can u do a concept where grayson has eyes for you and brushes off every girl that tries to get with him
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(this gif always makes me think of frat!Grayson)
There was a thing about your friendship with Grayson that the two of you have been dancing around for a couple of years now. The fact that it was obvious to everyone around you that you were in love. But to you two. It was the soft touches, late-night conversations, deep intimate moments where the two of you opened up to one another. Grayson quickly became the person that whenever something good or bad happened - he was the one you wanted to talk to.
In the past whenever Grayson got a girlfriend, the two of you were still friends, but there was a slight restriction to how you acted around one another. He didn't even realize that he was doing it, having a slight distance with you, but you respected it. You never wanted to be perceived as crossing a boundary when he had a new girlfriend. Even if it hurt to not have him as close as you were used to.
It was even worse when he wasn't in a relationship but in what you liked to call "fuckboi mode". It was when he would be hooking with his usuals and you wouldn't see him at all.
"You're really my girl, Y/N, you know that." Grayson would always tell you whenever it was the two of you hanging out. You tried not to put a deeper meaning behind those words. But any time you heard him call you "my girl", you couldn't stop the butterflies that erupted within your stomach.
But in the past few months, there was been a shift. You'd noticed it more and more whenever you went to the same parties as him. Any time a girl would try and flirt with him, for once, he didn't pay them any attention. Or when you came into a party and he was talking with another girl, but you walked into the party, he'd come right to you. The biggest smile on his face, his larger frame moved through the crowd.
"Finally you're here!" Grayson smiled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug. "Now we really can have some fun."
You looked up towards him, your eyes darting back to where he was standing the girl was seemingly waiting for him, before looking back at you. "You can go back and talk to your friend,"
Grayson followed your eyes to where Jessica was standing, before looking back to you. He shook his head and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Nah, I'm good with hanging out with you."
You couldn't stop the smile that came over your face as he moved through the crowd with you pressed against his side. You decided not to try and stop the butterflies.
A few weeks later, you came back to the frat house after a party, your usual tradition of getting breakfast the next day. You walked through the house and headed towards the kitchen. You followed the noise of the voices coming from the back of the house where you found Ethan and a few of the others.
The moment Ethan saw you, he smiled and called out your name loudly.
"Breakfast?"He asked walking towards you more, pulling you into a hug before standing back.
"Yeah. I'm guessing he's upstairs with...company?" You asked, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.
Ethan pursed his lips and shook his head, "No company. His drunk ass stumbled upstairs alone."
"Oh," You tried to hide the shock but failed. Ethan was able to see it.
"Actually...he hasn't come home with anyone in like...months," Ethan spoke matter-of-factly. "Only hanging out with you."
That was something that brought a smile to your face. "Good to know."
You walked up the stairs towards Grayson's room and knocked twice before walking in. You felt your breath catch for a moment as your eyes fell upon a shirtless Grayson with his sweatpants hung low at his hips. Your throat suddenly felt dry as your eyes scanned over his body slowly. An action that wasn't missed by Grayson. He grabbed a shirt from his drawer before putting it on and closing it back up.
He cleared his throat to bring you back.
"Oh, um, you ready for breakfast?" You asked, your voice soft as you tried to keep your eyes on his face.
"Yeah," He grabbed his baseball cap and put it on, backward, before grabbing his keys. "And it's my treat this time, don't you dare try and pay."
The two of you left and headed out to his truck, the two of you slipping into your normal comfortable conversation like always. You didn't miss it when Grayson reached over and threaded his fingers with yours as he drove. Your hand had been resting on the center console as you angled towards him more in your seat. The way his hand felt with yours was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
"So uh...Ethan let it slip this morning you haven't been seeing anyone in a while." You spoke, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks as you spoke. "I thought you were seeing that one girl?"
"Who?" Grayson's brows pulled together.
"Melanie? Or something." You shrugged
"Oh, no. We had a project together for English, so some nights I had to go over and work on it." Grayson spoke, "But we're not dating or anything else."
"Oh," You spoke softly. "Got your eyes on someone else?"
Your eyes looked up towards him, Grayson pulling up to a stoplight to look towards you. His lip turned up slightly, one of his dimples showing, as he smiled.
"Yeah, I've got my eye on this one girl," Grayson spoke, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. And Grayson swallowed down the next work he wanted to say.
Description: Grayson participates in the famous November challenge, but Y/N has made it her mission to make him fail.
Warnings: Ahh yes…smut, cinge, idk what else
Word Count: 2.5K+
Touch starved.
The term was an understatement for your current situation. Why? Because your boyfriend decided to participate in the famous no nut fucking November. To say you hated it was another understatement.
You despised how committed he was to it. And to make matters worse, he didn’t shave either.
And you being you, you were a whore for Grayson’s beard. It was mid-November so it was right where you liked it, a bit past the scruff period.
