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lcvalia · 12 days ago

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for the ask game ><

🤍 — what are your love languages VS. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

🍒 — do you have any inside jokes with your s/o or funny scenarios?

💭 — who was the first person you told after getting with your s/o?

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this might not be much but i was lowkey exhausted after school & didnt nap after like i usually do... so not much of a yapfest ( maybe in the other ones!! ) but enjoy ♡

🤍 — what are your love languages vs. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

ꪆ୧ my love languages are physical touch && quality time, while harry’s is acts of service && physical touch. i show harry love by helping him with things that matter to him, whether that be taking care of small or big tasks, doing chores, etc. just being there whenever he needs support. i do small gestures throughout the day, subtle hand touches, random hugs, and small cheek kisses when i get the chance. honestly the same can go to harry too, the sneakily hand holding whilst in class, laying his head on my shoulder, a reassuring hug when he knows i need it sometimes, and randomly playing with my hair while reading in the common room. he knows i value our quiet moments together, where we don’t have to say anything but just enjoy each other’s company.

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

ꪆ୧ songs that remind me of harry are ;

“Out Like a Light” by The Honeysticks, Ricky Montgomery. this song reminds me of him during out 5th year at hogwarts, still in our slow burn phase SADLY but, “love me in spite.” wanting to love me even though in spite of our #issues

“Ever Seen” by Beabadoobee. had a dream once about him and he told me i had pretty eyes, so then this song came on the day after and it IMMEDIATELY reminded me of him. actually had me giggling and squealing that i then scripted in as a scenario ☹️ my baby </3

“John Wayne” by Cigarettes After Sex. mm lord how do i explain this one.. hm… well let’s start with this song automatically reminded me of him because i feel like. he’d be so awkward when confessing, like “he’s got so much love for her, but he doesn’t know what to do.” && “baby, he’s got to be crazy. living like john wayne,” ?!?!!?? speaks volumes that he would be scared of ruining our friendship but would risk it anyways because he deeply cares for me in a way nobody can explain </3 this boy i SWEAR.

🍒 — do you have any inside jokes with your s/o or funny scenarios?

ꪆ୧ a funny scenario i scripted in with harry is that we’re in potion class and snape gave a complicated potion to make and well, that goes wonderfully! (no it doesn’t)(i was getting glitter out my hair for a week)

i questioned harry in a concerned tone, “are you sure this goes in..?” harry then chuckled slightly. “i’m sure it goes in, let’s just try it.” i complied, with a shaky hand i added the last ingredient. but to our surprise, it didn’t do anything. “well that’s odd,” harry whispered, glancing at the instructions. “it should’ve been started bubbling by now.” i peered at the potion, which looked as dull and unimpressive as when we’d first started. “did we miss something? maybe it’s one of those ‘don’t do it too fast’ things?” harry then shrugged, still glancing at the instructions. “maybe,” he looked closer at the instructions, seeing if we missed something. “we did everything right—” before harry could finish, all you could hear was a loud boom. everyone whipped their heads towards our station, a jet stream on gold glitter shooting straight into the air. the entire class just stared, hermione’s eyes widened as ron started slightly laughing as i scrambled back, falling down on the floor. i barely dodged the falling glitter as it fell down on me. it was everywhere; on my hair, my robes, even in my eyes. harry holding back his laugh, as i sat on the floor wiping my face. “that is not funny, harry.”

💭 — who was the first person you told after getting with your s/o?

ꪆ୧ hermione and alvida! my actual pookies i love them sooo much, they’re the first two i told after i got with harry <33 i know they PRAYED for times like these, like they were so ready for it to finally happen. you know those glances your friends give eachother when that person comes around, that’s literally them sigh

@lcvalia

note ♡ here is the link to the dr s/o ask game ! i have three more asks to do which ill get to tomorrow ( might do two post for it ) but yeahh! thank you for sending in asks i lav you guys 🫶 these help me connect to my dr and motivates me to shift so i enjoy doing these!! ^_^

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balladofareader · 2 months ago

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OMMMMMMMGOSH BELLAHGFDGHJ TYSMMM 😭 😭 YOU ARE SO AMAZING AHGH ILYYY

You're right he's not hot on my birthday...HE IS SUPER DUPER EXTREMELY H O T

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW I DOO TOOOOOOOOOO...YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THAT GIF!!!

