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“You and me right here, is perfect." (Grayson)

Based off the song Heaven by Kane Brown


Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain’t convinced
I don’t know how, I don’t know how heaven, heaven
Could be better than this


Grayson’s POV

I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, not being able to fall asleep. I picked up my phone and turned it on, my lock screen flashing a picture of (Y/N) and I.

“Please be awake.” I sighed as I pressed the call button on her contact profile.

“Hey hon, is everything alright?” She asked when she answered.

“Uh, sorta. Can you come over?” I asked.

“Grayson, it’s late. And I’m already in bed.” She sighed.

“I know, but it’s been a rough day and I want to see you. Please? I just wanna cuddle and talk.” We sat there in silence for a minute before I heard (Y/N) take a deep breath.

“Okay, fine. But just cuddling and talking. I’m too tired for anything else.” She said.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I’ll be over in a little bit.” We hung up and I turned on the light while I lied in bed, waiting for (Y/N) to show up. I hated asking her to come over this late, but she always comforted me, and I felt safe in her arms.

After a while, I heard the front door open and (Y/N) walked into my room.

“Hey.” I whispered. I watched her as she walked over to my bedside and slipped off her shoes. I pulled her into my chest and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Hi.” She said with a smile. She rolled over sat up against the wall and wrapped her arms around me as I lied my head on her chest. “You wanna talk about your day?” She asked, rubbing my back.

“I don’t even know where to start.” I groaned. I began venting to (Y/N) about my day and how stressful it was. “Then when I got home, after hours of dealing with issues with my car, our hard drive crapped out and I lost the footage from a video Ethan and I filmed, that took hours, so now he’s irritated, which is never fun to deal with.” I sighed.

“Well, at least the day is over and you can start new tomorrow.” She said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I bet I could recover that footage for you.”

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow.” I laughed. “You know, you and me right here, is perfect.”

“Yeah, it is pretty perfect.” (Y/N) said as she began playing with my hair.

“Y'know, people are always talking about how perfect heaven they think it is, and how beautiful it is. It’s like they can’t wait to get there with how much they praise it. But I don’t think it will ever compare to how I feel when I lie in your arms.” I said through a loud yawn.

I lied my head back on (Y/N)’s chest and felt my eyelids begin to get heavy as she started rubbing my back again. This was my most peaceful place and I would not mind if I never had to leave the warmth and comfort of (Y/N)’s embrace.

“Anyone would incredibly lucky to date you.” (Ethan)

Based off the song Singles you Up by Jordan Davis


If he ever singles you up, if he’s ever stupid enough
I’ma be the first one calling you baby


Ethan’s POV

I was out at a bar one evening, just unwinding after a hectic week, when I heard a familiar voice as the music cut out. I looked down the bar and saw an old friend of mine, (Y/N). We met in college and became super close, enough to still see each other every once in a while. I’d had a crush on her for a while, but once she started seeing another guy that we knew, Michael, who she was at the bar with, I knew that I had to push those feelings aside, no matter how badly I wished that she would be mine.

She turned my direction and I saw her eyes widened as soon as she saw me.

“Ethan!” She cheered as she walked over to me. I gave her a smile as I got up to greet her, all my feelings coming back as we hugged.

“(Y/N), hey. How have you been? It’s been a while since we’ve last seen each other.” I sighed.

“I’ve been good. Work’s been keeping me busy, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary. How are you doing?” She asked.

“Busy too, but I like to be kept busy. I like being productive.” I smiled. We sat there for a while, talking and catching up, telling each other things that have happened since the last time we spoke, which, at this point, had been almost two months.

“White wine? That’s not your usual.” I said as I listened to her order another drink.

“I can’t hang anymore like I used to in college. This is my second glass, and I’ll probably just switch to water or something.” She laughed.

“I don’t believe that at all. Whenever you post pictures on your girls nights, you always have a cocktail glass in your hand.”

“I don’t drink like that when I’m with Michael. I’m always the designated driver when the two of us go out. When I’m out with my girls, we order ubers.”

“He’s never the designated driver?” I asked, and she shook her head. “That’s not fair. You should be able to have fun anytime you’re out.”

