#jealous gray

Grayson x reader

Warnings: none (not even swearing, are yall proud of me lol)

Words: 2.404

Anon request: “I recently found your blog. Can I request a Grayson Dolan Imagine where the reader is a funny YouTuber, and has been spending a lot of time with the vlog squad (David Dobrik) recently and Grayson is just really jealous about it”

a/n: Thank you anon! I feel like Grayson would be kind of a sad-jealous type of person…just as a warning/explanation before you read this. Uhm. Hope ya like it? (I also don’t know a lot about the vlog squad, I’m really sorry, so all I wrote in here is just what I found on the internet)

You are a little surprised (disappointed) when Gray doesn’t offer to pick you up for your dinner date tonight. It’s been awhile since you last went on a real date, just the two of you without anyone else tagging along. But you’ve been dating for almost a year now and picking you up is not something Gray is obligated to do, of course. A lot has been going on recently and you’re just happy to spend some quality time with him again. If you’re being honest you’re even kind of missing him, even though you’re living in the same city. There just never seems to be enough time to see him. Maybe you should work a little less…convince Gray to go on vacation with you…surprise him with a present or something…So you shrug your surprise (disappointment) off and don’t think much of it.

That is, until you arrive at the restaurant and Gray is sitting at the table he had reserved for the two you and his hair is...wet? He has his head bowed down, his hands laying in his lap, fiddling with his phone and you know he’s gnawing on his lower lip even though you can only see half of his face.

“Hey”, you greet him and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him from getting up. His face lights up and you can feel an answering smile spread over your face at the sight of his widening smile. You brush your lips over his in greeting and – yeah, his hair doesn’t only look wet, it really is wet. But it’s not raining or anything.

You take your seat opposite him and as much as you just want to bask in his presence and drink in the sight of him, you can’t help but notice his appearance. Apart from his hair being wet (and in severe need of a haircut) he seems to have shaved very messily: he has a cut just under his chin and there’s a patch of stubble he missed, right on the hinge of his jaw. His outfit, while put together impeccably like always, doesn’t seem to fit right. Either the entire right side of his body shrunk, or he buttoned his shirt all wrong. You can’t see his shoes but if he wore two different ones, you can’t say you’d be surprised.

“Hey”, Gray answers and his smile is so achingly sweet you forget his unusual appearance for a minute. “I, uh, didn’t order, yet. Wasn’t sure what you wanted.”

“Oh, I guess, I’ll take the usual”, you shrug and open the menu that lays folded before you. Gray and you identified this restaurant as your favourite quite early in your relationship and as much as you like trying new things, the Tagliatelle alla Panna in this place are amazing – especially with their self-made cheese sauce, hmm.

“I’m not sure I even know what your usual is anymore”, Gray mumbles from the other side of the table but he has his head bowed over the menu when you look up at him with a frown.

Before you can formulate a question, the waiter appears behind him. He takes your orders with a smile and brings your drinks shortly after.

“So, uhm”, you mumble, his comment from earlier making you feel a little awkward. A feeling you’re not used to, not around Gray. He looks at you when you start talking and you can’t tell for sure but it looks like he also has dark rings under his eyes. What on earth could have him this distracted? “Feels like ages since I saw you last time.”

“Hm, yeah”, Gray nods and for a moment it seems like he tries for a smile before he resorts to clearing his throat instead. “Last Monday, I think.”

“Oh, right”, you nod. You’d had to leave around midday because Grayson still had to edit their video before Tuesday and since their videos got so much longer these past months, the editing takes much longer, too. “Well. Still feels like ages to me.”

The laugh that comes out of you is high and nervous and you start fiddling with the tablecloth above your knees where he can’t see. This feels weird. Why does it feel weird? Being around Gray has never felt weird before.

“Me too”, Gray admits softly and there’s that familiar rush of affection whenever he voices these sweet, quiet thoughts. He only glances at you from underneath his eyelashes, though, and keeps his head ducked otherwise. He does catch your smile, at least, and half his mouth lifts into an answering one. Under any other circumstances this would be seductive, but you just can’t shake the feeling that something’s off.

