dolan twins imagines

✧ cuts - grayson

warning: this is a serious topic.

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you open your door to reveal your boyfriend grayson, shining a toothy smile. he immediately hugs you tightly. "y/n!" he says.

"hey baby," you reply, letting go of the hug. you fix the sleeves of your sweatshirt, as they rose up a bit during the hug.

"let's watch a movie, yeah?" he asks. you nod as you close the front door. "i'll make popcorn!" you add, running to the kitchen.

grayson sits on the couch. "what do you want to watch love?" he calls. you take out a bag of popcorn. "i don't care, you pick!"

he hums 'okay' in response. you put the popcorn in the microwave and push the buttons on it.

"you want anything besides popcorn?" you ask, opening the pantry door. "no, thank you baby!" he says.

the microwave beeps as the popcorn is done. (why can't popcorn be this fast to make lol)

you pour the popcorn into a fairly large bowl and walk to grayson, and jump onto the couch. popcorn flys everywhere, but you and grayson giggle like kids.

grayson glances down at the bowl and grabs some popcorn, but stops in the process. he stares at your wrist.

your eyes are glued to the screen, but notice grayson not moving. you look at him to see his eyes plastered into your arm. you quickly pull down your sleeve.

"y/n-n?" grayson asks quietly.
"why?"

"i'm sorry." you immediately say.

"why?" he asks, a bit louder.

"i-i-i-i-" you choke up and get up and run to your room, tears streaming down your face. grayson follows you.

you climb under the covers and sob. "princess," grayson starts. you ignore him, as your cries are uncontrollable.

"y/n, i'm not mad. just please, let me see them," grayson begs. he pulls the covers off your broken body and pulls up your sweatshirt sleeve.

he places his lips on the scars and places a soft kiss on them.

"sit up," grayson says. you do as your told, still crying. he wipes your tears off your face with the lad of his thumbs and kisses your forehead.

"hey, baby," he comforts.

"why are you doing this? please, tell me," he says, rubbing your cuts soothingly.

"i-i'm not g-good-d enough gray,"

"bullshit. you're amazing. you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. you're perfect in every single way. you are worth it. you were put on this world for a reason. you have so much life to fulfill. okay? don't ever think you're not good enough. i love you."

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