matching: g.d
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
it’s late at night when your phone lights up on your bedside table signalling a text. you let your grin spread across your face when you see who’s interrupting your best efforts to fall to sleep. baby gray ♡ 2:07 what are you wearing tomorrow???
you snort a laugh, grabbing your phone and rolling onto your back so you can reply.
y/n 2:09 babe, the line is usually what are you wearing rn X
you give the charger cord a slight tug so you can get comfortable and press send. you can’t help the giggle that overcomes you as you think about your bizarro boyfriend laid in bed texting you about tomorrow’s outfit choice. for the life of you, you can’t work out his motive. your rub your hand over your eyes as your phone lights up on your chest.
baby gray ♡ 2:10 ha ha
baby gray ♡ 2:10 was just wondering if you were thinkin those new black jeans or smthng else x
no clearer as to why your boyfriend’s texting you about this at this hour, you decide to be direct.
y/n 2:11 wtf???
baby gray ♡ 2:11 just don’t want you to be too hot or cold or whatever x
y/n 2:12 appreciate the concern babe but i’m a big girl - i think i’ll manage to find something to wear to breakfast all by myself. you’re so cute x
baby gray ♡ 2:12 ok luv u xxxxxx
you reply with a quick ‘love you too, get some sleep’ and throw your phone back onto your bedside table when you see the read notification. you spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, annoyed with yourself that you can’t quite get your head around what gray was trying to achieve there.
the boys have asked you to accompany them on a quick trip to colorado for a photoshoot and some snowboarding fun. the flight you’re all booked on is super early so you’ve all agreed to meet at the airport at 5:15 ready for your flight. by the time you’d snoozed your alarm three times and finally pulled yourself out of bed at 4:00, you’d literally thrown on the nearest outfit and run out of the door. at 5:30, you arrived at the airport to the small group of people waiting for you. you immediately accept gray’s hug, abandon your carry on case and snuggle into his side. you’re not good at early mornings and the soft smile on his face and how he kisses the top of your head gently is his way of showing that he knows this well. your eyes start to close at the feel of gray’s soft sweatshirt under your head until your hear ethan’s giggles behind you. you feel grayson’s head lift off the top of yours and then hear a blunt, “what?” escape his lips. “nah, nothin’. just wondering if you guys had planned this is all,” E replies, gesturing to you two whilst clearly taking pictures on his phone. you look up with furrowed eyebrows and then glance at yourself and gray. oh. you mumble a quiet, “no, no. not planned. embarrassing though,” as you pull away and grab your carry on, huffing a laugh at how hilarious the others seemed to find this situation.
in your hurry the hour before, you’d pulled on light grey sweats and a light grey hoodie, throwing on the shoes that happened to be closest to the door. clearly, your boyfriend had done pretty much the same thing and had ended up in a matching grey hoodie and sweatpants.
noting your embarrassment, gray speaks: “clearly it’s not planned you ass hat - our shoes don’t match. we’re expert planners, do you think we’d have left that detail out?”
the group guffaws in laughter as you plant your face back into your boyfriend’s side. you all make your way through check in and security, meeting gray’s eyes when you have to take your shoes off and you see you’ve both chosen white vans socks.
your slight blush returns and he sends a wink in your direction with a mumbled, “we’ve just got impeccable taste, baby,” and then a swift, “fuck off, you’re just jealous you’re not part of our team,” in E’s direction when he too notices your additional match.
when you’re sat on the plane just before take off, you smile when gray insists on taking a pic of you both to document your outfits. when gray mutters quietly, “just in case you don’t let us match again,” just before he takes the pic, you get an idea.
it’s christmas eve back in the jersey dolan household. the house is packed with family and friends that want to join in the festivities and between eating your body weight in snacks and playing hundreds of different games with a whole range of cousins, you finally all settle down in the evening to watch a film.
you’re sandwiched on the couch between grayson and ethan, sharing popcorn but not really getting a look in as the boys eat it all so quickly. about half way through the film, gray starts fidgeting at the side of you. you ignore it at first, then when it continues, you shoot him an eyebrow raise as if to say, ‘what’s up?’ he starts to reply then when he gets shushed by the cousin sat on the floor at his feet, he leans across to whisper to you, “think i’ve eaten too much. my freakin’ jeans are so tight.”
you breathe out a laugh, careful not to disturb the avid film viewers. he joins in with you and then whispers, “think i’m gonna have to change,” he explains before making a move to get up. without thinking, you tug on his arm before he can get too far and say (not quite as quietly as you meant to), “hey, how about an early christmas present?” you blush again and shake your head as ethan and a few of gray’s uncles all hear you and shout a chorus of ayyys and “get it, gray!” across the room at you.
you’re quietly mortified as you jump up and say, “no! no! just… just come and see,” pulling on gray’s hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours and smacks the back of ethan’s head as he passes just for good measure.
as you reach his childhood bedroom, you let go of his hand and root in your suitcase to find a perfect wrapped present. “oh, you really meant an actual present then?” he cheekily says, winking at you when he sees the tell tale blush cover the tops of your cheeks. how he loves that blush. you roll your eyes and whisper, “c’mere,” and pat the space next to you on the bed. as soon as he’s sat down, you shove the gift into his hands and wrap your arms around yourself in sudden nervousness. was this a stupid idea?
your sudden worries left your mind pretty quickly as gray ripped the wrapping paper away and shot you a look of disbelief. “you didn’t…” he whispers around a huge grin. “did you actually…?” he asks as he holds up two pairs of matching red, plaid pjs. “well, i kinda figured out that you like to match so i thought…” you started before you were tackled back on to the bed covers. “this is the fuckin’ best present ever! they’ve got our initials on, too? these are dope! quick, get changed and put ‘em on!” he shouts and starts stripping off, groaning when he finally rids himself of the too tight jeans. when you’re both finally stood in your matching pjs, the look of pure joy on gray’s face melts your heart. “i love you, i can’t believe you worked out how much i love matching with you. thank you so much for doing this for me,” he says sincerely, not quite able to wipe the excitement from his eyes. “anything for you baby gray,” you smile. “what the fuck is the matching about anyway?” you ask bluntly with a cheeky grin on your face. he groans and leans forward hide his face in your neck. you tap him twice on his temple and whisper, “come on, share the quirks,” reassuringly. he looks up at you and sighs, accepting the fact he’s just going to have to be honest. “i dunno,” he starts to confess. “i’ve just always liked feeling like i’m a part of something. y’know, that team mentality. i’ve always looked like E so that automatically makes us a team but with you, i dunno, i just like that feeling that we’re on the same page, i guess.” you smile gently at him, “like we belong to each other?” his shyness fades slowly as he begins nodding his head. “yeah, exactly like that. and now everyone knows it ‘cause we’re the only ones in matching pjs. let’s go show them off and make them jealous,” he says, dragging you close to him and planting a soft kiss on your lips, then your cheeks, then your nose and finally your forehead. “can’t wait to make you an official part of team dolan one day,” he whispers just before he yanks you out of his room to show off his girl and their matching outfits to his adoring family.
