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impaladolan · 2 years

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ethan and kristina have a newborn baby and grayson is so jealous bc he just wants to be a dad. he’s begging you every minute of everyday

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; he’ll be such an awesome father 🥺

Daddy Blues:

“Look at her little mouth and her little toes!” Elated, Grayson yelped at the adorable baby giggling in his lap. His eyes were all big and full of excitement, his cheeks rosy with nothing but raw and never ending love for the new addition to the Dolan family.

You’d think it to be his own daughter, the way he helped out and stayed around to feed and hold her, often rocking her into a much needed slumber. He hadn’t missed a day of seeing her for two and a half weeks, and by association, neither had Y/N.

She too was effortlessly taken aback by the darling infant. More so, she was in awe of Grayson’s excitement. She was already counting down the hours before he’d ask for his own child, something he’s been looking forward to for majority of his life.

He really didn’t have to ask at first.

One evening, the two of you were alone in the nursery with Ana, letting E and Kristina enjoy a night out without a crying baby. Grayson was swaying in the rocking chair while you leaned against the crib, admiring the two. The hours of counting turned to milliseconds; he simply looked up with knowing eyes.

And you blushed.

“Think about it, Y/N. Never ending happiness for the rest of our lives.” He looked back down at Ana, his cheeks turning a soft red too.

“That— And hardly any sleep.” You, as quietly as you could, half-heartedly chuckled.

“We can do that when we’re retired.” He smiled wide, excitement just oozing from his aura.

“I’ll consider, but don’t give your hopes up Mr.” You joined him in his gaze at the beloved baby girl, your heart sinking in the best, overwhelming ways.

Two days later, on your way home from Ethan and Kristina’s, he asked again.

“You’d be the cutest, most adorable pregnant women anyone’s ever seen! I know it.” He was driving, his grin ear to ear and his eyes bright.

“That’s nine months of no caffeine, Grayson. Not something I can willfully give up just yet.”

“You can have some, just not as much as you usually do.” He chimes. He’s probably read all the rules and guidelines to having your own kid by now.

“Let’s just wait for a minute, Gray. I don’t want to jump into this quite yet.”

Grayson adhered to your wishes, holding himself back for another two weeks, though you could tell he was busting from the seams.

“If we have kids now, you’ll be the young, cool mom and we may even have great-grandkids.” He informed from his seat on the sofa next to you. You set down your enthralling book to give him one of those looks.

“I’d be the cool mom anyway, young and old!”

“Okay, okay.”

Twenty minutes went by, and he looked up from his phone again.

“You could teach them how to read…” He bumped your leg, withdrawing you from your book yet again. This time, you raised your brow and dipped your chin.

“And how to stay quiet when someone’s reading!”

Another few weeks had gone by, the days truly dragging on for Grayson. It wasn’t until you woke early one morning, feeling refreshed from your night of sleep, that you invited the thought of raising children with Grayson.

It’d be wonderful chaos.

The perfect mix of grace and crazy, which is what anyone could only ask for. He’d be a great father too. The thought made you all warm inside, sharing an endless bond with the man you married.

You sweetly shook him awake, laying light kisses upon his jaw. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled, laughing lowly from your ticklish gestures.

“Morning, baby.” His voice was low and gravely.

“Speaking of..” You sat back up, beginning to fiddle with your fingers.

“I’ve been thinking, and..”

“You want to?!” He sat up faster than you expected, his hands found yours and he clasped them together in exhilaration.

You simply nodded, and he wrapped his arms around you in triumph. He pulled you tight to him, chuckling in a boyish way that made you giggle too.

“Let’s get to work then, shall we?” He wiggled his brows, making you laugh aloud.

(a/n pt. 2 : slowly, but surely i will get these asks finished up! again, sorry to disappear.. i also have a series in the works.. another mafia goodie haha..)

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #dt #grayson x reader #sweet anon #grayson imagine #grayson #dolan twins #graysondolan #ily #impaladolan #grayson fluff #blurb alert!

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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year

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Before the end of May, last year, the Dolan twins never saw themselves becoming correspondents on the reboot of MTV’s TRL… let alone doing it at seven (G) and nine (E) months pregnant, respectively. This past year has been chocked full of unexpected surprises for the boys — all beginning in early August, when Ethan found out that he was carrying his girlfriend’s baby. The twins had never been more excited about anything in their lives — Ethan, to finally become a dad, and his brother, to be an uncle — that is, until Grayson got himself knocked up too, less than two months later. Having just been offered their positions as correspondents on the returning TV program, and still at the height of their YouTube stardom, things were starting to look up for the Dolan Twins, as a brand… and now, nearly a year later — with their bellies all swollen with babies — the boys have never felt better.

#starry eyes #quick write #mpreg edit #dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan belly/tummy #grayson dolan mpreg #ethan dolan #ethan dolan belly/tummy #ethan dolan mpreg #mpreg fic #✨they look so cute with baby bumps✨#✨shhhh… there are babies in there✨

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baby-grayson · 2 years

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Cat’s Masterlist!

-requests are open for fluff, angst, sequels, all kinds of ideas!

-current muses (feel free to request someone outside of this list): wilbur soot, awesamdude, dream, foolish games, dolan twins

Wilbur Soot (prepare for lots of fluff):

single dad wilbur

sleepy saturday morning with will and his little girl

your new (fake) boyfriend

late night wilbur

campfire vibes with boyfriend wilbur

arcade day with drunk wilbur

meeting wilbur on an airplane

Grayson Dolan

Kind Stranger Masterlist (two volume fic that became my baby for a year and is the thing i am most proud of)

Football Gray Masterlist (giant concept train)

#wilbur soot #awesamdude #dream #foolishgames #grayon dolan #ethan dolan #fanfic #dsmp #writer #masterlist #mcyt #requests open #ask me to write for you #i love concept trains #i love writing people silly little meet cute fluffy blurbs

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sexymase · 9 months

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Stop 😭 I saw the Dolan twins on “tour” years ago and it was so unorganized. But alex aiono (I think that’s how you spell his name? Wonder what he’s up to now) and that was the only good part of the night

Omg I remember alex he was a singer right? I loved how chaotic they were, grayson always being the dad of the two😂 I hope they didn’t remove their videos might binge them later

#dolan twins

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mindofharry · 3 years

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Garden Song

chapter 1 - motion sickness

It’s been two years since the divorce between Julie and Grayson. A lot has changed. Grayson wants Julie more than ever. Will she take him back?

TW: some of the stuff mentioned in this series might trigger some people. please don’t read if you get triggered easily!

“You need to leave before the boys wake up” Julie mumbled and Grayson nipped at her neck. It wasn’t meant to happen, not in this way. They got carried away — Julie was upset because of Ethan and Grayson just wanted to comfort her. So three episodes of Brooklyn nine-nine and a whole bottle of wine later, they ended up in Julies bed naked and somewhat embarrassed. It wasn’t the first time something like this happened, the night Ethan broke up with Julie, she went straight to Grayson. She didn’t even think which was why she was so frustrated.

Grayson put Julie through hell and back. With his cheating, drinking and just being a total dickhead. She’s been trying to distance herself in the nicest way possible. As you can tell, it’s not going very well.

“Hmm, i know you don’t want me to” Grayson hummed kissing down her neck.

