dolan twins imagines

It's Time / grayson

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“Cmon, y/n. It’s time to go!” Grayson yelled, pulling you away from the cotton candy machine you were gazing at. 

You and Grayson had went to the summer carnival that happened once a year. It was a tradition between the two of you for over 6 years, the last 2 years being even more special because you two were finally a couple. 

“I don’t wanna go! Look at the cotton candy! It looks so good!” 

Cotton candy was always your favorite part of the carnival. The way it was made and how it tasted was so cool and so good. 

“You already ate 3 bags of the cotton candy, as well as who knows what else. Lets go, y/n.” Grayson said. It had been getting late and you two were already running late to another event you were going to the same night. 

After another 3 minutes of Grayson begging you to leave, you two finally left. Grayson had to buy you another bag of cotton candy before you agreed to leave though.

“You’re going to get sick babe.” Grayson had been driving home while you were in the passenger seat, over halfway done with the bag.

“I will not! I could eat 10 more bags and still not be sick.” You say with a mouthful of it.

You and Grayson were arguing back and forth about it for basically the rest of the 15 minute drive, making it feel like an hour.

You two arrived back at the house and got ready for the event you had to attend.

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After you had gotten back from the event, you and Grayson slumped onto the couch and turned on a netflix movie.

You could feel the food all coming back up, so you ran into the bathroom as quick as possible.

“I told you you would get sick!” Grayson says, laughing a bit at the subject.

“Shut up, Gray. You love me.” You say, sitting back down on the couch and wrapping the fuzzy red blanket you had been using while proceeding to put your head on Grayson’s shoulder.

“I know I do, y/n. I love you.” Grayson says, kissing your forehead and pushing play on the ps4 controller in order to start the movie back up.

“Gray?” You had asked, looking up at him with groggy eyes

“Yeah?”

“Can you carry me to the bedroom?” You asked, basically asleep on his shoulder

“Of course, I’m getting tired too.”

But instead of Grayson picking you up bridal style, like expected, he flipped you over his shoulder and started walking to the bedroom. You dragged the blanket along the floor and just hung there, too lazy to do anything.

“Hey, Gray? You have a nice butt.” You say, poking his ass and giggling as your hair dangles down.

“Thanks baby, I try.” Grayson says, laughing and flipping you over onto the bed.

“Ah, home sweet home. Goodnight Grayson, I love you.” You say, immediately passing out before Grayson can respond.

“I love you too, y/n”