OMGOSHGH BELLA TYSM FOR THIS AMAZING GIFT I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER AND FRIEND - YOU ARE SO KIND AND SWEET AND MEOWMAZINGFDSDFGHJ ILYYYYYYYYY 💕

To show my gratitude I will not add a Glen Powell gif to this!! TEHEHE

@balladofareader

AHHHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY MIRAAA 🎉😘🥳🎂🎁🎈 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BESTTTT DAY EVERRRR AND GET EVERYTHING YOU WANTTT YOU DESERVE ITTT GIRL !! 💘💘💘

glen powell is still not hot even on your birthday. he’s still not hot.

I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCHHH 🥰💕😘💓💖💘🥰😍❤️💕😘💓 WITH MY WHOLLLE ENTIREEE HEARTT EVEN WHEN YOU TORTURE ME WITH THAT ONE GIF 😒😒

SO HERE IS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOUUUU… I HOPE YOU ENJOY

(I know you wanted a holiday fic rather than a birthday one so that’s what I wrote 🤭🤭)

title: mira’s birthday

pairing: grayson hawthorne x miranda

Fairy lights, wound around the bookshelves, twinkled brightly against the dark of the night. Mira had put them up herself whilst Grayson was out and was quite proud of how she’d managed. She didn’t exactly have a track record for being good at things like this. One time she’d attempted to put up a shelf and ended up in A&E with a sprained wrist and a concussion.

Not a fun day.

She stood back to admire her work one last time before picking up the red ribbon she’d set down on the table earlier. She’d meant to tie them in her hair this morning but had forgotten on about six different occasions. Miranda sat down and slowly weaved one through the section of hair she wanted it to. Tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she felt her fingers twist and turn sections of hair a ribbon so everything would sit in perfectly before she finally tied the bow. One side was done, that was the easy part, now she had to do the other side in perfect symmetry.

After three separate attempts she heard footsteps and immediately locked her eyes to the doorway. Grayson Hawthorne leant in the doorframe, gorgeous as ever, a small smile on his lips. Mira immediately bounded towards him grinning, the remaining ribbon softly falling to the floor, forgotten once again.

“I missed you,” she laughed, leaping into his arms.

Swiftly as ever Grayson caught her, spinning her around in his arms, “I was gone for two hours,” he said, setting her down.

“Two hours too long,” she replied with a soft shrug.

“Well I do apologise,” he said sincerely, before kissing her cheek gently.

Mira flushed, “you can apologise again if you like.”

Her eyes practically sparkled and Grayson obliged to her request, kissing her a second time.

“You put up fairy lights,” he commented, cocking his head towards the decorated bookshelves.

“I know,” she winked, “impressive right.”

“Extremely,” Grayson nodded.

“I didn’t even need the instruction booklet,” she told him proudly, “I just worked it out all by myself.”

“Does that mean they’re going to fall down in an hour?” he asked dryly.

“Hey!” she groaned, slapping his upper arm, though it probably hurt her more than it did him, his arm was like a rock, “that’s mean! I think I deserve another apology!”

Grayson chuckled, taking her face into his hands and kissing her lips slowly.

She meant the world to him and more. Mira had been his light in the darkest of times, the sunshine in his hurricane, the emotion through the numbness. She’d taught him how to feel again, how to love, how to be happy, how to feel free, how to let go of the demons that were driving him insane internally.

“I suppose that will have to make up for it,” she mumbled into his lips.

He grinned and continued kissing her gently. They both got lost in the moment, their chests moving up and down in a syncopated rhythm. Mira stumbled, falling into the sofa. He wasn’t fast enough to catch her this time, too distracted by her sweet taste. Slowly she pulled him down with her, continuing the kiss, but this time she made it a little slower, the movement more drawn out, lips lingering on one another’s before going into the next kiss.

He pulled away, eyeing her book, “you’re reading once upon a broken heart again?”

“Are you really surprised?” Mira laughed, brushing a loose stand of blonde back into his perfectly styled hair.