“I don’t want you to leave, but sebastian knows what sex is. No lying anymore” Julie said with a smirk, Grayson groaned and rolled onto the ‘his’ side of the bed. It was weird for him to even say that, but he stays over here more than he does his own home. It’s safe to say, it’s his side of the bed. He wished Julie would let him stay in bed with her, instead of worrying about the boys. Julie is constantly worrying about Alexander and Sebastian, even more than she probably should.

She just doesn’t want them to get hurt again. And instead of talking with the boys and her therapist — she’s keeping it all inside and projecting it on other people. Luckily she’s made some good friends, so they know all the shit Grayson put her through. Julie met Sarah a couple months ago at a parent teacher meeting. Alexander bit her son — he’s going through a biting phase. Of course Sarah thought it was the funniest thing in the world, and now they’re both best friends. The same with Alexander and Sarah’s daughter Maria. Alexander gets all blushy around her which is the cutest thing.

Sarah would all kill Julie if she found out she was sleeping with the enemy (the enemy being grayson). Julie had too much whine, and sarah was talking about her divorce, and all it just sort of slipped out. It felt good to have another person to talk to.

“i’ll go make breakfast then?” he asked and Julie nodded getting up and pulling her silk dressing gown over her naked body. Grayson was sat up in the bed, watching her every move. “you’re undeniably sexy, you know that?” Grayson said pulling his boxers on.

Julie grinned and leaned against the bathroom door. “you’ve told me once or twice”.

Grayson sighed to himself in content as Julie hopped in the shower. He got up, only his boxers, all of his muscles and tattoos on show. He went downstairs and went straight to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. He had major deja vu. All the fights, the sex, the cheating — this kitchen had seen it all. Grayson is surprised that Julie didn’t just up and leave, he really wouldn’t of opposed at all. She deserved a happy ending, and Grayson really thought that was with Ethan.

Everyone thought that Ethan and Julie were meant to be after Grayson. That they would get married and do better.

But it was just so much worse.

No Ethan didn’t cheat or abuse her emotionally. But he promised. He promised Julie so many things, a happy life was one of them and that just didn’t happen. The first job that was thrown his way, he took it and left without so much of explanation. He just came home from the current job he had, ate the dinner Julie and the boys made him and then told Julie that night that he was leaving because he just couldn’t handle the pressure of being a dad and having a full time job he didn’t love. Of course, Julie was upset — she went straight to the person who fucking cheated on her, that’s how messed up she was after what Ethan did. And the fact that it wasn’t just for a job, it was because he wasn’t able to look after children.

Ethan promised marriage, more kids, a new home. And he gave shit, just like his brother. The Dolan twins were a drug, and Julie apparently just couldn’t get enough.

“Daddy?” a voice called out by the kitchen door. Grayson turned around with a big green to his youngest boy, Alexander. He had gotten so big after the last two years, his curls more prominent and god was he a tall five year old. Don’t get Grayson started on Sebastian — he’s like the tallest 10 year old Grayson’s ever seen. Julie always said they take after their daddy in that department.

“Hi, baby. You wanna help daddy make some pancakes for mama and Seb?” Grayson asked flipping a pancake over. Alexander nodded quickly with a smile and ran over to his dad, his favourite pink blanket now on the floor. He put his hands up, and Grayson lifted him up resting him on his hip. Julie raised such good boys, always wanting a cuddle, kiss or hug. Always listening and never fighting. The most mature boys ever. She a really good job, Grayson wished he was around more during those times.

“What are you doing up so early, little man?” Grayson asked and Alexander shrugged. “Heard you and mama” he said and Grayson pouted.

“Did we wake you?”

Alexander nodded resting his head in Grayson’s chest. “you can sleep some more” Grayson murmured kissing his forehead and continued making breakfast. About ten minutes later, alexander was up again helping grayson set the table for breakfast. “good job, buddy” Grayson grinned messing up Alexander’s hair.

Julie walked down the stairs hand in hand with Sebastian, she could smell the pancakes and coffee already. She missed having someone do this for her and the boys.

“Hey, honey” Grayson said as he saw Julie and Sebastian coming through the kitchen.

honey? that’s new.

Sebastian grinned and hugged his dad before sitting down beside his brother and digging into his pancakes. Julie walked over to grayson who was leaning against the island, drinking his coffee — still shirtless. She smirked and stood beside him.

“why don’t you stay over again tonight?” She asked and grayson smirked placing a hand on her hip. Julie bit her lip and tried to keep her breathing in check. “i’m going to fuck you so hard, Julie Dolan” grayson mumbled kissing her neck before walking off to the boys.

Julie blushed and placed her hand on her forehead. Was she flustered or nauseous? Maybe her period was on the way.

Her period..... shit. Julie opened her phone and looked at her calendar counting the weeks down.

She had missed her period. Fuck, this isn’t happening. Just went things with grayson were getting good. This has to happened — a pregnancy scare. God really was testing her. Everything was just going so well, there was no stress. They boys are happy in school and at home, they laugh and smile and they rarely cry anymore. Grayson is nicer, less stressed and such a good dad. And julie, julie is feeling amazing, like she was doing something good and right with her life. She had friends, she’s on the parents council, her and grayson have a good relationship and the boys are better than ever.

Why does this have to happen? They don’t need a pregnancy scare right now.

If she was pregnant, she knows it grayson’s as she’s only had sex with him for the past two months. Not consistently — but he is the only one shes been with since ethan.

“Mama?” Alexander called out making julie put down her phone and put on her biggest smile.

“Coming” Julie said taking the coffee Grayson made her over to the dining table where her boys are. Grayson was confused and gave her a look, but julie just smiled shaking her head.

“Eat it up, pumpkin” Julie said pushing Sebastians curls away from his eyes. Grayson smiled looking at his little family. Maybe this time, he’d get them back. No olivia, no drinking, no ethan and no surprises.

Nothing is going to get in the way of him and julie getting back together.

Sebastian and Alexander decided to spend the day with their friends down the road. They have their cousins up for the weekend so they’re having a bit of a party. Julie and Grayson want them to be out and making friends, so of course they let them go. Sebastian was a little clingy, but Alexander is a little heartbreaker. But once Sebastian saw the bouncy castle, he was ok for you and grayson to leave.

Meaning you and grayson had the house to yourselves for a couple hours.

“We’ve got the house to ourself” Julie said as she walked upstairs. Grayson followed after her like a lost puppy.

“Why don’t we take advantage of that?”

Julie took off her dress, dropping it to the ground before leaning on the bed only her matching underwear set, red, just how grayson liked it. Grayson raised an eyebrow and walked over to Julie standing in between her legs. He bent down and placed his lips on hers, Julie whimpered at his touch.

“I bet you’re already soaked” Grayson whispered dropping his hand to her panties, pulling them down. He hummed to himself as he saw her pussy glistening.

“I was right” He smirked as he watched Julie squirm. “touch me” she begged and grayson laughed to himself.

“You don’t tell me what to do” Grayson stated moving away from julie. “Now strip down and move up the bed” He said and Julie nodded quickly undoing her bra and kicking off her underwear that was already by her ankles. She felt herself down her thighs, god she needed him so much. Grayson took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his black boxers, he crawled up Julies body on all fours, when he reached her stomach he placed a kiss at her belly button, then licked all the way up to her breasts.

Julie felt so vulnerable, somehow Grayson could feel that. So he pecked her lips and whispered “you’re beautiful” Julie smiled and pecked his lips. Grayson kissed down her stomach and finally, he was paying attention to Julies sex. “Well, hello” He mumbled, his breath hitting off of her core making julie moan. He parted her legs even more and buried his head in between them, kissing your thighs and stomach.

