#grayson dolan au fanfic

[poguesofthebau]

OMG would you be able to do a superhero au with Grayson where the reader is like the villain and they just have flirty banter every time they meet until he finally decides to ask her out💛

this took me soooo long to write because i’ve never done anything like it before, but it was so fun to work on! i changed a few things from the actual request, but i hope it’s at least kind of close to what you were looking for! :)

summary: when grayson dolan, LA’s favorite hero, can’t stop running into y/n, a criminal that flies under the city’s radar, he finds himself first obsessing over her and her life choices, and then falling for her. but how does a vigilante end up with a criminal?

the first time you met was at the california fires.

he had seen you quickly moving around through the front windows, and, thinking you were a homeowner trapped inside by the flames, had darted inside as quickly as possible to get you out. when he finally found you in the house, though, he realized that he had been mistaken about you.

you were no homeowner– oh, no. you were quite the opposite.

when grayson reached you, what you were doing was unbelievable to him. “hey, are– are you fucking stealing from this house?”

caught off guard, your naturally smug face distorted into confusion, your head whipping to the side and squinting through the smoke with a heavy cough to see who the hell had been crazy enough to follow you, california’s least famous crook, into a literal burning building. you’d been leaning over a locket, staring at the photo that was pressed into it. a young girl and a middle-aged couple. it had seemed too sentimental for you to take, even though its other possible destiny was to burn to ashes. regardless of what you’d decided, your thoughts were cut short when another voice rose from the smoke, startling you out of your contemplation.

immediately you recognized him. it was grayson.

while the general public didn’t know who the man really was, every petty criminal in the city made a point to know his true identity. they knew it for two reasons: 1) so they knew to keep away from him, and, 2) for blackmail if they ever needed it. because someone like grayson dolan would never let people like you get away with the things you did– vigilante or not. so people like you did what it took to remain under his radar, but made sure to have a backup plan just in case he somehow tuned in to what you were doing.

for these reasons, you immediately dashed to make an exit when you recognized him. the window above the kitchen sink was still open from when you’d come in five minutes ago to grab anything lightweight and expensive you could find. without a sound, you dropped the locket and sprinted across the room, jumping onto the counter and diving out the window effortlessly, with grayson trying–and failing– to follow you, the prettiest thief he’d ever caught in the act.

the next meeting was almost a month later.

a friend of yours had invited you along on a little robbery. the plan was to hit a small cafe just as it closed, take anything in the register or the wallets of whatever customers and employees were still lingering, and get out. you had passed on the offer, preferring to hit vacant targets and work alone, but you had offered your help if anything went wrong.

conveniently for you, the one night you’d planned on keeping off the streets and letting citizens of LA worry about normal problems that didn’t include being robbed by you, ended up being the night things went sideways for your friend. around 9:45 that night, you received a text with no context or explanation (just how all criminals communicated): 911.

so, like any good friend would, you went.

when you arrived at the cafe, the scene was already messy.

there were three cops cars parked outside the building, and the first person you spotted who wasn’t in police uniform was him.

of course. why would grayson dolan, hero of the year, not be on a scene like this one?

for a moment, you lingered in your spot, just out of the sight of the heroes. you contemplated just leaving. what was one less friend? he could get himself out of the situation if he was as legit as he claimed to be. hell, he wouldn’t have been in the situation if he was as good as he claimed to be. you paced around in heavy thought for a few moments, and just as you decided to hatch a plan to get your friend out of his own mess, your train of thought was rammed off its tracks.

“hey!” and then there were footsteps, rapidly approaching you. your first instinct was to pull the knife from your thigh holster, but by the time it was in your hand, grayson had already reached you. before your body could react, it was pushed against the wall, and your arms were pinned on either side of your head. the knife clattered to the floor as grayson’s knee nudged between your thighs to keep you from moving. your eyes were wide when they finally met his, and the look on his face told you he hadn’t forgotten your last encounter. “it’s you again?” your brow furrowed in response, wrists struggling in his hands to free themselves. “what are you doing here? are you a part of this?”

instead of responding, you took advantage of his position in the only way you could. while he was speaking, grayson had lessened the pressure he was putting on your body by giving you an inch more space between your bodies. without hesitation, you brought your left knee up between his legs with as much force as you could muster. turns out it was a lot of force.

grayson’s hands immediately released you, and you were suddenly able to slid out from between his body and the wall, quickly leaning over to grab your knife before dashing in the opposite direction of the police, who had taken no notice to the interaction going on between the two of you. you didn’t make it very far before he was running after you again, this time taking a bit longer to catch up. he eventually did, though, barely grabbing onto your wrist again and yanking on it just hard enough to halt your momentum and twist you around. as you spun, your other hand– the one holding the knife– flew toward him, only to be stopped a few inches away by grayson’s forearm colliding with your own.

after a few moments of sparring, you ended up with grayson on his back below you as you straddled him, knife pressed lightly against his throat. he was looking up at you as though you were someone he knew, like he had so much faith in your benevolence. “quit looking at me like that. and quit trying to stop me from doing my damn job, before you get yourself killed.”

“you wouldn’t kill me,” he insisted, locking eyes with you. “i don’t buy it.”

“be careful what you assume about a girl who has a knife to your throat, mr. hero.”

the glint in his eye suddenly shifted from familiarity to interest. “who are you? why haven’t i heard of you?”

smiling almost sweetly at his naivety, you leaned into him, your mouth nearly pressed against his ear when you finally spoke. “because i’m very good at what i do.” and then you were gone.

from then on, grayson was everywhere you went. it was almost scary how much you saw him. you’d catch him while you were out on a job, whether he was there to stop you or just happened to walk in on one of your crimes, and he would spot you as you passed by a scene he was on, trying to save a new innocent. often times he would strike up a conversation, as though you were old friends. a part of you was convinced it was all coincidence, but a larger part was worried that you were going to be his next big criminal take-down. so after a handful of run-ins, you finally decided to address the situation.

you’d been listening to the police scanner all day, trying to find something that was close enough to your location that you could catch grayson there and hopefully put an end to the game of tag you two had been playing for the past few months. after hours of running around the city only to just barely miss him, you finally caught up.

funny enough, the scene you found him working on was a fire. when you arrived on a nearby rooftop, catching sight of what was going on down below, you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. after meeting him for the first time at a fire and spending all that time feeling like he was chasing you around los angeles, it had all come full circle.

deciding it would be smartest to wait for things to settle down for grayson, you sat down on the edge of the rooftop, boot-clad feet dangling from the ledge. for almost two hours, you sat and watched him save life after life, until everyone had been pulled from the burning building. it was odd, the feeling you got every time he ducked back into the building. each disappearance had you wondering– worrying– if he would come back out again. you couldn’t remember the last person you’d worried about like that, and you couldn’t believe that grayson dolan was the one putting you in that state of mind.

the entire time you sat waiting for him, you thought you’d gone unnoticed by the hero. when the job was done, though, the first thing he did was look up to your spot on that building and grin at you. stunned, you laughed in surprise.

a few minutes later, grayson was sitting on the ledge next to you, feet grazing your own as he swung his legs back and forth in the air. “thanks for not adding to the trouble down there,” he teased, knocking his shoulder into yours. “maybe you’re not such a villain after all.”

“hmph. is that what you’re looking to hear from me after all these little meetings? that i’m a good guy deep down, and i’m secretly dying to be your sidekick or something?”

“you said it, not me.” you scoffed at this, shoving him.

“i told you once i would kill you, and i still mean it.”

after a few moments of laughing, you both went quiet. “have you ever thought about that? like, in a serious way.” you raised your eyebrows, not following the question. “i mean, have you ever wanted to be good?” you scoffed again. “seriously, y/n. don’t take it the wrong way, but you are one of the bad guys. a really skilled one, i have to admit. it took me two months to figure out your name, for god’s sake. but really, don’t you ever wonder if you should be doing something to help people?”

you looked at him for a while, just taking him in. he looked worried, thinking he’d upset you with the question. when you looked out at the sky and leaned back on your palms, though, he seemed to realize that he was right. “i never considered anything like that until i met you.”

grayson smiled then, proudly. he had been waiting months for you to finally admit that what you were doing with your life wasn’t who you were– that you were ready to do more. “so do it with me.”

you turned back to look at him again. your face let grayson know that he wasn’t convincing you of anything. “it’s not that simple, grayson. you’re the hero, and i’m the villain. maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

“or maybe it’s not. c’mere.” he was standing then, reaching a hand out to help you up once he’d finally gotten on his feet. when you took his hand and let him pull you up, he smiled again. he started digging around in his pocket then. after a while, he finally found what he was looking for, pulling it out and taking one knee before you. when your eyes widened in amusement, he laughed and shook his head. “it’s not what you think, crazy.” finally, you caught sight of what he was offering to you. the locket, from that first day in the fires. “y/n the villain, will you do me the honor of becoming y/n the hero and help me protect this city?”

rolling your eyes but failing to fight the smile that had crept onto your face, you took the necklace from him and nodded before pulling him back to his feet. “yeah, i will, you corny good guy. how the hell did you find this?”

“i knew it would be important when i first saw you with it that first day. i had no way to prove it, but i could just tell that this locket was one of the things that made you question what you were doing. and i knew that a day like today would come, so i took it for this moment. you know, just in case.”

you groaned. “how did i go from bad ass, unstoppable criminal to sidekick of the guy that finds the meaning of lockets from house fires in a matter of minutes?”

grabbing your hand with a laugh, he pulled you toward the door that led to the building. “that’s the power of goodness. i don’t make the rules, i just follow them! don’t act like you don’t love the protagonist.”

“sadly, i think we both know i do.”

[poguesholland]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[strangerquinns]

can we get something about grayson’s gf zoning out sometimes like it’s just something she does when she’s anxious and gray is always so patient and goes to her straight away staying with her and bringing her out of it by being touchy and whispering stuff to her

College AU

You were never good at expressing yourself. Any time you were feeling like things were coming around you and caving in, you suffered in silence. One thing that helped Grayson know when you needed him was whenever you became silent and zoned off. He’d look over and see you looking off into the distance with a blank expression on your face. Any time that happened he knew that meant it was time to go or pull you away from whatever you were working on.

Right now the two of you were at a house party, bodies pressed tightly together as music vibrated off the walls along with people’s conversations. Grayson wasn’t really one for parties, but Ethan had somehow convinced him to go out. And with that, Grayson somehow convinced you to go out. The night started off fine. You were having a good time talking with Kristina and Mando, watching as Grayson and Ethan played beer pong. But as the night went along soon your anxiety came in full force.

First, your hands began to get a little shaky and around you, everyone’s conversations started sounding like they were underwater. Beside you, Kristina laughed loudly as a joke that Mando had said, but you sat there silent. Grayson felt like he was in the zone, his face hurting from the smile that was on his face. He wasn’t really much of a drink, but a soft buzz was coursing through his veins from the few rounds of beer pong he was playing with his brother and friends. But for a moment, it was like something within him told him to check on you. His eyes scanned over the party before settling where you sat with Kristina and Mando not too far from where they were playing. Around you, everyone was laughing, talking, and drinking but you sat staring off to the side. He knew that look. 

Grayson quickly whispered something to Ethan before moving towards you, not even waiting for a response before he was moving towards you. He bent down and asked Mandon to jump in for him, before moving to kneel down in front of you. His touch didn’t even fully pull you out, letting him know that you were deep into your own mind. 

“Baby,” Grayson spoke softly, grasping your hand tightly while the other reached up to caress your face softly. You jumped slightly from the touch but your eyes stayed focused on a random spot to the side. “Hey, [Y/N], let’s get out of here.”

