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Cuddles with Gray! ft. Sledge

Warning: None. Just fluff.

This was requested.

 ��You woke up to the sun streaming down on you. Blinking a few times before your vision focused on your sleeping boyfriend. A smile set upon your lips as you began running your fingers through Grayson's hair. Grayson stirred in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open. He blinked his bleary eyes before they focused on you. He leaned forward and pecked your forehead.

"Mornin." He mumbled lowly, sleep evident in his voice.

 "Sorry, did I wake you?"  You pout.

 "Nah, was gonna get up anyway."  He said with a yawn.

 "Actually, I was hoping we could stay in a couple more minutes and maybe cuddle?" You give a small smile

 "Oh?" Grayson smirks adorably at your request. Truth is, Grayson loves cuddling, he'd drop everything in an instant to cuddle you. You give a nod and Grayson chuckles at your cuteness.

 "C'mere." He brings you to him. The scent of Grayson instantly fills you, a sweet but spicy scent. A comforting scent.

 "Just me and my girl on a Sunday morning." Grayson smiles, pecking your lips gently before cuddling into you.  A few minutes later you feel soft feet padding up on the bed before feeling a gentle lick on your nose. You opened your eyes to see Sledge panting at the two of you. You smiled and scratched her ear.

 "Looks like someone wants to join in cuddle time." Sledge yipped happily at Grayson before getting comfortable between the two of you.

 "Aw, does Sledge wanna cuddle too?" He kissed the top of Sledge's head. She licked his hands before settling down and closing her eyes. Taking that as a yes he turned to you and intertwined your hands

 "This is what I love the most. You and me, here in Jersey, cuddling with the dog, and not worrying about anything.

 "I love it too." You reply smiling gently.

 There was nothing more you wanted than being right here with Grayson.

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Grayson Dolan's new pair of socks

Dylan, a fan of Ethan and Grayson had won a giveaway which included him being flown out to meet the Twins.

He was beyond excited, having watched them for years. Ultimately it didn't disappoint as he enjoyed his time at their mansion.

At the end of the day, they wanted to end the day with a picture for him to remember this experience. After this Dylan stood up, wanting to prepare to say his goodbyes but suddenly 2 hands sat him down again.

Dylan looked at the Twins confused. "Hey hey why the hurry! Let's take another picture but let us give you our surprise gift!" Ethan said hurrying out the room with Grayson following behind him.

Dylan wondered what it was but they returned fairly quickly. "Close your eyes!" Grayson said with a grin with someone behind his back.

Dylan complied. After a few seconds he felt something wet on his lap and a foul smell hit his nose like a truck. "Ugh..." He couldn't help but let this out as he looked away. Had they given him blue cheese? He heard Grayson giggling, was this a prank?

"Alright, open your eyes" He heard the Twins say simultaneously.

Dylan quickly looked at one of the Twin's amused faces trying to hold in his laugh before looking down. He was met with... cotton.... socks... white... no.... once white socks?

He looked up again, looking for some kind of explanation. The moment he looked up, everything went black.

....

....

Dylan woke up in the dark, unable to move. He tried to scream but it was like his mouth was completely stuffed. What is this cheesy smell....? Where am I....? Someone please help....!

"Dylan, say cheese!" Dylan heard Ethan say, which would be the last time Dylan would hear his name. What Dylan didn't realize is that the Twins had planned to turn him into some fresh pair of socks for Grayson to wear since he was out of them. He would be used for weeks... maybe months... absorbing Grayson Dolan's footsweat just to turn into the smelly socks they had presented him, another fan.

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𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒.

*not my gif*

pairing: grayson dolan x gender neutral! reader

genre: angst.

warnings: unrequitedlove!au, swearing

summary: you have the fattest crush on your bestie.

word count: 222

You and Gray were chilling on the couch just how you would usually do. You stare up at him while you both cuddled, the sound of the movie… the sound of the crackle of the fire place… the sound of his slow breaths.

God, you loved the way he smelled, the way his arm would wrap tighter around you as you adjusted yourself slightly, him smiling down at you before turning his attention back towards the tv.

You hated yourself. You hated yourself for falling in love with Grayson. It was the smallest of things you started him noticed him doing for you, in the beginning it felt so normal, so natural so safe without the extra emotions already, but when its when you actually thought of him more than just your best friend.

It was like something massive had been uncovered, something that had most definitely always been between the two of you. Your other friends saw it, both your parents saw it, fuck sakes even other kids at school saw it too.

The unspoken words sat loudly in your mind.

[what would even happen if I did express my feelings for him]

[would he like me back or would it just ruin everything we have?]

Sighing deeply as you nuzzled deeper into his chest.

Maybe it's never meant to be…

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Marco Polo | Grayson Dolan

A game of Marco Polo in the pool with your best friend, Grayson, ends up revealing some hidden feelings.

Warnings: two curse words?

A/N: This is from my Wattpad, enjoy!

"Okay, one more round" Grayson, your bestfriend, pleads as Ethan closes the glass door. You nod and giggle, closing your eyes and beginning to count to twenty. You randomly swim around in the pool wherever you heard water splash until you got to twenty.

"Marco!" You call out, excitement bubbling in you as you always win at this game. Grayson wasn't the most discrete swimmer, always splashing around and bursting into laughter.

Silence fills the air and suspense fills your body, feeling confused about why Grayson hasn't said 'Polo' by now. It was one of the games' rules. You feel someone's hot breath against your lips and a deep voice speaks up making chills run through your body, "Polo".