“you’re so fucking wet for me, baby” Grayson moaned as he slowly ran a finger up her slit. Julie moaned and bucked her hips at his touch. Grayson smirked at julie as began to rub the smallest, softest circles on her clit.

“Please....” Julie moaned and grayson looked up with a grin.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me”

Grayson pressed himself further into julies body, julie felt his boner through his tight boxers. “i need you gray” Julie whimpered and that was enough for him. He pulled his boxers off, nearly falling off the bed to get the condoms from the bedside tables. Once he was ready, he smirked at julie teasing her nipples a little.

Grayson placed a kiss on her lips, before easing himself into her. Julie grabbed onto his broad shoulders pushing him deeper into her. “Fuck, Jules” Grayson moaned his head falling back. Julie took this as her opportunity to turn them around so she was on top.

“Always knew you were a secret dom” Grayson teased, making julie giggle. She eased graysons cock back into her, letting out a loud moan as she began to move up and down on his cock. “fuck, faster julie” Grayson moaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “so good” Julie moaned and Grayson nodded pulling her over so he was on top again. One leg was on his shoulder, the other laying on the bed. Grayson picked up the pace, making Julie scream out loud, becoming dizzy.

“I’m gonna cum” She moaned and grayson nodded pounding into her.

“Come on, baby, cum with me”

After both coming down from their climaxes, they both laughed and grayson was in Julies arms. “This is nice” Julie said running her fingers through his messy hair. Grayson nodded a kissed her chest.

“I miss us�� Grayson admitted and Julie fit a sharp pain in her stomach, nerves? Butterflies?

No, she was going to throw up. She pushed grayson off of her and ran to the bathroom, spilling her breakfast into the toilet. No, No, this isn’t happening. She is not pregnant, she’s not letting this ruin her relationship.

Grayson picked up his shirt a brought it in with him. Julie was still puking her guts out, so he just put her hair up in a hair band (the best he could) and rubbed her back. She groaned into the toilet, sitting down fully. Grayson put the shower on and helped her in it.

“You ok?” He asked washing her hair. Julie nodded smiling “think it was your pancake mix” she teased and grayson rolled his eyes washing the shampoo out of her hair. He knew her full routine — she has a lot of hair and she likes to look after it. Grayson made sure her learnt it so he could wash her hair for her when she was sick or tired.

He knew it would come in hand one day.

“I think i ate something off, last night. Haven’t done the food shop yet” She explained, not completely lying. Grayson nodded and continued to wash her hair. “I have to head home tonight to get some work done, but i can help you with the food shop tomorrow?” he asked and julie smiled at the offer.

“That would be nice, gray”

They stayed in the shower for a little while longer, just enjoying each other’s company. Grayson had to leave, but he kissed her goodbye and promised he be here early tomorrow morning and not to move a muscle, he didn’t need her puking again. Julie had a glow about her, she smiled and wore her dresses again. Her hair was looked after and her skin looked amazing. And it was such stupid silly things, but it meant the world to her. Even last year, a year after the divorce, she still didn’t feel herself.

Julie felt amazing.

After getting dressed again, she picked up her phone and called sarah.

“Hey, i need you to pick me up something”

“yeah, for sure. What do you need?” Sarah asked and Julie closed her eyes leaning against the door.

“A pregnancy test”

Sarah didn’t say anything for a few second before, nodding to herself. “I’ll be there in 10. you’ll be ok, whatever the news” Sarah reassured before hanging up. Julie dropped her phone on the bed, sighing to herself. She found herself looking in the mirror, imagining how she would look with a little bump now after changing so much.

Stay positive - pun no intended.

Sarah arrived 10 minutes later as she promised pulling out a chocolate bar and a pregnancy test. Julie smiled pulling her friend into a hug. “Thank you for doing this” Julie said and sarah nodded squeezing her friend. “Of course, Jules, i’d do anything for you” She whispered and pulled away.

“Now go take the test. And i’m here, whether it’s negative or not”

Julie walked into the bathroom and took the test, setting 3 minutes timer on her phone. She remembers doing this with alexander and sebastian, she was 19 and 21 if she remembers correctly. And she had no friends, barely had a husband. She was so alone. This time, she has mountains of people and it really doesn’t make her feel any better. Julie was a only teenager when she felt pregnant with sebastian, she planned to go to college and get her dream job. Get a big, huge home and then get married. Julie took that pregnancy test in a gas station, by herself. And she cried all night after finding out, set on getting an abortion. But grayson convinced her to keep the baby — they would be a happy family, together.

Well, now she’s a mom to two kids, divorced, sleeping with her ex husband and had sex with his brother multiple times. Life really couldn’t get any better for Julie Dolan.

3 minutes ended and she was too scared to look at the test. “Sarah, can you please just read it” Julie cried and sarah quickly came into the bathroom and looked down at the test.

“You’re pregnant, Julie”

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anusha-swritings · 2 years

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Now We Meet.....G.D.

//Gif doesn't belong to me // credits to owner // happens to be one of my favorite writers//

Summary: Grayson, runs into y/n when shopping with Ethan and Bella. 2 months into dating y/n.

Grayson Dolan Masterlist

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Walking through the grocery store in Pasadena, y/n is reminded of why her relationship is private seeing 4 girls in DT merch in the last 20 mins. She turns down the vegan aisle to look for something to keep in her house for when Grayson comes over.

She turns down the aisle bumping into someone. “Sorry.” She stops realizing it's her boyfriend. “It’s fine.” He replies seeing her recognizing him hoping he didn't run into another fan. “How are you?” she asks, “Where is Bella?” He scowls for a moment, how did this fan know about Bella? When he looks at her again he realizes he’s looking at his twin girlfriend. When she looks him in the eye she notices the mole is gone, the hair is different, and the voice was just wrong. Ethan, she's talking to his brother. Ethan, not knowing she realizes who she's talking to, decides to mess with her.

“Come on, give me a hug babe” Ethan jokes, trying to get her confused but especially by the comment, she knows it's Ethan and decides to poke fun back. “Wow Grayson your hair looks different, and you look an inch shorter!” She leans away. “I liked the hair better before you kinda look weird now.” Ethan scowls completely offended before she cracks a smile, then bursts our niggling at his furrowed brows. “I’m kidding. ‘M sorry I didn't mean to offend you. You’re Ethan right? I’m y/n.”

“Yeah.” Ethan replies still sort of hurt by the comment. “Why’d you have to say that?” He pouted, running a hand through his hair. “Why’d you pretend to be grayson?” He sighs, then laughs too. “Fair, fair.” Just then Grayson turns down the aisle pushing a cart full of vegan “junk” food, Bella playing peacefully with a doll in her seat in the cart. “Ethan I told you it’s not in this aisle-” He is cut off at the sight of his girlfriend talking to his twin. “Shi-” he starts before Bella cuts him off with a “Dada!” Y/n giggles at Bella’s antics, always keeping her dad straight.

Grayson sighs anyway, running a hand over his face. “Well I see you two have met?” Ethan walks over to his brother, “Nope just another fan.” He then leans into his brother's ear “I think she likes you.”

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graysonsbailey · 4 years

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#grayson dolan #dolan twins #*#g:g #*gif #v: planning for my girlfriend to move in #DAD 🥺

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darlindolan · 3 years

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Baby...

// a/n - Hi guys! This is my first fic and it's a very fluffy piece. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it.