You whimpered softly, Grayson not able to hear it due to the loud music and conversation around him before he was pulling you from your seat. You followed behind him, keeping your hands clasped together, as his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand. Grayson led the two of you away from the main part of the party and pulling you into the fresh air onto a balcony up on the second floor. The moment Grayson slid the door behind you, the music was cut off, and slowly you were coming out of it. 

Grayson walked to you and gently caressed your face so you were looking up towards him, your eyes were slightly unfocused as your hands shook against his chest. His thumbs rubbed against your cheeks before bending down and kissing along your nose. Another whimper came from you, this time Grayson hearing it, as you closed your eyes. 

“That’s it, angel,” Grayson whispered into your ear. “Come back to me.”

Your hands fisted his shirt tightly and stepped closer to him so you could fully feel his warmth around you. Grayson moved his hands from your face before gently moving them along your arms, before wrapping his arms around you. 

“Gray,” you spoke softly with a slight crack in your voice.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Grayson kissed the top of your head. “You ok?”

He wanted to hear you say that you were as you shook slightly in his arms, your body pressed against his. He nuzzled his face into your hair and began to rock you back and forth slightly.

You nodded your head before whispering a soft “yes,”

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have brought us out to this stupid party,” Grayson spoke as guilt sat heavy in his gut. 

You pulled back to look up towards him, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Still feel bad.” Grayson frowned before bending down and kissing your lips softly. “Let’s get out of here and head home, yeah?”

You nodded your head before reaching down and grasping your hand tightly. The two of you moved through the party again before saying goodbye to your friends. You hugged your body tightly to Grayson’s as you went out of the frat house and headed towards his small apartment right at the top of the campus. The two of you didn’t speak as you walked, enjoying each other’s silence as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. 

[jtsfavslut]

hiii im sorry idk if ur taking requests but i feel like this would b so cute. so y/n is gray’s girlfriend n she’s latina. when juanpa starts hanging w the twins again, she meets him and rly ~vibes~ w him cuz they both speak spanish, like- they’d prank them or talk shit (or pretend to talk shit) abt them etc and gray would get kinda jealous and would try to learn more spanish? no se si tiene sentido sjdjsdjsj btw soy argentina <33 pd: sería re divertido si y/n fuera argentina solo porque nunca vi un fic con una argentina jajja pero como vos quieras <3 (i LOVE ur writing)

Hola Amor!!! That’s actually really cute, omg, like he would get so jealous, but not even of Juanpa, just of your relationship with him, and the fact that Juanpa speaks Spanish and he doesn’t!!! But Yo amo cuando la gente tiene acento de Argentina, porque me quedo media boba, cuz it 's like so satisfying omg!!!! Also, I love you!!!!

“Juanpa, he’s the Mexican guy right?” you asked and Grayson nodded his head. He was telling you how an old friend of theirs, who also speaks Spanish was coming over, and you were honestly excited. 

“Yeah, he’s really funny too. Juanpa is built differently,” he replied, making you chuckle as you shook your head. 

But when you finally met him, Grayson was right. Juanpa was built differently. And it was hard to tell whether he was joking about something or not.

“Hey, y/n,” he whispered when he noticed neither of the twins were paying attention. You were currently in the backyard, the twins eating something vegan that Grayson cooked, while you and Juanpa made something that you made.

“Dime,” you replied, turning to look at him, he had a weird look on his face, like he was planning something, but you didn’t really know why.

“Vamos, a hacerle una broma,” he whispered and you shook your head, widening your eyes. 

“Vos esta loco, oh que? La ultima ves que yo y E, le hicimos una broma, no me hablo por todo el dia,” you replied, and turned to look towards Grayson who was already looking at you. 

‘Y/N, no es nada malo, solamente pretendemos que estamos hablando de él. Como ahora,” he shrugged, you sighed but agreed after a couple of seconds. 

“Que quieres que yo haga?” 

“Solo sigue mirándolo y conversado conmigo,” he replied and you nodded your head, carrying on with Juanpa’s simple but funny plan. 

After a couple of minutes of wondering what was so interesting about you and Juanpa’s conversation, Grayson got up from his seat, walking towards you as you tried to hold in your giggles. 

“What are we talking about?” he casually asked, even if deep down he was about to combust. 

“Nothing. You wouldn’t understand anyways,” Juanpa sighed and you had to turn the other way in order to not laugh. 

“Oh,” Grayson let out, making you feel bad. 

“It was nothing Amor, just some tea he was spilling,” you said as he sat down next to you, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. 

He was jealous. Grayson got extremely touchy when he was jealous. He was normally touchy, but when he felt ‘threatened’ he would touch you more, hug you more, kiss you more, and not leave your side until he felt that his message got across. 

That was just the first time, the second time Grayson felt jealous was when you and Juanpa were vibing to spanish music. Horribly singing along to the music, while Grayson had no clue on what was even going on. 

“I’m so done with this,” he scoffed towards Ethan and he scrunched his face up in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean them, just look at them. When they talk, it’s always in Spanish and it looks suspicious, they have inside jokes, when he’s around she barely talks to me, they’re singing songs to each other which I don’t even know the meaning of. I mean it’s clear she likes him more than me,” he sighed, feeling a mixture of hurt and anger while Ethan shook his head.

“Grayson, how many of our friends speak Spanish?” 

“Just him, and Mando, plus her,” Grayson sighed.

“How many of her friends speak Spanish?” Ethan asked and Grayson shrugged. 

“I don’t know, just Mando and now him,”

“See, it’s not that she likes him  more, she just found someone that she can talk to in her own language. And Grayson, Juanpa’s here like twice a week, it’s not that deep,” Ethan replied, making Grayson let out a loud sigh, that you heard, making you turn to look at him. You quickly excused yourself before walking over to him. 

“Amor, what’s wrong?” you asked, a slight pout on your concern filled face.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he sighed and you shook your head knowing he was lying. 

“Bullshit. I’m not going to push you, but if you wanna talk, please talk to me,” you softly spoke and he nodded his head. 

Over the course of a week, Grayson spent all his free time attempting to learn Spanish, just so that he could feel closer to you. He barely learned anything. Maybe just a few phrases and words. He couldn't expect more, after it all it was just one week and a shitty youtube video.

“Amor, pasarme mi botella,” he randomly said as you were both sitting on the couch, taking in the peacefulness of having the house to yourselves. 

“I- umm sure,” you replied, not wanting to question his random and incorrect use of the Spanish language, so you leaned down to pick up his water bottle and handing it to him.

“Was that good? Or like was it bad?” He asked and you looked at him with confusion, “My Spanish, was it good?” 

“It was okay, you used the wrong verb but it’s okay,” you smiled and he nodded his head. 

“Well, what’s the correct verb?” 

“Well, if you wanna get it over with you can just say ‘pasamé la botella’ or if you wanna be polite you can say ‘me puedes pasar la botella?’ you can use both, it doesn’t matter,” you replied and he nodded his head, whispering the sentences a few times so that he could remember them. 

The second time, he said something so random and incorrect that you don’t even remember what it was, but you were starting to notice that he was acting weird, and decided to finally question him. 

“Alright, what’s going on?” you asked sitting up straight and he shook his head. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean you. You’re acting weird. Suddenly wanting to speak Spanish, not leaving my side when another male is around. Did I do something?” You asked and he shook his head letting out a sigh. 

“No, it’s just that you and Juanpa. You understand each other so well, and I don’t. When you speak Spanish, and I have no idea of what you’re saying, I feel like you’re planning something against me. And your inside jokes, I don’t know. I just feel like he understands you more than I do, so I tried to learn Spanish, but that clearly didn’t work out,” he replied making you pout. 

“Amor, you know none of that is true. Yes, me and Juanpa are good friends, but that doesn’t mean he understands me more, I mean in Spanish he does, but he doesn’t understand me as a person, only you do. And I only like him as a friend. I like and love you as a boyfriend. And the inside jokes, don’t even make sense. But Gray, you should’ve told me this, because we purposely made it seem like we were talking about you,” you replied making him chuckle. 

“I love you,” he sighed, pulling you over so that you were straddling him. 

“I love you more,” you placed a quick kiss on his nose before he pulled you down, connecting his lips with yours. 

“Do you think you can teach me Spanish?” 

[dolansontheblock]

can you do a concept w grayson where your period cramps aren’t usually bad, but they’re unbearable this month and gray finds you crying from them?

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hi baby, thank you for sending this in! i hope this is what you had in mind, love you! i’m sorry this is so late & i’m sorry it’s so short:-/

The rays from the sun coming through the window, beating down on your body, causing you to curl into yourself even more. You really didn’t want to get up, last night you were up most of the night due to your period. Usually you never had cramps and only had light bleeding, but this time you were in so much pain that it woke you up from a deep sleep.

You turned over to see the time, your phone illuminated the numbers 6:52, you had to be to work by 9:30, but you can’t even fathom getting up for work. So you decided to use a sick day, today is good as any and you know you could use one. Shooting a quick text to your boss, you slowly rolled out of bed to go to the bathroom to look for your heating pad and some medicine. After some rummaging around, you found what you were looking for and happily made your way back to your bed, plugging in the heating pad and swallowing the pills down with the glass of water on your night side table, hoping the pain would fade away and sleep would come find you soon.

Unfortunately sleep never came, instead tears found their way to your eyes in place of it. You couldn’t remember the last time you had cramps like this, they were unbearable. You heard the door to your apartment open and close, followed by a soft call of your name, Grayson. The sound of keys being placed on the table, followed by his footsteps reached your ears.

The door to your room creaked open, but you didn’t move a muscle and greet him like normal. You stayed still in your little ball, with tear drops escaping through your closed eyes. The covers shifted a bit as he came to lay down beside you, his arm gently resting over your body.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” He whispered, followed by a kiss to your head. His hand found your own, thumb absentmindedly rubbing your skin.

“Cramps, they’re so bad for some reason.” You whimpered, turning your body so you could bury your head in his chest and snuggle into the safety of his arms.

You’re sure it’s past 9 by now, usually you would stop by the house for a morning coffee, and when you didn’t show Grayson decided to drive over to make sure you were okay.

“How about we get you in the shower, and I’ll put your towels in the dryer so they’ll be nice and warm for you when you get out? Then we can just relax in bed all day. My schedule is clear so whatever you want to do, I’ll do with you.”

You looked up to him to see him already looking down at you with so much love, it made your heart swell. Nodding softly, you agreed and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I think we could use a day just the two of us, a nap sounds really nice too.” He smiled at you, eyes crinkling into his happy lines as you call them, because they only appear when he’s happy and smiling.

“Okay babe, napping it is.”

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES {Quarterback AU}

Summary: When his brother forces him to go on a double date with him and with a girl that absolutely hates Grayson, he’s forced to realize that their mutual disdain might have been caused by his own actions.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of banter

Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N - this is sort of a version of This Is War (Ethan frat/soulmate fic), but there are no soulmates here. It’s probably bad since I stress wrote it instead of studying, but it’s also kind of fun? I guess I’m a sucker for enemies trope. Also, I am writing Fix me finale, but it will take me a while because I am back in college for the next month and a half or so and I have back to back exams every 2 or 3 days. Hope you guys understand and I hope you like this one as well. 

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Ethan never thought he'd have to beg his brother to accompany a beautiful woman on a date, but he still found himself in front of his arm-crossed twin and his defiant glare.

„No. Not happening.“ Grayson is adamant, refusing to budge and most definitely not when it's her who they want him to go out with. Why can't they find someone else to be their double date?! He just didn't see the sanity in that decision.

„I'm asking as a brother!“ Ethan pulled his twin card, hoping to see change in Grayson who simply laughed in his face before turning his back on him, still stubbornly refusing to even consider it.