Your eyes flutter open to see that Grayson's face is inches away from yours. A shocked look covers your face as Grayson locks eyes with you, not expecting him to be standing so close.

His eyes flicker from mine to your lips and he leans in slowly. Your eyes move to his lips then to his eyes hesitantly, heart beating out of your chest. What the hell was Grayson about to do? There was no way he felt that way about you. No way.

Grayson keeps his eyes on yours, reaching a hand up to caress your face. You find yourself leaning into his touch, closing your eyes for a second to register all of this. You open them and Grayson had his bottom lip held between his teeth, looking at you so intently.

This was wrong.

Both of his hands slowly trail down to your waist, gripping tightly and pulling you closer to him. His thumb rubs your waist, making goosebumps spread across your body.

He's been your best friend since you were in diapers; yeah you've had a crush on him but you tried your best to push past it so you didn't ruin your friendship.

Your faces were inches a part, noses bumping against each other softly and chests pressed against each other. Where did all of this come from?

But You couldn't to stop him,

Your hands go up to his built chest, lips parted in anticipation as you breathe heavily because of how nervous you were. Was Grayson actually going to do this?

Or yourself.

He parts his lips lightly as he tilts his head, the eye contact just making you even more flustered.

You wanted this so badly.

Grayson slowly leans down to your head level and licks his lips, giving your eyes one last glance before his soft lips pressed against yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed him back immediately, melting into the kiss you'd been daydreaming about for so long. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. The heat of the kiss rushes through your veins, giving you chills.

You would have never imagined his lips would feel this perfect against your lips. This was so wrong, but they felt so good.

The kiss was so passionate, his soft lips moving against yours in sync. Graysons hands slide further back your waist, to meet at the small of your back which pushes you impossibly close to him.

The kiss was more perfect that you had imagined.

His tongue slightly pokes out of his mouth, as if he were asking for permission. You grant it, letting him enter and explore your mouth with his muscle. The kiss becomes sloppier as your teeth clash against each other, but that only makes it more heated.

You didn't know that kissing your best friend would feel so good.

His hands grip the back of your thighs and lift you up quickly, making you squeal. You wrap them around his waist, since he could reach the bottom better than you could. Grayson smiles against your lips, "You're so cute". A blush settles on your cheeks and you look away in embarrassment.

Taking you by surprise, he tilts his head to where you were looking and forcefully pushes his lips against yours. He tilts both of your heads back to face his original position, and kisses you deeply once again. Your hands slide from the back of his neck to his face, cupping it as your lips locked together.

You smile into the kiss, causing Grayson to smile as you both pulled away. "I really like you, Y/N." Grayson mumbled against your lips, his happy expression fading as he awaited your response. Your chest aches at the sight of his upset face, knowing that you do have feelings for him. You always have, and have always tried to convince yourself otherwise.

"I've had feelings for you since forever ago, but I was too scared to-" He continues but to shut him up, resting your forehead against his. Your y/e/c eyes meet his hazel eyes and they bite into each other, the silence of the moment relaxing us.

"I really like you too, Gray." You whisper against his lips, cheeks unintentionally turning a bright shade of red. A cheeky grin spreads on his face before you lean in and connect your lips into a soft kiss, making Graysons heart race.

"Aww, finally! You guys are so cute! Kristina, aren't they so cute?" Ethan exclaims and Kristina agrees excitedly, making both of you jump. "What the fuck, Ethan!" Grayson yells at him, making you stifle your laughter as you hide your head in his neck.

"Sorry, sorry! We'll let you guys get back to what you were doing, C'mon Ethan" Kristina pulled him into the house. Grayson leans down to leave a kiss on your shoulder as you laughed into his neck. "Just don't fuck in my swimming pool, I swim in there y'know-" Ethan says and your face turns more flushed than ever.

"Get the fuck out!" Grayson yells at his brother, making Ethan stumble inside. He shakes his head as you giggle at how angry he was, making him pull away from you so you took you head off his shoulder and faced him. "You find that funny, huh?" Grayson teased, raising his eyebrows as you shook your head, but your laughter said otherwise.

"You're hot when you're angry" You state honestly, leaving a kiss on Grayson's cheek. He immediately becomes flustered, now becoming his turn to hide his face in your neck as you laugh once more.

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My So-Called Wife

Naomi and Grayson are settled into a seemingly boring marriage with one jarring secret that can threaten their lives.

A/N: lmao okay if anyone see this, i'm going to die. i started working on this au probably like 1.5 year ago and i found this draft. i know i said i was done with this blog but honestly i really loved this concept and tbh worked really fucking hard on it so i want to put it out there. this was inspired by mr. and mrs. smith and a tv show called imposters. this is also very unedited but if you see this hi ily and tysm for reading if you do🤍

warnings: there's some smut and violence. that's all. also it's very long - i think the longest thing i've ever written.

Naomi never thought she could be so bored with a dick inside her.

Until now.

Her head falls to the side slightly, vision catching bright red numbers blinking back at her.

15 minutes.

Grayson had been thrusting inside her for 15 minutes. He's not touching her though she can't remember the last time he had. The silence in the room is almost deafening, Naomi more preoccupied with counting the seconds between each movement.

Her dress is still on and so is his shirt. She doesn't remember the last time either of them were both actually naked -probably the last time he actually touched her.

"Are you okay?" His gruff voice pulls her from her thoughts, her in the middle of questioning whether he was actually enjoying this. She nods wordlessly, painting a sweet expression on her face.