You woke up to the sun shining, the birds chirping and your amazing boyfriend, Grayson, next to you. It seemed as though it would be a lovely day, that was until you felt a sick feeling in your stomach. Quicker than your feet could take you, you ran to the bathroom and threw up the remainder of last nights meal. Grayson, being the light sleeper that he is, heard you immediately and followed you worriedly.

'Babe, you ok?' Grayson asked. You would have answered if you weren't still curled up over the toilet. Once you had finally finished, you slowly sat down and met Grayson's worried eyes. 'Yeah, I'm ok I think, must have eaten something funny last night'. Although Grayson wasn't convinced, he let it slide knowing you must be feeling like shit.

A few hours later, whilst Gray was outside cutting wood for his latest project, you were in the car on the way to get 'coffee' for you, kris and the twins. Little did they know, the main reason for your trip was to buy a pregnancy test. You had been feeling rough over the last few weeks but brushed it off as a cold. You had only recently started to throw up, leading you to believe that you may be pregnant. When you got to the pharmacy, you bought 4 pregnancy tests, 'can never be too sure' you thought. After you bought them, you got to the car and made your way to the Starbucks drive through to get the coffees for everyone, yours being decaf of course.

A little while later, about 15 minutes, you arrived home, gave everyone their coffees and speed walked to yours and Grays shared bathroom. Once you got in there, you drank your coffee as fast as you could so that you could take the tests. Finally, after about 5 minutes, you needed to pee (desperately). After taking all four of the tests, you nervously waited on the toilet seat for the 5-minute timer to go off.

After what felt like forever, the timer finally went off and it was time for you to find out whether or not you and Gray were going to become parents. Flipping all of them over at the same time, you couldn't believe your eyes. Right in front of you laid 4 positive pregnancy tests. You were so happy that you were crying without even realising it. As if it was an instinct, the first thing you did was call Gray. 'Gray, come here, quick please!'. Within a matter of seconds, you hear his heavy footsteps running towards you. 'What baby? is everything ok? are you hurt? why are you crying?'.

'I have something to show you' you blubbered out. 'what? what is it ba-' that was when he saw them. Four pregnancy tests that all said positive. 'Baby, y/n, are you for real?' Gray said with tears streaming down his face. 'mhm, your gonna be a daddy!' you said, giggling with joy. 'I'm gonna be a dad? IM GONNA BE A FATHER'. As if on cue, E and Kris came rushing in to find you in Gray's arms crying and laughing at the happy news.

a/n - Hi guys! I hope you liked this fluffy piece, it is my first fic so if you have any tips, I would be so grateful! Please send in requests for me to write, and I hope you have an amazing evening and weekend.

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #dad!grayson #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan imagine #dolan twins #grayson blurb

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spookysanta · 3 years

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bike ride. (G.D.) (blurb)

Summary: gigi and her daddy sneak a bike ride while her mama’s at work.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: bad writing, v short

helloooooo :) just a quick cute lil post to officially end my hiatus. enjoy!

a big thank you to @not-gbd for sending me this adorable concept.

UNEDITED

“Bunny, I need you to listen to me, okay?” Grayson knelt in front of the little girl that sat at the edge of the couch, a thick plastic helmet adorning her head. “This is important.”

“Portant. Okay, daddy.” She nodded.

“So, we’re going to try something new today.” He fastened the kneepads to her body, making sure the Velcro wrapped around her knees tight, but not too tight. “Daddy got you a bike.”

“Bike?” She gasped. “Is it pink?”

“It is pink, cookie.” He laughed, picking her up and setting her to stand on the floor. “You wanna ride your bike?”

“Yesyesyes!”

“Okay, so here’s what’s gonna happen, honey, and this is the important part—mama doesn’t know about the bike. So we’re gonna ride it while she’s at work, but we can’t tell her it’s here.”

“Why no, daddy?” That was weird in her mind. Mama knows everything. Well, at least, that’s what Gigi was under the impression of—in reality, little girl and her dad get into most of their hijinks when her mama isn’t at home.

(Y/N) and Grayson have had the conversation about Gigi getting a bike, and they—well, she—came to the conclusion that their daughter didn’t need a bike because she was still too small.

(Y/N) was terrified of the idea of Gia riding down the sidewalk and losing control of her feet on the pedals, then an injury happens, and…it’s an unneeded stressor in their lives.

But Grayson thought, she’s a kid, she’s bound to get hurt, and a skinned elbow or two will build character. So last week when he went out to the tires rotated on his Porsche, he bought the toddler a bike and hid it in the shed.

“Because… it’s a surprise.” He shrugged. Sure, that’ll do.

“Oooooh. I like dat, daddy. Prise mama.”

The pair walked—well, as much walking as Gia could do with bright pink kneepads—to the front of the house, where a sickeningly pink training bike sat. It had matching pink ribbons dangling from the handlebars and an iridescent pouch attached to the front. There were white training wheels attached to the back wheel of the bike, which he was certain she wouldn’t enjoy but would (obviously) need.

“Bike’s pretty, daddy!” She cheered, hopping from foot to foot with excitement. She ran to it and sat herself on the seat.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Mhm. Like Barbie.”

“Well, let’s get you situated, and we can ride down the block together, how’s that sound?”

She nodded happily. “Okay!”

He dug up his bike from the depths of the garage—and the depths it was in, the bike was shoved away after he decided to make the garage his building station—and put on his helmet. He got Gigi onto her bike and made sure she was comfortable, then got on his. He closed the garage and opened the security gate for them to ride down the street of Downtown Los Angeles.

“Fun, daddy!” She shouted as she rode in front of him on the sidewalk. She giggled as the breeze flew through her curly mane.

“It is fun, baby,” he agreed with a chuckle, “keep pedalin’, cookie, I’m gonna get ya!”

She squealed and pedaled faster, but not so fast that her daddy couldn’t keep up with her.

But what he didn’t notice while watching her, was his baby blue Porsche—driven by his wife, who he was trying to avoid—drive past them in the opposite direction. Her eyes squinted at them as she slowed down, making sure that she did, in fact, see her husband and daughter riding down the block.

The two of them stopped at the corner of the sidewalk. “Hold on, baby.” He gently grabbed her arm to keep her still, pulling his ringing phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. “Mama’s calling.”

“Ooh.”

He answered the call. “Hey, honey.”

“Where are you?” She replied, disregarding his greeting.

“We’re out.... on a walk.” Did she see us? He thought.

Of course she did, but she wasn’t going to let him know that right now. “A walk.” She repeated. “Okay, just checking.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m on my way home, that’s all. I wanted to see what you wanted for dinner.”

“Whatever’s fine.” He shrugged.

“Where’s cookie?”

“Hang on, I’ll pass her the phone.” He handed the phone to the toddler.

“Hi, mama!”

“Hi, my love. How are you?”

“Fine. Out with daddy.”

“Really?”

He pleaded in his mind for her to not spill the beans, because he didn’t want to hear from (Y/N) about how he went behind her back to buy Gia a bike. “Yup.”

“That’s good, bunny. Have fun with daddy and I’ll see you when you get home, okay?”

“Kay, mama. Lub you.”

“I love you, too, bug.”

Gigi passed the phone back to Grayson. “Here, daddy.”

He put the phone to his ear. “So I’ll see you in a bit?”

“Mhm. You’ll see me alright.”

Uh-oh.

