Anon request: Hi could I get a Grayson imagine? This may be very unoriginal, but could I get one where the reader and Grayson are very close as best friends, and they’re just hanging out or something, but throughout the story their friendship turn into something more?😁 I love your imagines by the way!
It was one in the morning when Grayson texted you. Luckily for him, you never slept either, which meant you were awake too. Unluckily for you, you were wearing pj shorts, a tank top, and socks with pizzas all over them, so you were not really looking too good. Grayson had asked you come over with no context provided, and you being you, accepted the request. And now you were waiting outside his house, still wearing your pj’s, and shivering from the cold.
“Hey,” the door swung open, warm light pouring through the cracks and Illuminating Grayson’s face. “Oh-wow-sorry-come in,” he stumbled, looking you over and stepping aside.
“T-thanks,” you stuttered and stepped in gratefully, skipping through the living room and plopping down in front of the cushy couch. A glowing fire had been lit, so you stretched your legs out across the soft carpet and extended your hands towards the flames.
“Here,” Gray plopped down beside you, pulling off his hoodie and offering it to you. He wore a plain black tee underneath, matched with navy sweats.
You took the grey hoodie and pulled it over your head, but it was so huge on you, you felt like you’d been stuffed into a potato sack. A potato sack which happened to smell really damn good.
“Cute socks,” Grayson said, stretching his legs out and knocking his foot playfully against yours.
“Thanks,” you said with a little smile.
“Sorry for asking you here so lat-early,” Grayson chuckled softly.
“Well you promised me cookies, so…” you giggled.
Grayson rolled his eyes with a laugh and reached back before pulling out a plate covered in gooey chocolate chip cookies.
“Wait, really?!” you gasped.
“You thought I was lying?”
“Well, I would’ve come either way!”
“Really?” Grayson said, his full lips twitching upwards.
“Sure,” you shrugged, “that’s what friends are for.”
Grayson’s smile faltered slightly, but he regained his composition quickly, “Yeah.”
“Do you have mi-” you began.
“Yeah yeah, I’ve learnt by now that you only like cookies with milk,” Grayson sighed, handing you a mug.
You gave him a big smile before grabbing the cup, and saying sarcastically, “You know me sooo well.”
And with that you dunked your cookie and shoved it in your mouth in a most unattractive way.
Grayson raised an eyebrow, trying to refrain from snorting with laughter.
“A lady,” you began, through a mouthful of cookie, “always has grace and poise,” you took a swig of milk, “and beauty,” you swallowed, a bit of milk dribbling out your mouth.
Grayson burst out laughing, his face going red as he bent over his knees through fits of giggles that you mimicked.
“Hey hey hey,” you laughed, “judge all you want, but I will eat all these cookies if you do not.”
Grayson recovered and sat back up, extending his hand for a cookie, “Kay.”
“Open your mouth,” you said, taking a cookie.
“Just do it.”
“Well what if I don’t want t-”
“Can you please just-”
“I don’t feel like i-”
Halfway through his sentence you shoved a cookie into Grayson’s open mouth to shut him up.
He snickered and ate it, his eyes going dark, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“You think you’re funny?” he smiled mischievously.
“Yeah, actually, I do,” you said nervously, sensing a threat.
Grayson pounced on you with no warning, his hands coming down to your waist, where he began to ruthlessly tickle you. You squirmed beneath him, having absolutely no chance of breaking his strong grip on you. He flashed a grin as you begged for mercy, your eyes watering as you kicked the ground, your hands flying ou-
Your hand hit something, which then rolled across the carpet.
“Oh shit,” you sat up, Grayson releasing you to see what happened.
A trail of milk spilt over the carpet, the mug rolling off the carpet and onto the dark wooden floors.
“I’m…so sorry…” you said in shock.
“It’s fi-” Gray started.
You jumped up from the carpet and picked up the mug from the floor, heading to the kitchen and returning with a wet towel which you used to begin scrubbing out any traces of a stain.
“(Y/N)-” Grayson tried.
“I didn’t mean to,” you said, scrubbing with more force.
“(Y/N),” Grayson said, his voice coming close, his hand on your shoulder.
You sunk down in defeat, turning to face him and crossing your legs, your head hanging.
“Honestly, don’t worry about it,” he smiled softly, his eyes trying to coax yours up.
You sighed, opening your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.
“Hey,” he murmured, two of his fingers crawling under your chin and lifting your face up, “that’s what friends are for.”
You couldn’t help but smile a little bit at this.
“I’m so lucky to be able to say that you, Grayson Dolan, are my best friend,” you grinned.
He nodded quite solemnly, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest for a hug. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, Grayson’s hand coming up to hold the back of your head gently, his fingers caressing you, his breath light as it fell over your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed with content into his sun kissed skin.
“Oh yeah,” you remembered, “why did you invite me here, anyway?”
Grayson paused, “it was my fault for the mug, I was a bit rough,” he diverted the topic.
“Pfft,” you said, pulling out of the hug but staying close to Gray, “no it’s not, now answer the question.”
“What question? Grayson said, trying to act oblivious.
“Ha ha, how funny,” you mocked.
He shrugged, his eyes pulling away from yours, “I don’t know..I just wanted to see you.”
You snickered, “One in the morning, and you wanted to be with me?!”
“I always want to be with you,” he said simply, his eyes on the flickering orangey-red embers.
“That’s hilarious,” you cheesed.
“Is it so hard to believe?” he asked, turning his head back to yours, his voice serious.
“Um,” you said, your smile fading, your heartbeat suddenly sounding loud in your ears, “I-I don’t know.”
“Well why are you here?” Grayson asked, his curious hazel eyes searching yours.
“Because, I-,” you paused, “You asked me.”
“Yeah, I asked you, at one in the morning, and you said yes without a second’s hesitation,” he pondered aloud.
You gulped nervously, aware of your cheeks steadily flushing rose.
“W-I don’t know, I was just being a good-”
“Friend,” Grayson finished, his voice a low whisper.
His eyebrows furrowed as he looked you over in wonder.
“…Friend,” you nodded, taking in a deep breath, your eyes diverting away from his as you said it.
Grayson extended his hand, brushing his thumb lightly over your cheek.
“Look, Grayson, I-” you began.
“I know,” he sighed, dropping his hand in defeat.
“Do you?” you said, pushing a strand of hair from your eyes.
“I probably shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend,” he murmured sadly.
“Gray-” you began.
“Just,” he interrupted, “Don’t.”
You turned your eyes back to his intense gaze.
“I get it,” he blinked, moving to stand, “so I don’t need to hear you say it.”
“Jeez, one of these day’s, you’re going to learn to let me finish a sentence,” you said in exasperation, suddenly grabbing Grayson roughly by his collar and pulling his lips right down onto yours. There was a fleeting second of confusion when his lips crashed into yours, but from there it was a tangle of body parts and hungry kisses. Your hands tugged at the back of Gray’s hair, your breath coming short as you nibbled his bottom lip, not having a second to breathe before he drowned you with more affection, your lips molding together. Grayson nipped at you gently, one of his hands coming to cup your face, his skin warm and soft against yours. You kissed him deeply once more before pulling back, your eyes closed, your breath ragged.
There was a moment of silence where you caught your breath and prepared what to say.
“I thought we were ‘friends,’” Grayson mumbled, keeping his forehead to yours.
“Well, I’d say there’s no better person to fall in love with than a friend,” you smirked, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.
His eyes were crinkled sadly, his lips parted.
“I never thought you could love me,” he said, which physically pained you to hear.
You brushed your fingers lightly against Gray’s bottom lip, a smile tickling the corners of your mouth, “Well, I probably shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend,” you whispered.