„Bruh, never gonna happen.“

Rolling his eyes, Ethan's annoyance grows as he's forced to walk in front of his brother who seems damn determined to fuck up his night even after he tried to bribe him with chores, cash, even his dear Smooth cat.

„She's Amina's best friend. I am begging you, please, don't make me call mom on you.“ And that's when he played the ultimate card – the mom card. There isn't a woman in the world as important to Grayson as his mother, but then again, there isn't a woman as capable of making him do things he'd never want to do.

„Seriously? Playing the mom card now? What are we, like 10? Plus, why would she even want me as a date?! She fucking hates me and I'm pretty sure she's mental. You're putting your favorite brother in the line of fire.“ Reasoning with Ethan had never been fruitful in the past, but even as he watches Ethan shrug his pleas off his shoulders, Grayson clings to some hope he'd manage to escape this whole ordeal. It's probably the only time he had ever regretted being a playboy instead of having a girlfriend...taken men can't be forced into dates with their worst enemy.

„Favorite? You're my only brother, Grayson. It does not make you necessarily a favorite.“ Ethan retorted with furrowed eyebrows before tossing a white, classy shirt at his brother's chest. „Now get ready and be nice tonight, okay?“

Nostrils flared as he inhales deeply, staring daggers at Ethan's back as he leaves the room, Grayson yells after him: „No promises!“

To say he spent the entire drive over to the restaurant sulking would be an understatement. The last thing, absolutely the last thing, Grayson wanted to do now is to spend a few hours around Y/N Y/L/N.

You know those girls that are always seemingly fun but will cut you down with just a look if you make a single misstep? The girls that may be smaller than guys but cause terror in them whenever they scowl?

Y/N Y/L/N is the queen B of the club Grayson is certain exists as some secret college society of women that learn how to make men's lives miserable.

Sure, she's on good terms with everyone else, but Grayson always found her to be rude and mean-spirited with him. Every time he tried to bridge the distance between them for not only his brother's relationship but his own inner peace, she nearly chewed his head off. 

In time, Grayson learned to avoid her and her mood-swings, but he still found himself getting out of the car on this particular night, finding Amina in front of the restaurant and he could easily recognize Y/N, even from behind. Perhaps he's spent too much time admiring her ass in the past, but she wasn't hard to recognize, besides, who else would be helping Amina fix her hijab?

For a moment there, he just stands there on the curb, watching her as the wind picks up and her hair flies to the side, revealing her face as she steps away from Amina and giggles, the sound carried through the wind and to his unsuspecting ears. He thought her laugh is almost...tolerable...cute even.

Shaking his head vehemently, Grayson felt Ethan's hand on his shoulder and his expecting gaze as well.

„Come on. It might rain soon and I'd rather not worry if Amina will freeze to death when her clothes get wet.“

Sighing, Grayson follows his brother reluctantly, his gaze unwavering and on his enemy. She may be clothed in a beautiful green dress with bare back, but Grayson still remembers she's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

„Hey.“ Ethan smiles sheepishly at his dear Amina, giving her a small wave as she looks down shyly and her cheeks turn a darker shade. Their relationship is pure in Grayson's eyes – they rarely ever touch and when they do it's by accident and yet they seem to be inseparable. In a moment of weakness, he wished for something as simple and pure as they have too.

„Ugh. Grayson fucking Dolan? Seriously Amina?“ Y/N all but growled at her best friend who was forced to look at her instead of Ethan who really captured all her attention moments ago. Frowning, Grayson clears his throat, hoping to speak but Y/N continues.

„I thought I was supposed to be here with you as the third wheel because your dad insisted! Why call...“ She turns to Grayson, gesticulating to his face with slight disgust on her face before she adds: „Him.“

„Excuse me?!“ Grayson exclaims, quite frankly offended by the way she looked at him like he's not worth the dirt off her cheap heels, but she just turns to him with the fakest, fed-up smile she could muster.

„You may be excused.“ Showing him down the road, hoping he'd leave, Y/N looked at the way his face quickly changed from insulted, to angry, to wicked.

„Oh, no. I'm staying. Now that I know you have been blindsided into spending a whole dinner with me, I'd love for a chance to make your meal a little spicy.“ Winking, Grayson opened the door. Waiting for them to enter, Ethan and Amina were fast but Y/N crossed her arms and tapped her foot against the pavement, her eyes narrowed at him with suspicion.

„Waiting for a formal invitations, princess?“ Grayson clicks his tongue as he gestures with a nod for her to get inside, nearly bursting out laughing when she flinches with the thunder echoing in the street.

„You're just waiting for me to walk in order to let the door slam in my face.“ She guesses, looking up at the sky nervously as lightning tears the sky open.

„Maybe, but you'll never know if you don't come in. Or you can test your luck with the thunderstorm.“ Shrugging as if saying he's alright with either or, Grayson raises his eyebrow in challenge and then it crosses his mind – this is the first time since he met her that he has the reigns and it feels really, really good.

Pensive, she looks back up at the sky before shrugging. „I'd rather brave the storm then, quarterback.“

However, as she states her choice, rain starts to drizzle and the lightning illuminates every line of her frustrated face and her pouted lips as she closes her eyes in anticipation of what's to come. Brave...but stupid.

„Come in. I won't slam the door in your face.“ Clearing his throat, he adds. „My mama taught me better, alright?“

„Fine, but if you do, I know who to complain to then. Don't underestimate me, quarterback. I can find her number if I want to!“ Eyes narrower with every step she takes, arms tense as she expects him to go back on his word, she manages to walk into the restaurant without a scratch on her and surprisingly no attempt to even frighten her.

Y/N headed straight for the table next to Ethan and Amina, the only one available with 'reserved' card on it. She sat opposite of Amina so she could pick up on any signal her best friend sends, but also because she had many signals she wanted to send her and a middle finger might be one of them.

Of all the men in the universe, hell, of all the women in the universe, those two chose the quarterback from hell? She never quite understood how he and Ethan could be twins and be so fundamentally different but after the first two years, she just stopped trying to understand it – understand him, at all.

„Alright. What do you want to order?“ Grayson picks up the menu – the only menu on the table and she rolls her eyes at him again. „Might wanna watch the eye-rolls. Don't want your eyes getting stuck like that, do you?“

Glancing at Amina who just mouthed 'Please', Y/N let out a violent huff in utter frustration, even more so when Grayson continued to hog the menu.

„Why are you here? Really? Did they blindside you too?“ Y/N questions, more curious about how calm he seemed when he found her in front of the restaurant than the menu he holds. She can't eat much now when her appetite is for vengeance alone.

„Nope, Ethan played the mom card. I wouldn't be here otherwise, trust me.“ He responds without even looking at her, his eyes still going over the menu and if she didn't know better, she'd think he's confused.

„You have something better to do on a Saturday night? A girl perhaps? Did I cockblock you, quarterback?“ Raising her eyebrows with amusement, she leans in and cocks her head slightly to the left, awaiting for his response.

„Don't flatter yourself. My plans were more important than a girl. I was supposed to run on the treadmill.“

Shaking her head, finding his answer peculiar and she couldn't help herself but question him further. Besides, she had no other form of entertainment but to make steam come out of his ears.

„Running? That's more important? What the hell?“ Flabbergasted, she draws in a shaky breath as she puts a hand on her chest in surprise and Grayson dignifies her with a curious glance.

„Who chooses to spend a Saturday night on a treadmill?“

Putting down the menu, Grayson presses his tongue against his left cheek to reel his usually loud self which was always amplified around her.

„Someone who makes good life choices. Try it sometimes.“ Snarky tone he used made her bite her lower lip, slowly releasing the soft flesh with a little less lipstick than before. Shame – Grayson quite liked the red shade on her lips.

„Oh, quarterback, you're so scandalous. For future reference, if you ever see me running you should run too because I only run for my life...maybe not even then.“ Smacking her lips, she slyly grabbed the menu from his hands and looked it over herself. She noticed Ethan nod at his brother before they exchanged a few words in their weird gibberish language Amina told her about, though she had caught them doing so a few times before too.

„So, you're really into football, huh“, Grayson asks so naively, noticing exactly when she raised her eyes from the menu and up to him with a boy-you-better-run look and he gulps, aware she'd soon say something that would fuck everything up.

„Football? It's literally the last thing on my list of interests...hell, it's not even on the list!“ She exclaims, noticing Grayson's jaw clench and his eyes harden and Ethan facepalmed immediately, all too familiar with what will happen.

„Football is life! What do you mean it's not on the list?“ Shushed by Amina, he presses his lips together but his eyes are wide and wild and Y/N can't help but chuckle.

„It's the dumbest sport there is. All you do is throw hands with men with over-sized pads and helmets. You get concussions for fame? Fuck that.“ Tossing the menu on the center of the table, Y/N leans back in her chair as she notices a vein prominently showing on Grayson's forehead and she can't help but enjoy the view. There is nothing she likes better than a pissed off Grayson. He's got everyone treating him like a deity, but she was never among them. Perhaps it's because he fucked up when they first met, but she tried time and time again to give him the benefit of the doubt and he always proved her opinion of him, while abominable, is very accurate.

„Dumbest sport? Do you know how hard I work to be the very best on that field? The theories and strategies I have to learn? The physical preparations?!“ Whisper shouting, Grayson leaned closer, his elbows resting on the table and his biceps swell up as he moves some of his weight onto his arms and the table under him.

„Oh, wow! You work so hard? A doctor works hard, Grayson. They save lives and they will never earn the money you will earn after college. You're learning how to run zig-zag across the field with a crummy ball in your hands without falling, while doctors, lawyers, teachers, cashiers and many REAL professions are so underfunded and underpaid and you think that's fair?“ Shaking her head, she raises her hands in mock surrender, watching a little bit of Grayson's ego chip away and he shakes his head too, looking away as he keeps his mouth shut.

„Why do you even hate me so much?“ Grayson mumbled sometime during dinner -  a very quiet dinner.

Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she wondered if he really doesn't know. Hell, she always knew why she hates him, but she never knew why he hates her.

„You really don't know?“ She nearly chuckles when he shrugs, oblivious as always.

„Why is that somehow worse than everything you did?“ Talking to herself more than him, she lets out a heavy sigh. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Y/N presses her lips together and Grayson can't help but notice the red lipstick is once again evenly spread across her lips.

She remembered the way they met, the way he treats the girls, the pranks he pulled that left her mortified, or the nickname he started that followed her for a whole semester and most of all, she couldn't forgive him for scaring off a guy she thought she'd be with for a very, very long time.

„You're so smart and sure of yourself, figure it out.“ But then again, she did have an appetite for vengeance and he had no idea how ready she was to satisfy it.

He was clueless until Monday morning, right after practice when he was left last in the locker-rooms after his self-imposed morning practice. He was clueless as he walked out of the shower, confused as to where his towel is. He was clueless when his steam-clad body felt the breeze of the mysteriously open window in the locker-room had made him shiver.

However, when he opened his locker, Grayson was no longer clueless: his clothes – gone, his jersey – gone, his phone, bag and towels gone.

Everything is gone, yet when he looks at the mirror, he finds the cause for the message left in a very familiar shade of red gave him more than just a clue – XOXO next to a clear mark of a particular pair of lips he was admiring on Saturday night.

„Y/N FUCKING Y/L/N!“

Tags: @mendesficsxbombay​ @beinscorpio​ @peacedolantwins​ @dolandolll​ 

PART 2

[marvelousell]

I have a really bad migraine right now. Could I have a fluffy Grayson fic about him caring you for you when you have a migraine?

I’m here

A/N: Migraines are bullshit, for me it’s the worst pain ever. Hope you’re feeling better love.❤️

Warnings: swearing

It was awfully quiet today in the house, and not because Ethan left for the weekend.