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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idk if your taking concepts buttttt 👀 i wholeheartedly believe that if you told gray you were feeling insecure ab the way you looked and just felt overall he would stick a bunch of post-its on the bathroom mirror with a bunch of cute little messages and positive affirmations to remind you how loved and beautiful you are :’)))

Omg he sooo would I love that.

He catches you picking at your insecure areas and huffing at your reflection on your final outfit check as you leave for work. It doesn’t help when he’s in the background of the mirror, shirtless and sweaty and shredded after his morning workout. You accept his quick peck on the lips goodbye as you hurry out of the bathroom for the day, leaving him pondering about how he might be able to make you feel better.

You return home after a long ass day, kicking your shoes off by the front door with a relieved sigh to finally be home. You’re about to toss your keys in the little dish on the entryway table when you notice a hot pink post-it note in the bottom of the bowl. You pick it up and see it scrawled with Grayson’s handwriting.

Welcome home baby. I hope your day was as beautiful as you

It’s punctuated with a little smiley face, and you can’t help the grin that overtakes your own mouth. He’s never left you a note like that before, and, sentimental hoarded that you are, you think about where you might keep it for safekeeping.

You toss your purse on the kitchen counter, and to your surprise another little pink piece of paper glares at you from the stark white of the marble.

Can’t wait to see your pretty face. I missed you!

You shake your head and look at the note again; he’s absolutely unreal. “Grayson?” you call out to the quiet house, wondering where he might be as you stick the post-it on your hand to join the other.

You walk the path to his bedroom, hoping to find him relaxing in bed before dinner, but are disappointed to find that room empty too. With a shrug, you tuck the notes into the drawer of your nightstand and decide to use the alone time to get out of your work clothes and relax in a nice body shower, just to wash the day and your makeup off.

Clothes tossed into the hamper in the corner of your bedroom, you’re just down to your underwear by the time you step into the adjoining bathroom, and stop dead in your tracks when you see pink squares littering the mirror. You walk up slowly to them, almost in disbelief when you pick one up and read ‘can’t believe you’re mine’ scribbled in his neatest penmanship.

“No shit,” you mumble to yourself, thinking the exact same thing about him as you shake your head and stick it neatly on the counter.

Before you can remove the next one, you’re startled by Grayson’s deep voice.

“Did you read them all, yet?”

You jump and whip around to see him leaning against the doorframe, looking almost the same as when you left him this morning, only having just completed his evening workout rather than his morning one.

He also looks a little shy, like he’s almost embarrassed by the softness in your expression as you assume the rest of the notes are similar praises.

“No, not yet. Gray, I don’t deserve you, seriously,” you whine with a little pout, crossing your arms over your middle without even realizing.

He shakes his head and starts walking to you, taking your wrists in his hands and prying them away from yourself to wrap around his slightly sweaty neck. “Yes, you do,” he challenges, eyes locking with yours. “That’s exactly why I wrote all of these.”

Grayson spins you around and walks you closer to the bathroom counter so you’re as close to the mirror as you can get. He keeps your back close to his chest as he ducks his head down to your ear, his breath tickling your skin when he whispers, “Read them. Out loud. I want you to hear them.”

Your eyes catch his in the mirror, bright and hazel green beneath the snaps of his backwards baseball cap, and you swallow as a heady mix of love and arousal fills your blood. Especially when his fingers start toying with the clasp of your bra right as you start to speak.

“Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He hums in agreement with the words you say, the words he wrote for you, and deftly unhooks the clasp so that it pops open where he can easily slide the lace down your arms and off your body. You gasp when his lips find your neck at the same time his hands come around to cup your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze that feels incredible after being trapped in your bra all day.

“Keep going,” he murmurs, trailing his tongue along your bare shoulder now.

You sink back into him and your eyes flutter, but you open them to read once again. You can’t help but giggle and flush at this one. “Love your titties. They’re literally perfect.”

Like the man child that he is, he’s even gone so far as to draw a rudimentary depiction of a set of boobs. “Oh yeah, I couldn’t not talk about these,” he says with a grin, tugging on your nipples now and watching you toss your head back against his shoulder with a pleasurable moan.

You can feel him getting hard through his athletic shorts against your lower back, and you push your ass up against him just to get more of that sensation. Grayson grunts and leaves your breasts, sliding his hands down your waist and slipping his hands into the waistband of your thong.

“One more, baby, and I’ll touch this pretty little pussy. Is she wet for me?”

You nod with a whimper, and lift your head off his muscular shoulder to find a random note of the several that are still stuck to the glass. The one you choose makes your heart stutter as much as it makes your pussy throb.

“Completely perfect. Only girl for me.”

True to his word, Grayson wastes no time in shifting his right hand over to cup your pussy in his warm, rough hand. You gasp and grind against him, pussy pressing deliciously into his touch in one direction and ass meeting his dick in the other. Grayson rests the side of his face against yours, and you watch his hand start to move behind the lace crotch of your panties while he soaks in the pleasure consuming your face.

“It’s true, baby,” he says, collecting some of your wetness on his fingertips before bringing them up your slit to circle your clit. “No one else for me. I love every inch of you, even when you don’t.”

You’re whimpering loudly now, making these pretty high-pitched noises that mix with his sweet words edging you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Gray, baby... you’re gonna make me cum,” you gasp, and he wraps his free arm around your middle when you do, supporting you as your legs shake and threaded to collapse under your weight and the sheer pleasure coursing through your body.

He nibbles kisses to the back of your neck and coaxes you to lean over the counter. Your breaths are still heavy when you catch on, and he pushes your panties down your legs before dropping his own shorts and underwear. He kicks all three garments to the side and spreads your legs a little further apart.

“Want you to see the words of how much I love you while I fuck you, baby,” he growls, taking his dick in hand and trailing the tip up and down your dripping slit. He finds your entrance and starts sinking in. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you moan, letting out a little squeak when he gets all the way inside you. “God, you’re so big.”

He smirks, pulling out and watching your face through the mirror as he fills you up again slowly. Your jaw drops, and he picks up his speed steadily until he’s fucking you deep and hard and so fucking good, there’s no way you have any capacity to read the rest of the sweet nothings he so thoughtfully wrote out for you right now.

Grayson may recognize you can’t be literate as he fucks you, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you to hear it. His hands have a firm grip on your hips, his fingers digging into the creases like you like so much, but he slides one up your back until he’s got a chunk of your hair collected in his fist as a makeshift ponytail.

He pulls you up until your back is nearly flush against him, the hand in your hair pulling back and creating an arch in your spine so that he reaches so damn deep you can’t even tell where you begin and he ends anymore.

“Look how fuckin’ beautiful you are, baby,” he grunts into your hair, watching you through the mirror again. Your eyes are closed, soaking in every warm and mind blowing sensation you’re experiencing because of him. He’s not having it, though. “Look.”

You whine, part in annoyance that he’s breaking your blissed-out trance and partly at how sexy his voice was just then. Your eyes crack open, and you take in your reflection. The hair around your face that he missed wild, face and chest flushed, tits bouncing, a thin sheen of sweat making your skin glisten. He’s...right. You can admit you look sexy, but your eyes still gravitate to him, his snapback still on and triggering one of your most favorite kinks, knowing he’s naked other than that hat.

“Yeah. Look so pretty taking my dick so fucking good,” he says. His free hand squeezes one of your breasts roughly, then falls down to your pussy where he’s thrusting in and out of you. His fingers light upon your clit, and you shriek with a little blissful giggle, clutching at his arm with one hand and balancing against the countertop with the other. Grayson smiles too, both at his happy and carefree you look now, and at how your push tightens down on his cock like a vice. “Fuck yeah, baby. Need you to cum for me again...”

