Dolan Imagines ♛

•camping ~ G

Just went camping. Yay inspo
3rd Person yay
NOT EDITED could be a mess (like me)
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Today was Grayson and your's 1 year anniversary. Recently, he had been obsessed with survival videos, so you planned a camping trip for the two of you.

You had woken up early to pack the tent and some of his and your stuff into the back of the car. It all needed to be top secret until the reveal.

Later that afternoon, Grayson had come to yours from filming with Ethan. He stood at the door, when you opened it, he was holding a bunch of red roses and a card. He handed them to you, said „happy anniversary baby" and planted a kiss on your lips. You took the roses, smelling them,
„They're beautiful, thanks Gray"
„Not as beautiful as You" he says, and you blush. You go to put them in a vase in the living room, Grayson follows, grabbing your ass every once in a while.
After opening the cute card, you look at him-
„Now, your gift" you smirk.
„But first..." he says, attaching his sweet lips to yours, kissing you passionately, not forgetting your neck. As much as you enjoyed it, you pushed him off.
„Car please, Mr Dolan" you say, pushing him out the front door, grabbing your phone and a portable charger, and locking up.
He gets in the passenger side, inquisitive.
„Wait and see"

You eventually pull up - an open field.
It was now sunset.

You hop out the car, opening the boot ( /Trunk - idk what u wanna call it) and pulling out the tent and a back pack.
„Y/N, what the fuck" he says, grinning.

„Take the tent, and pitch it in the forest by the side" You say, Smiling.

You get your stuff, and head over to where Grayson was starting to assemble camp, a massive grin on his face. He was sorting out the tent poles, and decide to help out, eventually both bashing in the pegs, before hugging him as he breathes „teamwork!".

It was now dark, and luckily a lot of dry wood was littered on the ground.
„Right, now Grayson, i need to you to.."
He cut you off „make a fire!" he exclaimed, hopefully. 
„Yup!" you beam, he beams.

You sit on a log, your tent behind you, as you watch Grayson teach you how to make a perfect snore.

You spend the night together giggling, eating, kissing and resting on eachother by the warm fire. Soaking in eachothers presence. 

„This is the best present ever y/n. Thank you so much. You are the best" he says, and takes your hand.
„Anything for you" you say, getting up, over to the tent and getting something out of your bag.
You come back, and sit down, handing him a wrapped box.
„No not something else" he says, testing the paper, throwing into the fire.
„thank you!" he smiles, looking st his favourite aftershave he had just fun out of.
„And this...," he gets up, „Is for you"

He sits back down, a small box wrapped in black paper. You open it, gasping.
„No Grayson"
„I got you a promise ring, cos I promise to love you for all these years to come. It's pretty, but not half as pretty as you." he blushes, and you kiss him passionately.

The fire soon dies out, and you guys head to your tent. While he was lighting the camp fire, you had payed our sleeping bags and pillows, many of them, and hung fairy lights from the top of the tent.
„You're to cute" he says, as he crawls in.
You lay next to eachother, cuddling, him kissing you, spontaneous makeouts with little pauses to mutter sweet „I love you"s in eachothers ear.
It becomes more rough and passionate, and Grayson moved to your neck.

He pulls away - „oops, that'll leave a mark in the morning" he shrugs, and you straddle him, grinning.

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Yay tired