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littlemissmentallyunstable · 2 months ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY!!!! 🎉🥳🎂🎁🎈YAYAYAYYAYAYA!! I HOPE U HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER ✨💕💋💍 AND GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT, YOU DESERVE IT 🥰😘😍❤️

I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCHHHHH 🩷🩷🩷

HERE IS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOU…

title: eunoia’s birthday

pairing: grayson hawthorne x eunoia

Grayson couldn’t help but stare. She was perfection. Her red hair splayed across the pillow, tumbling gently over their Egyptian cotton sheets. Eyes closed, long lashes delicately brushing her under eye in her sleep. He grinned to himself admiring the splash of freckles across her nose, counting each and every one and memorising them. He took his hand to gently draw soothing spirals across her arms, creating an invisible tattoo that no one would ever know about. Eunoia smiled in her sleep, subconsciously rolling closer to Grayson. He traced the features of her face with his pinky finger, making sure his touch was lighter than a feather so she wouldn’t wake just yet.

He’d been up most of the night to the early hours of the morning preparing for her birthday. Nash, Jameson and Xander had been contacted at 3am with a 911 from him because he was worried the decoration didn’t look good enough. Needless to say, all three brothers were extremely annoyed but added a few touches of their own to satisfy Grayson’s overthinking. When he was finally done and came to bed he couldn’t sleep. He could only think about her. Eunoia. The love and light of his life. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky with her. Nine days prior, when it has been his birthday she’d planned a beautiful day for them full of his favourite things that ended with a massive party with all the people that mattered to him the most. He smiled so much that day his jaw hurt the next day. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like that.

He leant down and rested his head beside her, pressing his cheek on hers. He wished he didn’t have to wake her, she looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He could stare at her all day and never get bored. She had a face like an angel, soft and captivating. Unfortunately Grayson knew he had an angenda to stick to. A birthday agenda, he hoped she’d love. Softly he kissed the tip of her nose, whispering, “happy birthday sweetheart.”

Eunoia stirred from her sleep, unimpressed, “What? Let me sleep,” she mumbled rolling over.

He chuckled softly, “Eunoia…”

“What? I’m trying to sleep here,” she grumbled, “go away.”

She reached her arm out and flapped it around lazily in an attempt to ward him off. It didn’t work, it only made him laugh.

“It’s your birthday,” he said, in an almost sing-song voice.

She shot up straight, suddenly awakened with her eyes wide open and beamed up at him, “it’s my birthday!”

“Mhmm,” he nodded in agreement. The way her eyes lit up made his heart squeeze.

“Oh my gosh it’s my birthday!” She shouted excitedly

She flung herself onto him enveloping him in what seemed like the world’s biggest hug. Eunoia closed her eyes and inhaled his comforting scent, grateful to wake up with such a man by her side. She considered that the greatest gift of them all, no matter what happened today.

“Woah, what’s this for?” Grayson asked, a hint of a chuckle in his tone.

“Birthday hug,” she explained happily, as they pulled away.

“Aren’t I meant to be the one that gives that to you?” He replied, a Hawthorne eyebrow raised in question.

“Maybe,” she shrugged, before lowering her voice a little, “but you can make it up to me with a birthday kiss.”

His face broke out into her contagious smile, “I love you.”

“I know,” she said, titling her head to the side sweetly.

“Happy birthday baby,” he grinned, pressing a light thumb on her chin and guiding her face closer to his. He leant down, closed his eyes and planed a soft kiss on her lips.

They both broke away at the same time, faces a little flushed, heartbeats a little faster.

“You can do that again, if you like,” Eunoia told him quietly, tracing his jawline with her fingertip.

“Tempting offer,” he murmurs, his nose touching hers, “too tempting to decline.”

He kissed her again, gently. She melted into his lips.

“I love you,” she smiled.

“I know,” he grinned, mirroring her earlier comment.

“Are you quoting me, Hawthorne?” She asked, failing to keep the giggle from escaping.

“Maybe,” he shrugged in reply before taking her hand in his, “come with me.”

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“You’ll see,” he winks, tugging at her hand.

“Hang on! I need my glasses,” she cries, grabbing them from the nightstand and positioning them of her face.

Once he was sure they were secure enough on her face, he pulled her forwards towards the door. Eunoia almost fell face first into the mattress but managed to regain her balance, still holding onto Grayson. She stumbled out of bed, wearing a pair of shorts and Grayson’s shirt from the night before. It’s oversized on her, hung down effortlessly, reaching her mid-thigh.

“You okay?” he made sure quickly.

“Just about,” she winked.

Her hair was messed up and her glasses a little wonky, her sapphire eye sparkling beneath them. She was a goddess in Grayson’s eyes, he’d been blessed. She radiated sunshine. The smile of her face read bubbly like one of those books she ordered curling up in a corner with to read. So he grinned even harder as he starts to giddily run down the stairs holding her hand.