“No,” he smiled softly, his eyes mellowing as they met hers, before he went in for another soft kiss.

“It’s a good book,” she said against him.

“I’m sure it is,” he replied stiffly before pausing, “but-“

Mira quickly put her finger on his lips, stopping his from taking it any further, “No but,” she warned him sternly.

“There is a but,” Grayson said simply.

“No there’s not,” she shook her head, denying it.

“But there is!” he groaned.

“Come on Gray,” she pouted, trying to plead him with her large brown puppy dog eyes.

He turned away from them, fearing he might not be able to resist.

“But,” he sighed, “I do wish you weren’t so obsessed with that,” he paused to do air quotes with his fingers, “‘Jacks’ person.”

She folded her arms giving him a pointed stare, “I’m not!”

He quirked a questioning brow, calling out her blatant lie.

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, “but if you read this you’d get it.”

He made a face, so Mira stuck her tongue out at him before she picked up the ribbon for her hair that she’d left before Grayson has returned. She began to try again.

“Allow me princess,” Grayson murmured softly into her ear, gently taking the ribbon from her, so the soft material rippled over the palm of her hand before transferring to his.

The bold red stood out against his pale hands, like fresh blood would in snow. Carefully he adjusted her position so her back was facing him, allowing him access to her hair. Gently, he ran tentative fingers through her curls watching as they coiled down her back. He smoothly glided the red ribbon through the strands of ebony, contorting the ribbon with loops and twists until it formed a perfect bow. Slowly, he took out the one she’d done earlier and repeated the process on the other side so they both looked equal.

“Let me look at you, princess,” he murmured, once he was finished.

Mira’s cheeks tinted a rosy pink as she turned to face him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, mesmerised.

Her cheeks glowed an even darker shade of red, now almost matching the ribbons in her hair. Shyly, she stood up and walked over to the full length mirror in the corner.

“Thank you,” she said, admiring her hair in the mirror.

He stood up and walked towards her, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind and resting his chin just over her collar bone. Grayson smiled lopsidedly as he watched her beaming. Her energy was infectious, a bubbling, shining, bursting ball of pure joy.

He silently took her hand and raised it above her head. Mira looked at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before Grayson spun her around. Caught off guard, laughing, she stumbled mid spin. She spiralled forwards, losing all of her balance, luckily Grayson acted swiftly, slipping his arm around her waist and catching her. He kissed the tip of her nose before helping her back up.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said.

Her eyes practically sparkled, “oooo I love surprises.”

“And,” he paused for a moment, leaving her nearly bursting with anticipation, “it involves cookies.”

“I’m sold,” she said almost immediately.

Grayson found the corners of his mouth turning upwards once again. A year ago he wouldn’t have ever imagined he’d smile as much this. Mira had found his smile again, he’d lost it at sometime he didn’t know exactly when. All he did know was the Mira had brought it back. He offered his hand to her and she gladly took it, interlocking her fingers with his.

“Follow me,” he whispered.

As they were about to leave the room, Mira’s phone buzzed and a notification banner popped up on her screen. Grayson couldn’t read the name but watched curiously as Mira picked it up to reply.

“Hang on,” she said quickly, “I have to get this.”

“Who are you talking to?” he mused.

“Nosy much,” she teased with a sweet giggle.

Grayson only shrugged in reply, “just wondering.”

“If you must know,” she said with an exaggerated sigh, “I’m talking to my friend Bella about someone very important to me.”

“And who might that be,” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Mira’s lips stretched into a wide smile, radiating her sunshine energy to the rest of the room, “a certain lovable cowboy.”

His expression quickly morphed into something between panic and confusion. She had to bite back a laugh at the sight, usually her boyfriend was the master of masking his emotions but they were perfectly displayed on his face on this occasion. She could imagine what he was worried about. ‘A certain lovable cowboy’ could’ve been a lot of people, including his brother.

“Glen Powell of course!” she laughed.

He tried to hide a shaky sigh of relief, before his expression pinched back into some sort of disgust, “Glen Powell?”

“Yes, Glen Powell,” she nodded brightly.

He wrinkled his nose and adjusted the sleeves of his suit.