"Dr. Braun said this would be good for us."

Naomi didn't need a reminder, the memory of the chubby, short, balding man permanently implanted in her mind. He had greeted them from a swivel chair, high enough where his feet couldn't touch the ground. She was already annoyed before he asked his first question, wondering why he seemed so delighted in her failing marriage. He had peered at them over a pair of crescent moon glasses, watching as they both filled out the questionnaire he given them. However, that they didn't stop Naomi from missing the way his eyes slowly trailed over her figure in her sundress before scribbling obnoxiously in his legal pad.

Grayson had felt the growing tension between them, a gnawing feeling in his stomach that hinted that they were on the brink of divorce. He had suggested couples counseling, and Naomi, ever committed to being a devoted wife, agreed. However, the more time she spent under Dr. Braun's watchful eye, the more she was beginning to regret it.

"When's the last time the two of you had sex?"

"Aren't you supposed to lead into that question?" Her tone is icy, eyes narrowed accusingly.

He scribbles some more, and Naomi can feel her own pencil snap under her harsh grip. Grayson's hand anchors her, watching as he mouths for her to relax.

"I believe it's easier to find the root of the problems if the couple is having intimacy issues. Normally, if a partner can't perform, they're hiding something? Is there an issue with what I'm asking?"

"You'll have to excuse me if I don't prefer to spend my time having my every action analyzed." Naomi catches the words 'defensive' and 'arrogant' being written and she opens her mouth, ready for a fight.

"It's probably been a while. More than six months, I think." Grayson interrupts her, choosing to answer Dr. Braun's question instead.

"Then I guess the real question remains-" Dr. Braun smiles wickedly at the both of them. "Do you two have something to hide from another?"

"I believe I'm pretty honest with her; there's nothing I would hide from Naomi." Grayson's answer is earnest, heartfelt, saying everything Naomi isn't. Naomi watches the way he fidgets, twisting his wedding band as he answer. Dr. Braun hums, scribbling some more before facing her.

"And do you?"

" Do I what, Doctor?" She sneers, tapping her foot.

"Do you have something to hide?"

A loud snore startles her, bringing her back to the present. She turns to see her husband fast asleep.

Typical.

She waits a beat, counting to ten in her head to make sure he's actually sleeping before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, sock-clad feet touching the ground.

She walks through their ensuite to their closet making sure to lock the door behind her. At the very end stands a mahogany armoire, one she had first bought with Grayson at an antique sale. He never realized its true purpose.

She pushes it slightly to the side, revealing a loose floorboard. When she removes the plank, she's greeted to the sight of two large duffle bags.

So, yes. She was hiding something, something jeopardizing to both their lives. She sets aside the first bag, unzipping the second one.

Multiple passports, a ziploc bag full of cash, a burner phone. She takes another look at the file hidden underneath, a penlight tucked between her lips.

Name: Grayson Dolan

Age: 25

Occupation: Tech Consultant

A smiling picture falls from underneath the documents and she brings it closer to her face, examining his features slowly.

She was no stranger to the black widow op, seducing a wealthy man to take his money and leaving with nothing in return. It was practically how she survived, always receiving a generous cut from her agency.

This, however, was different. Grayson happened to work at a reputable tech agency that had been stealing money from her boss, embezzling him out of a quarter of his net worth in under four years, and a lot was riding on her ability to figure out how to get this money back. She flips through the documents again, scanning through her assignment outline. She was supposed to find a way into Grayson's life, sneak her way into his job and get access to documents of proof of fraud. It should have been simple enough, over and done with in less than a year. Somehow, Grayson had found a permanence into her life. She had gotten used to waking up beside him and falling asleep to his soft snores in the evening,

A sparkle catches her eye and she looks down at her left hand, flashlight illuminating her wedding ring. A sign of broken promises and a marriage already built on a foundation of lies. She tucks the diamond under her finger, revealing the script embedded on the bottom.

Naomi Dolan - April 2022

Two years. She should've have been in and out, done with this in an under a year and yet she was heading into her third year of marriage. And everyday it was getting harder to differentiate between what was real and what was fake.

She sighs again, clicking her flashlight off and placing everything back in its original spot before falling asleep in her usual her spot next to Grayson.

When she wakes up, birds are chirping loudly outside the window, reminding her that she's stuck in another day of suburbia.

She follows their unspoken routine, having fallen into a comfortable routine with Grayson. Everyday is the same.

They'll wake up and brush their teeth, neither of them speaking, just stealing glances through the mirror. Naomi will leave for work, kissing him on the cheek before driving to work, where Grayson believed she's simply an accountant. In reality, she's at her agency, figuring out how to take whoever her boss is focused on down. Around 3:30, she'll come home where she'll sneak around and hope that today is the day Grayson would be careless enough to leave some information lying around before he comes home to her at 6, a hot-dinner laid out on the table waiting for him.

Everyday is the same.

"How was your day at work?" He'll ask her.

Memories will through her head, laying the scene out like a flip book. Victim unrelenting to give information, another blood stained shirt tucked underneath the floorboard so he won't find it.

She'll sip her wine, coyly smiling over the glass. "Troublesome. And you?"

But today he does something different, breaking their scripted out day.

"We're having a Christmas party, black-tie. It's this Friday and I'd like it if you come with me, sweetheart?

Naomi hums, acknowledging his statement. In her mind, a Christmas party surrounded by a bunch of tech bros was the closest thing to Hell she could get.

