as spoiled as giavanna was, she wasn’t at all shocked that the issue was immediately smoothed over; she couldn’t stay mad at her daddy forever.

“now can dada have a kiss? please?” he begged the little girl.

she pressed her lips to her daddy’s scruffy cheek. “mmmmmmmwah.”

he pulled her in for a bear hug, peppering kisses all over her face and tickling her sides. “aw thank you, cookie! you forgive me? you love dada again?”

she giggled, “yeah.”

he dramatically wiped the (imaginary) sweat off his brow. “whew. that was close.”

she mocked his movements as best she could. “woo.”

he took her monster’s inc. blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over the two of them and laying her down on his chest. “love you, bunny.”

he dreaded beauty and the beast now, but his little girl loves it and he adores her.

if it makes her happy, then he’ll watch beauty and the beast every single day with her to hear her laugh and see her smile.

and then, when she’s gotten out of this phase, and moves on to a new thing, he’ll partake in that with her as much as he can, too.

(and the beauty and the beast will never be played again.)

“lub you, too, daddy.”