“You’re jealous!” Mira exclaimed.

“No I’m not,” he replied sharply, heat rising in his face.

She smirked failing to hide her amusement, “oh you so are!”

“I am not,” he gritted through his teeth refusing to meet her eyes.

“I can tell you’re lying,” Mira sang, folding her arms across her chest.

“No you can’t,” he said.

“So…” she replied, a glint of mischief flickering across her expression, “you won’t mind if I replay ‘The Edit’ then.”

“Put the phone down, princess,” Grayson said flatly, his face now not betraying his true feelings.

“I thought you weren’t jealous,” she challenged, narrowing her eyes at him.

“I’m not,” he deadpanned.

“So why can’t I play ‘The Edit’ then?” she responded.

“Don’t give it such an important title,” he scoffed, delicately changing the subject, “it’s an edit, not ‘The Edit’, you make it sound so important.”

Mira gasped loudly, clamping a hand over her heart, “it is important! It is ‘The Edit’! Look!”

She flicked her phone towards him, clips of Glen Powell playing and he swiftly shut the screen off.

“Fine, fine I’ll admit it,” he put his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes, reluctant to reveal the truth, “I am in fact bothered by this celebrity crush.”

Mira smiled.

“Go on,” he sighed, “say it, I know you want to.”

“I told you so,” she said softly.

“You did,” he replied.

“Don’t worry Gray,” Mira murmured, cupping his face in her palms, “I don’t think I could ever love anyone like I love you.” She brushed her lips over his slowly before finishing the sentence, “except Glenn Powell.”

His jaw hung slack as she doubled over in laughter.

“Just kidding,” she winked over her shoulder, “now you said something about cookies?”

Grayson, jaw readjusted to its normal position, softly took back her hand into his and guided her to the kitchen. He watched as her face lit up, glistening like a pearl in the centre of a clam shell. It was something he would’ve seen as so small, of such little consequence, but to her it was everything. After realising that, Grayson decided that it meant it was also everything to him too.

The table was laid with a menagerie of different piping bags, all filled with icings of every colour you could imagine. Beside them was a plate of freshly baked cookies, ready to be decorated.

Mira looked at Grayson, her eyes twinkling, “you did all of this?” she asked in a small, awestruck voice.

“Of course, princess,” he replied smoothly, pulling her back into his chest for a small hug.

She squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down, “it’s so pretty!”

“I’m glad you like it,” he beamed, removing his suit jacket in a smooth motion.

“When can we get started?” she asked him, itching to get going.

“Right now,” he winked, rolling up his sleeves, “grab a piping bag Mira.”

Eagerly, she went straight for the pink icing the cutest idea already in her mind.

Before starting his own design, Grayson took a moment to just sit back and silently observe. She would never know he was staring at her in this moment, she was far too concentrated on what she was doing. She would never know he was taking in every little detail of her movement. She would never know how much he adored how her eyebrows were pinched together, how her eyes were narrowed and focussed and how the baby hair falling into her eyes was ignored. She would never know how much he loved her, how full his heart felt in this moment, how she’d saved him in so many ways.

Reluctantly averting his eyes, he turned to his own cookie and began to work.

Mira wasn’t exactly a professional cookie decorator, but she had a steady hand with the piping bag and her design was actually replicating the idea she’d formed in her head. As she was piping she only formed more ideas for her other cookies, each getting more and more ambitious the longer she spent thinking about them. Her eyes flicked up to Grayson for a moment, she watched as he methodically manipulated the icing to give the effect he wanted. Only he could make cookie decorating serious art. She bit her lip, trying to stop her smile. She loved watching him work, so in his zone, his element. When he painted he was lost in his own world, a world where he felt liberated from all that weighed on his chest. It was nice to see him like that. Free.

She finished off the details and sprinkled on some edible glitter. She grinned proudly, leaning back to take a better look, “Mine is a masterpiece,” she announced.

Grayson looked at her and couldn’t help but smile. She had powdered icing sugar brushed over her cheek, her apron was stained with half of the rainbow and a few loose strands of hair had fallen from the ribbons down to frame heels face. She was stunning. An overwhelming feeling hit his mid chest all of a sudden, almost knocking him flat.