"Dr.Braun said we should try to spend more time together. Said it'll help with our marriage." Naomi fights the urge to roll her eyes.

Another terrible suggestion by that terrible man.

"Andras is the head of another company. It's supposed to be a merging gala, whatever that means."

Andras?

Naomi perks up at the mention of that name, that was interesting to her.

Andras Graves had been one of the top marks her agency had been watching for the past year or so, taking over Grayson's company in under two months. He was born into wealth, a trust fund baby that grew into a powerful man by the age of 22. He controlled over half the technical information in the western United States and having him on your side was valuable.

Having his information was even better.

"You didn't tell me Andras was becoming CEO of both the companies." She ask, hoping her tone remains steady enough to sound inconspicuous.

He twists his wedding band.

"We didn't know until this morning."

"Well, I would love to come then. Get to know this new CEO of yours."

Grayson twists his wedding band again before smiling back up at her.

"Of course, sweetheart."

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There's really only three essential rules to a long term con: always stick to your story, never let your identity become comprised and never cross-disguise.

Fortunately Naomi had always been good at dress-up, playing pretend and leading a new identity. The more you do it however, the less glamorous it starts to become.

She adjusts her janitor uniform, pulling at the baggy pant legs. Her hair is tucked under an itchy and hot blonde wig. She knows how to remain unseen, unnoticeable to the passing eye. She keeps her head low, eyes downward as she pushes her cleaning cart through the bustling crowd.

Grayson's company he works at surprises Naomi, a large high-rise with big glass windows and screens everywhere. Some displaying the news, some displaying stock information and others being used for presentations. The more Naomi looks, the more what she's seeing makes less sense - so unnecessarily big as if to distract from something.

She continues walking, looking all around her and praying she knows what she's looking for when she sees it. Doors to an evil lair, henchmen guarding an entry way or even a giant neon sign screaming 'evil shit goes on here'. However, nothing useful catches her attention.

"Grayson, Andras wanted to see you later." Naomi's head whips back, spotting the way Grayson is walking right towards her. Instantly, she knows that regardless of whatever wig she has on, Grayson's perceptive enough to recognize the supposed love of his life.

She takes in her surroundings, scanning for a quick exit but not seeing anything that will get her out of his way. He's grows closer and Naomi holds her breath she's running out of time until he's close enough to see her. She tucks her head even further down, pulling down her wig to cover her face before rushing past him. She sees her getaway, walking through a pair of double doors, sighing out when she can lock them behind her.

"Excuse me?"

She turns around. Sitting behind a broad desk was none other than Andras. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing a pale face. Everything about him is classically handsome except for his eyes, laced with vice and deceit.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just need to clean your office." She slips into a airy French accent, hoping he'll go along with no questions.

"Doesn't cleaning normally come on Tuesdays?"

Life can never be easy, can it?

"The woman who normally comes is out sick, sent me here today instead."

"Really, is Florence okay?" He smiles at her, almost amused as if he's picking up on something she isn't.

She swallows deeply. "She's fine, just a brief touch of appendicitis."

"Very well. Do I need to be in here or-?"He walks over to her, staring her down with such an intensity that Naomi starts to feel nervous - a rare feeling for her.

"I'll be just a second." She assures, slightly pushing him out of his office.

She takes a deep breath, standing in front of his desktop set up. Naomi unclips her bracelet, placing the flash drive into his computer before copying most of the documents onto there.

"C'mon, c'mon." She whispers under her breath, eyes hurriedly focused on the loading bar. The computer dings, and she sighs out, clipping her bracelet back on before walking out. Not paying attention, she carelessly walks into the person standing outside, hand half-raised in a knock.

"Woah, watch out." Two strong arms steady her, pulling her upright before she falls to the ground.

Hazel eyes meet green.

"Naomi?" Grayson asks.

She releases himself from his hold, quickly walking past him and into the crowd. She turns around to see him following her and begins to walk even faster, ditching her janitor cart to move through the crowd easier. Her heart is racing, the rapid thumping deafening to her ears.

"Naomi, wait!"

Grayson grabs her wrist, finally catching up to her and turning her so she's facing him. She watches as he looks over properly, fully taking in who's in front of him.

Naomi's been trained to read emotions since a young age, gather what somebody is feeling in just a second based off of facial expressions and body language alone. She's expecting confusion, panic, even anger. She knows how Grayson is supposed to react.

Instead, he surprises her. His whole demeanor radiates calmness, not even fazed by the chase she had just put him through.

He drops her wrist and smiles calmly, not even missing a beat.

"Sorry, I must've mistaken you for somebody I know. You have a familiar face." He turns the other way, hands in his pocket as if he hadn't just caught her parading around as another woman.

She stands in the middle of the lobby, still trying to calm the anxiety racing through her body. Mostly, she's confused. She's always been able to read Grayson like the back of her hand, growing in tune to what he's feeling just from studying so long. So she knows she hadn't missed the main emotion written clearly on his face:

Recognition.

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High stakes jobs require a level of calmness that are usually uncommon in most people. Naomi's always prided herself on being a rational person, always able to stay calm in even the most stressful of situations.

"It's done. I can't do this anymore, I gotta get out. Call me when you get this." are the first words out of her mouth when she's in the car. She's already called her agency, panic weaving it's way through her burner phone. She's unsure why she so rattled by her experience with Grayson, but something is off.