Every Time you looked at him, your core did nothing but ache. Your legs clenched at the memory of how good he felt between them, his big arms wrapped around them; Holding you close to him as he made you cum for the 4th time that night with just his fingers and mouth.
“Penny for your thoughts?” His voice ranged in your head making you shake your filthy thoughts and memories away.
“Hmm?” you hummed turning to look at him, a smirk on his face disappearing when he licked his lips, coming back short after.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“Nothing,” you shrugged it off, but he knew. Grayson was fluent when it came to your body language, knowing what everything meant, even the slightest movement.
“Nothing? You’ve been staring at me and cleaning your legs, you’re biting your lip and you’re flushed. I know that look from a mile away, Angel,” he taunted, making you turn your head and look away, scoffing in response.
“It’s just hot in here. You have the heat all the way up,” you murmured before getting up and walking away.
Summary: Grayson works at a bakery and Y/N thinks the cupcakes are the best thing about her life until she meets the one who was responsible for making them.
Word Count: 16.5k
A/N: As the same as last author’s note, apologies for length. Also I wrote this in a week so I’m sorry it’s a little sloppy and kind of out there concept wise.
Warnings: Little bit of fluffy loveee
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Today was just not your day.
Really, nothing could have rounded out the week sent straight from hell better than this one final instance that had become the cherry on top of the disgusting sundae you called life. And this wasn’t one of those sundaes with vanilla and chocolate ice cream and whipped cream as the final sweet touch, it was one made from all the expired contents you find in the back of your fridge that hadn’t been touched for months with pickles and olives to top it all off – the sundae of your bitter life.
First it was the all-nighter that you’d suddenly been deemed to pull on Sunday after your professor had emailed the class and announced that the exam would be changed to Monday instead of the Friday it was originally planned for. Cramming eighty-six vocabulary words on the functions of the brain while running on three hours of sleep from the night before was like sticking your head down a garbage disposal and just laughing through the pain. And when there was finally the moment you were able to rest, it had been completely ruined by the sound of your alarm as it blared through the early morning.
Following a night of no sleep, life took another swing at you that Monday when you’d been walking home after that torturous exam you’re pretty sure you failed when you hadn’t been paying attention and slid on a patch of ice, legs sliding apart until you bashed your knee against the concrete and wound up in an awkward split with papers flying into the wet snow. It wouldn’t have taken that much of a toll on your life if your favorite pair of jeans hadn’t been ripped right down the middle with no hope of fixing. Not to mention the giant bruise which began to swell on your ass from slamming against your heel when you fell, and now it was to the point where you hadn’t been able to sit without wincing for the rest of the week.
But life just kept steam-rolling right over you as Tuesday had come around, and you’d gotten screamed at by your manager of the local bar you served at for mixing up the orders to the party of twelve in the corner whose specific ‘wants and don’t wants’ had made it incredibly difficult to keep track of. Then on top of the screaming, he’d went ahead and taken the screwy meals out on your next pay check which would only mean you’d have to pick up an additional few shifts to make rent for the month.
Wednesday wasn’t as bad as the rest of the week. But, that was only because you’d decided to take a personal day and skip all your classes to stay in bed and binge an entire season of Criminal Minds while eating too much ice cream and popcorn until your belly felt like it was going to pop. The fear of another horrid day had kept you hidden away in your apartment for the whole day. Even Penelope’s attempt to coax you out for half-price sushi was unsuccessful because all you could think of was how, with your lack of luck, you’d end up choking on a spicy salmon roll and need to take a trip to the ER. Besides, why go out and drown your sorrows in sushi when you’d already been deep-diving into a carton of Breyer’s vanilla ice-cream all afternoon?
Unfortunately, the refreshing Wednesday of nothing turned out to be meaningless when you stepped out on Thursday and the first thing you’d walked out to that morning was a frozen car with about a foot of snow on top that you had to brush off with your gloveless hands because you’d let Penelope borrow your brush yesterday and she’d forgotten to put it back. Then there was a fly in your sandwich that you wouldn’t have even bought from the deli in the student center if you hadn’t opened the cabinet to an empty jar of peanut butter this morning. Next came the horrid grade you’d ended up getting on that surprise Monday exam. And to top it all off as the perfect mess, Binx decided he wanted to be an outdoor cat for the day and sneaked out the front door the very second you got home, leaving you to chase him up and down the apartment complex for thirty minutes too long.
And now it was Friday
And there was a plate of over-runny eggs and burnt toast sitting blandly in front of you.
And you were in the middle of getting dumped by a boy you’d wasted four months of your life on.
Summary: It becomes habitual for Grayson to climb in with you at night, and both of you are avoiding the elephant in the room, and Ethan’s a bit tired of it all the while.
Warnings: None besides swearing
A/N: Ahhhh my first Grayson fic released! This was actually kind of difficult to write since I’m a die-hard E girl hahaha. Anyway, enjoy !!
