i saw that new insta grayson uploaded where gray is wearing grey in a bathroom full of grey which made me think of the blue outfits and the blue car and it got me thinking: 1) wow this boy loves to match  2) imagine how much he’d love to match with his fave girl.

1500~ words

(Author’s note): Hii! This is the first fic I’ve ever written, so I would love some feedback if you have any. I hope the spacing isn’t weird, I tried to fix it.

Description: Scenes of (Y/N) and Grayson Dolan’s life together—from childhood playmates to adulthood, where they might find something more.

6 years old:

“GRAYSON BAILEY DOLAN!” you cried. Grayson, in his blue overalls and bare feet, held up the toy dump truck you had just been playing with in the sandbox. He stuck out his tongue and closed his eyes. You shrieked as you shot up out of the sandbox, chasing him around the yard until both of you were laying on your backs, trying to catch your breath and giggling.

12 years old:

“GRAYSON BAILEY DOLAN! GIVE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!” you yelled. Grayson darted out the back door, your pink and purple diary held under his arm like a football.

“MAKE ME!” he responded.

“GRAYSON, GRAYSON, PLEASE” you pleaded. Putting the diary between his teeth, he leaped halfway up the tree in your back yard. Once high enough that he knew you couldn’t follow him, he opened the diary to the ribbon bookmark.

“Hmmm, let’s see, (Y/N)... You like Jared?? From 5th period?? GROSS!” he taunted you, reading your secret daydreams about your school crush.

Cheeks flaming red, you said, “Gray, come down from that tree or so help me.”

18 years old:

“Grayson Bailey Dolan, wait ‘til I’m ready!! One...two...three!” you ripped open your letters at the same time. You quickly skimmed yours, which read, “Congratulations, (Y/N)! You’ve been accepted...” You tried to hide your smile by biting your bottom lip as you looked up to see Gray’s reaction to his own letter.

His mouth was gaping, and his honey eyes met yours. Neither of you were able to keep a poker face, and you both burst into laughter—realizing you’d both been accepted to your dream schools. You tackled him in a hug, which lasted perhaps a second longer than you intended it to. You pulled away with some redness in your cheeks, and you both sat there, staring at each other and grinning like idiots.

“I’m really proud of you, Gray. But, you know—” you said.

He cut you off, “Hey, wait, we still have this summer, okay?” Neither of you wanted to think about the fact that you were going to schools across the country from each other.

You looked into his familiar brown eyes and said with a half-hearted smile, “Okay.”

21 years old (winter):

“Grrraysun Bailey Dooolllaaan... h-hey it’s me. miss youuuu” you sang into the phone. You hadn’t talked to your best friend in two years. You were drunk, and the hole in your heart had started aching again. His voicemail was kind enough to answer you. “d’you rember that *hiccup* that time when we, we, uhhh we made a pact that if neither of we were marrrrried by the time we’re 30? was it 31? i dunno. anyways if we didn’ get married we’d jus’ marry each other? d’you still want that? silly, we can’ keep our pact if you actually have a girlfrien’, i see all your pi—*hiccup*—tures on instagram. she’s reeeeaaally beautiful. i love you, gray.”

21 years old (summer):

“Grayson Bailey Dolan? Do my eyes deceive me?” you dramatically place the back of your hand on your forehead, pretending to faint. You hope that joking will help ease some of the tension. You haven’t spoken to each other since you left him that voicemail a couple of months ago. Well, he texted and called and left messages... but you were too embarrassed to respond to any of them. You’d heard that he had broken up with his girlfriend not too long ago, and you probably should’ve reached out to see if he was okay. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You watch him walk towards you, entering through the gate of your backyard and sitting down next to you on your porch swing.

He flashes you a lopsided smile that instantly melts your heart and says, “Hey, (Y/N).” His deep tan makes his blinding teeth glow—even in the twilight of the day. “How have you been?”

“Oh, you know... I’ve—I’ve been pretty good.” You can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. He smells like sunscreen and cherry Chapstick, and he uses his feet to gently rock the porch swing back and forth. He watched you intently as you speak, never looking away from your eyes. “I can’t believe that school is actually over. There were a lot of days that i didn’t think i would make it and if i’m being honest i’m not exactly sure what I should do next, although I should probably have that figur—“

“Do you want to kiss me?” He looks at you so seriously. The porch swing is still and he is so close to you, your arms touching against each other. His beautiful lips are parted slightly and brows slightly furrowed, analyzing your face. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Yes,” you almost whisper.