He should've reacted - yelled, responded or even yanked her away, or even explain to his coworkers - 'Hi, sorry my wife is certifiably insane. No she doesn't not work here and I don't know why she's dressed like this.'

She doesn't understand why he remained calm, but ever nerve in her body is on red, screaming at her to run. She whips her car into her driveway and immediately crosses into her house, running up the stairs to head straight for the mahogany dresser in the back of the closet. She pushes it to the side, opening the second duffle bag to reveal her go-bag. She changes immediately, throwing on leggings and a black t-shirt with a baseball cap. She pulls off he gun taped to the back of the dresser, and almost as quickly as she ran in, she's leaving, headed straight towards Grayson's office on the first floor. She opens up the safe, hidden behind a giant painting, and grabs all the cash from inside stuffing that into her duffle bag.

It's not until she's halfway out the window that she notices something's not right.

"Fuck, fuck!" She screams. Her bracelet is missing, panic rapidly rising throughout her body. She's sitting one leg out the window when she hears dinging, loud noises coming from the thin Macbook in the middle of his desk. She walks over, clicking on the first folder that's finished uploading.

Files are being uploaded to a cloud, documents after documents. She recognizes them, files that she had just copied from Andras' desktop. Financial records of embezzlement, records of larceny and assault. Everything she was supposed to take back to her agency was being uploaded right in front of her eyes.

She drops her bag in shock, finally piecing everything together. Too caught up in making sure Grayson hadn't recognized her, she had missed the way he had grabbed her wrist, hands deep in his pocket as he was leaving. She tries to steady her breathing, panic intensifying as she watches all of her work from the past two years go down the drain. Watching as everything she's worked for slowly fall into the hands of her enemy.

She opens the last file, pictures of her loading the screen. As expected, Grayson had been watching her, longer than she had thought. Old ID's, street cam photos, anything connected to her or another identity was being uploaded for Andras and his team to see. The final photo in the series is a picture from their wedding, Her smiling at the camera, happiness almost mocking Naomi's utter despair at the realization that she is most literally a dead woman. Her identity being revealed puts everyone she works for at risk, and her agency doesn't take that risk too lightly. Her burner buzzes a few times, and she takes a deep breath before reading the lone text waiting for her.

Identity compromised. Kill Grayson Dolan.

When Grayson started working for Andras, he hadn't expected to be caught up in a criminal ring. He had taken a security job in his early 20's, knowing that it paid well and was enough to keep him afloat until the next thing came along. He hadn't expected to quickly rise up into Andras inner circle.

Everyone knew Andras was involved in some shady organizations; you don't become as powerful as he did without a few skeletons in your closet. The closer he got to Andras, he realized he was actually in the midst of a graveyard.

He shouldn't have been too surprised then when Andras approached him a year ago, dropping simple files revealing the true identity of his wife. Andras had explained the whole thing to him: how he had stolen some money from an ex-partner whom Naomi worked for, and she was helping to get revenge. He explained how she had been after him for years with no success and claimed how easy it would be for Grayson to get rid of her. It was practically perfect since she would never expect for her target con to be the one to take her down.

Grayson knew he should be angry, knew he should feel betrayed for being played a fool. However the only feeling was a sickness of listening to how disposable Andras thought his wife was. Luckily, it never got to that point.

In reality, the best way to avoid a takedown is to know what the other side has planned. And Naomi had dropped that precious information into their lap.

Apparently, she had gotten really desperate - actually showing up to his job in order to snoop around. And he wouldn't have known her true intentions if he hadn't noticed the bracelet, a gaudy piece of silver that he hadn't recognized. She normally preferred daintier pieces and when he had finally had a chance to touch it, he recognized it for what it was. A hidden flash drive.

After that, everything practically fell into place. Knowing which files her agency deemed important, it was easy to cover Andras tracks. Delete whatever information they needed the most and the best part was he didn't even have to confront Naomi.

Grayson just hoped Naomi would've been smart enough to flee, get far away from the house by the time he got home.

He sends a silent prayer to the universe before opening the door.

"Hi honey! How are you doing?" She's chopping vegetables, music playing through the speakers.

Apparently the universe doesn't listen.

She's changed since the last time he saw her, obviously not wearing the grimy janitor outfit home. Instead she's wearing all black - down to her running shoes. She's finishing up the salad, a large dinner already set out on their expansive dining table. For a moment, Grayson can almost pretend like it's normal. That they'll sit down and he'll ask her about her day. Almost pretend like none of today's weirdness had even happened.

Naomi continues to hum along, At Last playing softly through the speakers. He recognizes the melody almost immediately, taken back to their wedding day when they had danced together - officiating their title as a couple. He had always loved that song, but Naomi refused to play it - claiming she didn't want to taint her perfect memories to it. His face darkens as it always does when he thinks about their supposed past - how none of it was real to her anyways.

"Sit down, honey. Dinner will be ready soon." She calls out, and she turns the music up louder while he obeys, walking into their dining room. He listens closely, recognizing that what he thought was humming is actually the soft murmurs of conversation. He strains, trying to listen, but all he can focus on is Etta James crooning.

He knows his wife is a smart woman, that she would have already pieced together what happened today. Theres no reason why she wouldn't have left, already halfway across the world and away from him.

Unless there was something forcing her to stay.

He walks over to their china cabinet, reaching in the back to grab a hidden gun.