“I’m sure,” he murmured, gray eyes roaming over her hungrily, sucking in every last detail of beauty that she didn’t even know she had.

“Let’s see yours then,” Mira replied folding her arms across her chest in challenge, completely oblivious to the lovelorn expression on Grayson’s face.

He willed himself to look away, reluctantly analysing his decorated cookie, “I messed up the toning,” he scrunched up his nose.

She peered over his shoulder, her jaw dropping. It was like a piece of world class artwork.

“How could you correlate that with messing up,” she scoffed.

“What?”

“Like okay Picasso,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “don’t show off or anything.”

“Sorry I can’t help that I’m naturally talented,” he teased.

“Yeah and naturally modest,” she countered with a smirk.

He laughed, a real belly laugh.

“Besides didn’t you just say you messed up the toning?” Mira raised a challenging eyebrow.

Something flickered over his expression, “don’t look at that bit,” he muttered quickly.

“Honestly I have no idea what the toning is so we’re good,” she smiled, then her voice softened, “it’s amazing.”

“Thank you,” he said tenderly, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She grinned down at him, then turned back to the table, “okay, how do we make mine still look good…” she tapped her bottom lip in thought, “…ooo I know! Just don’t put yours next to mine and mine will look fine.”

“Good idea,” he winked, still teasing her.

“I mean it’s not my fault your grandfather had you have private art lessons with a fancy french artist,” Mira defended, eyeing the cookies again.

“Are you jealous, princess?” Grayson asked her, his mouth twisting into a knowing smirk as he stood up.

“Hah you wish!” she retorted, then paused, “yeah I totally am, I mean would you look at that! It’s breathtaking.”

“Like someone else I know,” he replied quietly, eyes flitting to her lips, as he placed his hands gently on her waist.

“You know,” she said slowly, almost cautiously, “I think you flirt more than Jameson.”

“Woah,” he replied quickly, “take that back.”

“Or what,” she dared to ask, in a low hum.

“Or…” he pondered, their faces inches away from each others, “I’ll hide your phone so you can’t watch that stupid edit of Glen Powell.”

Grayson expected her face to fall flat, but she barely moved a muscle. In fact, she looked slightly angry.

“One,” she said sharply, raising one finger up, “it is not stupid, it is a masterpiece. Do not insult my cowboy.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“And two,” she continued, a second finger going up, “bold of you to assume I don’t have copies of ‘The Edit’ that don’t require my phone to play them.”

“Fine,” he snapped, a rare glimmer of mischief in his eyes, “I’ll take all of your copies of once upon a broken heart.”

“Even the special editions?” she rushed.

“Especially the special editions,” he grinned wickedly.

She narrowed her eyes at him and scowled, “I’m dating an evil man.”

“It’s not my fault you’re attracted to villains,” he shrugged.

“Fine,” she grumbled, “I take it back, happy?”

“Extremely, princess,” Grayson said, pressing a sweet kiss on her temple.

Mira analysed the cookies slowly, “you know what this needs?”

“No?”

She chewed on her bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to contain her excited smile, “hot chocolate.”

Grayson would be lying if he said he was surprised. He folded his arms and leant on the counter behind him, raising a sharp blonde eyebrow, “oh yeah?”

“I think so,” she nodded enthusiastically.

“You’re not making it this time,” he deadpanned, getting the pan out.

“Okay so I burnt it once,” she scoffed, “and I’m banned completely?”

“Yes,” he replied bluntly.

“It was your fault I burnt it anyway,” Mira said, glaring at him, though her glare didn’t nearly threaten Grayson so much as it made him laugh. She was adorable.

“How was it my fault?” he asked, almost sounding offended.

“You were stood in the kitchen shirtless,” she countered, “obviously distracting me, causing me to burn it.”

“Sorry,” he replied smoothly, “I suppose I won’t take my shirt off anymore then.”

Mira’s eyes widened in panic, “that is not what I said!”

He laughed, a full laugh, kissing the top of her head, “I love you.��

“You’re lucky I still love you after that,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him, “not funny by the way.”

“I’m amused,” Grayson responded, with a smug sort of grin on his face that he seemed to have stolen from his brother.