“Gray what’s gotten into you, you never get this excited?” she laughed, almost slipping down the staircase, remembering why Grayson is usually constantly telling her not to run down the stairs.

“I do!” he exclaims, offence rippling through his features.

Eunoia shoots him a look.

“I’m excited for you,” he reasoned, as they reached the bottom.

“I’m sceptical,” she replied, pursing her lips slightly.

“Seriously? I can’t just be really exited for my girlfriend on her birthday,”

“I know you Grayson Hawthorne and you don’t get this excited this easily,” she replied, jabbing a playful finger at his chest, “but I’m determined to find out what’s gotten you all jovial today.”

“You’re cute,” he smiled at her, with lovesick puppy eyes.

Eunoia narrowed her eyes at him, putting her hands on her hips, “what are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” he laughed. He couldn’t help it, he loved it when she looked mad or over serious. The way her eyebrows angled inwards and eyes flashed with rage was adorable, not that he’d ever tell her that.

“I’m going to work it out!” she announced, looking him up and down as if there would be some sort of clue on his person.

“Just go into the kitchen okay?” Grayson said, spinning her around and nudging her gently towards the kitchen door.

“Okay,” she giggled, stumbling in after ungracefully hitting her elbow on the door.

Her jaw immediately dropped at the sight. The whole room had been decorated gorgeously. There were personalised banners stuck to the walls and bunches of balloons dotted around the room. Two vases sat comfortably on either end of the table housing fresh baby pink tulips, some budding and some not quite there yet. Matching the theme was a long sage green tablecloth across their table, dotted with pale pink plates and napkins. Fairy lights had been hug from just about every surface. They twinkled brightly making the experience all the more magical. Around the room were strings of paper hearts. As she took a step closer, Eunoia realised each of them had something written on them. In Grayson’s handwriting.

She walked slowly across the first row, reading each and every message. Your smile lights up my day. My heart, my world, my everything. I love you more than you could ever know. I’m so blessed to have you in my life. You’re so beautiful even the gods are envious. I love every single part of you. We were written in the stars. It must’ve taken hours to make. He’d put in so much time and effort. All for her. Grayson watched her face, admiring the way her features softened, then lit up and softened again.

She turned to him, eyes overflowing with gratitude, “you did all of this? For me?”

“Of course,” he said, as if this weee the bare minimum she deserved.

“Gray,” she murmured, his name almost getting caught in her throat.

“Do you like it?” he asked her.

“Like it? That’s an understatement, I love it,” she said, mesmerised in wonder, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiles, planting a kiss on her forehead.

A wave of emotion rolled over Eunoia and she felt tears begin to well up all of a sudden, “I’m not crying,” she said quickly, hoping that might prevent the tears from actually falling.

“Of course not sweetheart,” Grayson said, looking down into her glossy blue eyes.

“There are no tears coming from my eyes right now,” she insisted as they rolled down her cheeks.

“None at all,” Grayson agreed, handing her a tissue, “I should know, I’m a witness.”

“Thank you,” she snivelled, blowing her nose, “oh look there’s even glitter.”

Grayson let out a small chuckle, “I can’t credit, that was Xander’s idea,”

“Of course,” she giggled, as he brushes her happy tears away delicately with his thumb.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling her into his chest.

She gladly fell into him, dissolving comfortably into his arms. She pressed her cheek against his solid chest and breathed out softly. His arms were her safe place, whenever the world got a bit too much, she just crawl into his open arms and immediately feel soothed.

“I didn’t want you to cry on your birthday,” Grayson murmured into her hair, inhaling the smell of her shampoo that he loved.

“I thought we agreed just now that I wasn’t crying,” she reminded him, the sound muffled slightly.

“Sorry,” he said, correcting the sentence, “I didn’t want you to not cry on your birthday.”

“Happy tears, happy tears, I promise,” she sniffed, popping out of his chest to rest her chin on his shoulder.

“Okay I’ll take it then,” he replied, rubbing circles on her back rhythmically.

Suddenly a small gasp escaped from Eunoia’s lips.

“What?” he asked quickly, pulling away to make sure she was okay.

“There’s a cake!” she exclaimed, wide eyed and excited.

Grayson sighed in relief, “of course there’s a cake,”

She broke away from his hold and looked at the cake, it’s a white iced cake reading Eunoia in calligraphy on the top. It looked stunning, like a piece of pure art work.

“Did you bake this?” she asked.

He nodded, “and decorated it.”

She had to stop her jaw from dropping, “have you been taking midnight baking classes?”

“You sleep like the dead,” he explained, confirming her suspicions.

“You’re kidding,” she said, in pure shock. How had she not heard the infamously loud stand-mixer?