"You read my mind, honey. Grab the wedding glasses, please." Grayson freezes, not from Naomi's sudden presence behind him. He hadn't even realized she had entered the room, setting down the salad bowl in the center of the table. He pauses at the word honey - the third time she's called him that in less than five minutes. She never calls him pet names - even when they were dating. She always claimed she hated the cliche and while he was quick to shower her with sweethearts, babes and darlings, she always kept quiet.

The warning signs were always really there and Grayson curses himself for being too blind to recognize them.

Naomi is just as calm as she was in the kitchen, blinking at him owlishly as if wondering what's taking him so long to grab those glasses and sit down. As he joins her, pouring a glass of wine and sitting across from her, he starts to wonder if he's crazy. If Andras actually got it all wrong and Naomi isn't who he thinks it is. The woman who is sitting across from him does not have the demeanor of someone who is waiting for their death - knowing powerful people are hunting her down. He swallows, taking a large swallow before looking at her.

He almost believes himself until he notices her hand, gaze flickering between her coy smile and her ring finger as she takes her own sip of her drink. In the entirety of their marriage, she has never gone without her ring. It had become a source of comfort for him, being able to look down and see the Tiffany ring on her finger - even when he knew the marriage was fake. She taps her ring finger on her glass, grabbing his attention and he recognizes the action for what it is. A silent message that the sham is over, that they both know the others game. She clears her throat softly before speaking.

"I know its not a special occasion, but I thought we should have a nice dinner anyways. We've been having so much trouble with our marriage and Dr. Braun did say spending time together was important." She couldn't hide her smile if she tried, and Grayson swallows as she throws his earlier words back in his face. He looks at all of his favorite food in front of him, a steak with mashed potatoes and salad in front of him. She never cooks like this for him, always settling for something simple and quick. He honestly didn't even know that she knew how to cook this well, and almost cuts into his food before he stops.

Naomi is still staring at him expectantly, not even having moved to touch her own food. He pauses before looking down at his own plate, noticing a pile of white powder dumped on his potatoes. The pile was too large to be a seasoning and almost sat on top of his food like a mountain of snow. Naomi's plate was missing the powder, and he turns his own plate away, biting into the steak instead.

He hopes she's not cliche enough to poison him.

Naomi simply smiles, grabs some powder from a bowl and places it on her own food before taking a large bite.

"Emilia, the neighbor, brought back this special salt from Chile. She said it made every dish she tried better, and we both know how my cooking is. I didn't put it on the steak though so it might taste a little," She pauses before taking another bite of her salad completely avoiding her steak "different."

He glares at her hard before swallowing his own bite.

"On second thought, darling - I'm not that hungry." She nods getting up to collect both their dishes and for the millionth time that evening, he's surprised by how calm she's being. How can she act like everything is fine between them? Like this is just another day in their lives. Anger slightly swells in his chest and he speaks before thinking when she stands next to him.

"Y'know, the weirdest thing happened today. Saw a woman at my job who looked exactly like you." She pauses before grabbing his steak knife, setting it on top of the other dirty dishes. He shouldn't have done that. He doesn't know what she knows and he could've at least pretended to be clueless. Maybe she really didn't know he knew, and now he's jeopardized everything.

"Weird." is her only response and she walks back into the kitchen. He's silent, planning an escape route before she can bring out dessert. The music is turned off and he's never felt a quietness this loud before . Beads of sweat start forming at his hairline.. Something is wrong.

He just barely ducks underneath the dining table before the bullets make their way through the wall. He hears glass shatter, and immediately knows what's been hit. Once her round is finished, he waits for the tell-tale clicks of a gun being reloaded before diving to grab the gun hidden in the china cabinet. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to do so before rounds are being fired off again. He inhales sharply when a bowl breaks above him. The shootings done almost as quickly as it started and the quietness is back. He holds his breath, listening to her footsteps walk in before standing up and shooting in her direction. Her eyes widen, taking in the fact that he's very much still alive and darts back from where she came, hiding from his shots.

He walks out from his hiding spot, surveying the damage around him. Glass litters the entire dining room floor, bullet holes decorating their once-perfect yellow walls. He walks around to the entry foyer, turning in a circle to find a sign of to where she could have gone.

A zipping noise, steak knife literally cutting the tension in the air. He swipes his face, spreading sticky blood along his cheekbone. Of course, she had nicked him.

"Your aim is worse than your cooking, sweetheart." He calls out. The house is silent in response, him starting to slowly move up the stairs.

He pauses at the top, cocking his gun and letting his finger hover over the trigger. His first thought is the master bedroom, quietly walking to the other side of the hallway. He makes it halfway before another load of gunshots works its way through the doors. Grayson quickly jumps over the banister, landing in the living room below. Naomi continues firing bullets below, using the upward angle as an advantage. He manages to craw into the next room, obstructed from her eagle-eye view. He knows she's heading down the stairs and he's getting tired of the cat-and-mouse chase.

"Sweetheart?" He calls out, " Let's tal-"

He's interrupted by a load of gun shots, bullets breaking through the wall. It instantly wrecks, furniture flying everywhere and pieces of wood piling in the middle of the living room. Naomi fires three rounds before her bullets run out, silence calling out to her.

"You still alive, baby?" Her tone is cocky, arrogant and when she rounds the corner where she expected Grayson to be waiting for her, she's confused when she doesn't see anything. She walks slowly over destroyed furniture, moving things aside in order to find her missing husband.

"Grayson?" She whispers.

