ᴅᴏʟᴀɴ ᴛᴡɪɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

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yOO IM HERE WRITING IMAGINES FOR THE TWINS BC WHY NOT. THEY'LL PROBABLY BE SHITTY LIKE ALL MY IMAGINES BUT ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.

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you sat on the cold white marble island in the middle of your kitchen as you watch your boyfriend, grayson cook food for you.

you smiled at how beautiful he was. he was shirtless. his grey joggers hung low on his waist showing the band of his calvin klein boxers.

"what?" grayson laughed, as he noticed you staring at him. you felt your cheeks get hot and put your head down. "nothing. you look cute." you smiled.

"you're pretty cute too." grayson licked his finger and came to stand in between your legs. he stared at you for a second before placing his large hands on your waist and leaning in to kiss your lips.

"i love you." he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up off the island. you wrapped your legs around his waist, placing your face in his neck.

"i love you, too." you mumbled into his neck.

you stayed in grayson's arms for about five minutes. you loved being around him. you loved how he gave you his undivided attention all the time.

grayson placed you on the ground, making you frown.

"i like this song. dance with me." grayson smiled grabbing your hands, intertwining your fingers.

you danced to the music, occasionally laughing at grayson when he would trip or hit his toe on the fridge.

"then we danced in the dark under the september stars, in the pouring rain." grayson sang.

"and i know, that i can't ever tell you enough. all i need in this life is your crazy love." you sang back to him as he smiled.

"if i never get to see the northern lights. of if i never get to see the eiffel tower at night. and if all i've got, is your hand in my hand. baby i could die, a happy man." grayson kissed you but you were interrupted by the smoke alarm going off.

"my food!" grayson cried taking the pan off the stove. "y/n, open the door-oh my god!" grayson coughed from the smoke.

"jesus." you crawled over to the door, opening it. "oh. my. god." grayson coughed between each word.

once the smoke cleared out and the smoke alarms stopped beeping grayson took the pan off the stove to hold it up.

"grayson! you burned the chicken to the pan!" you laughed. grayson scratched the back of his head.

"yeah, i guess i kinda did, didn't i?"

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i feel like an absolute failure after writing this. i cringed so hard. i'm literally cringing.