Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Coulrophobia

Yep. I do have coulrophobia 🙂

Warning: cursing

(Y/N)'s POV:

My eyes look deep into the darkness, making out only what appears to be a silhouette of a person. "Uh... E, is that you?" I call out into the shadows.

Much to my horror, the figure steps forward, slowly creeping towards me. I gulp, taking a step back, as the thing edges closer. There, emerging from within the shadows, is a red nosed, distorted faced, hollow eyed creature with colours splattered all over its clothes.

A clown.
A Goddammed, mothaf*cking clown.

My breath gets caught in my throat as pure terror fogs my mind. My eyes widen in their sockets, a look of horror masking my face as I try to step away from the approaching thing of nightmares.

All seems deadly silent, my eyes not once leaving the clown. Just when I think that it might be possible for me to escape and lock myself in my room, the red-nosed demon sprints at me.

I immediately turn to run, but the odds are against me, because the next thing I know, I'm being yanked back. The creature succeeds in caging me in its arms, despite my aggressive wriggling and attempts to escape it.

I let out an ear piercing scream, and the clown's hand comes up to cover my mouth. My eyes gloss up, tears threatening to spill any moment.

"Hey, hey, hey!" a familiar voice calls. "I-It's just me, baby. It's me."

My breaths quicken, and I freeze. I slowly turn around, at the same time the person rips what was apparently a mask off, and my eyes take in the face of my boyfriend.

"G-G-Grayson?" I stammer. I feel his grip tighten around my shoulders. "What do think you're doing?!"

"(Y-Y/N), I am so sorry," Grayson says, worry and a hint of fear striking his face. "I-I didn't mean to...I...Awh, f*ck. I'm so sorry, baby."

Before I can stop them, fresh, salty tears run down my cheeks, my breaths still rapid. "Why are you dressed as a clown?!" I yell, though my voice gets drowned out by sobs.

"I-we...I-I was pranking Ethan. I didn't mean to scare you like that."

"Grayson, I'm coulrophobic! When I saw a clown in the kitchen, I..." I trail off, and Grayson understood what I meant.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am, baby," Grayson says, a frown still etched on his face. "I really am. C'mere, babe."

Grayson tries to bring me into a hug, but I back away, leaving him with a pout. "I...I can't hug you. Not like this," I say, hugging myself. "Not while you're still dressed as my worst nightmare."

"Right. I'm sorry." Grayson then begins to tug off the horrifying costume, leaving it to fall to the floor. My cheeks instantly flush red, as a shirtless Grayson stands before me, holding his arms out expectantly.

I walk back over to him, and let him pull me into his warm embrace. Grayson holds me tight, as I press my face into his bare chest, feeling extremely relieved.

I feel my boyfriend plant a firm kiss on the top of my head. "I'm so, so sorry, baby," Gray says. "I love you, (Y/N). I'm sorry about that."

"It's OK, Gray," I assure him. "Just...Don't ever dress as a clown again. At least not in front of me."

"I swear I won't. Cross my heart," Grayson says, his strong arms around me making my worries disappear and making a sense of calmness take over me.

"I love you, Grayson," I say, moving my head up to place a light kiss right above his collar bone.

"I love you, baby. So much," he replies.

Turns out, Ethan got just as terrified as I did when Grayson played out his marvelous prank. Which is why Gray was the one to pay for pizza, as a way to make it up to Ethan and I, and also to celebrate his little prank.

I spent the night in Grayson's bed, with him holding me close to him as he continued to tell me about the whole week it took to plan the entire prank.

He then swore to me that he'd never let anything or anyone harm me. Though he didn't have to. I trusted him, and always felt safe when he was around, anyway.

I know I can always count on my goofy, loving Prank King.