she is the only one not to mention leena at all

Moments Pt. 1 (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You meet Grayson Dolan at a house party and the two of you immediately spark, but he’s still 17 and you’re 21. How long can the two of you hold off?

Warnings: Teasing? Swearing? Who knows.

A/N: SO. Wow. Okay. This is part of a series of snapchat imagines I’m doing and this one just got lengthy as hell, so I’m doing it in parts. Part two will be up either tomorrow or the next day. Text messages are in bold. Song lyrics are in italics. Special shoutout to Dolan’s Horny Lil Pancakes for helping me keep this alive, ily all.


“If I could go back to the day we met

I probably would just stay in bed.

You run your mouth all over town

and this one goes out to the sound

of breaking glass on my Range Rover.

Pay me back, or, bitch, it’s over.

All the presents I would send -

Fuck my friends behind my shoulder.”

The song rang through the speakers as you crossed the house, heading to the kitchen where you’d been told the alcohol was, two of your best friends behind you. The three of you had gotten ready together before heading to the party thrown by someone you had met through YouTube. You all ran a channel together, producing amazing all-female longboarding and skateboarding videos, promoting the scene for girls in L.A.

Your friends got distracted by a few fellow YouTubers you all knew (that they were seriously crushing on), and you decided to find the liquor by yourself. After all, you’d just turned 21 a few weeks prior and parties were for drinking, right? While dunking your cup into the large storage bin that held the jungle juice, someone reached in front of you to try and grab a cup, and grazed your arm. You looked up to see who it was, not recognizing the arm.

“Sorry, just tryna partake,” he said with a laugh and a smile that could make a nun blush. He picked up a red Solo cup from the stack beside you and waited while you pulled your drink out, cup full. You looked him up and down and cracked a grin - he was damn cute.

“No worries,” you replied, taking a long sip. His eyes still lingered on yours, hazel eyes that made your heart skip a beat. He filled his cup, but smiled at you before taking a sip.

“I’m Grayson,” he said, breaking the silence between you, though it was hardly silent with the party raging on around both of you.

“(Y/N),” you answered simply, taking another sip of your drink. He nodded.

“Yeah, you and those two girls run that longboarding channel, right? I love that channel. My brother and I watch it religiously.” You chuckled and shrugged.

“Yeah that’s me. I’m glad you like it. We put a lot of work into it. We actually just finished our latest video today. That’s how I got this,” you held up your right forearm. Underneath running from elbow halfway up your arm, was a pretty sizable scrape. Grayson’s eyes got big and he chuckled.

“Whoa, that’s pretty intense. I love when you guys skate too though, makes the video so much better.” You could tell it was a come on, but you hardly minded. You were trying to think about which channel he ran - there were so many and so many of them were here at this party.

“Yeah, they’re a little insecure about it but they did it after some convincing.” It dawned on you when he laughed and you grinned. “Oh, you’re Grayson Dolan, aren’t you?” He smirked and shoved one of his hands in the pocket of his jeans.

“Guilty. Ethan’s here somewhere too. He’d love to meet you but right now, I think I want you all to myself,” he said, his smirk growing. You shook your head, but smiled, leaning back against the table the jungle juice was sitting on. You were used to boys flirting with you, and you could always keep up, but normally, they were a little closer to your age.

“Don’t you think I’m a little old for you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow but looking back at him. He gave half a shrug and leaned next to you on the table.

“I think I know a lot for someone my age, and you might be impressed…” he replied, his eyes locked on yours. He wasn’t smirking so wide anymore, and his gaze was intense and a little intimidating, or it would have been if you weren’t so used to boys looking at you that way. You bit your lip to hide a smile, knowing you had to draw the line.

“Look, tiger, I appreciate the attention and you’re super cute, but I’m not tryna get arrested toinght,” you said with a laugh, taking a swig of your drink again. The pregame you and your girls had done earlier was starting to hit you, and your inhibitions were starting to wear down, but there was still no way you’d mess with a 17-year-old. He laughed out loud, almost over the music and other voices in the house.