Grayson was used to laughs roaring through the house, the music blasting all day and especially to the sound of pots and utensils in the kitchen while you were cooking.

Today was different.

He did woke up pretty early to go for a morning jog and to fix his car. He didn’t want to wake you up, so he left you to sleep more, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving.

You were a light sleeper. Every time that Grayson would get up or shift in the bed you would grab him, missing his body wrapped around yours.

However today you couldn’t move. The morning migraine knocked you out completely. Gray was already out of the room when you opened your eyes. Your head felt like a balloon that was about to pop, the dull pain growing every second.

‘Maybe a short nap would help’ you thought, groaning from the pain trying your best to fall asleep.

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Grayson was done with his morning run, now focusing on his car. It was a beautiful day and he was a little bit confused, because by now you would enjoy a glass of fresh juice while waiting for him with his favourite breakfast placed on the table outside.

He just couldn’t work. Gray sure loved the sound of silence and the birds chirping every now and then, but your giggles and sweet voice in the morning where like a melody to his ears.

He made his way to the bathroom downstairs to take a quick shower before heading to your shared bedroom.

It was noon already when he stepped out of the shower and the silence was still present. The door of your room was still slightly open just how he left it this morning. The quiet but still loud whining from the room made him now worried.

“Baby?” He stepped inside closing the door, the sight breaking his heart.

You were now sitting, back pressed on the bed frame. Your small hands were wrapped around your forehead, trying to stop the migraine. The tears began to form in your eyes from the pounding pain, making Grayson’s heart beat faster.

“What’s wrong babe? Please don’t cry.” He sat next to you, embracing you in a hug.

“My head. A fucking morning migraine again.” Your voice was almost a whisper, afraid if you say something louder your head would explode.

“Why didn’t you call me? I was outside this whole time I didn’t do anything special! Fuck I should’ve known that something’s going on when I didn’t see you sitting outside.” Grayson’s voice was soft, his hands brushing your hair, trying to ease the pain.

“I’m sorry baby, I thought that after a nap it would stop, but it’s killing me now.” You said, relaxing in his hands.

“It’s okay babe, come on lie down for me and try to rest. I will bring you some painkillers and something to eat and drink.” He placed you down, kissing you softly.

“I’ll be right back.”

You were so grateful for him. Grayson was a boyfriend that everyone deserved in their life. The most charming and caring person, always here when you need him.

“Thank you for the food Gray, you really didn’t need to, a sandwich would be fine.” You said giving him a short but sweet kiss.

“Please bub, no need to thank me that’s my job.” His thumb brushing you cheek.

“You’re the best, I’m the luckiest girl ever.”

“Come here baby, we should take a nap together, and later when the pain goes away I’m gonna make those mean tacos of mine for us to eat while we watch some movies.”

You giggled, placing your head on his chest.

Gray covered you both with the white blanket, bringing your body closer to his. His hands were under your shirt, drawing circles on your back.

“I love you Gray.” You mumbled in his shirt, your eyes closing.

“I love you more my beautiful angel.”

[rhyrhy462]

masterlist

fluff: ♡ angst: ✪ smut: ❀

sleep tight: grayson comes over and you fall asleep. 🥺♡

strangers: grayson meets you in a cupcake shop. 🧁♡

sleepover: you and your best friend, grayson, have a sleepover.♡

do you love me like i love you?: grayson kisses you and you both admit your feelings.♡✪

calm showers: ethan washes your hair.♡

no good for you: ethan tried to get with your best friend.✪

movie night: y/n plans a movie date to help destress e.♡

[dolantwinsfavss]

Always {g.d}

Meant To Be (Part 1) // Masterlist

Four years ago, Grayson Dolan wasn’t the same man he is today.

Grayson would stay in bed, barely getting enough sleep. Rarely eating as he became someone his own twin couldn’t even recognize. 

He was broken. Hurt. Angry. But he wasn’t angry at you. God, he could never be angry at you. Angry at himself for letting you walk out the door, for not being a better man to you. 

Grayson took out his pain and anger on everything and everyone around him, including his older brother, who wished he could take away his pain even if it was for just a second. For the first month, there was never a night Ethan didn’t hear his brother crying and throwing things against the wall. So he spent his sleepless nights with Grayson, despite how many times he tried to push him away until Grayson let him in again. Ethan had never seen his brother so empty and broken before, at least not in a very long time.

Eventually, Grayson found his way again as he tried his best to get his mind off of you. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t hurting anymore. 

It was about 2 in the morning, one of the first nights Grayson spent alone in his room, softly illuminated by his lamp, as he stared at the small, delicate rings in his hand. Yours and his. It broke his heart knowing you weren’t in his life anymore, but Grayson didn’t believe it.

He reached around his neck and undid the clasp of his necklace, sliding the two rings onto the chain to meet in the middle as he heard the two pieces of metal clink together before he put the necklace back on. From that moment on, Grayson never took the necklace off, keeping your ring close to his heart, waiting for the day he could give back what belonged to you.

Fast forward four years later, Grayson was at the Farmer’s Market he went to every Saturday afternoon to pick up his weekly groceries for him and Ethan. From a distance, he spotted the local florist wrapping a bouquet of your favorite flowers for a woman in line, drawing him back to the memory of your very first date when he bought you those exact flowers without realizing he was allergic to them until later that night. But what you never told him was that those actually weren’t your favorite. You couldn’t tell him after how happy he looked when he handed them to you, but you learned to love them, just like how you learned to love him.

He didn’t realize he was staring until he saw the woman with your flowers in her hand turn around. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, the feeling his hear drop in the process. It couldn’t be… It couldn’t be you. Grayson swore to himself that this was all a dream, something he’d dreamt for the past four years. He rehearsed in his head a million times what he would say to you if he ever saw you again, but nothing came. His brain was screaming at him, begging him to run, but he couldn’t. It was too late. You already saw him.

“Grayson?” You said walking closer to him, noticing he hasn’t changed one bit, except for the fact that his hair was longer since the last time you saw him.

It took Grayson a second to pull himself back into reality. His mind was caught up on the fact he was hearing your voice again, not through voicemail or through old videos, but in real life and it sounded more angelic than ever. “Hey Y/N...” Grayson managed to say, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

Really? You haven’t seen her for four years and that’s all you have to say? Ask her how she is!

“I haven’t seen you in so long. How long has it been? Like three years?”

It’s been too long. Four years but who’s counting?

“Yeah something like that.” He chuckled nervously. “Are you always here on Sundays?” 

“Yeah actually… Every two weeks or so. I’m usually here on Saturdays, but I was busy yesterday so here I am. What about you? I’ve never seen you here before.” You smiled at him.

“I’m here every week to get some groceries for me and Ethan. But of course, it’s usually just me.” Grayson said calmly, despite his instincts telling him to flee.

You looked down at the groceries in his hands, noticing the faint tan line of where his ring used to be, but quickly looked back at his eyes and giggled, “So I’m guessing you’re still the one that wears the pants in the house?”

Grayson laughed, something he hasn’t been able to do since you left, “Yeah I guess so.”

“How’s Ethan by the way?” You asked. Sure things didn’t end on a good note, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care about them anymore.

“He’s good. Just being Ethan if that makes any sense.”

“It totally does.” You chuckled as the awkward silence fell between the both of you. “Well I should probably get going.”

“I uh yeah.” Grayson said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your day.”

You looked up at him, seeing the slight glimmer of sadness in his eyes, “Bye Gray.” 

“Bye Y/N.” Grayson said softly as he watched you walk away before turning around with his head hung low to walk to his car. He wanted to turn around so badly and pour his heart out to you. Tell you how much of a wreck he is without you.

She was right there. For years, you’ve been praying for a chance to see her again. To tell her how you really feel. Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell her you miss her? Why didn’t you tell her you lo-

“Grayson!” He turned around to see you jogging towards him, laughing as you almost tripped over your own feet due to how clumsy you are. 

There it was. His chance to see you again. “Yeah?” He asked, smiling softly at you.

“I was going to go grab some coffee and I was wondering if you wanted to come with.” You managed to say once you caught your breath. You quickly realized how stupid you were to ask when Grayson didn’t answer right away. “O-Only if you want to, of course. You’re probably super busy and all. But I was heading that way and I didn’t want to be rude. I kn-”

Grayson laughed at your habit of rambling when you got nervous, guess some things never change. This was the second chance he was waiting for and maybe just maybe things would turn out the way he wanted them to. But he knew he shouldn’t have said yes. “I would love to.”

The two of you sat in a booth in the back of the cafe like the many late night diner runs the two of you would do on your spontaneous adventures, only this time you sat across from each other with no clue what happened during these four years apart.

“So how’ve you been Y/N?” Grayson was the first to speak before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’ve been good.” For the first time, Grayson was able to take a look at you as you rambled on about how your life has been for the past four years. Taking in the moment for as long as he could, not knowing when would be the last time he would see you as he noticed your hair is a little longer. Smile a bit brighter. And your eyes are just as he remembered.

“What about you, Gray? How’ve you been?” You asked taking a sip of your coffee, anxiously waiting for his response.

I miss you.

“Good.” He breathed out, “Ethan and I have been focusing on what we love most, especially our videos and we created a fragrance company called...”

“Wakeheart.” You said smiling at him. You couldn’t be any happier for him. So proud of him for putting things out there for himself.

“Y-You know?” Grayson was astonished. He never expected you to know what he had been up to.

“Of course. And congrats on DT Productions.”

“Wow… I didn’t think you still watched our videos.” Grayson spoke softly. 

“I’m proud of you Gray.” You meant it. You would never tell him or anyone this, but watching his videos let you escape from reality when you needed it most.

His eyes met yours, as a feeling of reminiscence washed over you, bringing you back to a time when you were both so happy. “Thank you. It means a lot. It’s just that…” But then his eyes landed on the sparkling diamond ring where the one he gave you once was. Only fear and sadness came to mind as he struggled to find the right words to say, but all he knew was that ring was bigger than the one he gave you.

“Y-You’re married?” He breathed out, watching you carefully. Suddenly, his dream was something he wanted to wake up from.

Your eyes flickered to where his eyes were and covered the ring with your right hand, sliding it into your lap, wishing you should’ve gone yesterday instead of watching Netflix all day. “Um engaged actually…” You said softly, avoiding his gaze as your coffee suddenly became unappetizing.

It took Grayson a few seconds to pull himself back into reality as so many thoughts came into mind. Who is he? How did I not notice it before? Did she love him? Does she still love me the way I still love her?

“Congrats. Who’s the lucky guy?” Grayson faked a smile to mask the pain breaking his heart into a million pieces. 

“A friend of a friend. We were dating for a little over 3 years before he asked me to marry him.” 

A year. It took you a fucking year to move on. Meanwhile I’m still here trying to pick up the pieces from when you left four years ago.

“That’s great.” Grayson cleared his throat to ease the lump forming in his throat, “Wow… um I’m so happy for you.” As much as it pained him to say it, he truly was happy for you. He just hoped you were happy.

“Thanks.” 

Silence fell once again as the two of you were too afraid to say the wrong words. But luckily Grayson’s phone went off, notifying him that he got a text from Ethan reminding him to pick up some avocados. 

“It’s Ethan. He’s wondering what time I’ll be home. We have a video to shoot today.” Grayson lied. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend time with you, it hurt him more knowing you didn’t love him anymore.

“Oh okay.” You said, getting up and grabbing your flowers. “I should probably get going too.”

Grayson followed your movements, taking one last sip of his coffee, “I guess this is goodbye?”

He didn’t want it to be, not now not ever. It’s crazy to think the beautiful girl standing in front of him was still the one who holds a special place in his heart, even though it wasn’t the same for him. 

Your eyes met with his as he hoped you couldn’t see how much he was begging for you not to go. But instead you said with a small voice, “Bye Gray.”