While still wearing a serious expression, one that pierces right through you, he slowly lifts his hand and cups the side of your face. Slowly leaning in, he places the most perfect kiss you’ve ever had on your lips. It tastes like sunscreen and cherry Chapstick. He lingers for what doesn’t feel nearly long enough and pulls his mouth away slowly.

With a sparkle in his eye and an amused smile, he asks in a low voice, “Did you really like Jared from 5th period?” His hand is still cupping your face, fingertips in your hair.

Taken back by his absurd question, you let out a quick laugh. “Of course not,” you say.

“Good,” he smiles. It’s the kind of smile that you’ll be thinking about for days—little smile lines appear next to his mouth and eyes. Even though it’s now nighttime, it feels like the sun is shining. He leans in again.

27 years old:

“Grayson Bailey Dolan, I take you to be mine, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, til death do we part.” You look up at the love of your life—your entire life—and think that you might burst with joy and love.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He says, a smile plastered on his face.

“I love you too, Gray.”

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant says.

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! P.S. should I make a part 2? It was already pretty long and there wasn’t really a resolution. Let me know! 

10. Just leave me alone.

11. I need some time.

It was no secret that Grayson’s fans were dedicated. They would do anything to make sure Grayson was happy, and showed no mercy to anyone that threatened that happiness in the slightest. To say they were brutal would be an understatement, which is why when Grayson suggested you keep your relationship a secret for awhile, you completely agreed. While supporting him from the sidelines was difficult at times, you were grateful for your privacy. You weren’t a social media superstar like he was, so any hate directed toward you weighed heavily on your mind. At the time, you definitely weren’t prepared for the volume of hate you would have received had the two of you gone public.

8 months after Grayson asked you to be his girlfriend, and a few months after the twins began appearing on TRL, he decided to fly you out to New York to see him in action. You were so excited to watch the man you loved do what he loved most. When the day arrived, Grayson took extreme precautions to ensure that none of his fans would see you enter the studio, asking security to lead you in the back door, and take you immediately to the dressing room. You stayed there, hanging out and messing around with the twins until they had to go film.

A production assistant lightly knocked on the door, opened it and said “Ethan, Grayson, we’re ready for you.” Both of their eyes lit up in excitement, huge smiles spreading across their faces. Grayson walked over to where you were sitting on the couch, leaned over, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Bye, baby. See you in a little,” he said.

“Bye, Gray. Go knock em dead, I love you.”

He gave you a quick kiss, and ran for the door. “Love you!” he yelled on his way out. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling overwhelming happiness come over you. You leaned back into the couch, and rested your head on the back of it. What had you done to deserve to be able to call the most talented, humble guy in the world your boyfriend?

As time went on, your heart rate started to pick up. You couldn’t help but feel nervous for the twins. They tried to play it off, but you knew that they were nervous, too. After what seemed like hours of waiting, the twins finally ran out on stage, waving and hugging fans before going to the main stage to talk to the hosts. Your heart swelled with pride as you watched your boyfriend on the screen in front of you. You couldn’t help but bounce up and down in your seat and giggle in excitement like a little kid. The twins grabbed their microphones, ready to start their segment.

“Alright boys, we’re going to start with a few questions from the fans, ready?” The female host asked. They both nodded their heads in agreement. They started off with a few silly questions, and the twins answered them perfectly. You couldn’t believe how natural they seemed out there. It was like they were born for this.

“Alright, here’s our final question for today. Ooo, a juicy one. Are either of you in a relationship?” Your breath hitched in your throat. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Was he finally going to tell everyone about you? It had come up in conversation a few times lately, and it usually ended with Grayson telling you he would do it “when the time was right.” Now seemed like as good of a time as any, right? Your mind was racing, but you couldn’t help but get your hopes up. Envisioning yourself walking out of the studio, Grayson’s hand in yours, in front of all of his fans, it was too much for your heart to take. Ethan began answering first.

“Nah, I’m single for right now.” he said, smiling and shaking his head. The cameras shifted to Grayson. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest.

“Yeah, we’re both single.” Grayson said simply. You had never felt so disappointed in your life. How stupid of me, you thought to yourself, why would he ever announce that he was dating someone like me on national television. You couldn’t hold back the tears that filled your eyes. You tried to compose yourself before they came back into the dressing room.