“I guess that’s fair. Can I still talk to you or is that punishable by law too?” You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment and elbowed him gently.

“Totally legal as long as you keep your hands to yourself,” you winked and bit your lip and you saw a smile crack over his face.

“Damn,” he answered and the two of you laughed, though the noticeable tension hung in the air, thick and taunting.

The two of you chatted, flirted, told each other stupid little secrets and got to know each other personally, apart from you YouTube personas. Grayson was just as goofy and likable as he portrayed himself on the Dolan Twins channel. He told stupid jokes that made you laugh loudly. When he smiled, it really did shake you to your core. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was underage, he was out of reach. You couldn’t have him. You weren’t supposed to.

After a while, other people wanted jungle juice, so the two of you moved out of the kitchen and back into the living room where most people were laughing and dancing and drinking and playing beer pong. You tried to talk to each other there for a while, but it got way too loud to comprehend each other without shouting.

“Let’s go out back by the pool,” Grayson suggested, leaning close and talking into your ear. His proximity made your heart jump and you so badly wanted to reach out and touch him, but you knew you shouldn’t. You repeated ‘I shouldn’t’ to yourself as he reached for your hip to pull you away from the doorframe so someone else could get by you. You nodded, standing up on tip toe to reach is ear in reply. The urge to reach up and gently rest your hand on the back of his neck was almost too much to bear.

“I’m just gonna go check on my friends and I’ll meet you out there!” He mirrored your nod and headed toward the glass sliding door leading to the backyard.

You fought through the crowd until you found the two girls you’d come to the party with. Both of them were relatively sober and in good spirits.

“Where have you been?!” Danielle shouted at you, grabbing your arm. You could smell the vodka on her breath and knew she had been taking shots again, but she was steady and you could tell nobody had puked yet. You chuckled and pulled them both close to you, looking over your shoulder for people who shouldn’t hear the conversation.

“I ran into Grayson Dolan,” you confessed and they both looked at you, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

“SHUT UP,” Leena shouted, smacking your arm. You laughed and ran your hand through your hair, shrugging.

“Yeah, we’ve been talking this whole time. Like since we all got here.” They looked at each other and then back at you, Danielle smirking, Leena not very impressed.

“WE GOT HERE TWO HOURS AGO, (Y/N)!” Leena shouted, Danielle laughing behind her. You could feel yourself turn red.

“Oops?” You offered, turning a darker shade of red and smirking. “Sorry, not sorry,” you shouted over your shoulder as you walked away from them, waving. You stopped in the kitchen to get another round of jungle juice before you’d head outside, but not before you felt a familiar pair of hands grip your waist and slide around you, locking you into their grip as they rested against your exposed stomach.

You sighed and let your head tilt to the side a little, looking at him over your shoulder.

“Logan, I thought I told you it was over. In fact, I know I told you it was over.” You wiggled out of his grip and held the two cups in one hand, your wrists sitting on the edge of the jungle juice bin. “That means keep your hands to yourself.”

The Less I Know, The Better by Tame Impala was blaring over the speakers now, just like it had when you had met him at a party six months earlier. That should’ve been more than enough warning for you - should’ve been a red flag.

You quickly got bored of and annoyed with Logan Paul and his attitude and broke it off with him after only a month of seeing each other. You rarely saw him outside of parties and when you did, he seemed even more annoying, like he never left the party, not to mention the fact that he was pretty disrespectful of your friends. But he had a hard time taking no for an answer, always cornering you at parties and texting you at 4 in the morning, hoping to hook up. The kid had a hard time taking a hint.

“Come on, babygirl, you can’t tell me we didn’t have a good time together,” he said, placing an arm on the other side of the wall, blocking your path. You quirked an eyebrow.

“One: we did have a good time, but I had to be drunk to have a good time with you, so now it’s over. Two: I’m not your baby, don’t call me that. I have a name. If you must speak to me, use it.” He was wearing on your nerves now. You didn’t appreciate what he was trying to do. You shoved Logan’s arm off the wall, pushing him away from you with your shoulder as you walked away from him, toward the sliding door.