I looked over at Michael who was downing another beer, laughing with the guys he was with. Personal biases aside, I’ve always thought that (Y/N) could do so much better than him. Michael and I were never close, but I never really felt like a friendship was there between us. And now that he was with (Y/N), I really didn’t want to try to be his friend.

(Y/N) and I spent hours talking, and it felt just like old times, retelling stories and reminiscing, and talking about new things. And in all that time, not once did Michael come up to us. Him and (Y/N) barely spoke to each other the entire time we were talking, nor did it really seem like they were worried about each other.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” She asked abruptly.

“Uh, not at the moment, no.” I sighed. “Like I said, I’ve just been super busy.”

“That’s no reason to keep you from seeing someone.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, I’ve had this thing, I guess, for someone that I know. But there’s no way she’d ever wanna be with me.” I stared down at my glass as I spoke, not wanting to look at (Y/N).

“Oh yeah? Tell me about her.” She said, sounding way too eager.

“Well,” I began, not really knowing what to tell her without being too specific, “we’ve been friends for a long time and we’ve always been super close. She’s great, really. She’s so funny, she’s driven, and she’s so so beautiful. But, she’s with someone else, who I think is a complete jackass, but I don’t want to come between them. She seems happy with him, and I’m happy for her, but I just wish someday she’d see that she’d be so much happier with me than him. I hate how jealous that sounds, but I really do hope that one day she’d see me and think, ‘wow, I can’t believe I ever thought of being with someone other than you.’”

“That doesn’t sound jealous. It sounds desperate, but not jealous.” She teased.

“Desperate is my middle name.” I laughed.

“Ethan, listen to me,” she began. I turned to her and she placed her hands on my cheeks. “You are a complete catch. You’re so handsome, and you’re so sweet and loving, and anyone would incredibly lucky to date you. I hope that whoever this girl is, she realizes that.” She said.

“Apparently she already does, because she is you.” I thought to myself. I just forced a smile and looked up at her, no longer knowing what to say.

“It’ll probably be sooner than you think.” She said with a smile.

“Let’s hope.” I sighed, sitting up and finishing my drink. Just then, Michael stumbled over to us and leaned against (Y/N).

“Hey hon, you remember Ethan, right?” (Y/N) said to him.

“Yeah, what’s up man? How have you been?” He slurred, barely holding his eyes open. We exchanged a quick hello before he began whining, saying he was ready to go home.

“Alright, let’s get you to the car and we’ll go home.” (Y/N) said as she stood up. She turned to me and smiled. “Ethan, it was so good seeing you. We’ve gotta see each other again soon.” She said as we hugged.

“Yes, I agree. Let’s hope our schedules agree as well.” I laughed.

“And don’t give up on that girl. She’ll come around.” She said, patting me on the back. She pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before she began to walk off. I watched as her and Michael walked out of the bar and I found myself beginning to follow them out to the parking lot.

“Hey, one more thing before you leave.” I said to (Y/N) after she helped Michael into the car.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“If he ever is crazy enough to break up with you, give me a call.” I said quietly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She stared up at me as she began to piece together the puzzle.

“I will.” She said with a smile.

I watched as they drove off, giving (Y/N) a small wave before she got too far. I walked to my car and let out a sigh of relief. I was glad I finally told her how I felt, but I hoped that things would change soon.

starrydolan  asked:

OMG would you be able to do a superhero au with Grayson where the reader is like the villain and they just have flirty banter every time they meet until he finally decides to ask her out💛

this took me soooo long to write because i’ve never done anything like it before, but it was so fun to work on! i changed a few things from the actual request, but i hope it’s at least kind of close to what you were looking for! :)

summary: when grayson dolan, LA’s favorite hero, can’t stop running into y/n, a criminal that flies under the city’s radar, he finds himself first obsessing over her and her life choices, and then falling for her. but how does a vigilante end up with a criminal?

the first time you met was at the california fires.

he had seen you quickly moving around through the front windows, and, thinking you were a homeowner trapped inside by the flames, had darted inside as quickly as possible to get you out. when he finally found you in the house, though, he realized that he had been mistaken about you.

you were no homeowner– oh, no. you were quite the opposite.

when grayson reached you, what you were doing was unbelievable to him. “hey, are– are you fucking stealing from this house?”

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