“I had this stand mixer on for a full three hours once,” Grayson told her, patting the electrical appliance, “and you were cold out.”

“You actually practiced for this,” she asked, her heart so full it could burst. She hadn’t had the heart to tell him but he had looked so exhausted these past couple of weeks, now it all made sense why.

“I wanted it to be perfect,” he shrugged, “perfect cake for my perfect girl.”

Eunoia felt her face flush as blood rushed into her cheeks. This man still managed to make her blush despite the fact they’d been together for nearly three years now.

“Gray, this is incredible, thank you so much,” she grinned like an idiot, kissing him lovingly.

He beamed, tucking a stand of loose hair behind her ear, “do you want some cake?”

“How can I say no to cake for breakfast?” she asked, “it would just be rude!”

“Precisely,” he nodded in agreement, swiftly grabbing a knife from the kitchen drawer.

He made a clean cut down the cake and put a piece onto one of the pink plate situated on the table. Eunoia’s eyes widened to the size of saucepans when she realised the flavour.

“IT’S RED VELVET!” she screamed, excitement taking over. She hadn’t meant to be so loud.

“Yes,” Grayson smiled, her energy infectious.

“How did you know?” she asked, as he handed her the plate.

“Because everytime we go anywhere ever you get something that has relation to red velvet,” he deadpanned in reply.

“When?” she questioned, eyebrows pinching together in confusion, unable to recall a time she’d ever gotten anything ed velvet with Grayson.

“We went to that donut place and you got a red velvet flavoured donut,” he said.

“Oh yeah I remember that!” she replied, recalling how tasty it was.

“Or the time we went to that desert pizza place and your got a red velvet inspired pizza,” he said, wrinkling his nose.

“Not as good as it sounded,” she sighed, shaking her head, “major disappoint.”

“That Italian gelato shop we went to on a date,” he recalled, “you know the one with the crazy flavours, and you ordered red velvet ice-cream there.”

“Ooo we have to go back there one day,” she said, “that was yum.”

“Red velvet cheesecake, red velvet cookie, red velvet waffle were also tried on three different occasions at dreams bakery down the road,” he sighed, now counting the times with his fingers.

“I get your point,” Eunoia responded with a flat face.

“I can go on,” he teased.

“Not necessary,” she replied, “I can’t believe you take that much notice of my orders.”

“Well when you’re worried the love of your life is going to end up hospitalised from red velvet consumption you note what she eats,” he told her.

“But you hate red velvet,” she said randomly.

“With a passion,” he nodded.

“Ew weirdo,” she joked, “but seriously, then why did you make it? If you hate it so much.”

“Because you love it and I love you,” he said sweetly, pressing a short kiss on her nose.

“Will you try a piece? For me on my birthday?” she asked him, doe-eyed and batting her eyelashes slightly.

“The guilt tripping is insane Eunoia,” he grumbled bluntly, shooting her an evil look.

“You can’t judge it without trying it,” she sang, waving her piece at him.

“Fine. For you, on your birthday, that’s it,” he rolled his eyes, cutting a second slice for himself now.

She clapped her hands together in joy and then took a bite of her cake. Grayson watched her intently, trying to read her expression, hoping he’d gotten the recipe right, hoping she’d like it.

“Oh my gosh,” she say, closing her eyes, “I’m in heaven, literal heaven.”

It was the most perfect red velvet cake she’d ever eaten, light and airy with the right amount of icing, the tiniest slither because she hated the taste of it. Grayson had obviously taken note of that, making her smile.

“You should bake more often,” she said, taking another bite.

Grayson took a small breath of relief and smiled, his cheeks heating up ever so slightly. Eunoia noticed but didn’t mention it.

“Maybe I should,” he shrugged.

“Now it’s your turn to try,” she said, her face bright and impossible to say no to.

“I’m not happy about this,” he muttered.

“Just shut up and shove the cake in your mouth Gray,” she rolled her eyes.

“Okay but-“

Too late. Eunoia was too impatient, so speared some cake on her fork and put it into his mouth. He gave her an annoyed glare and he chewed thoughtfully and swallowed.

“So?”

“You could’ve choked me just then,” Grayson said darkly.

“And you’re still here, oh what a shame,” she teased him, ruffling his hair.

“You’re not funny,” he stated, suppressing his arising smile.

“The corner of your mouth that’s twitching is telling me otherwise,” Eunoia grinned triumphantly.

“The coroner of my mouth is not-“

“You’re changing the subject, what did you think?” she pressed on.

“It wasn’t good,” Grayson told her flatly, but something flickering in the deep gray of his eyes, a silver sparkle that told her the truth,

“You like it,” she said, mouth wide open in shock.

“No I don’t,” he protested, the defensive arc in his tone too prominent to not be hiding something,

“You so do!” she giggled, eating another bite of cake.