A few minutes later, both of them came bursting through the door. You could practically see the adrenaline rushing through their veins.

“That was insane!” Ethan exclaimed.

“Dude, I swear that’ll never get old.” Grayson replied.

You painted on your best fake smile, and approached them as they walked through the door. You wrapped both of them in a group hug, and tried your best to act unaffected.

“That was so awesome, guys! I can’t believe I’m actually here!” You yelled, faking excitement. Looking at Grayson made your heart hurt. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t help but let a few tears escape.

“Woah, why are you crying!” Grayson’s demeanor instantly changed. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes got softer. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed your head against his chest.

“I’m just so proud of you guys,” you lied.

“Well, don’t cry you dork! We’re going to have so much fun the rest of the day!” he laughed.

You spent the rest of the day in the hotel room. Ethan had been nice enough to get his own room, allowing the two of you to enjoy some alone time. You really tried to enjoy your time together and live in the moment, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier. “Yeah, we’re both single,” ran through your head on repeat. You looked over at your boyfriend laying next to you in bed, the way he did almost every time you were together. Finally, your thoughts got the best of you.

“Gray?” you whispered.

“Yes?” he responded, turning over to face you. You swallowed your pride and mustered up the courage to ask the question that had been haunting you all day.

“Why didn’t you just tell them the truth?”

“What do you mean, baby?”

“Why didn’t you just tell them that we’re together?” Your voice was unsteady as you spoke. You could tell Grayson was uncomfortable, he swallowed uncomfortably and cleared his throat.

“Well, I just didn’t feel like the time was right. I want to tell everybody once we’re comfort-”

“No, stop. I’m tired of that excuse, Grayson. We’ve been together for eight months now, if you’re not comfortable with me by now, then we have a problem.” you snapped, cutting him off. He stayed silent, and looked down at his hands. “Why don’t you just go ahead and tell me the real reason you don’t want to go public. I know that you’re embarrassed of me, I can see it in your face.” Your tone was malicious, and rude. Grayson’s face burned bright red and he clenched his fists in anger.

“God damn it, Y/N. You’ve got to be less insecure, you’re being fucking crazy. That’s not the reason at all, I just-”

You cut him off again. “I’m flying home, see ya.” You grabbed your backpack off of the table, and headed toward the door. You didn’t even bother grabbing your suitcase, focusing too hard on getting the hell out of there. Grayson stood up, and chased you to the door. Just as you went to reach for the doorknob, he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N, wait. Let’s talk this out.” You could see pain in his eyes. Any other time, you would have given in and stayed there to fix things. But this time, you had had enough.

Spin the bottle had just started and you were sitting in a circle with Jess on your right and Ethan on your left. Grayson was sitting on Jess’ right. You don’t even know how Jess managed to convince you to play. Now it was Ethan’s turn and the bottle was spinning. Nobody landed on you so far and you have never kissed anyone before so you were getting nervous. What if Ethan lands on you? 

“Woooooo!!” everyone exclaims as the bottle lands on Jess. You smile because Grayson looks a little annoyed. Jess would never cheat on Gray, she loves him too much. You were there since they started going out so you know she’s committed.

Ethan blushes and Jess laughs. “You sure you’re ok with this bro?” asks Ethan sincerely. 

“Yeah, it’s cool. I know you guys aren’t like that,” says Grayson. You don’t believe him and feel kind of bad. 

Ethan and Jess lean in right in front of you and quickly kiss. It was more like a peck. Both of them jokingly cringe and wipe their lips probably sensing that Grayson was a bit uncomfortable. Grayson chuckles. 

Now it’s your turn. This time you knew you were going to have to kiss someone. The question is who? You spin the bottle and close your eyes until you hear people go “woooo.” When you open your eyes you see that the bottle is pointing at Grayson. Jess has her eyebrows raised in surprise. You too raise your eyebrows and widen your eyes at Jess. She laughs and nods, so you assume it’s ok. 

The room feels 10 degrees hotter. You smile awkwardly and lean across Jess as Grayson does the same. There’s a quick peck and people clap. You look back at Ethan and give him a smile. You’re surprised to see that he looks kind of disappointed. It could just be the lighting or something. All of a sudden Jess grabs Grayson’s face and kisses him. This lasts a bit longer which makes everyone go wild, shouting comments like, “damn girl!” and “Yeah Grayson!” You laugh at them and blush, realizing that Jess is indirectly kissing you. 