He feels you get wetter and tighter, winding you up with his thick cock and his expert fingers until that tight ball of pleasure explodes within you, and you cum hard on his dick. Grayson moans encouragingly and pumps sloppily into you a few more times before drilling deep inside you and filling you up with his warm cum.

You hum and relish in both the feel of it and the sounds he’s making, gruff and masculine and relieved. Once your legs can support you fully again, you stand up from where you had collapsed over the counter, his softening cock still tucked inside you as you reach back for him and tilt your head up to kiss him slowly.

“Don’t ever doubt how perfect you are, baby,” he whispers against your lips, unable to resist giving you another sweet kiss.

You sigh against his mouth and cup his cheek with a soft, thankful smile. “I’ve got lots of reminders now.”

#oof #that got away from me lol #fun fact i used to be a nanny #and the dad would write love letters #ACTUAL LOVE LETTERS #to the mom #and leave them on her pillow or in the bathroom or any random place #ugh #anyways hope this wasnt too much🙈#dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan fic #blurb #g blurb

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rina-writes · 4 years

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Mom and Dad

Summary: In the same way that Grayson jokes about being the dad, you are the “mom” friend. It never occurred to you how strange this was until you and your close friend Grayson are babysitting your cousin and someone actually mistakes you for a family.

Genre/Warnings: Fluffy, Secret Crush, Baby Fever

A/N: This is a concept I thought of that I forced into a fic. I’ve been obsessed with 90s aesthetic (particularly film and media and the “grainy” filters) so I am also adding some pictures that inspired me. I don’t own any rights to these pictures and thank you to these beautiful people for inspiring this fic!

You first met the twins on one of their trips back home to Jersey. You were visiting a family friend who happened to live near their house. It was super early in their YouTube careers, so you only knew from your family friend that the boys had dropped out school, moved to LA, and made videos online. Like most people hearing this, you assumed the Dolans were a privileged family with spoiled kids that only worried about when their next trust fund payment would hit their account. You were pleasantly surprised when, upon hearing that you were visiting, the Dolan family welcomed you into their home and threw a little barbecue for you and your folks. Not only were the boys down-to-earth, but they were also kind and easy to be around. You became fast friends and often spent time together when they came to visit.

It would be a lie to say that they didn’t play a role in you deciding to move to LA for college. They talked about LA so much, that you always wanted to live there. The couple times you visited, the twins showed you how much fun sunshine could be, even if you missed the four seasons of the northeast.

It would also be a lie to say that BOTH the twins were your motivation for wanting to move to the sunny state. You were a bit partial to the younger, but larger twin, Grayson. The way you would describe your connection was that you and Ethan were similar, but you and Grayson were compatible. You agreed on the things that mattered, but you and Grayson balanced each other out. Where he was impulsive, you were calculated. Where you came off aloof, he was gregarious. You liked to think you brought out the best in each other. You had a small crush on Grayson, but it was one of those crushes you only felt when you were near to him. When you were back in school, you didn’t think about him that much. However, when you hung out at their house or went out to grab a bite, you were completely consumed by him. His hair, his eyes, his laugh, his large hands...everything about him seemed to be crafted by the heavens.

You didn’t want your feelings to get in the way of your friendship, so you never told anyone how you felt. Of course, some people figured it out. Most girls around the Dolan twins fell for either of them. They had that effect on people because they would make you seem like the most important person in the world. Grayson definitely catered to you more than Ethan. It didn’t help your feelings for him, as you often spent time together doing menial tasks. That’s why you weren’t entirely surprised when Grayson offered to help you babysit your cousin. It was a combination of two things Grayson enjoyed: helping people and pretending to be a dad.

Your cousins were visiting you in LA from Jersey. Your first cousin and his husband recently adopted a toddler named Monica. While they were excited to have her in their life, you knew that your cousins needed some alone time. You encouraged them to build a couple’s day full of activities from the spa to dining at an exclusive restaurant. To ensure they could some of alone time, you would watch Monica for a few hours. It took quite a bit of convincing, like most new parents, they were attached to their kid. After multiple conversations, and almost begging, you finally convinced them to let you take her out for a fun day in Los Angeles.

You mentioned it casually the night before you were going to pick her up. You were at dinner with the twins and a few of their friends. Grayson’s eyes sparkled instantly.

“I can help you with Monica.” He grinned widely. “We can take her to this new museum for kids. It’s free entry on Saturday mornings.”

“Why do you know that?” Ethan asked, yelling at his brother despite sitting next to him.

“I saw an article about it...” Grayson yelled back. “Some people read about the news Ethan.”

“O-kay” Ethan put up his hands as he rolled his eyes. “Trying to show off for Y/N because she’s in college or whatever. I see you.”

“I’m not...” Grayson said, his voice getting softer as he glanced at you.

“Well, it works out.” Ethan shrugged. “You’re such a mom, Y/N. I can’t get over that Snap! The one where you were tipsy, but still putting all the girls in your sorority to bed. You braided that one girl’s hair!”

You blushed as there was a chorus of laughter from the table. “Oh come, on! I’m not a mom, I’m just responsible.”

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Grayson reassured you. “I have to take care of Ethan all the time.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes at Grayson. “You don’t take care of me...”

Grayson opened his mouth to argue, but you put up a hand to stop him. Once those two got started, nothing could get them to shut up.

“Tomorrow then?” You smiled, nodding at Grayson.

“Tomorrow!” Grayson confirmed nodding back. There was a moment where you locked eyes like there was some weird secret between you too, but neither of you seemed to know what it was. Blushing, you both awkwardly sipped your beverages until someone changed the subject.

When you went to pick Monica up the next morning, you were greeted by big hugs from your cousins.

“Oh my goodness, Y/N” Your cousin said, looking at you while picking up Monica. In the background, his husband put the final items in Monica’s travel bag. “Is that your mom’s shirt? I remember her wearing something similar back in the day.”

You laughed and nodded, looking down at the thin, emerald green sweater with four adjacent squares in red, yellow, blue and pink going across the bust. You pulled it down to cover your leggings that stopped at your ankles above your dark slip on shoes.

“I stole it from the attic. It’s kind of my style right now.” You grinned. “Do you like the hat?”

“The beret.” Your cousin’s husband corrected as he leaned over to tilt it to the side. “I believe that was your mother’s too.”

Your cousin and his husband had dated for a long time before getting married. They practically grew up together, so naturally, your cousin’s husband also knew your family too. It reminded you a bit of you and Grayson. Except, the dating and married part, of course.

“You got me!” You shrugged, laughing again. “The lady has great style what can I say?”

“Alright,” Your cousin sighed as he gave Monica a final hug. His husband kissed Monica’s cheek before your cousin handed her to you.

You took the little girl in your arms. She had a bit of weight to her, but she was still quite small. She was close to your complexion, with large eyes and a tiny mouth. She was quiet, constantly observing and didn’t seem to react to anything, not even being handed off to an almost complete stranger. You made a mental note to make sure she was by your side at all times.

“You have your pull-ups, your snacks, your wash cloths, your bandaids....” Your cousin tapped the bag on his husband’s shoulder. “You have it all! Anything you need, do not hesitate to call us.”