You paused as you saw Grayson standing there, his hand on the handle, his mouth slightly agape. You smiled awkwardly and kept walking as he pulled open the door for you, closing it behind you and creating a barrier between you and Logan. He smiled at you and took the drink you offered before shooting Logan a quick glance. They both had the same expression on their faces.

The two of you made your way over to the pool and sat down next to it. The lights strung from the trellis behind the house lit the air just enough for you to be able to see each other, and the glow from the pool lights illuminated your faces in a cool blue haze. You sat in silence together, the music from the house playing faintly in the background. Grayson finally broke the quiet.

“So. You and Logan, huh?” You made an annoyed, distasted sound somewhere between your nose and throat and scratched the bridge of your nose.

“No. Not me and Logan. We had a thing once, a while ago and I just wasn’t into him when I wasn’t drunk, so I told him to beat it, but homie has a hard time taking ‘no’ for an answer.” You ran your hand through your hair again and sat Indian style, your elbows resting on your knees, holding the cup with both hands. You stared down into it, considering what you’d said and how Grayson would take it.

“He tends to have that effect on people - fun at parties but a jackass the rest of the time.” The statement made you genuinely laugh and he joined in, but you still felt guilty, as if maybe you were leading him on by telling him you were single and Logan was the farthest thing from your mind.

But that wasn’t your intention, right? You were just telling him the facts, right? Facts about you? So he could get to know you, right? That was it? It was true, after all, that you wanted nothing to do with Logan. But did Grayson have to know that?

You let your train of thought go and sighed, looking over at him. His face read as if he knew what you were about to tell him. You opened your mouth to speak, but he smiled and cut you off.

“I know,” he stated. “Look, I’m not gonna lie, I’m extremely attracted to you,” he began, leaning a little closer to you. “The things I’d do to you…” His gaze wandered up your body, lingering at your lips as he brought his face closer to yours. You held your breath as he inched closer to you. His stare finally caught yours and you both looked at each other, unblinking, hearts racing before he cleared his throat and brought the two of you crashing back down to Earth.

“But I know that I shouldn’t, and I know that you can’t.” His voice was honest and genuine. Add that to the list of things you liked about him. He sighed before he continued. “However, I do think you’re funny and really cool and I’d like to hang out with you. Y’know. Platonically,” he finished, sitting up straight, you mirroring him. You bit your lip as you thought it over.

“As much as I enjoy flirting with you, I think you’re right.” you replied, resting your temple on your fist, your elbow leaning on your knee. “But the feeling is mutual and I’d like to get to know you like, as a person.”

He smiled and leaned back, placing his drink on the ground and both palms flat behind him, leaning into them. You both sat like that for a while before he smirked and chuckled to himself. You raised an eyebrow in question.

“For what it’s worth,” he began, leaning toward you, whispering in your ear. “I bet I’m ten times better than him in bed.” A shudder ran through you. It almost felt like a flame had licked up your spine. You turned to look at Grayson who was grinning deviously. He winked before leaning back, looking up at the stars that dotted the sky.

You and the girls left the party not much later, the two of them all but pulling you out by your arms, your heels dragging the ground, hearts in your eyes. You had exchanged numbers with Grayson, and in the car on the way home, you boldly added him on Snapchat, the jungle juice coursing through your body. You were surprised to see him add you back almost immediately.

A few days went by, business as usual, and you forgot about the tension between you and the underage boy. You focused on editing the video and perfecting it with Leena and Danielle and wasted no time wondering what Grayson was doing. Mostly.

The video went up on Thursday afternoon, as it usually did, the three of you announcing it on your Snapchats, Instagrams, Twitters and Tumblrs.

“New video today!” You said to your Snapchat followers.

“Go check it out!” Danielle added.

“(Y/N) ATE SHIT IT WAS AWESOME!” Leena yelled from the background, causing the three of you to laugh together.

You threw your phone onto the couch and relaxed after all of your promo work was done. The girls wanted to go out for pizza to celebrate, but you were wiped out from editing. You sent them off with the promise to bring back something for you later.