A firm grip behind her grabs her neck and pulls her around to face him. Naomi finds herself eye-to-eye with his gun, and she swallows deeply. She braces herself, watching as his face watches her own, staring deeply into his eyes. She's silent, wishing to herself how things could've been different, ended differently. She silently asks Grayson to forgive her for what she's done.

"You got me." She whispers, and Grayson just stares at her, sighing before releasing his hold on her.

"Get out of here." He whispers back, and before Naomi can say anything else, he's gone.

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Stop the soft concept I've been falling asleep to lately is you pregnant with your first baby with Grayson and being tied bc you're growing a baby and your first trimester you're usually exhausted. He finds you passed out in the couch and cuddles up to you, kissing your head and pulling a blanket over you. Probably shaking his head bc you feel bad always falling asleep and missing going out for dinners for date night recently but he just wants you healthy and happy 🥺

Soft picture for this blurb:

A/N: I was listening to Collide by Howie Day while writing this so please join me in this soft blurb

https://open.spotify.com/track/6dwkFmLUz6hx2CZG2EqLol?si=e9da4f7db0f54147

maybe most mornings really kick your ass so not only are you falling asleep late trying to update your parents in a different time zone, but you're up in the early morning hours praying to the porcelain God's that the nausea passes soon.

it doesn't. it never does.

Grayson is right there beside you through it all: holding your hair, watching you with careful protective eyes, taking the phone and assertively (and respectfully) telling your parents you need your rest and to call back in the morning after you've had some food and sleep.

naps are sacred during this time and are always welcome, even if it makes you feel guilty for not being as present with Grayson as you used to be. even if he never complains you still feel a tug at your heart when your usual date nights pass by and you've spent the day lounging in your pajamas with a bowl of blueberries you can't seem to stop eating.

this morning was no different and it kicked your ass more than usual. you'd had a busy week anyway, and the lack of sleep the night before made it harder to make it through the day. you could hardly keep your eyes open at breakfast. you knew it would be another day of procrastinating on work and lounging on the couch for hours until the nausea passed.

when Grayson finds you dozing off on the couch with a re-run of One Tree Hill playing on the TV, he can't help but squeeze in on the couch with you, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the back of your head softly. your back resting against his chest, your head facing the tv, your fingers tucked in to the sleeves of your shirt, arms crossed over your body in a hug like fashion.

he knows the toll it's taken on your body already to carry your first child - the exhaustion that you have to battle - and although he will never understand what that feels like, he's going to be there to comfort you any time you need it and then some. he never misses a moment to give you a kiss, bring breakfast to you in bed on the hard days, help you with errands, tug you into a hug when you're too scared to ask him for it.

it's his own miracle: his dream girl, his dream home, and now his child is growing inside of you before his very eyes. at times it makes him emotional to think of the days he fought tooth and nail just to hold onto an sliver of sanity - the moments when he wanted to give up. he then thinks to the day he met you, and the many days after when you've held his hand and run your fingers through his hair, wiping away his tears of embarrassment, frustration, and shame. you'd been there through it all, the good and the bad. he plans to keep doing the same for you as long as he possibly can.

grabbing the knitted blanket from the top of the couch he's draping it over your worn out body, sunken into the plushness of the couch and far too tired to care what is happening in the world around you. sleep deprivation is kicking your ass and you grab what you can, even if it is at the most inconvenient times.

placing another kiss against your hair and he smooths your hair away from your face. sometimes he talks to you like this, when he's being too vulnerable and would be embarrassed if you could hear him. right now is no exception. emotion high, spilling out of him before he can stop it.

"I thought I had it all once until you...my beautiful strong girl..." Grayson whispers, holding you impossibly closer with his hand still smoothing out your hair, mussed from tossing in your sleep. "such a stubborn and sweet little thing...and so infuriating. you argued with me every chance you got. you drove me fucking crazy. I was so sure you hated me..."

looking up at the tv to see Nathan Scott handing Haley James a bracelet, he smiles. he remembers the giddy feeling when your love was blooming three years ago and he knew he just had to win you over. he thought he had everything until he met you. money, girls, cars, clothes, etc. fuck he couldn't have been more wrong. he had his sight set on you, and suddenly nothing was enough.

"sometimes I can't believe that I won you over and now we are expecting...fuck isn't that crazy? three years later and we are literally having a baby my beautiful girl...we are having our baby.." he can hardly keep his eyes from welling up, knowing you're tired but glowing every minute of the day when you aren't sleeping.

you've always wanted a baby, and even if you can't hear him, it would mean the world for you to hear him just as excited about your child. he's always wanted to be a father, trying to keep it on the low in case the talk of children might scare you...but you knew. you knew and you felt the same.

this baby was truly a miracle. after countless doctors telling you that you had a slim to no chance of ever being pregnant - you broke down into tears at the sight of the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test that was gripped in your hand in the bathroom three months ago. you told your mother first and she helped you with a plan to tell Grayson.

he was just as emotional, holding you in his arms and crying into your shoulder. you found solace in each others arms. he's told everyone he'd seen that day after that he was going to be a dad: the cashier at the grocery store, the hostess at the restaurant you went to to celebrate, even the random passerby's on the sidewalk. he couldn't stop saying it, he couldn't stop smiling.

now here he was, playing with your hair on the couch, watching one tree hill and talking to you openly while you slept peacefully.