“Bye Y/N.” Grayson said just above a whisper, watching you turn around to walk towards the door. Flashbacks came to his mind of the night before you left, picturing him not letting you go if he’d woken up sooner. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Grayson quickly reached out and pulled you into his chest, his muscular arms wrapping around you tightly. Your muscles tensed at the quick motion, but immediately fell with ease as you came in contact with his warmth and his signature scent consuming you. 

“I miss you.” Grayson whispered into your ear as he felt your arms wrap tightly around his torso.

You couldn’t explain what you felt. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have invited him for coffee, but another part of you felt at home.

A feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time.

“I miss you too.” You mumbled softly into his chest. I miss you so much more than you know.

Neither of you wanted to let go, fear that this would be the last time you would ever see each other. But maybe it’s for the best,

As much as it hurt you to let go, you had to. Pulling away, you felt tears in your eyes, but you couldn’t bear to reach his eyes. “Bye Gray.”

Grayson let you go as he watched you walk out of his life for the second time, “Bye Y/N.”

Somehow Grayson managed to make it home. The drive was a blur. He couldn’t remember getting into his car or leaving the cafe, all he could remember is you leaving as he became numb.

“Hey Gray! Did you get my text?” Ethan shouted as he walked out to the living room to see his brother empty handed, staring through the window into the backyard.

“Gray?” Ethan said as he wanted closer to his brother. “Gray did you he-”

“She’s getting married.” Grayson said softly.

“Who is?”

“Y/N.” Grayson said as his lifeless eyes finally reached his older brother’s. “She’s getting married.”

Ethan couldn’t find the right words to say so instead he walked to his room and returned with an open envelope in his hand, “I know.” He said handing it to Grayson, “She sent this a few months ago.”

Grayson’s eyes lowered to the white envelope as his hands reached for it to pull out the card that said, “Please join us in celebration of the marriage…”

That was all Grayson could read before he let the paper fall to the ground as he turned to face his brother. “You knew and didn’t tell me?” Grayson said harshly, stepping towards him. “You knew this whole time and you didn’t tell me that the love of my life is getting married to someone else?”

“I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t ready an-” 

“How can anybody be ready for this? How can someone watch the person they love get married to someone else when I’m supposed to be the one that marries her!” Grayson shouted from the top of his lungs, the pain in his voice echoing throughout the entire house.

Ethan watched as tears fell from Grayson’s eyes before he fell to his knees. Luckily, Ethan reacted fast enough to catch his brother. “Grayson. Grayson. I got you.”

“How… How could she do this?”

“I don’t know Gray. I really don’t.”

The two boys sat there for a while in silence as Ethan comforted his younger brother until Grayson whispered, “How could she not love me anymore?” 

From the window above, you could see your friends and family gather around to celebrate the beginning of a new chapter in your life you were about to spend with your soon-to-be husband.

“Five minutes Y/n.” You heard your maid of honor say before she closed the door.

This was it. The best day of your life starts now. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with someone who loved you.

“You look beautiful.”

You knew that voice from anywhere. But how could you ever forget it?

“Grayson?” You turned around to see him standing by the door, looking handsome as ever in his tux. “What are you doing here?”

“You can’t marry him.” He was quick to say before he stepped closer to you, letting the door close behind him.

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. How could he come here and say this to you. “W-What?”

“Don’t marry him.” He repeated, taking a step closer to you, holding your hands in his.

“Why not? You can’t just come here and tell me th-”

“Because I love you.” There it was, the three words you’ve been waiting to hear for the past four years. It made your heart swell even after all these years. “I have never stopped loving you.”

“Grayson… It’s been four years.”

“I know and everyday that has passed since you left has been a living hell without you by my side. You made my life better than I could ever ask for. I need you in my life and you can’t tell me that that day when we ran into each other, you didn’t feel the same way I did because you could’ve just walked away, but you went up to me and asked me to get coffee.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. You never expected your wedding day to be like this. Grayson pulled out his necklace from underneath his dress shirt and held out the rings in front of you. The one he gave you four years ago, the only one that ever felt right to wear. “Today was supposed to be our special day. The day our future we planned together was supposed to begin. And I’ve been carrying around these rings around my neck everyday for the past four years, knowing that one day I would be able to give the ring I gave you back to you because I know you still love me.”

“Grayson I’m getting married today! He makes me happy and he loves me!” You tried to explain to him.

“But do you love him?” Grayson asked in a quiet voice, fearing what he would hear next.

Before you could answer, the music started to play, signaling it was time. “That’s my cue.” You said as your voice broke, walking towards the door. “Goodbye Grayson.”

“Bye Y/N.” He said before you closed the door, leaving Grayson to lose all hope in finally being together, but he was always going to love you.

Grayson watched you walk down the aisle towards your fiance, where he was supposed to be standing, but instead he stood in the back. As everyone’s eyes were on you, no one saw him sneak out the two doors you walked into earlier, except you.

He drove around aimlessly, getting as far away as he could until he ended up at a lookout he hasn’t visited since he was with you. Grayson parked his car and sat on top of his car, staring out at the sunset, hearing the waves crash onto the shore below him. He took off the necklace and held the two rings in his hand, debating if he should throw it into the ocean, but he couldn’t. Grayson wasn’t ready to let go just yet, his heart wasn’t ready.

Even if he wasn’t there to celebrate with you, he hoped you were truly happy because that’s the only thing he wa-

“I love you.”

Grayson turned around and saw you in your wedding gown running towards him. He stood up as you stood in front of him. “What? What are you doing here?”

“I said I love you. I love you Grayson Bailey Dolan. And I have never stopped loving you. The day I walked out was the biggest mistake of my life.” You said with pleading eyes.

“I don’t understand. You said…”

“I know what I said, but I was lying. Standing up there without you didn’t feel right. Nothing has felt right without you. Because I need you in my life. I’m sorry for walking out. I’m sorry for everything.” 

Grayson didn’t know what else to do, but to kiss you. It was everything you both wanted, needed for what had felt like the longest four years apart.

You pulled away, foreheads resting against each other with the biggest smiles on each other’s face.

“I love you Y/N. I will always love you.” Grayson said softly before pulling away, unclasping his hand to reveal your ring to put on your finger, “And I believe this belongs to you.”

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[rightnowyoucanttell]

Malibu, Next To You

Title: Malibu, Next To You 

Summary: Is it supposed to this hot all summer long? Or is it just him? A very fluffy date with some minor molehills between Veronica and Grayson on a Malibu beach. Just because the sun is down, the night is still young, and so are they. But which way does it go...

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut (I don’t write smut, sorry guys), talks of anxiety 

A/N: When this idea came to mind, i say that because i have a roughly planned full series timeline in my head it started with just the first part as a blurb but then I was like hey let's make a series, it was originally to be a reader insert (Y/N, Y/L/N, ect.) but i always have problems doing that as they feel too weird to write so I came up with Veronica and added it to the plot/timeline whatever you'd call it. so you can do that or appreciate it for the beauty it is with Veronica and Grayson. 

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Part one 

Series Masterlist

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“You know..” Ronnie drifted as she walked kicking the sand beneath her feet forward in a rhythmic pattern,” I’ve never enjoyed going to the beach..” Veronica glanced up from the sand and over to Grayson who gazed down to the ground before making eye contact.

The smell of saltwater brushed their noses, seagulls cawed in the distance as the water crashed closer and closer and then pulled itself back out. The pair, Ronnie and Gray watched the sunset as they walked barefoot as the tide came in and set back out, like both of their hearts, coming to a calm stop and then flooding back in a rampage of fluttering butterflies, beating in there chest.

He explained the currents and she just gawked in a secretive manner, so he didn’t notice, the dumbfounded look his body gave her. 

    “Really? You don’t say, I mean I figured that much, for someone who has a fear of seagulls and drowning…” he pondered the thought as his feet stopped the wallow in the incoming tide that was just far enough from Ronnie who was in the dry portion of sand.

She giggled shaking her head continuing down the shore all while facing Grayson,”..are you saying you’re not enjoying yourself?” he shouted over the crashing waves that he ran from to catch up to her. 

“You remembered…,” Ronnie’s heart fluttered. Grayson knew about her anxiety.  Ronnie explained to Grayson that night in Starbucks, her fears, in return for him doing the same.  There was a semi prolix list. Seagulls, birds, circus clowns, large crowds, heights, and significantly Drowning.

She shook herself from the bliss and continued, “but, no. No no, no.. of course not. You brought me here!” she exclaimed twirling with open arms, the wind catching her grey wool shawl that covered her white strapless sundress with bright red roses.

Her damp dark brown hair caught in the breeze flew gently, her eyelids covered her vibrant green eyes. Grayson’s eyes followed Veronica in awe as she twirled in the sand and breeze all the way as she ran back to him and nearly ran into him. 

   The two laughed and turned around to walk back to the there picnic blanket, both inaudible deciding it was time to eat,” Your something else, you know that?” he offered up to the conversation. His hand brushed against gently against Ronnie’s. 

   Ronnie just smiled letting silence sit between then,”..Something good I hope…” the entirety of the walk back to the picnic blanket and the food was silence, blissful and incentive for Grayson, but nervous and nerve wracking for Veronica. She hastily wondered if she had said the wrong thing, or turned him off or away and that’s why he hadn’t said anything, but she tried telling herself it was just the anxiety and the nerves this Italian boy from New Jersey stirred up. 

  Veronica Chandler likely always would be anxiety-ridden. After all, Fears my life, Ronnie had the words tattooed on and wrapping around her wrist. The black ink still had water droplets from when she had been swimming and wading in the water with Grayson. Veronica left the fishing on her stepfather’s, Darren,  boat to him and her older brother Noah, even all the while, an excelling science student, she never got how they were floating.  

    However, if tonight, if Grayson asked her, Ronnie probably would step foot on a boat.  She never willing went to the beach, even though living in Miami with private beach access growing up at her home, and certainly did not stand by the ocean. But on this evening, Grayson brought her there, and she was happy that he did.

So here they were. 

  The sunset warmed Veronica the pinks and blues entangling themselves, like the hopes of how Veronica undeniably wanted to be entangled with Grayson later that night. Something in Grayson hoped it too.

On a picnic blankets, following a stroll along with the tide on the now rather deserted from the public eye, on a beach in Malibu. Munching on what Ronnie’s mom would call “Rabbit Food”. 

  “This is one of the best wraps I’ve ever tasted,” Ronnie added as she quietly finished chewing her toes in the sand below and surrounding the blanket. 

"Its from.." Grayson paused to chew," this stand in downtown LA, Marty's I think, they're delicious." They made eye contact, Ronnie smiled with her eyes, covering her mouth as she was chewing.

"We should go together sometime,"Ronnie offered nervously.

 "Defiently...,"Grayson brushed his hands above the wrap on a clear piece of plastic wrap beefy ass salad chickpea wrap sat on, in between final swallows of his bites of food he started, "so... care to explain why you ignored me for a week, 'ronica?"

   That's when the evening went south.

What Grayson didn't know, that the week Veronica avoided him..one week desperate Gray was left with no sign she was alive, no text, calls, and no DM’S except the confirmation seen from the first night. 

 That week the week she ignored him, the week he was referring too, Veronica,  was in Miami visiting her mother. Veronica had deep-rooted feelings for Grayson.. but, again, like a record used, the last had left a few scratches, and overtime... they scarred.

But it was nothing, Gianna, Mama Chandler couldn't fix...

   Ronnie sighed heavily,"Why does everyone I love settle for someone so low of them?" She pondered the thought in silence as she finished her rant of the night she met Grayson.

