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•  Grayson Dolan x reader • SONG: Delicate (Taylor Swift) • Song number: 38 

• Warnings: alcohol, making out??? Is that even a warning?

• Requested by - 

Anon: “for the song imagines, can you do a Grayson Dolan one with delicate by Taylor swift? thanks!!”

and

@lizzy-xie​: “delicate t.s. for Grayson Dolan please?💕”

A/n: I don’t know about you, but for me BLONDE!Grayson really fits this imagine. Just my opinion, though. I did use only half of the song, so maybe a part two? That’s of course if you want it; let me know. 

Credits to owner for the gif

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Wake up, get over hangover, hang out with friends, get ready for the evening, party, hook up, pass out.

Wake up, hangover, friends, get ready, party, hook up, pass out.

Wake up, hangover, friends, party, hook up, pass out.

The only outcome you had for every night of the week. At least that’s what they were spreading around.

Rumors, that ‘someone’ had started, had floated all around the city. Well, part of it wasn't really a lie. You did have a pretty good reputation as a party girl. There wasn't a party you didn't attend. It wasn't a good party if you weren't gonna be at it. It got to the point where, people would ask the host, if you'll be there, and if not, they didn't really want to go.

You were a social butterfly, one of the most popular girls around. It wasn't just your popularity that got people hooked on you, you were also sweet and kind hearted. You talked to everyone who was willing to hold a conversation; willing to listen if someone wasn't heard. Your open minded persona shined through the conversations, pulling people close like a magnet.

Partying every week didn't mean that you hooked up with every guy possible, thought. You had a stable relationship with your high school sweetheart, that had lasted for over a year… Up until five months ago. Your boyfriend had started hooking up with girls at almost every party you guys went to. You walked in on him and one of the girls you used to call 'best friend'. You broke things off immediately.

The girl asked you to forgive her and give her a second chance, your boyfriend had found a new lover. Since you didn't give her a second chance, she decided to spread rumors. She was more popular and everyone believed her.

You hadn't gone to a party ever since some guys started harassing you and asking if the rumors were real, trying to get into your pants. ~~~

Your older brother was throwing a party, something he hadn't done since high school, but now that he was back from college, he wanted to throw a big welcome back party for himself and his friends, at his new house; inviting almost everyone they knew in the town, including you. At first you said no, but he was your brother, so he had his ways on convincing you to come anyways.

Later on, when the party started, you quickly started to search for a room with as less people as possible, the shady looks and whispers, getting the best of you.

After walking around the mansion like house for what felt the entire evening, you finally found an empty place, it was the balcony of your brothers room. You closed the door after yourself and sat down on the chair, that was placed in the corner. The fresh air feeling like a relief for your lungs, you placed your glass of mojito on the small coffee table, and made yourself more comfortable. It wasn't the warmest night of the year, but the small breeze on your legs didn't bother you that much, as you were wearing only shorts and a t-shirt.

~~~ This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me... We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink… ~~~

Sitting on the balcony alone, you were scrolling though some apps just to pass time. You had been out there for long enough to empty the glass. You were debating on going after another drink when someone outdoors caught your attention.

It was Grayson, wandering around the backyard. He and his twin brother used to go to the same school as you; you were classmates. He was a great guy with a bright and sparkly persona, sadly not everyone noticed that. As he and his brother grew on vine and YouTube, they soon left the town, moving to LA.

The handsome boy walked around the backyard, looking at the décors placed around it, minding his own business. Then you remembered what your brother said 'no one goes in the backyard; The indoors will be enough to clean up', so you decided to speak up, even if he wasn't trashing up the place.

"Hey!" you shouted with a nice manner in your voice, making him look behind him, "up here!" You waved your hand up a little, getting his attention.

"Hi!" he answered the corner of his mouth slightly lifting up as he smiled.

"You know, you're not supposed to be there."

"I don't think you're in the right place either." he said back smirking, making you smirk back.

"It's my brothers house, I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to be here."

"I didn't mean that.You're at a party, shouldn't you be downstairs taking shots and dancing to that terrible music, Y/n?" he asked back coming closer to the balcony, making it easier for you to see him.

"Yeah, not really a fan of that anymore." you replied back.

"What ya drinking?" He stood with hiis hands down in his jeans pockets.

You were quiet for a bit, "Mojito?" it came out more like a question.

"Mojito? Is that a question?"

"No?"

"Well, I'll have to disappoint you, they're out of sprite and limes; so what about margaritas?"

"Alright."

"Alright? Great! Before I go, what room is it?"

"The last door in the hallway." you smiled, Grayson nodded and walked inside.

