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.
You walked into the large home that belonged to the Mikaelson’s, a hesitant look on your face. You had gotten an invitation by someone unknown, yet you had decided to go as all of your friend were too. Also, Elena had begged you and Caroline to go because ‘she can’t handle the Salvatore drama’.
You knew about the supernatural world, but thankfully you had been out of town and had yet to meet the Mikaelson’s. Little did you know, that Elijah had seen you earlier in the week, and immediately recognized you as the doppelgänger of Klaus’s first and only love. He was the one who had sent you the invitation, and had also sent you a beautiful gown to wear.
A/N: A modified anon request, hope you all enjoy it. :)
“How do you look so good all the time?” Chris quizzed, watching you with his cheek in his palm. You rolled your eyes but your smile was too wide to hide. “I mean- We just got out of bed an hour ago and you already look like a movie star.”
Actually, you looked exactly like a normal human being did; Chris, on the other hand, looked like absolute perfection. They said celebrities were normal people too, outside of the movie sets and red carpet events, but Chris had proven otherwise. That man could roll out of bed, run his hand through his hair, wear a garbage bag, and somehow still look like he was about to do a shoot for Calvin Klein.
“Says the movie star,” you chuckled and he smiled, taking one of your hands in his and pressing it to his lips. “Can a girl just eat her waffles in peace?” You joked and he chuckled, shaking his head. “If you think this is me looking good, I can’t imagine what I’d look like bad.”
“Perfect,” he pecked another kiss on the back of your hand before releasing it. “I’m going to go settle the bill,” he told you as you finished up the last of your waffles. “Do you need anything else?” He asked and you shook your head, smiling. “Alright,” he chuckled softly and kissed the side of your head before getting up.
You watched as he strode towards the counter, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He glanced back at you with a smile that made him look like a dream and you felt your heart flutter when you remembered he was yours.
Every day, you’d wake up next to him feeling incredibly lucky. The man was out of your league and something out of a fairytale. He was sweet, kind, generous, intelligent, and a total gentleman; the complete opposite of your ex-boyfriend who scarred you so badly you nearly declined when Chris asked you out. You thank your lucky stars Chris didn’t give up so easily otherwise you wouldn’t be where you were now, slowly healing your fragile and insecure heart with the perfect man.
“Christopher Evans?” You heard a female voice exclaim and you refocused your attention on your boyfriend who now had the attention of a pretty blonde. “I thought it was you.” You winced, knowing Chris didn’t like the unwanted attention but felt your eyes narrow when he smiled and hugged the blonde instead.
“Kara O'Neill,” Chris chuckled as he pulled away from her. “It’s been a long time, how’ve you been?” He asked with a smile that made your stomach feel uneasy; what made things worst was the fact that you couldn’t hear what they were talking about.
“I’d like to say better than you but- we both know that won’t be true,” Kara joked and they both laughed. “Mr. Big-time-movie-star, huh?” She playfully clipped his jaw and his smile grew; your hand move to nervously fiddle with your necklace. “I always told you you’d make it.”
“And I always appreciated the vote of confidence from my favorite babysitter,” he smiled. “So how is everything with Michael? Mom said you’ve got two boys? What’s that like?” He asked and she chuckled. “I bet they’re a thousand times better than me and Scott.”
“You’d be surprise,” she chuckled. “Things are great, we’re actually looking for a house. California’s great but Boston is still home,” she said and he nodded in agreement. “Of course you’d agree, you’re planning to settle here aren’t you?”
“That’s always been the plan but-” He glanced over at you, hoping you were looking over at them but you were on your phone; you were trying to distract yourself from your interaction. “I can change them for Y/N, as long as she’s happy- I’m happy.”
“Ever the gentleman,” she smiled. “I would love to meet her but I really have to run, say hello for me?” She asked and he nodded. “I’ll talk to you soon, take care of yourself.” You looked up as they shared another tight hug and you felt your heart drop.