People start breaking the circle to go get drinks. Grayson and Jess break apart hesitantly when they hear an ILoveMakonnen song. They get up to dance so you get up too and go to the kitchen to get water. 

“Hey,” says Ethan behind you as you’re drinking. You swallow, turn, and smile. “Hey,” you say back.

“Wanna go out on the porch with me?” he asks with an eyebrow raised. You nod.

When you get outside you sit down on the porch swing with Ethan on your left. “So I wanted to say that seeing you and Grayson kiss….” he pauses and you get nervous, knowing where this is going, “I don’t know it made me realize I kind of wanna kiss you.” You don’t know what to think right now. He could just being saying this because he’s drunk. You hadn’t seen him drink anything but you weren’t with him all night. You nod slowly and as you were about to tell him that he’s drunk he kisses you. He gently grabs your cheek and leans in, putting his lips on yours. You inhale and freeze but he continues. 

A few seconds later he realizes you’re not kissing back so he stops. “What’s wrong?” he asks with a worried look. You stare at him and try to find the right words but you can’t so you just keep staring. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he looks embarrassed, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I…I’ll just go,” he says quickly and points to the door. He walks inside shaking his head. You immediately regret not saying something, anything. It was just too fast. All of it.

*smack* You face-palm. “So stupid,” you whisper to yourself, “he’s so cute and you ruined it.” You shake your head.

A few minutes later Jess comes outside holding hands with Grayson and gives him a quick kiss and a goodbye. She sees you and calls you over.

“You ready to go?” she asks, “something wrong?” 

The beginning of this is a little rough, but I think the ending is pretty cute, so just bear with me! Thank you for the request! If any of you have any feedback, please feel free to message me!

39. “Please come home, I miss you.”

You met Ethan for the first time at an event sponsored by YouTube for social media influencers. The two of you had spent the night in the corner of the party being antisocial, laughing at all of the drunk influencers and sharing meet and greet horror stories. You had instantly recognized that Ethan was different from all of the other guys in LA, and were determined to make him yours. Luckily, he had decided the same about you.

From the beginning of your relationship, there had been a mutual understanding that work would have to come first. You planned dates around both of your busy schedules. Some dinners were rescheduled, plans were often forgotten about. You sometimes wouldn’t even get the chance to text for days at a time. This struggle only made you appreciate the time you did get to spend with each other so much more. No, your relationship wasn’t an easy going walk in the park. But still you continued to fight for each other, no matter how hard it may be.

You had just arrived in the Bahamas to start shooting your new movie. This was going to be your first lead role in a major movie, and you couldn’t be more excited. Prior to this, you had spent the last three weeks travelling around the United States promoting your new autobiography. Although you were exhausted, you couldn’t slow down. Production was to begin early in the morning, so you had quickly prepared everything you needed for the morning and laid down in your hotel bed.

You were just about to drift off to sleep when your phone rang. It was Ethan facetiming you. A huge smile spread across your face as you quickly fixed your hair and pressed accept call. As soon as Ethan’s face appeared on your screen, you could tell something was not right. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and the stubble that covered his jawline made it clear that he hadn’t left the house in days.

“Babe! Have you been crying?” you asked, unable to contain your overwhelming concern.

“A little bit,” he sniffled.

“Are you okay, my love? What’s wrong?”

Ethan instantly burst into tears. Your heart ached. Seeing Ethan in pain was the easiest way to break your heart, especially when you couldn’t just drive over to his apartment and try to make him feel better. You whispered reassurance into the phone, waiting for him to calm down a little bit.

“C’mon E, talk to me. I’m right here, just breathe.”

“I’m spiralling backwards and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’ve tried so hard, Y/N, but I’m going right back to that dark place I was in and I’m so scared.” he cried. “Please come home, I miss you.”

Tears filled your eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the growing pit in your stomach. “I miss you so much, E. But I ca-” He didn’t let you finish. “Please, Y/N. You know I wouldn’t even ask unless I was really serious. You not being here the last few weeks is making this so much worse.” You knew that what he said was true. There was no way Ethan would even think of asking you to come home unless he was really struggling. “Okay, babe. I’ll be on the next flight out, just hang in there a few more hours. We’re going to fix this.”