That’s the moment the waiter chooses to bring your food which results in another polite pause and an exchange of thankful nods and smiles. He wishes you a cheerful “buon appetito!” and leaves as you start eating your respective dishes.

“So”, you start again, after a few bites taken in silence. Gray looks you in the eye to indicate he’s listening. “What’s up with you?”

“I, uh”, Gray draws his eyebrows together and pulls his shoulders up slightly. “Don’t know. Not much, I guess? Hanging with E, James and Emma a lot. Working out? Planning our next trip to Jersey. Just…boring same old I guess.”

Well, that’s not what you meant, but actually... “Ugh, I miss your ‘boring same old’”, you sigh wistfully. “I feel tired all the time, lately, I think I need a vacation. Or, you know, just hanging out at yours and unwinding a little would have the same effect, I guess”, you smile at him and think of curling up on his bed and cuddling with a movie he’s guaranteed to fall asleep to.

Inexplicably, his face falls at that and he’s back to avoiding eye-contact again. “Well, it’s not like you couldn’t drop by any time.” His tone sounds kind of flat and he’s pushing his food from one side of his plate to the other with a fork. He’s always hungry. Why isn’t he eating? Something is definitely up. You frown.

“Okay, what’s really up, Grayson?” You nod to his clothes and hair (still damp) when he glances at you questioningly. “You look like you don’t even really want to be here. And, I mean, that would okay but, Gray, if you’re not feeling well you could’ve cancelled, you know? Yeah, I’d have been disappointed but it’s not like we haven’t seen each other in months, it’s only been a few days, and I could’ve visited you or brought you something or – okay just, why, why is your hair wet?”

With every word coming out of your mouth Gray seems to curl in on himself a little more until his head is ducked almost behind his glass. At your last question though, he frowns and lifts his hand to his hair as if he hadn’t even noticed. He looks at his dampened hand somewhat surprised. “Well…I showered and didn’t have time to blow-dry my hair before coming here.”

His hair doesn’t take long to dry and if it’s still wet from the shower, he can’t have showered more than half an hour before arriving here. You can feel your own frown deepening. “So…what was so important today that you couldn’t have showered earlier? You don’t even have poor time-management skills, like me, I don’t understand how – “

“I wasn’t sure the date was still up”, Gray cuts you off, mumbling into his lap.

“…oh.”, is all you can say. Well. “I mean, we haven’t done date-night for a while, I guess, but – “

“You cancelled last time”, Gray replies in a sort of defiant tone and you can see the tablecloth moving where he’s fiddling it between his fingers. “And the time before that, too.”

Well. That’s true. Kind of. But… “I, uhm. I’m sorry about that, Gray, but I told you I was sorry and I explained, didn’t I? The first time was because Teddy had forgotten to invite me to go to the movies with them and it would’ve felt rude to cancel on them on the day, even though I’d only the invitation hours before.” You didn’t feel that guilty back then when you’d cancelled on Gray. You had never cancelled before and you’d just been at Gray’s the entire weekend. Looking at him now, his hair damp and floppy, shirt buttoned wrong and staring hard at anything but you, that small puddle of guilt in the back of your mind turns into an outright waterfall. “And, uh, last time I was so tired, Gray, I promise you the evening would’ve just been me falling asleep over the appetizer. I’m sorry.”

Gray shakes his head and there’s even a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. Uh, yeah, I get that, yes. Of course.”

There’s a pause and he starts fiddling in his lap once more, then there’s that glance again.

“I just, uhm. I guess, it’s just that…you don’t seem to be tired when you’re hanging with the ‘vlog squad’” – he puts actual air-quotes here – “so, you know, that’s…that’s a little…well.” He doesn’t even attempt to end that sentence, just shrugs, rubs his jaw and winces when he pulls at his skin hard enough to rip at the cut under his chin.