“Don’t worry!” You comforted them. “It’s only six hours. I’ve babysat for 12 hours and that was for three very....not nice children. Monica has veteran babysitter with her today.”

“You know we trust you!” Your cousin smiled. “We just know how much of a doozy it can be to take care of a toddler. Besides, I think we’re getting a bit of parent separation anxiety.”

You shifted Monica to your hip and reached out for the travel bag. “And she will be back in your arms in six hours! Make sure you are rejuvenated and relaxed when you meet her.”

“Well if you insist...” Your cousin joked, not without taking another longing look at his daughter

“Are you sure you can take both?” Your cousin’s husband asked as he prepared to hand you the travel the bag. “While she may try to trick you into carrying her everywhere, she can walk.” He added a laugh.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded. Just as you were about to take the bag, you heard a knock on the door.

Given that it was a hotel, the three adults looked at each other with confusion. Your cousin opened the door to see a nervously smiling Grayson waving at you.

“Sorry I’m late.” Grayson apologized stepping in. “I didn’t want to take the Porsche so I borrowed a car from one of my editors. It took longer than I expected.”

“No worries.” You smiled, “But I thought we would meet at the museum?”

“I figured you would need some help.” Grayson grinned. “No sense taking a Uber if I have a car.”

Grayson looked around and upon seeing the travel bag made a soft ‘oh’ sound as he took it from your cousin.

“Oh, this is Grayson.” You introduced Grayson to your family.

“Is this your boyfriend?” Your cousin’s husband asked after shaking Grayson’s hand.

“No,” You laughed softly, hoping it sounded natural and not panicked/secretly thrilled, “He’s a family friend who lives out here in LA.”

“I’m family, and I don’t remember him being a friend.” Your cousin quirked a brow.

You could see Grayson’s face turning red and you cleared your throat.

“I think we should get going before the museum is no longer free, huh?” You said, changing the subject before the interrogation continued.

“Ha, good idea!” Grayson said, catching on quickly.

“Be safe you two!” Your cousin called as Grayson held the door for you.

You smiled as Grayson led you to the car. He was a little dressed up with a long sleeved white shirt, tucked into his dark jeans with a designer belt. You were so used to seeing him fully casual with no shirt and the tiniest shorts. It made your heart melt that he had gotten dressed up for Monica.

Grayson put Monica’s travel bag in the trunk of the black sedan, before running over to open the door for you.

“Take your time.” You told him. “We’re in no rush, right Mo?” You asked Monica, who was sucking her thumb and taking in her surroundings.

You eyebrows went up in surprise when you saw a car seat in the back seat.

“Ace Family...” Grayson explained, blushing softly. “I read that young kids should always have a car seat and I wasn’t sure if your cousin had one.”

“I think she usually just sits in someone’s lap.” You bit your lip. “But, I’m sure this is way safer. This is so thoughtful, Grayson!”

Grayson beamed at your words. It warmed your heart when he gave you the large goofy smile. It was his natural one when he wasn’t posing for pictures or trying to look hot. The smile that only came out when he was really happy.

You watched as Monica fidgeted in the car seat, making it almost impossible for Grayson to buckle her in. He started to sweat, the stains appearing under his armpits and you fought back a chuckle.

“Let me try?” You offered.

“Uh sure...” Grayson bashfully moved away, watching you as you distracted Monica with the jingling bracelet on your left wrist while you used your right hand to buckle the first clip. Monica reached for one of your charms and you took the opportunity to clasp the other belt that finished the part on her waist.

“Hands up!” You said, excitedly, secretly surprised that Monica followed your direction, but also happy she did since Grayson looked so impressed.

You buckled the seat belt that went over her body and leaned back to look at her.

“Feeling good, Monica?” You asked.

She nodded softly, looking off in the distance.

“Give me a wiggle.” And you shook your shoulders.

She glanced at you and mimicked you with the same emotionless expression.

Grayson laughed. “She is actually the cutuest.”

“I know right?” You said, looking at him with your lower lip jutted out, a pout in reaction to her cuteness.

Monica looked between the two of you before turning her attention back to whatever outside the window seemed to be so interesting. She was probably the most laid back toddler you ever met. This was going to be easy.

“Should I introduce myself?” Grayson asked nervously.

“Honestly, I should probably introduce myself too.” You laughed. “She was just kinda handed to me.”

You leaned over to be in front of Monica and she turned slightly to give you her attention.

“Now, I’m Y/N.” You said, putting a hand on your chest. “We met last year, but you probably don’t remember.”

You put a hand on Grayson’s shoulder. “This is Grayson.”

Grayson stuck out his hand for a handshake and you sputtered laughter.

“Grayson, she’s three she won’t...”

Monica took Grayson’s hand and he shook, giving you a smug expression.

“You were saying?” Grayson asked making you roll your eyes.

“Okay, okay...” You put your hands up. “You’re pretty good with kids...so far!”

You pointed at him, to emphasize that he hadn’t won you over just yet.

“You just wait, Y/N.” Grayson said, walking to the driver’s seat. You followed suit, and walked to the passenger seat.

“I’ll be such a good a dad, you’ll be calling me Daddy.” Grayson winked, and glanced at you to see your shocked expression. “Oh good god, not like that.”

You laughed, punching him lightly. “I’m just kidding, Gray. I know what you meant.”

“Oh sure laugh it up.” Grayson said, rolling his eyes as he started to drive. You glanced at him and the tips of his ears were still red from blushing. So cute...

When you arrived at the museum, Monica’s personality busted out. She loved the exhibits where she could touch stuff, enjoying the slime the most. You spent about 45 minutes just watching her sticking her hand in goop. You and Grayson took turns holding her and helping her make shapes with the material. You took pictures of Grayson, your heart melting seeing his genuine happiness playing with Monica. Every time she made her little toddler giggle, Grayson’s smile double in size. You were going to treasure these photos forever.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You said to Grayson, who gave a quick nod.

You smiled and walked to the bathroom. After doing your business, you inspected your face. You dug into your bag and went to apply lip gloss. You fixed your hat a few times, still not sure if it really went with your hairstyle.

“Uhm, excuse me?” A woman about your mom’s age alerted you.

“Hi?” You turned around and you eyes widened to see Monica holding the woman’s hand, sucking her thumb.

“Monica...what...” You reached down to pick Monica up and the lady smiled softly. You were about to ask for an explanation, but the lady quickly provided one.

“Your husband said you were in here and your daughter wanted to use the bathroom. He said you would be the girl fixing her beret in the mirror.”

You blushed and laughed softly. “My husband, huh?” You shook your head.”Well thank you...”

“Come on, Monica.” You said to Monica who was holding on to your shoulder with her free hand. “Let’s go potty.”

You helped Monica use the bathroom, realizing that Grayson did not provide you with the travel bag, so you had to clean her up without the fancy wipes and creams you cousins packed.

With both of your hands washed, you escorted Monica out the bathroom who, the moment she was out, ran to Grayson who was waiting across the hall. He picked her up and she held on to him, resuming sucking on her finger.

“I forgot you would need this.” Grayson said, gesturing to the bag on his shoulder, while he shifted Monica’s weight to your hip.

“I know, my husband is so silly.” You narrowed your eyes.

“What did you want me to say?” Grayson said, looking around embarrassed. “Monica started crying all of a sudden saying she couldn’t hold it. I ran with her to the bathroom, but I couldn’t walk in and I wasn’t going to take her into the guy’s room. So, I started to explain that you were in there and she was like “Oh I’ll take her to your wife.” I didn’t want to correct her...it felt like a bad time.”