"I love you more than I can ever possibly explain and I just want you to know I will always be here for the both of you," he moves your hair away from your neck, leaning down to press a pattern of kisses from your collarbone up your neck and right under your ear. he smirks as your skin turns to gooseflesh. "look at that...even when you can't hear me your body knows when I'm loving you. I hope that never goes away."

satisfied with your reaction, his hands move down to your growing baby bump, rubbing absentminded circles over the round area and smiling to himself as he thinks of all of the obstacles he had overcome to get to where he is now. the fights with his family over how fast and hard he fell for you, the slander on the internet about you using him for his money and fame, the derogatory words his friends would call you on guys night. he had your best interest in mind through it, and you're still the one he wants and will keep wanting until you've told him to get the hell away or natural causes take him away.

It soothed him to think about a simple life with his family, the traditions you would have, the future blossoming in front of his very eyes and how you both deserved every single bit of happiness you were selfishly enjoying.

At some point his own eyes drift close and he joins you in your blissful sleep, wanting it to be this simple forever. He only wakes once to your lips sealing a kiss to his cheek and your body turning to snuggle into him even more.

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We're having a sleepover!

Send in your concepts or just general asks and we'll have a sleepover. A reminder who I write for!

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strictly professional - g.b.d.

   i'd been hired for a modeling position a few days prior and was beyond excited. however, i wasn't notified i would be sharing the position with a 21 year old man...

    i stepped out of the dressing room door to reveal a tall frame, looking to be in his early twenties. i gasped at the sight. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you." he giggled. "scarlett just asked that i remind you we're on in 5 minutes."

   we?

  he was dressed in a short pair of swim trunks matching the print on my ass-baring bikini. i gulped in realization. i would be shooting with this man, in a thong?

    "okay.." was all i could manage to spit out. he allowed a comforting smile onto his beautiful lips. i softly bit my lip in response. he gave me a quick up and down glance and walked off.

♛ ♛ ♛ ♛ ♛

    "lean your head back for me." she spoke. i did as she told me and laid my head on his chest behind me. my head fell softly to the side. the feeling of his bare chest on my skin was delectable. i listened carefully to the rhythm of his slightly rapid heartbeat.

    she shifted my pose a couple times more. at some points, i'd be laid up in his arms, at others, i'd be just centimetres from his face. my arms rested over his shoulders, his on my waist. i felt eased by the feeling of his warm breath on my skin. i could just feel the lust radiating off of his skin.

    i intended on keeping this job. i've been dreaming of a position like this for as long as i can remember. but in that moment, i was willing to risk it all.

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Frat!Grayson Concept train - Masterlist

(Gif credits go to the wonderful @vintagedolan)

Part 1: Y/n's been keeping a secret from Grayson for years. Now it's come out and everyone's either physically or emotionally paying for it

Part 2: time for a road trip. Time to move on and keep pushing forward. Until y/n finds out she's going to be stuck next to the one person she's trying to move on from.

Part 3: the tension between y/n and Grayson comes to a head. Grayson admits to something that causes a physical confrontation, just not the one you're expecting.

The Lodge Inspo

Part 4: The gang finally arrives at the cabin- something surprising waits for them. Grayson and Ethan confess a secret. Y/n's feelings are hurt. Again. Grayson and Y/n finally have a talk- but does it do more harm than good?

Part 5: Y/n and Grayson are starting to feel frustrated by physical and emotional problems. After the rest of the group arrives- tensions rise as the two are forced into confronting each other. Y/n realizes she can't run from her feelings any longer.

Part 6: Grayson and y/n have an important talk. Both learn what jealousy really is and how jeopardizing it can be.

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🤍grayson dolan blurb masterlist🤍

{gif creds- @graysonsbailey}

ETHAN DOLAN BLURB MASTERLIST HERE.

short blurbs.

mafia gray au.

checklist - your first times.

fluff-

date night in jersey. -impaulsive. -part 2

he's insecure. - professor!gray. -tiktok prank.

you're insecure. - opening up. -christmas lights.

you suffer from anxiety. -you suffer from depression.

longboarding accident. -more than friends.

you're shy. -cuddles. -cuddles II -frat boy gray.

bestfriend turned lovers. - bookworm.

surprise date night. -protection. part 2.

encouraging you to eat. -he helps you relax.

calling you bubba. -stretch marks.

you make him blush. - anniversary. -21st bday.

smut-

shower sex. - eating you out for the first time.

graysons hands. - he's an arse man.{part 2}

ego boost. -angry fuck. -69. -anal. -buttplug.

professor!gray. - first time. -spanking.

size kink. -riding gray for the first time. -dildo.

cockwarming. -soft cockwarming. -pegging

grayson riding your face. - riding grays abs.

public sex. - 'you know i love you right?'

he's vocal in the bedroom. - arse play.

angst-

grayson & ethan call you clingy. {series}

prank gone wrong.

addiction.

gold digger. part II.

you get into a car accident. part 2. part 3.

random concepts-

baking together. -grayson dating a british girl.

tiktok trends. -introducing you to ethan.

you get hurt. - bruises. -among us.

he calls you 'doll'. -he's an arse man.

dad!gray. part 2. 3. -'my pretty little baby'

you're drunk. -grayson with twin boys.

aftercare. -rude awakening.

college!gray. -matching. - birthday treat.

leaking your nudes. -channel take over w/ kristina.

working out w/ gray. -private fashion show.

thanksgiving. -you're a pro athlete.

date night outfit. -you're dyslexic. -adoption.

pranked w/ kristina.

-meeting fans. -tiktok injury. -college student.

MASTERLIST PART 2.

SMUT PROMPT MASTERLIST.

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