Word Count: 5.4K+ || masterlist
You were dragged from a near coma when you felt your blanket lift. You groggily opened your eyes, blinking wearily at the vague figure standing over you.
“Grayson?” you guessed, propping yourself up on your elbow. You leaned over and switched your lamp on, staring at him through squinting eyes.
“Hi…” Grayson mumbled above you, shifting between his feet. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“…Do you wanna get in?” you suggested, not seeing what else you could possibly do. A quick glance at the clock told you it was 4 AM, an unreasonable hour to be woken up. However early it was, you couldn’t bring yourself to be even the slightest bit annoyed with your best friend.
Summary: Things have heated up between Y/N and professional boxer, Grayson Dolan, and she finally decides to take him up on his offer to visit him on his turf for once. Meanwhile, Grayson proves that he’s still unable to keep his balance in check.
Word Count: 16.5k
A/N: This is a continuation to an earlier blurb I wrote called ‘Arabesques’. I encourage you to read that before this, but it isn’t a necessity! Sorry this took so long, and also it’s probably god awful. Don’t really think anyone cares about this or my work anymore, but I figured I’d just post… So… here ya go
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“Point your feet please! Remember, pretty toes! Pretty toes, Lucy!”
“Miss. Y/N, my toes are as pretty as they are going to get!”
The sudden burst of sass is a telltale sign that the little ballerinas have probably had enough for the day, making you pause to look over them once you realize just how long you’d been pushing them for. Lucy, with her permanent pout and brows turned down, stares back at you, her tiny feet bouncing eagerly as she notices that certain look in your eyes. She waited on the edge of her seat for the chance to finally be dismissed, so she could run back out into the hall and take a sip from the water fountain before sneaking a peek into Mr. Marcelo’s class – the new center of her affection after a certain temporary ballerina had decided his time with the company needed to come to an end. You look at the other girls as well, some stifling tiny yawns, and others rubbing tiredly at their eyes – further solidifying your decision that it was time for practice to end in exchange for their daily naps.
It had been a long ballet class this Saturday in preparation for the recital that was just around the corner. For the most part, the girls had been good at practicing their routines and listening intently to your different critiques and instructions. However, there was only so much of the little four, and five-year-old’s attention you could keep; they were impatient now, and their focus was obviously running thin. You start to notice some of them too busy making faces at their reflections in the mirror to pay attention to anything you had been saying, and decide they were all too far gone to perform at their most capable at this point. It wasn’t only them that was losing focus though; you were just as eager to get out of there once you remembered your own after-class plans. So, without another second to waste, you clap your hands together to get their attention and smile through your admitted defeat.
“Alright, girls, how about we call it a day, yeah? I can see you’re all tired. I won’t keep you any longer.”
You would have thought you just announced that you were taking them all out for ice cream with the way they cheered and pushed themselves away from the ballet bar. Tiny, pale-colored, tutus turned into a blur as small, ballerina shoes padded past you swiftly in a race for the door, all of them eagerly pushing one another to find their parent who was sat patiently waiting in the break room to take them home. Some were already calling out for their mommas, others yelling for chicken nuggets or mac n’ cheese to cease their grumbling bellies; meanwhile, Lucy was yanking on the door handle with all her might, yelling for someone to “get me outta here!!” as dramatically as she could. In any case, the focus was obviously no longer on dance, and you were glad you called it a day when you did.
Anonymous: hi hi, do you think you could write a hate fuck concept with gray and in the end they realize they actually have feelings for each other? 👉🏼👈🏼 (sorry if you’re not taking concepts rn lol)
A/N - here she is, the long awaited (and slaved over) hatefuck!gray. Pretty pls with a cherry on top lmk what you think!!! I love you guys and hope you enjoy! (also massive creds to @vintagedolan for the gif (that maybe one day I’ll be able to post) and keeping me sane while I wrote this)
Word Count - 8.4k (whoopsie)
Warnings - some nasty, you know the drill
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You were literally living the dream.
You’d managed to move from your hometown to one of the most well known cities in the world, have started to pursue the career you’ve wanted to go into since you were a kid, you had amazing friends, enough hobbies to fill your free time - nothing was getting in the way of your amazing life.
When you had first moved to LA, you couldn’t afford to live alone. So, you went on craiglist and found a girl around your age who had also just moved there and was looking for someone to take the other room of her apartment. You didn’t even think twice about it, and that’s how Kacey came into your life.
You were quick friends. You guys did everything together. Explored, learned, met new people, tried new things, everything. And it was amazing, Kacey was amazing. You couldn’t have asked for a better roommate or best friend.
At this point, being in LA for a year, you guys have settled in more. You have your favorite restaurants, beaches, stores, hikes. You even have a group of amazing people you were more than happy to call your close friends. They were reliable, funny, and honest, which is not always easy to find so fast in a city like LA.
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