“Stop it, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself. “He’s nothing like Jack.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris tried to tell you about Kara on the way to his truck but you kept changing the subject. You had no idea that you’d feel better about their interaction after hearing Kara was his babysitter who was now married with children. You should’ve let him talk, and you would’ve if Jack hadn’t ruined you; he turned you into the kind of jealous and paranoid girlfriend you swore you’d never become. Chris was slowly working away the wall you’d built up but you were with Jack for five years, and you’d only been together with Chris for one.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked when he realized you barely spoke in the fifteen minute drive home. “You’ve been awfully quiet since we got into the truck,” he pointed out and you forced a smile on your face. “Oh wow,” he commented sarcastically, “I feel much better after that reassuring smile. Seriously, Y/N,” his eyes narrowed with concern. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m just tired,” you told him then reached for the handle to let yourself out of the truck. You opened the door only to have him reach over and close it again. “What are you doing?” You pried his hand off the handle and was about to exit when he locked all the doors from his master lock. “Seriously?” You turned to him with narrowed eyes. “I told you I’m fine.”
“And I know you well enough to know that you’re not fine,” he retorted. “We’re not going anywhere until we talk about what’s bothering you. You were fine at breakfast, you were fine when I left you, so what went wrong? Did you read something about us on your phone? Did you get a mean tweet? What is it? Tell me so I can fix it.”
“It’s nothing, Chris.” You tried to assure him but your tone wasn’t convincing; you sounded hurt and agitated and on the verge of breaking down, and it wasn’t because of him- it was you. “Now can you let me out of the truck?”
“I already told you, we’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s bothering you.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I have all day, Y/N. If you don’t talk then we’re going to sit in this truck until you talk or I figure it out.” You heaved a sigh. “It’s up to you, we can do it the easy way or the hard way.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” you bit, feeling your eyes well with tears at how ridiculous you were being. Chris was right, something was wrong but it had nothing to do with him. It was you, it was always you. He’d never do anything to hurt you, so why were you being such an idiot? All he did was talk to the girl, so why were you acting so jealous and upset? “Now let me out of the truck.”
“You’re telling me nothing’s wrong when it’s obvious you’re about to cry, Y/N.” His tone softened as he uncrossed his arms. “What is it? Can you just tell me so we can move on with our lives? You know I hate seeing you like this, so talk to me. Tell me how I can make things better,” he gently took your hands into his.
“Who was that girl?” You asked then spoke before he could answer. “You know what- don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. You’re allowed to talk to other girls, I’m just being stupid so- Ignore me, okay?” He felt his eyes narrow; he forgot about Jack which meant he had no idea why you were acting like this. “You’re Chris Evans, of course you’re going to talk to other girls.” You mumbled under your breath but he heard it.
“Is that the kind of guy you think I am?” You could hear the hurt in his voice. “Do you honestly think that just because I’m Chris Evans, I’m going to talk to other girls and cheat on you? I’m just a regular guy, Y/N. Just because I’m an actor, doesn’t mean I’m a cheater. I would never do that to you, ever.” He told you what you already knew. “If you think that’s the kind of person I am then- maybe I fell in-love with the wrong person.”
“Maybe,” you swallowed, ignoring the urge to start crying. “Maybe we should quit while we’re ahead,” you told him and his heart dropped. “I’m clearly not good in relationships, especially ones with a guy everybody wants.” You said and he remembered what you told him about Jack; he suddenly understood why you were acting the way you were. “I’ll grab my things and go if you’ll just let me out of the truck.”
You reached over and unlocked the doors yourself, hopping out of the truck and slamming the door shut behind you. You started to cry the moment your back was towards Chris; he rested his arms on the steering wheel and buried his face in his arms, cussing under his breath. He knew how badly your ex-boyfriend left you, he promised he’d be patient and understanding, but at that moment- it completely slipped his mind. In fact- he was pretty sure he used the same sentence your ex-boyfriend used when you confronted him about his infidelity.
“Y/N, wait!” He rushed out of the truck and ran towards the house, where you stood at the front door too blinded by your tears to find the house key. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He turned you around and hugged you tightly. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair as you sobbed, hugging him back. “I shouldn’t have said any of that. I should’ve just told you Kara was my babysitter growing up and that she’s married with kids and it was all a misunderstanding.”
“I’m sorry too,” you cried into his chest. “I know you’re not Jack, I just-” you pulled away to look at you, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Chris.” He gently brushed away your tears with his thumbs. “I don’t want to break up with you.”
“Good, because I wasn’t really going to let you.” He told you and you managed a chuckle, despite your uncontrollable crying. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with Chris Evans, whether you like it or not.” He teased and you buried yourself in his arms again.