“You’re the only one Blondie,” she scowled.

“Blondie?” he sighed, “we’ve really gone back there!”

“You pushed me over the edge today,” she responded, looking away from him.

Blondie had been a nickname she’d given to Grayson when they’d first met, initially it was used to annoy him completely, but it had melted into something of an affectionate tease.

“What toppings would you like on your hot chocolate?” he asked.

“The usual please,” she replied.

“I still think you’re mental for this by the way,” he rolled his eyes, grabbing the whipped cream, marshmallows and peppermints.

“That’s because you’re being all boring and broody with your plain semisweet hot chocolate,” she tusked, making a face as she listed his preference.

“It’s good!” he defended opting for a whiny tone.

“Oh we all know that is absolute lie!” Mira said, immediately calling his bluff.

In her eyes, anyone who liked boring flavours was a psychopath.

“Sorry I don’t want tooth decay,” he scoffed, “I mean all yours needs is a gingerbread house on top of it and voila it’ll break a record.”

“Maybe next time I will put a gingerbread house on top,” she countered, her eyes practically glittering, “at least my drink has personality!”

“It’s a drink,” he replied exasperated, “drinks don’t have personality.”

She gasped, “meanie, you are a meanie. I’m going to divorce you, take all of your money and run off to marry Glen Powell!”

“We’re not married, princess,” he reminded her in a deadpan.

“I know people who can forge me the legal documents,” she shrugged.

Grayson sighed, pouring the freshly made hot chocolate into a mug, “Gigi wouldn’t go against her own brother.”

“If I bargained with a kitten she so would,” Mira replied, “besides you forget how close we are.”

“You two spend too much time together,” he said adding the whipped cream and marshmallows, “it’s dangerous.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” she rolled her eyes.

“Me? A drama queen!” he gaped, sprinkling the crushed peppermint on top of the whipped cream.

“Please,” she scoffed, “everyone says it!”

He paused, “everyone?” he asked in a small voice, smaller than he’d intended.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled softly, “it’s a Grayson perk.”

“A Grayson perk?” he questioned, wondering if he even wanted to know.

“Mhmmm,” she nodded, humming in reply, “I made a list of things that are Grayson perks and it’s on the list.”

“Can I see said list?” he said.

“Absolutely not,” Mira snapped, shaking her head vigorously, “it’s top secret!”

“So Gigi’s seen it,” Grayson deadpanned.

“Well duh,” she rolled her eyes.

He sighed wracking his brain for what he could do to get to see this list.

“What if I buy you each a cat,” he persuaded, “will you show me then?”

Mira paused and considered the option for a second, she imagined her and Gigi getting cats from the same litter and giving them rhyming names. She smiled at the thought of another cat edition to the family but she wanted to see how far the bargain could go. She wasn’t going to give up the list that easily.

“Two cats?” she proposed, shyly flashing him a smile.

“Mira,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “we already have two cats.”

“They need friends!” she protested, batting her eyelashes in attempts to win him over as she followed him to the living room again.

“No more,” he said softly, passing her the hot chocolate.

“You’re boring,” she chastised, slumping down on the sofa.

He shrugged slightly, “and you’re crazy.”

“For Glenn Powell,” she winked.

Grayson’s expression went flat and the disgust was evident the gray iris of his eyes, “must you keep bringing him up?”

“Last time I promise,” Mira replied with a giggle.

Grayson turned to look at her, his gaze lingered for a moment before the words left his lips in barely a breath, “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you,” she replied, cupping his face in her tender hands.

The grandfather clock in the corner suddenly cried out, alerting everyone that midnight had finally arrived.

“Merry Christmas Mira,” he whispered, kissing the top of her nose.

“Merry Christmas Gray,” she murmured back.

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCHHH MIRA FOR BEING SUCH A LOVELY, AMAZING, KIND FRIEND!! I HOPE YOU FIND YOURSELF A COWBOY ONE DAY WHO TREATS YOU LIKE HIS WHOLE WORLD AND MORE 😘😘

love from bella xx

#bella! `♡´#16th birthday!!꣑ৎ #*dies of happiness*

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