Your phone buzzed. You picked it up to see Grayson’s name flash across the screen. You unlocked your phone to read the message.

Hey, Ethan and I just watched your new vid. So awesome! You wiped out harder than I thought you did! hahaha

You smiled as you tapped out a reply.

Thanks! Yeah, it was a pretty real fall haha. Glad you guys enjoyed it!

You sent the text , putting your phone back down on the couch, expecting that to be the end of that, but were surprised when your phone buzzed again.

What’re you up to tonight? I thought we might try that whole platonic hanging out thing. If you were still interested, that is…

You thought about it. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so exhausted anymore. You’d showered earlier and your hair was actually looking pretty good. You smiled and bit your lip as you considered the consequences.

Yeah, why not? What’d you have in mind?

Grayson picked you up about half an hour later and the two of you went for sushi. You had made a tremendous effort to look cute but casual. You laughed and flirted, sharing sashimi and tempura. You didn’t drink because Grayson couldn’t and you didn’t want things to be awkward. When the check came, Grayson tried to pick up the whole thing, but you wouldn’t let him.

“This isn’t a date, Dolan, you’re not allowed to pay for me,” you said through a laugh, pulling the check from his hand. He snatched it back from you.

“I’m not allowed to pay for my friend when I want to?” He asked, winking at you. You smirked and grabbed it back from him.

“No, but I am,” you said, handing the check and your card to the waiter as he walked by, giggling as Grayson stared with an open mouth.

“That’s totally not fair!” He said, annoyed, but a smile still tinting his face. You shrugged and leaned an elbow on the tabletop.

“‘I’m not allowed to pay for my friend when I want to?’” You mocked, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile, pointing a finger at you.

“This isn’t over, (Y/L/N),” he said with a laugh and you shrugged, winking as you signed the slip the waiter placed in front of you.

Neither of you felt like going home after dinner, so you went down to the nearby boardwalk and got ice cream, walking alongside the beach. Grayson easily made you laugh and flirted a little more boldly with you, tickling your side and tossing an arm around your neck, drawing you close to him. You felt your heart flutter as he did, but you didn’t let it stay there for long. You spun around, out of his grip to walk backward in front of him, facing him, adding to the silliness of the evening.

He looked back at you, a little disappointed, but understanding.

“Can I ask you something?” He looked into your eyes. When you looked back at him, you could see the mischievous glare behind them, so you quickly looked back down to your spoon digging around in your ice cream, shrugging one shoulder.

“I guess, yeah…” you said, biting your spoon, turning to walk beside him again.

“Do you know how to lighten up?” He said through a laugh. You rolled your eyes, but smirked.  

“This is different and you know that…” You looked up to meet his gaze, but when you saw the intensity of his stare, you looked back down into your ice cream again. You couldn’t handle how deeply he wanted to look into your eyes.

“Is it?” He questioned, stopping to lean against the railing of the boardwalk.

“Yes,” you reinforced, unwavering, finally able to look back up at him. He could see his own frustration reflected back at him from your expression - it wasn’t as if the two of you weren’t feeling the same things. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he began, taking half a step closer to you. It made you shake a little in your Vans. “I’m just having a really hard time keeping my hands to myself…” he said, looking down at you. You felt that same flame shoot up your spine as he reached out to put a hand on your hip. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t. You were paralyzed by the way he looked at you. An odd sensation gripped the back of your skull and you couldn’t look away.

You wanted him to look at you that way for hours, until you both collapsed of exhaustion. And you never wanted anyone else to look at you that way again. Just Grayson. Only Grayson.

‘Grayson…’ you thought, his name echoing in your head. ‘Grayson…who is 17…’

When you snapped back to reality, he was much closer than you remembered. His forehead rested against yours and he was less than a breath away from you. It would’ve been so easy to just…

“I have to go.”

You tore yourself away, feeling nauseous for doing so. Your stomach was in your mouth and it took all you had for your feet to drag the rest of your body up the boardwalk until you had the presence of mind to get an Uber home. The entire car ride back was silent, your blood rushing in your ears. Your heart wouldn’t stop pounding in your chest, as if it were trying to beat you up from the inside.