 “..well, he sounds like a keeper..and handsome....,” her mother drifted. Ronnie wasn’t paying attention fondling with the small strands that belonged to the blue and white polka-dotted beach towel her mother and herself were tanning on. Within seconds her attention was grabbed by an incoming frisbee, that landed...perfectly in one of the white polka dots. Ronnies eyes widened when she caught its sight, she gazed curiously and then picked it up examine it, before tossing it to the wind aimlessly,”-Veronica! You could have hit someone!” Gianna gently smacked the four-arm of her daughter’s right hand with the back of her hand. 

    “Mom!? What the fuck? Did you not see that it landed in the circle, that’s not a coincidence...that’s a fucking conspiracy. Like how a cartoon predicted 9/11 and then moon landing was faked...," Ronnie slumped back so her back rested against the beach chair set up behind her. 

"It was an accidental coincidence..dear," her mother licked the tip of her finger pulling the pages apart. Her sun hat covers her sunglasses covered eyes, and held her brown hair in place around her shoulders, she was paler than Ronnie, she and noah got there skin from her absentee father, he was the Brazilian in her jeans.

"Yeah well, accidents don't just happen, accidentally, mother," Veronica huffed and crossed her arms leaning back farther and closing her eyes, enjoying momental peace before the woman started up again.

"When you head back to Los Angeles, you better text that boy, I'll be damned if you pass up a chance with someone like that. He's a good one that Grayson, I can tell. You cant let your life wither away to nothing and give up on love because of one bad drinker and a beater bad apple.. theres good people out there.. you just gotta look in front of you."

The memory on the beach faded, she hadn't realized she had been gazing into Grayson's hazel eyes the entire time the flashback played out in her head like a scene from a movie,"do you, uh. Really want to know? Is it fundamentally necessary.." she drifted off leaving a tenacious gap of silence. Just the wind and the waves to be heard.

Grayson scoffed a chuckle,"..well, no, but, I'd like to know."

Ronnie thought for a few moments, if she didnt tell him, he'd be suspicious, if she told him he might doubt the feelings she had if they were legitament,"I was in Miami. With my mom, i needed advice. A break. I was worried you were..a player. And now I know, I know that your not. Your kind, cute, hot, sexyyy, and-"Veronica's ramble was cut off by Graysons hands wrapping and cupping her head into his hands and pressing his lips to hers.

Internal fire works went off, if it were a movie they would be exploding over the water between there heads just visable to camera shot. Both hearts beat against there respective rib cages, not knowingly they both had been wating for this moment the entirety of the night.

Ronnie's hand came to touch Grays chest shortly before she came up to breath in the salty air,"that.." she panted,"was hot. But, I dont know.. if this'll work. I'm lonely and broken.. and can barely take care of myself, just, Grayson-"

"I like that your broken, and lonely" he grasped her face one hand still behind her head his thumb caressing her cheek,"not like in a kinky sort of way," they both laughed for a few seconds, Ronnie looked down. He placed his pointer fingern underneath her chin, tilting it up,"I could be lonely with you.."

"My place or yours?" She smirked. Hoping that night of entanglement would happen after all.

"Mine, definetly mine." He breathed there chins pressed together.

Ronnie had never run faster than she didn that night, all the way back to the porsche.

[fxkthatdairy]

Frozen Spirit: Part One- Grayson Dolan AU series

Overview: Prince Grayson Dolan of the kingdom of Gernidille has been forbidden to go into the enchanted woods since he was old enough to remember. Once his parents pass away from a mysterious sickness, Grayson begins to hear a noise calling him into the woods. His brother, now king of Gernidille, Ethan, is concerned for his brother. Grayson gives into the temptation and enters the enchanted woods. There he finds an abandoned castle and a mysterious woman,(Y/N). Behind the mysterious woman and castle is a dark truth about the past of Gernidille, what happens when the truth is revealed? Will Grayson fall for this mysterious woman?

Warnings: Angst, mystical elements

Chapter One: A Dark Past

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Gernidille, lived King Sean and Queen Lisa. The queen gave birth to twin sons named Ethan and Grayson. In the neighboring kingdom of Galaenidd, lived Queen Alyssa and King Jacob. The queen gave birth to a daughter who she named (Y/N). The two kingdoms ruled together until one year, a mystical fog covered the kingdom of Galaenidd, keeping everyone out and keeping everyone inside. Some have many theories of why the kingdom of Galaenidd disappeared but nobody knew the real truth for if they did it would truly shock them. A few years later on the eve of the twins’ 17th birthday, the king and queen fell terribly ill. By the end of the month, both of the king and queen passed away leaving behind their two sons. The oldest of the two brothers, Ethan, was destined to take the throne on the eve of his 18th birthday the following year. The twins locked everyone out of the castle the day their parents sadly passed away. The only people that saw the twins anymore were the servants of the castle and even they barely saw them. The kingdom of Gernidille fell into a Great Depression after the death of their beloved king and queen. It wasn’t until a year later on the day before the coronation of Ethan, as king, that the twins made an appearance in the town, lifting the depression within the town to see the princes walk around freely.

Deep within the mystical fog of the kingdom, lived the forgotten princess or should you say queen (Y/N). Shortly before the mysterious fog fell upon her kingdom, killing or running off all of the citizens, (Y/N)’s parents had been mysteriously murdered. After the fog had settled, (Y/N) was left all on her own and she had now discovered a new set of powers within her. She could control the elements around her; Wind, Water, Fire, and Earth. That day, (Y/N) learned how to live on her own. Her only friends were the animals around her who she could mystically communicate with. She learned how to entertain herself within the mysterious fog which she was trapped in. She had tried to escape multiple times but it seems as if there was an invisible force keeping her trapped inside.

Grayson’s POV

Today was the day before Ethan and I's 18th birthday. Tomorrow Ethan would be crowned king of Gernidille since he was the twin that was born first. We haven’t been outside of the castle since the day of our parents untimely death. I was very close to my parents as well as Ethan and their deaths hit harder than I ever expected. Ethan was more open to sharing and expressing his feelings but I never really was. I bottled all my feelings up and tried to be strong for my brother. I woke up earlier than usual this morning due to an unknown feeling deep within my soul. It was like a calling, an unknown calling that wanted me to go into the mysterious fog. I shook it off and climbed out of my bed. I ran my fingers through my hair and stretched out. I dragged my body out of bed and walked into my bathroom. Today, Ethan and I decided that we were going to go out into the town and interact with the townspeople. I jumped in the shower and washed my hair and body. I got out and threw on a pair of brown pants and white button up and threw my royal forest green blazer over it. I styled my hair to the side and placed the family ring on my middle finger. I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom and walked out of my bedroom. I immediately ran into our butler, Archer.

“Master Dolan, it’s a surprise to see you on this fine day,” Archer spoke with shock.

“Good morning, Archer, yes, today Ethan and I are going to visit the townspeople today,” I said with a smile.

“Well master, I hope you and Sir Ethan have a wonderful day in the town. The staff and I are preparing for the coronation tomorrow.” Archer said with a nod as he continued on his journey to the kitchen.

I continued to walk down the hallway until I reached my brother's room. I knocked four times and then two times and then again four times. It was a secret code that we had since we were little. Ethan swung the door open and pulled me into a hug. He was dressed and ready to go.

“Are you ready?” I questioned as I noticed his nervous ticks as we walked down the hallway to the entrance of the castle.

“I’m ready, I’m just nervous I guess. We haven’t been out in almost a whole year. I’m just worried about how the townspeople will react,” Ethan said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Everything will be fine brother, they will understand our choice of isolation. The town has always loved us so I don’t think this will change anything.” I said as I held open the door into the town square from the castle.

A group of townspeople stood in the middle of town square as they were waiting for our entrance that had been posted on the towns bulletin board for a whole week.

“Prince Ethan! Prince Grayson! It’s lovely to see you,” the voices from the crowd rang out.

“It’s lovely to see you as well, people of Gernidille, it’s an honor to have the loyalty of our townspeople upon our return,” Ethan said with a smile as he walked down the stairs of the castle and began shaking hands with the townspeople and making conversation.

I walked down the stairs and made small y’all with some of the townspeople. Young women automatically pushed themselves towards me and shamelessly flirted with me as if I were to fall immediately in love with them. I smiled and waved at them before continuing on my path. All of a sudden, a strong force stopped me in my tracks. The deep calling to go into the mysterious fog was stronger now than ever. I could see the fog along the horizon on the furthest end of town and I just shook it off and continued on my way.

(Y/N)’s POV

I was awoken by a sharp gust of wind that shot throughout my whole room.

“Well good morning to you as well, Jasper,” I spoke to the wind spirit that spun around my room.

I stood up and stretched out. I felt something scatter by my feet and I bent down and placed my hand down. From underneath my bookshelf, my pet gecko crawled out and walked up my hand and snuggled into my neck.

“Good Morning to you, Moon,” I said to my gecko as I placed him down to scurry off and play. I walked into my bathroom and took a quick shower and got out and braid my hair. I slid on a forest green dress and exited the bathroom. I walked downstairs and with a flick of my hand, I watered all of the plants that resided downstairs.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Guess what?” Luna, the wise owl, flapped in through the window.

“What is it today, Luna?” I said as I plucked an apple from my apple tree and took a bite out of it.

“The male owl, Mattias, the one I told you about. He showed signs that he liked me today,” she flapped her wings in excitement, shedding a few of her feathers throughout the kitchen.

“That’s wonderful news, Luna, but how about we keep our feathers on us,” I said with a little laugh as I bent down and picked up her feathers.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), you know I can’t help it when I get excited,” Luna said as she landed on the table. I took in a deep breath as I realized I would never find someone like Luna because it seemed as if I were damned to this forsaken forest.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), one day we will find someone like you. And you two will fall in love and get married,” Luna said as she waddled around the table, picking up little nuts in her beak.

“That’s very unlikely Luna, no ones ever been in or outside of that fog for as long as I can remember, I’m fine though because I have you guys as my friends,” I said as I referred to the forest animals who I could obviously communicate with.

“Never give up hope, (Y/N),” Luna said as she flapped out of the window.

I let out a small chuckle and slid on my pair of boots and walked outside. I walked on my normal everyday path until I felt a strong urge to go off course. It was as if I was attached to a string and I was being pulled along. I didn’t know who or what was on the other side of this so called string but I was being pulled strongly towards them. I ended up at the edge of the wall and the force was extremely strong. Through the fog, I could see a faint figure. I was pulled towards the fog but was quickly thrown back from the force field. I rubbed the back of my head and stood up.

“That was strange,” I muttered before heading back to the castle.

Grayson’s POV

Throughout the day, the force to go towards the fog greatly increased to the point where I decided I would just go check it out.

“Hey Eth, I’m going to take my horse out and go check out the outer parts of the town,” I said as I patted his back.

“Okay, Gray, have fun and don’t stay out too late,” he said with a laugh as he continued talking with the townspeople.

I walked to the stables and saddled up my horse, Jack. I grabbed everything and mounted myself on top of the horse.

“Nice to see you again, Jack, we’re going to go on a little adventure today,” I said and my horse made a small neigh as we began to head out of the stables.

I took the longest and most covered way around to the forest so that none of the townspeople spotted me. The mysterious fog had become a forbidden place to go since the day it appeared. If I was caught near it, it would surely bring up many questions. I finally approached the fog and the force was extremely strong, it was as if someone or something was on the other side. Whatever force brought me here wanted me to go through but I refused. I shook my head and turned Jack back towards the town. Before I left, I barely saw a faint figure behind the fog but just shook it off.

“That was strange,” I muttered to myself and the horse as we headed back into town.