“I’m just relieved that Monica didn’t announce she had two dads.” You laughed. “Might have been a little awkward to explain with my husband waiting outside the door.”

“Yikes,” Grayson said, making a face. “Though, I am sorry. I didn’t realize it would put you in such a predicament.”

“It’s fine!” You tried to assuage his worries, laughing. “I mean, we’re like 20...it’s her fault for thinking this was our kid. And that we were married. She’s the weirdo”

“I dunno...” Grayson said, looking at the three of you in the reflection of one of the displays. “It’s not the weirdest thing in the world. Being assumed to be married to me?”

You noticed a bit of bite in his tone and you frowned. “You’re not the problem, Gray. I’m just saying we are a little young.”

Grayson didn’t say anything to you in response. Instead, he asked Monica if she wanted to go to the dinosaur exhibit again, another favorite of hers. She started bouncing up and down, and Grayson carried her toward the exhibit. You scurried to keep up, confused at what you said to tick him off. When you arrived, you saw there was a show for the kids. It was one of those shows where there was a “dinosaur expert” and some people in dinosaur costumes explaining each of the species.

Grayson put Monica down in front and went to stand in the back with the other parents. He was staring straight ahead, pretending to be very invested. You could tell he was pretending because his eyes were glazing over.

“G-Gra--” You started to say, but then his phone started to vibrate.

Grayson glanced down and ignored the spam call, showing his background. The background was of you playing with Monica in the slime. You blushed and pretended not to notice. Suddenly, it made sense why Grayson was so huffy. You didn’t want to get too excited, because you were still not 100% sure it was true.

“Hey,” You nudged him. “You’re going to be a great dad one day.”

Grayson glanced at you before looking forward. “Thanks...”

“While, I’m not ready to be a 20 year old mom,” You bit your lip, “I would be down to date one of my best friends...”

Grayson whipped his head to stare at you and you smiled. You unlocked your phone to show your wallpaper, a picture of him playing with Monica.

“Huh,” Grayson smirked. “I didn’t realize how creepy that is until I see it on someone else’s phone.”

“It’s only creepy if you’re not dating the person.” You smiled.

Grayson bit his lip and chuckled. “Thank goodness we’re changing that.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you asking me out?”

“At the dinosaur musical...” Grayson said, gesturing to the stage. “Of course, the only place where mom friends and dad friends can truly be ourselves.”

You laughed and Grayson continued to scold himself out loud for being the lamest person ever.

“Would it be weird to kiss someone at a dinosaur musical?” You asked, glancing down at the floor.

Grayson tried to hide his smile, but it was stretching across his face too quickly. He cupped your cheek and pecked your lips softly. As he began to pull away, you started to kiss back, keeping you two connected for a few more seconds.

“That was nice...” You said, smiling. “Really nice.”

Grayson put his arm around you and kissed your forehead lightly. You both turned toward the show and watched for a bit before Grayson leaned in and asked,

“Can we tell E we started dating tomorrow?” He looked away as he continued to speak forcing you to lean in to hear him. “I don’t want him to know I finally made a move at a freaking dinosaur musical.”

You laughed and grabbed the sides of his jaw to turn him to face you. “Maybe, but you’ll have to make it worth my while.”

Grayson gave you a mischievous grin as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours. His eyes bore into yours causing the heat to rise to your cheeks. You blushed more as Grayson’s voice, suddenly deepening to whisper said,

“Remember that conversation about you calling me Daddy...”

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vintagedolan · 3 years

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#im disintegrating #ethan dolan #ethan dolan gifs #mine #egif #e #LOOK AT HIM #this is the ethan equivalent of that long hair grayson gif where i said it looks like him finding out hes gonna be a dad

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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Can you do something when gray is a foster dad to y/n and he eventually adopts her?

{trigger warning- childhood abuse // adoption.}

growing up in a broken home felt natural to you. when your biological mother fell pregnant with you at the age of 16, everything went down hill from there. your biological father left the minute he found out and nor you or your mother have ever heard from him since. your mother always blamed you, you ruined her life so she made it her mission to ruin yours.

at the age of 2 years old, she abused you, both mentally and psychically. she became a raging alcoholic and heavy drug abuser at the age of 18 meaning she no longer had time for you. her number 1 priority was no longer her child but her addition. she abandoned you for days on end, leaving you to fend for yourself before you could even walk.

it wasn’t untill the age of 4 that you found a home in grayson dolan. after he fostered and welcomed you both into his home and arms, you finally got the sense of a family. although he was a single father, grayson was both your mother and father in one and did the perfect job of raising you.

he spoilt your rotten, showered you in all the gifts money could buy, anything your little heart desired he made happen. but most of all, he never raised a hand to you, never mentally wore you down or abandoned you. grayson showed you love, he showed you safety and security, he showed you what a real family life was like. you never wanted to be without him and you never had to.

it was your 9th birthday, grayson had planned a surprised get together over at your nana lisa’s house, attended by the whole dolan clan. grayson always went above and beyond for your birthdays since coming into his care, having never celebrated one before hand, he made sure to catch you up on everything you missed growing up.

a bouncy castle was brought for you- not hired, yes brought, grayson as we all know isnt short of money, so this was a no expense spared day. the gifts were endless, everywhere you walked in the back garden, there was a present of some sort with your name on it. but most importantly, you had never felt more loved than you have in your life. the love care and structure grayson dolan gave you, singlehanded was the best present you have ever received.

the day was starting to wind down, grayson was helping lisa clear up the mess and all the left over food that he went over the top with, never wanting you to go hungry. he was pulling down the party banners when you ran over to him and attached yourself to his leg. pulling at his trousers as your silent way of asking for a hug. you were never good with words, always scared they were going to get you in trouble, but grayson knew your body language inside and out.

“hey babe, you had a good day, hmm?”

grayson crouched down to your eye level, rubbing his hand along your back soothing as you nodded. whispering out a timid “thank you dada” that grayson just about made out and brought a tear to his eye.

“i got one more present for you, c’ere.”

when grayson guided you into the living room, separating you from the rest of your family, ethan, lisa and cameron all out of sight, you panicked for a moment thinking this was it. grayson had had enough of you and was sending you back to care. you begin to cry, you’re worst nightmare coming true.

“hey, hey, babe, whats wrong hmm, im here- im right here.” grayson comforts you. pulling you straight into his lap when he situates himself comfortably on the sofa. you crawl into a ball in his lap, your face hiding in the soft fabric of his shirt as he works to shush your sobs that broke his heart.

“don’t leave me-“

“never. hey, look at me. im never going to go leave you.” in that moment grayson pulls out a handmade card. his writing a little messy and the doodles of himself and you on the front cover almost looked like you drew it, but you cherished it never the less.

you instantly stop crying, small sniffles still leaving your lips as grayson wipes your eyes using the pad of his thumb. his larger hand still working up and down your back to soothe your skin as you open the card up and read the life changing words on the side.

“you- you’re my real dad?” you gasp, seeing the adoption papers grayson attached to the inside. although not being able to read them, you understood the basics and that’s when your life changed forever- for the better.

“ive always been your real dad, babe. this just confirms it. c’ere.” grayson pulls you tighter into his lap, cradling you in his arms as you cry tears of joy. overwhelmed with the feeling of security as you finally got to experience the feeling of a family that you wished for. this will always be a birthday to never forget.

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