‘I know,’ you told your insides regrettably. ‘I know…’

When you got home, you immediately texted Grayson, your fingers shaking as you tapped a message.

Hey. I’m sorry I just ran off. I just think we got a little too carried away and if I had let you kiss me, there would’ve been no turning back.

You put your phone down on the kitchen counter and stared at it, biting your lip until you tasted pennies. You read the reply as soon as you received it, sucking on your now bleeding bottom lip.

I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I was just enjoying my friend’s presence. I’m underage. Talk like that could get you in trouble. 😉

You let air fill your lungs again, relieved that he wasn’t angry with you - that he understood. Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

I’m sorry if I got too close. I’ll make sure you don’t ever have to do that again. I promise.

It made you giggle a little. It made you feel special. It made you want to go back and wish you’d let him kiss you. Or that you were a little younger.


You and Grayson both decided together that you each needed a few days away from each other to recuperate from the heat of that evening, so things slowly went back to normal. You texted each other, but you didn’t dare flirt, and the messages were mostly just short congratulations to each other on videos and the reactions to them.

You were sitting on your bed, talking to a group chat when you got a Snapchat notification. User GraysonDolan had sent you a video. Curiously, you clicked over to the main page to watch it. A song you recognized as Movements by Pham ft. Yung Fusion flowed out of the speaker as a shirtless Grayson mouthed along the words, a knowing smirk on his face.

That body’s a blessing, girl.

I ain’t tryna pressure her.

She messed with the temperature.

Heart wrote the song, but I am the messenger.”

Your screen went back to the list of friends you’d recently sent snaps to. You felt a knot twist in your lower stomach and recognized it as serious arousal. He was flawless. He was also not making things easier for either of you. You clicked over to iMessenger and sent him a text.

Do you really think sending me snaps like that is a good idea?

You didn’t wait long for a response.

I knew you’d like it.

His words made you feel weak. You wished there was some way you could replay the snap without looking totally creepy, but you knew there wasn’t, so you let out a sigh and tossed your phone aside, flopping down onto your back on the bed.


A few weeks later, you and Gray were on a casual “non-date” - as the two of you had started calling them - when he reached across the table and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. You wanted to pull away, but you looked up at him and he was smiling. Not that mischievous, playful grin he wore when you knew he was thinking something dirty, but a warm, kind smile. It made your chest feel heavy and fluttery all at the same time.

“Is it okay if I hold my friend’s hand?” He asked, still wearing a genuine smile. You felt your mouth twitch up into a smile, almost involuntarily and you nodded.

“Yeah, that’s fine…” With that, his smile grew a little wider and the two of you continued to chat, as if nothing had changed.

He drove you home and walked you to your apartment door. As you fiddled with your keys, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. The simple, pure action took your breath away. You were sure he could hear your heart thumping against your chest. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and smiled at you.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he said quietly, before walking back to his truck.

You closed the door behind you and slid down it, sitting on the floor, your hand buried in your hair. Why did he make you feel like this? Why did he have to be only 17? You’d need another few weeks to recover from this one.

sweatertwins  asked:

so i saw that you mentioned that you don't like the shattered medallion too much as a game. how come??

i actually just recently replayed this game so this is a wonderful time for me to talk about this!