He cut himself shaving. He never cuts himself shaving, he must’ve been in a real hurry to cut himself like that. And he showered and put on a nice shirt, everything so rushed he didn’t manage to do any of those things properly. Accompanying the lump of guilt lodging itself into your throat comes that warmth rushing through you until you can feel it prickling in your fingertips – it’s just such a Gray thing, to try, to really try, no matter what. If nothing else, he managed to be on time, so all his hurrying paid off a little at least.

“Gray…” You don’t know what to say but when you put your hand on the table, reaching out, you almost expect him to ignore it. When he takes your hand without hesitation there’s an actual flutter of relief in your stomach.

“I don’t-”, Gray frowns, looking for the right words as he considers your clasped hands. “I mean, I’m not trying to make you feel bad for…for hanging with your new friends or whatever but…maybe don’t forget your old friends? Or”, his lips twitch into an ironic smile and he finally looks at you, really looks at you, “I guess, at least don’t forget me, okay?”

You still feel guilty but smiling back at him is a reflex at this point, no use in fighting it. Also, his fingers are stroking your pulse slowly and his palm encasing yours just feels too familiar to not feel a little at home.

“I never forgot you, Gray”, you reply and wind your fingers around his to make your point. “David and the rest were just so nice and sweet to me and filming with them is so much fun and they’re really cool and I think you’d actually really like them if you hung out with them, too. I didn’t have lots of spare time, recently, you’re right. I didn’t mean to…to neglect you, or anything.”

He doesn’t seem too keen on ‘hanging out’ with the rest of them but he doesn’t pull his hand back either. “You didn’t neglect me, I’m not a pet or something. It’s just…it would be nice to get at least have as much attention as the ‘vlog squad’. I mean. Being your boyfriend and all.”

“Stop with the air-quotes already, they’re friends.” You chuckle and roll your eyes but hold onto his hand quickly, as he tries to let go. “I’m sorry you felt ignored, okay? I mean that.” He stops pulling at your hand and you loosen your grip to trace the lines of his open palm. “I meant it when I said earlier it felt like ages since I last saw you. I missed you. Don’t ever doubt that.” It wasn’t a question but Gray still nods quietly and it’s so good to have him back, this unguarded, open (lovely, sweet, soft) version of Gray, that you lift his hand to press a quick kiss into his palm. Gray keeps it there and cups your jaw. “The next two weeks are just for us, yeah? I’ll stay at yours and annoy you until you wish I’d go back to my ‘new’ friends.”

Gray shakes his head with a reluctant smile at your cheeky grin and presses his thumb against your lower lip, opening your mouth slightly.

“Never”, he challenges and doesn’t beat an eyelash when you graze your teeth against the pad of his thumb teasingly.

“We’ll see about that”, you promise, and he hauls you closer with something like a growl in his chest until his nose rubs against yours.

“You always have to have the last word, huh?”, he asks and kisses you before you can answer.

It doesn’t last two seconds before the table between you starts buzzing. Gray pulls away far enough so both of you can glance at the phone lit up and buzzing between you. It’s yours. And the name flashing on the screen reads “Gabbie”.

It’s times like these, when he reads just as quickly as you even though the text is upside down, that you suspect Gray maybe has some sort of selective dyslexia. The second you read Gabbie’s name, Gray pulls you in again and places a distinctly possessive kiss on your lips.

“Don’t you dare pick up”, Gray breathes into your mouth.

Someone on the table next to you clears their throat before you can answer and he lets go. You sit back in your seat and calmly even out your skirt, your phone still buzzing and Gray’s eyes drilling into your face from across the table. You look right into his eyes as you grab your phone and the flicker of vulnerability behind his eyes tightens your heart for a split second. You turn your phone off without looking at it and Gray’s eyes turn into pure, melted chocolate and you can’t wait to curl up in his embrace later tonight.

You like your friends. You’re not going to stop hanging out with them because Gray is jealous. But you will also not prioritize them over him.

You knew you were in trouble when you walked into Gray’s studio, and the interviews from earlier that day, were playing on his laptop.