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This was the first chapter of Frozen Spirit and I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. This has became one of my funnest pieces to write and I hope you guys really enjoy it. Chapter two will come out with a couple a days and I also have some other series that I’m working on 😊 as always if you have any requests, concepts, or blurbs send them in. I love you all 💜

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[strangerquinns]

okay so imagine gray is used to being rough during sex because he’s a demon and ruled by lust but the reader asks him to make love to her and whist they’re doing it he realises that he loves being gentle as long as it’s with her

part one | part two | part three | angel/demon au | warning: smut 18+

The moment that Grayson learned that you were awake, he left his meeting with Lucifer. He didn’t care about the consequence of leaving all that he cared about was getting back to you. He used his power to teleport back to right outside your doorway where he’d first saw Mando and Adele waiting outside for him.

“How is she? Is she still awake?” Grayson asked with a sense of panic in his voice.

“She is well, she fell back asleep but...” She looked towards Mando with hesitation before her eyes met back with Grayson’s “Sir...s-she all healed. It's like none of her wounds ever happened...a-and...her wings...”

“What, spit it out Adele” Grayson spoke with agitation

“They are black,”

Grayson’s brows pulled tightly together before moving around the two standing before him and walking into the room. He halted for a moment when he saw you lying in bed clutching tightly to his pillow. Slowly he made his way to the side of the bed before kneeling down and gently caressing your face. Behind him he could hear the doors to the room close, thankful to be alone with you.

You began to slowly wake to the touch of Grayson’s hand against your face, the warmth of his touch spreading through your body. When your eyes opened and met with his, Grayson felt so much relief he could feel tears well up in his eyes. To finally see that you were alright and alive.

“Angel,” He whispered towards you, helping you as you slowly sat up in bed, Grayson placing a gentle grasp on your legs. 

Before he could say more, from behind you your wings unfurled from your back before spreading out. Grayson’s eyes widened as he saw them. Their angelic white now pure black with small traces of grey through some of the feathers. The bruises that were along your face were in fact gone, no trace of them left behind.

“Angel, h-how do you feel.”

“I feel fine, tired. But fine,” You spoke softly before reaching down and caressing his face, feeling the roughness of his beard against your hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with a beard.”

He looked towards you confused “[Y/N]...angel you’ve been asleep for nearly six days...”

Your brows pulled tightly together “S-six days...w-what...”

You quickly stood from the bed, wings tucking back down, and walked towards the large mirror that stood on the other side of the room. You pulled your dress up to expose along your sides, expecting to see a large gash, but instead saw nothing. Your hand reached up to unravel your dress and let it fall to the floor so that you stood in front of the mirror naked. Grayson watched as you explored your own body, hand caressing your unmarked skin.

“How is this possible,” you whispered to yourself. 

Grayson moved towards you, till he was standing directly behind you, “I don’t know darling...I’m just happy that you have come back to me.”

You turned around to look up towards him, Grayson couldn’t help himself, he needed to touch you. He pulled your bare body tightly to his and caressed along your face and body. He sighed softly and nuzzled into your neck and hugged you tightly to his body. You gripped to him just as tightly and relaxed into his hold, finding comfort in the warmth that came off his body. 

“Angel, there is something else...” Grayson pulled back from your hold, “y-your wings.”

At the mention, they became unfurled once more, and you turned back towards the mirror and stumbled back when you saw them. Your hand cupped over your hand as a small cry left your lips. Your eyes couldn’t move from the darkness that was now your beloved wings. Grayson watched helplessly as you dropped to your knees and cried over the loss of your angelic wings. 

Days passed and slowly things began to go back to normal. Ethan checked in on you to make sure that everything was in fact ok, and was able to find nothing wrong. But the turning of your wings was a mystery that no one was able to figure out. Grayson even tried sending a message down to Lucifer to inquire what the cause could be but had yet to hear back from his Lord. 

You walked along the second floor of the library looking for a novel to read and escape into for the day. Your mind had been racing with everything that had happened to you. The fact that you were attacked, unconscious for six days, and now your body was going through a change that you couldn’t understand. The person you wanted to reach out to the most was your father. For some reason, you’d made it in your head that he would know what was happening. But you were afraid to even ask Grayson to leave to see him. Afraid that Grayson wouldn’t let you. or that your father wouldn’t let you return. 

“My love,”

You turned around to see Grayson walking towards you, dressed in his usual black with the first few buttons of his shirt left undone. The silver chain around his neck looked prominent against his broad and tanned chest. You felt your heart stop for a moment. Grayson smirked as he felt the effect he had on you, the sweet smell of your lust wafting through the air. 

“Where have you been all day,” a small smile tugged on the corner of your lips, Grayson reaching out towards you by gently wrapping an arm around your waist. The book in your hand returning back towards the bookshelf. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’m sorry, part of hell sadly needed my attention.” He pressed your back against the wall and took a deep breath, moaning as he smelled you. You could feel yourself dripping between your legs, hands gripping tighter to his shoulder. “But I am all yours for the rest of the night.”

“Mmmm, that sounds perfect.” 

You pressed up on your toes to kiss his lips softly, Grayson quickly taking dominance in the kiss and deepening it more. You whimpered against his lips as his tongue moved against yours. The two of you gripping tightly to each other as if you weren’t able to get close enough. His hands moved down to grip the back of your thighs before lifting you up and wrapping your legs as his waist. He walked towards one of the large couches that sat tucked in a small nook of the library. Your back was now pressed against the soft fabric of the couch as Grayson moved to settle between your legs more. 

Grayson being the Demon of Lust meant that he was quickly overtaken by the emotion, especially when it came to you. He fed off the need and want that seemed to roll off your body any time the two of you were together. He was addicted to you and the way you made him feel. As Grayson undressed you, you could tell that he was losing himself. He nipped at your skin before moving down between your legs. 

A soft moan left your lips as you felt his tongue against your wet folds. Your hips moving up against his mouth as he pleased you. Grayson growled and moaned against your clit as he sucked on it, his fingers thrusting deep inside of you. He loved making you moan and scream for him, seeing how far he could push you as he pleased you. Your hands reached up and gripped the couch around you, chanting his name as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“G-Gray...oh fuck...please.”

Grayson growled again before moving his tongue against your clit more, your back arching off the couch as you came hard against his mouth. You fell limp against the cushions as Grayson removed the rest of his clothes, flipping you around onto your hands and knees. You panted heavily and gripped the sheets as you felt him thrust hard and deep inside of you. fucking you mercilessly. The moans and screams coming from the two of you quickly filled the library, along with the sounds of your wetness dripping between the two of you. His hand reached down and fisted through your hair, pulling on it, causing your back to bend as he pulled on it. 

Your body felt like it was vibrating with how intense everything was. You could hear him growling as he fucked up, the lust overtaking his body. With a shaky hand, you reached around and grabbed his hand, pulling it around you. Grayson pulled you tightly to his chest as his fangs dragged along the skin of your neck. You knew that if you were able to see his face, his beautiful eyes would be encased in blackness. His full demonic form coming out more and more. Your eyes looked down towards his hand against your chest and saw the long nails dragging against your skin.

“Gray...” You breathed

Before you could say more he pulled out and flipped you onto your back, gasping as you looked up towards him. Grayson was always beautiful to you, but something about his demonic face turned you on. It was still as beautiful as his mask, the human form he walks around in. You reached up and caressed his face before pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss, you could feel his nails digging into your skin as the two of you slowed for a moment.

“Make love to me, Grayson.” You whispered against his lips.

Grayson looked over your face and slowed his motions, before nodding his head before kissing you deeply. You gasped against his lips as he slowly entered you again, never quite used to his size after all this time together. He pressed his forehead against yours as he began to move, feeling every inch of you wrapped around him. 

“God, [y/n]...you feel so good.” He moaned, looking down to watch as he moved within you. His hand grabbing the back of your left leg and pressed it tighter to your chest to allow him to sink deeper inside of you.

A small moan left you as he sank deeper inside of you before you gripped the back of his head and kissed him deeply. Grayson rarely was this gentle, only once before with you, when you two were together for the first time. He was a demon driven by lust and it normally was rough between you two. You loved them, Grayson giving you what you never thought you’d be into before. But a moment like this you graved it, his gentle touch as he made love to you.

Grayson felt closer to you like this, the two of you moving together. He wanted it like this all the time, to slowly make love to you. Only you. You began to grip and tighter around him and Grayson knew that you were close. He began to move harder and deeper inside of you as your whimpers turned into moans and cries. 

“Give it to me baby,” Grayson moaned in your ear. “I know you want it, darling, let go...cum for me.”

Your hold tightened on him before you softly moaned his name, pulling him in deeper to you as you milked his cock. The emotion Grayson was feeling came over him hard as he spilled himself deep inside of you. The two of you pressed tightly together on the couch wrapped into each other's hold. Grayson moved you so that you were pressed between him and the back of the couch. You pulled away from the crook of his neck to see that his eyes were back to normal, his face no longer taken over by his demonic form.

“I love you, my angel.” He whispered softly as you traced along his jaw. 

“As I love you,” You smiled up towards him, your eyes slightly hooded, feeling exhaustion slowly take over your body. 

You reached up and traced along with the moons that were tattooed on the center of his chest, something that Grayson realized you did as you contemplated something. 

“What’s going through that pretty mind of yours?”

“I-I have been...thinking about everything...like why my wings are suddenly black.” You looked up towards him “It worries me a little, Gray.”

He tightened his hold on you, “I know. I have questions about it as well. I have sent messages and inquiries to Lucifer...but he has yet to reply.”

You took a few deep breaths, knowing the next thing to leave your lips was going to upset him.

“I think I need to go and see my father,”

Grayson became stiff beside you, “What.”

“The only other person that could know what is happening to me is my father, Lucifer isn’t getting back to us.” You slowly sat up and looked down towards him, Grayson moved to lay on his back and look up towards up. His face void of any emotion. “Grayson, please...you know that I would come back to you. Right?”

“I’m not worried about you not coming back, my angel, it’s if your father would even allow you to come back.”

“I have had those same thoughts.” You sighed softly “But I think I have to go. To get answers.”

Grayson sat silent for a while, and for a moment, you feared he wouldn’t allow you to go. Find some way to binding you to hell. But instead, you were surprised by his answer.

“I will support you, I am not happy about it, but I will support you.”

You smiled slightly. “Really?”

Grayson nodded his head. “You will take Mando with you, I don’t want you going alone.”

“Demons aren’t allowed in heaven.”

Grayson glared up towards you. “Please, just do this one thing. Take him with you.”

“Ok, ok,” You bent down and kissed his lips softly, laying against him “I will return to you, Grayson. I promise.”

send more concepts if you wanna continue this AU! It’s quickly becoming my fave.

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imagine gray introducing you to their channel 🥺

Omggg, he would be so cocky and you’re over here shy, while he’s finally fronting that he has a girlfriend.

“Okay, so this is Y/N, she’s my girlfriend, my wife,” he says and you just wave with a shy smile on your face. 

You didn’t really want to do this, but it was becoming obvious on who Grayson’s new girl was, and Grayson decided to just do it, and you agreed to get it over with. 

“Anyways, she’s not this shy,” he said making you laugh.

“No, she isn’t. She’s loud like him,” Ethan said and you sent him a glare.

“Shut up asshat, acting like you ain’t loud,” you rolled your eyes and he returned your glare. 

You quickly remembered the camera was rolling and snuggled yourself back into Grayson. 

“We’ve been together for how long now?” he asked and you smiled. 

“Seven months,” you whispered.

“So yeah, seven months, but we’ve knows each other for a year and half maybe? Yeah that long and she’s the love of my life, you know,” he said making you laugh. 

“And this time is for real guys, he’s such a simp,” Ethan said making you shake your head. “I’m just glad she he humbled him down,”

“I didn’t humble him Ethan, and he’s not a simp, but anyways, that’s me, now if you excuse me, I got some essays to finish so bye,” you said before getting off Grayson’s lap and walking away before he pulled you back to him pressing his lips against yours.