  • this is one of those games that i believe was churned out a little too fast to meet a deadline. this plot has so many loose threads and unanswered questions in it and UNTAPPED POTENTIAL that it genuinely upsets me that it didn’t turn out as nicely as i wanted it to.
  • the entire reality show game aspect is so unnecessary, and honestly takes away from the true plot of this game: sonny and his grandfather’s quest. shattered medallion could EASILY have just been about that, and then we could’ve devoted more time to actually understanding the details of jin’s mission and the history of the relics. we have a lot of build up here that leads to a very unsatisfactory ending. is sonny satisfied with what happened with that relic in the cave? what exactly did the relic in the cave represent or do anyway? what does any of this mean for sonny?
  • as a matter of fact, this game is so sparse with giving us information about the main crux of this plot that half of the explanation is given to us via a huge exposition-dump from jamila. this is not exactly subtle or all that well done.
  • incorporating pacific run into this game created stress that honestly didn’t have to be there. the first time i played this game, i genuinely thought we were up against a clock and that the game wasn’t fixed; this caused me to practically run through the game trying to get the tasks done as quickly as possible in order to get those medallion pieces. and never mind the fact that patrick and leena were really leading the pack there in terms of points up until suddenly, it’s sudden death between nancy & bess and kiri. okay?
  • the soundtrack lacked a bit for me. kind of a small issue, but an issue nonetheless since the music plays a big part in creating atmosphere.
  • the culprit in this game is virtually nonexistent. kiri decides to play the role of Evil Reality Show Staple halfway through and sees this through to the end for some weird reason, and decides to go as far as killing us by trapping us in that cave for yet again some weird reason. why? i haven’t the faintest idea.
  • pacific run is such a cheap rip-off from amazing race that i kind of want to cry.
  • those random things falling around us, like that boulder at doubtful sound or the giant cube in the puzzle palace—was that kiri trying to take us out or was that just the dangers of new zealand? i have no clue, because nancy never comments on any of it.
  • speaking of nancy not commenting on things, it seems to be a universal frustration among people here that nancy never mentions recognizing sonny to sonny. 
  • in what world would a reality show like this have a “non-participating teammate.” what purpose would that even serve. how would that be interesting for the viewers. following that vein of thought, why would george choose sitting around researching on a tablet versus actually getting involved in the action? (at least, up until the rope bridge. up until that point, she was clearly the non-participating teammate until suddenly—oop.)
  • here’s my most nit-picky problem: the water animation is seriously lacking here. it is rarely ever moving when it should be moving (ie: the water under the bridge, the water in the cave after patrick jumps in, the way it then drains after patrick finds a way to unplug the whole thing) and that’s the sort of graphic work i would’ve expected from her maybe ten games ago.

in my opinion, the only shining light in this game are the characters. they’re all interesting, and bess especially gets a gold medal here for complexity and going below surface level. meeting sonny was also a serious plus, and after games and games of build-up, he lived up to my expectations of him. SHAME THAT THIS GAME DIDN’T

Warehouse 13 Fanfic: Turn Time Off
Pairings: Bering and Wells
Word Count: ~1350

Notes: Inspired by the song Turn Time Off by David Myles, who I saw in concert on Tuesday.  (He was REALLY GOOD.)  Thank you to typey for the fast beta, and generally making me a better writer.  Any remaining mistakes are my own.

Summary: Just a little bit of Valentine’s Day fluff, Bering and Wells style.

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Next part, having received amatterofcomplication’s approval! In which Myka is still and always Myka (regardless of AU situation), a lot of other people are themselves as well, and things begin to take a turn toward slight WTF? for somebody. Additional information (yes, this will be on the test): masterpost of madness, plus part 1 and part 2.

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Myka is reading the manual. The PUC-Aerial manual, that is, because she is always chagrined when Artie knows more about the trucks and their equipment than she does. That Artie has been in this firehouse for thirty years, twenty of them as a firefighter and now as a general maintenance guru, is not the point. The point is that he knows more than Myka does. And that is a state of affairs that Myka knows how to remedy.

She’s trying to concentrate on that manual and not on the activity around her: Claudia and Steve are watching (arguing about) some kind of sports on television, Wolly is trying to tell Claudia that as the junior paramedic, she really should be gathering up supplies to restock the rig (which always means that he’ll give up and do it himself in three… two… and there he goes), Amanda is yelling at Todd to get in here and  make some food because he is the probie and it is his job (and she did not leave the Marine Corps just so she could be the lucky one to cook for a bunch of ingrates, Probie!). Trailer is yipping, as if in support of Amanda (because he did not leave the Marines either, for any reason, except possibly he would have, for biscuits), and Myka wishes she had ear plugs or the good judgment it would have required to set this brick of a manual down someplace other than here.

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