~~~ Come here, you can meet me in the back Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you Oh damn, never seen that colour blue

~~~

Minutes later there was a slight tapping on the balcony door. It was Grayson with two glasses in his hands and a bag of chips in his teeth. You quickly stood up opening the door.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" he said, his words slightly muffled with the bag of chips still in his teeth. You smirked taking the bag.

"I wouldn't."

You let him walk out on the balcony, closing the door behind. You went back to your seat that was still warm and put the chips on the coffee table next to your empty glass.

"So, how's LA?" you questioned as he placed the glasses down on the table, one closer to you.

"Honestly, boring." He answered taking a seat in front of you.

The balcony wasn't lighted up, to not attract mosquitoes, but it was bright enough to see his dark jeans and Nikes. He was wearing a marine blue camouflage jacket and a black t-shirt underneath. His outfit looked expensive and fashionable.

"Since when are you not a fan of parties, though?" it was his turn to ask a question.

"It's been a while."

"I heard the rumours," your smile instantly faded, "I call bullshit."

You were quiet for a bit.

"As much as I know you, I don't believe it; besides it’s Veronica who is spreading it around." He went on.

"Yeah, we're not friends any-more."

"I figured.”

The topic soon changed, and you started to feel pretty comfortable again. Grayson told you about some adventures in Australia and Hawaii, throwing some jokes in between, making you laugh. It was slightly unusual for you to be the listener, but it was nice.

As the night went on, the air got colder. You started to shiver slightly, as you were telling a story about how you and your brother went on a road trip. Grayson noticed the goosebumps on your skin.

"And then the car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere-"

"Sorry to interrupt." He apologized standing up and taking his jacket off, handing it to you.

You looked at the jacket and then at him, he nodded your way. You took it and put it on. It would be a lie, if you'd deny that it didn't smell like his cologne and you liked it. It was warm and soft.

You went on with your story.

~~~ 'Cause I like you This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me…

~~~ You liked Grayson as a friend, at least that’s what you used to think.

At this point in the night you both were sitting on the carpet by the bed, close to each other, wrapped up in a blanket. You kept talking, your head now resting on his shoulder.

~~~ Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate Is it cool that I said all that Is it too soon to do this yet? ~~~ You weren't sure how and when, but somehow, from just talking, both of you went to making out.

"You know, you're really good looking." You blurted out between the kisses, making him laugh a little.

Instead of answering he placed his lips back on yours.

You could swear to god, he was getting in your head. You couldn't help, but fantasize how his hands would trace your body.  How you'd take off his shirt. How he'd take off yours. It was starting to get messy.

At this point you didn't care about your own reputation, it was worse than ever, and there was no lower point to go, but his? His reputation was delicate. He was famous after all.

Even if you had known Grayson since middle school, it didn't mean that you were friends this whole time. You just knew each other. Maybe it's too soon.

Your mind was filling up with doubt, making you pull your lips away from his.

"Everything alright?" he noticed that something was wrong.

"Is it too soon to... You know." you suddenly felt awkward and ridiculous as you let your doubts over do you.

"Maybe, maybe not. I mean, we don't have to, if you don't wanna keep going." he was so calm about the situation.

"You know what? screw it!" you pushed all the clouded thought away and kissed him again, making him smile in the kiss. It was clear that he liked you too.

You moved into his lap, keeping your lips attached to his.

basically