“Oh yeah, she’s in college guys, so she’s smarter than Gray,” Ethan said as you walked away making you shake your head. 

“And I’m smarter than you, so she’s automatically smarter than you too. Actually, she’s one of the smartest people I’ve met, and she’s so nice, I just love her,” 

Doesn’t this suck ass? I’m so dry BYE- 

[dolansontheblock]

A36 please and thank you 🥺

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thank for you sending this in lovely! i decided this was a very grayson thing to say! i feel like i always upload my writing really late at night so i’m sorry lol

“Wait, do we have a permission to do this?”

warning: slight mention of smut

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“Sh, Grayson! I told you we needed to be quite!” You scolded him, causing him to stumble over a pool noodle yet again.

You were on vacation in Hawaii with a group of you staying at a friend’s house right on the ocean, the two of you were trying to sneak off to the dock to go star gazing.

Key word; trying.

Grayson kept snapping twigs under the weight of his foot or tripping over something trying to keep up with your fast little legs.

“Y/N, babe, I’m being loud because you’re walking too fast! Slow down!”

Eventually the two of you finally made it down without being spotted and climbed into your friends boat with your pillow and oversized blanket, you had insisted because the breeze was a bit chilly this time of night. Your friend had told you and a few other friends when you had arrived that the boat was off limits because her dad was fixing it up, but Grayson didn’t know that.

Grayson had placed the pillow accordingly and layed down, you following suit by resting your head on his chest.

Laying there with him felt perfect, you listened to the little thumps of his heart, looking at the stars in a comfortable silence.

Grayson turned his body to face yours, bringing his hand to cup your cheek and looked lovingly into your eyes before leaning down to press a slow, tender kiss to your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss. You kissed him harder, a sudden need for him washing over you, like an itch that only he could scratch. Throwing a leg over his hips, you straddled him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth urgently.

He broke away for a breath of air, so you stared placing sloppy kisses down his neck, spending some extra time at the base of his throat tracing the spot between his collar bones.

“Wait, do we have permission to do this?” He whispered breathily, groaning as you sucked slightly harder. You giggled quietly at him.

“To make out?”

“No baby, to be on the boat?” You flipped your hair over your shoulder before you started to grind on him softly, with just enough pressure to have his breath catch in his throat unexpectedly. “No one has even talked about it, how did you know it was here?”

Deciding he was asking too many questions, you took off your shirt before leaning down to kiss just below his ear.

“Stop talking and kiss me already.” Grayson yanked you down to him without hesitating, tongue dipping into your mouth in the most delicious of ways. You grinded harder against him, whimpering and moaning into his mouth.

Just as things were reaching the point of no return, a light shined on you and a voice came from the dock.

“Y/N! I told you the boat was off limits– Wait, are you two fucking?!”

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

hi! i don’t wanna put any pressure on you or anything this is totally up to you but would you ever consider writing a boxer!grayson fanfic/concepts/blurbs? i love ur writing and hope u have the best day💖xo

The week before a match has always been the hardest. Grayson could easily lose himself in the long training sessions and dehydrating himself to keep a certain weight for the match.

Tensions are high, his temper short and conversation scarce.

When he started boxing, it was meant to be a vent to get out all his anger and ease his mind. As a temperamental man by nature, Grayson struggled to keep a clear head and the anger? It was always in him. It felt like poison eating away at him, rotting his heart.

Whether he liked it or not, Grayson alienated everyone he cared about. In time, even Ethan was gone. Grayson didn't hold it against him though, genuinely happy Ethan had moved to Australia with the love of his wife, a baby on the way. There was no bad blood between them, but the distance took a toll.

That's how he found himself alone, using a punching bag as his therapy. Knuckles are safely wrapped, his vision blurring with the sweat getting into his eyes. His hair is falling on his dampen forehead, sticking. Every punch brings more pain – the kind you can't heal with a band aid and the kind you'd never see just by looking at the handsome boxer.

The world sees him as a man-whore who spends his millions on women and cars, but he was empty – just as empty as the bottom of every bottle he got to. Drinking is bad, he knows that. Hell, he preached that every day to younger generations, but he found solace in it – solace in the ability the drinks had to knock him out at the end of the day. Dreamless, alone and never sure he'd wake up the next morning.

Biting his bottom lip, Grayson groaned as he used all his strength, slamming his fists into the bag, imagining it's him. He wished he could beat the bad out of himself, to start anew. He wished for a new life, a woman by his side – the kind of happiness his brother had managed to secure.

It's ironic – Grayson was the brother who wanted a family and kids with the house on a beach in Australia and Ethan, the brother who wasn't sure he'd ever want to get married got exactly what Grayson wanted.

With one last punch, Grayson sent the bag flying, the chain holding it breaking with the forceful impact and while he was used to finishing his sessions in the same manner, the surprised gasp he heard informed him someone else hadn't.

“Who the fuck are you?” Grayson grumbled, turning toward a girl who was trying to remain inconspicuous, keeping to the shadows.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!” His roaring voice caused the girl to step back, frightened.

“I just wanted to talk.” She managed to say, breathless. She didn’t seem to falter in her wish to do so.

“This was a closed session.” Grayson lowers his voice, noticing the girl is uncomfortable, but he still couldn’t see her face. “I don’t appreciate strangers around when I train.”

"Sorry," the girl shivered as Grayson approached, his usually dark eyes filled with anger.

"Don't ever. Do that. Again," he growled; his eyes completely turning black. He wanted to make sure she deleted any footage if she took some, but when she steps closer, he’s the one losing his breath.

“Y/N?” His eyes widen, finding it hard to believe she had come to see him. After almost a year of no contact, Y/N, his best friend, had come to him.

“You don’t seem well, Gray.” Her concerned tone breaks him out of her spell and he swallows thickly.

“It’s the stress of an upcoming match. I’m fine.” He shrugs it off, dragging his forearm across his forehead to clear the sweat. He didn’t know if his heart’s speed was due to boxing or seeing Y/N, but the ache in his chest was certainly her doing.

“Is that why you can’t look me in the eye? You forget I know you.” She licks her lips, stepping closer with caution. She could admit Ethan had sent her because he was drowning in guilt of leaving, but she wanted to see him again. Even if the last time she saw him was also the time he broke her heart and told her to leave and not come back.

He often spoke in anger, things he never really meant. It was something she was used to, but she couldn’t take any longer. So, when he spoke the unforgivable words, she listened. For once in her life, Y/N listened and to be here, stand before him? That was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

“You’ve been gone for a year. You know shit about me now.” Grayson spat, turning halfway away from her to find his water bottle.

“And whose fault was that?” She purses her lips, leaning against a wall with an unreadable expression on her face. Well, he could tell she’s annoyed, but that was a constant for her in his presence. She had learned to hide her feelings away and in a way Grayson was happy she did. It was far too easy to read her in the past and he knew it would bring her a lot of grief in the past.

“You chose to leave.” Grayson counters, his frown deepening and yet her scoff made him soften.

“You told me leave and never come back! If you ever watched that big mouth of yours, you’d realize the shit you say hurts! It pushes people away and if you keep telling them to leave, they eventually do!” Y/N never intended to shout, but he always had a way of pushing her buttons.

In the past, Y/N was the calm to his storm. She could easily diffuse any situation, set him back on the right pat. She was the one girl Ethan truly believed could ever fit his brother’s temper. She was perfect for him in every way. But Grayson was determined to prove his brother otherwise and he managed to do so when she checked out of his life.

“You know what?” Y/N chuckles dryly, raising her arms in mock surrender. “I’m done. I shouldn’t have come.” Turning on her heel, she had expected to walk out, her mind at peace. She told herself she tried and that was more than enough – more than she owed him. In fact, she did it to remind herself why she was right to walk away, but the last thing she expected was for Grayson to run after her, taking her by her elbow and spinning her to face him.

“Please don’t.” He whispers, barely forming words as he chokes up at the thought of watching her walk away for the second time in his life. He made the mistake once, he didn’t plan on repeating it.

“Don’t what?” She didn’t make it easy on him, daring him to stop running and just admit he needs help.

“Don’t leave me.” Grayson manages, his grip on her elbow growing tighter, nearly painful.

“Why not?” Unblinking, she fixes her gaze on him, awaiting for any reason to stay. She had so many reasons to go, too many to count, but only one would make her stay and it was the cause of their last argument.

But he didn’t say it. He didn’t utter a single thing, simply releasing her elbow as she pulled back.

“You’ll never be able to say it, will you?” She narrows her eyes at him. Eyes that once looked at him with devotion and longing had turned hard and haunted. “You threw the words around so easily back then, but you could never tell me the same.” Shaking her head in disappointment, Y/N’s eyes fall to his wrapped hands, taking notice of the way he wrapped them.

Once upon a time, she wrapped his knuckles. She was his lucky charm. She was the girl who loved him so easily, without a doubt, but he never loved her back.

“Good luck. I truly hope you find what you’re looking for.” She wraps her arms around her, as if she’s comforting herself.

Grayson watched her leave, staring at her disappearing figure as he felt loneliness creep up on him again. He had traded everything for his career, Y/N included.

She’s right, he threw the L word around so much that it lost meaning. And perhaps he did love her, but could he give her anything more than a maybe? It didn’t feel fair to drag her back in his life only to break her heart again.

Y/N deserved better, Grayson decided. For the first time in years, he did the selfless thing – he let his good luck charm go. It didn’t feel good, but it felt right.

Drawing a deep breath, Grayson closed his eyes and hoped one day she’ll see that letting her go was his way of saying “I love you”.

[marvelousell]

Okay so I clench my jaw all the time (it’s my anxiety thing 🙃🙄) and I have to remind myself to relax a lot. Could you maybe do a blurb about Grayson looking out for you and maybe like gently tracing your jaw or kissing it softly when he notices you clenching you remind you to relax and it’s one of his ways of letting you know he’s there and he’s protecting you and help calm the anxiety down? If not I totally get it. Sorry if it’s dumb! Love u 🥺💕

Always by your side

A/N: A lovely request oh god, I wish I had someone like G by my side when my anxiety kicks in honestly🥺. Love you hun, thanks for the request hope you like this.❤️

Warnings: mentions of anxiety

“Hey it’s okay baby, they are going to like you.” Grayson cooed, placing his arm on top of yours to ease your nerves.

Your anxiety was present once again. Meeting the family was a big step in a relationship, so it was totally normal to feel a bit worried.

However the anxiety was a regular thing in your life, not just in situations like this.

Although it was tough sometimes, you were glad to have someone like your boyfriend by your side.

It really helped.

“We’re here.” He spoke, drawing circles on your palm.

“I’m so nervous Gray.” You replied, clenching your jaw tightly.

It was a thing you couldn’t control when you felt like this.

Grayson knew about that, and he always made sure to relax you if you felt that way.

“Look at me babe.” Both of his palms made their way to your tightened jaw.

His thumbs caressed your jawline trying his best to show you how everything will be brilliant tonight.

“Want you to relax for me, you don’t have to worry I’m going to be by your side the whole time like always.”

You inhaled deeply, his words and touch calming your nerves.

He loved you so much, he would do everything for you.

Grayson’s lips brushed against your skin, ready to leave a trail of soft kisses to show you that he is here, and always will be no matter what.

“Feeling better now?” He whispered, bumping his nose against yours.

“Yes, thank you Gray.” You mumbled, your jaw and body relaxing in his hands.

“No need to thank me beautiful, I’m always with you, protecting you and taking care. I love you.” He answered, kissing you gently.

“I love you more, let’s do this.” You smiled, giving him a small but sweet peck to express how thankful you really were.