“No I don’t,” he shook his head, like a stubborn child.

“It’s your new guilty pleasure,” Eunoia decided, “I can see it in your eyes.”

“No you can’t,” he said quickly, curtly,

“Defensive much?” she quipped, smirking a little.

“You’re annoying “ he replied. She knew that basically meant she was right, he had nothing else left to say.

“And you like red velvet which means it is a good cake flavour,” she smiled, remembering back to a time where Grayson would diss it.

“I don’t like you,” he grumbled with a glare.

“Heyyyy,” she said in an accusing tone, “you can’t say that to me on my birthday!”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I love you.”

“If you loved me you would admit you like red velvet,” she grinned at him playfully.

“That is gaslighting,” Grayson said, distastefully. She surprised a laugh.

“So you don’t love me?” she gasped, putting a hand to her heart and melodramatically throwing her head back.

He sighed, “I think it red velvet is…” there is a long, bring pause, “… okay.”

“I’ll take it,” Eunoia replied with a nod of he head.

“Good,” he said, “do you want your present?”

“You mean that wasn’t it?” she asked gesturing to the cake.

He cracked a mousy smile before reaching over for a small, neatly wrapped box. Actually neat was an understatement. The paper was a sage green and the bow tied perfectly around it a light shade of pink. It was very pretty.

“Open it,” he urged, with a nod.

“I don’t want to,” she pouted, holding it as if it were the most fragile thing on his earth.

“Why?” he furrowed his brows.

“The wrapping is too pretty,” she explained, admitting it.

“I’ll wrap up an empty box so you can stare at my wrapping,” Grayson promised, “just open the present.”

“You’re eager,” she said, eyebrows raised.

“I want to see your face,” he explained.

“If it’s a pair of socks my face might disappoint you,” she pre-warned him.

“Good thing it’s not a pair of socks, though I did debate that,” Grayson said.

“Oh yeah?”

“They’re were some amazing unicorn ones that I thought would really suit you,” he teased.

“Save them for our anniversary,” she winked.

“Got it,” he grinned, “now open it!”

She laughed at his excitement and very slowly undid the bow so it wouldn’t ruin too badly. She then attempted to peel back the paper but it wouldn’t budge.

“How much tape did you put on this thing?” she groaned, frustratedly trying to undo a corner.

“You’re meant to rip it open,” he rolled his eyes.

“But the pretty wrapping paper,” she whispered.

“I have a whole roll under a floorboard upstairs, “ he sighed, “I’ll give it you.”

“Okay,” she grinned., before tearing open the paper, like a ravenous predator to its prey.

Underneath it revealed a decorated cardboard box. It was clear that Grayson had painted the extra detail, she knew that art style anywhere. Painted on in various shades of pale pink, white and flecks of red were blossoms from a cherry tree. Throw sands and thousands of petals had been painted on. She couldn’t imagine how long this would’ve taken him.

All of the blossoms seemed to swirl to one place. Eunoia flipped the box over and found that all the cherry blossoms were swirling towards a Polaroid picture of the two of them at Nash and Libby’s wedding, dancing together. Grayson was laughing at something Eunoia had said, his head thrown back and a real smile on his face. With his dimples. She’d once told him that was one of her favourite pictures of them together.

“This is so beautiful,” she smiled, tracing light fingers over his work.

“Open it,” he told her.

“What?”

“Trust me,“ he said, “open it.”

Slowly she opened it and the contents was revealed. Inside lay two deep purple pieces of card.

“You’re joking, oh gosh, is this even real?” Eunoia gasped

Engraved in each of them was Conan Gray in golden calligraphy. Upon closer inspection in the corner it read, concert 9:00pm.

“Look closer,” Grayson prompted, his eyes flicking to the top left hand corner of each ticket.

Laced in gold were three bold letters VIP. Eunoia nearly fainted.

“You’ll get to go backstage, meet him and talk to him, ask whatever you want, get a photo, and autograph, that sort of thing,” he explained.

“Gray,” she gasps, tears welling up in her eyes, “are you serious?”

“As serious as it gets,” he grinned.

She launched herself into his arm and squeezed him so tightly Grayson wondered if he might spontaneously combust. Not that he’d care, being in Eunoia’s arms spontaneously combusted or not was his equivalent to heaven.

She cups his face in her hands and gently brings it towards her, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. He could feel her burning gratitude.

“Happy birthday Eunoia,” he whispered, gazing at her. This is it. This is his world. He stared at her, momentarily mesmerised by her alluring ocean blue eyes. He feels like he’s drowning but for some reason it feels pleasant.

“Thank you so much Gray,” she murmured, her heart swollen full of love.

AYAYAYYAYA THANK YOUUUU FOR BEING MY LOVELY KIND GORGEOUS MOOT 💕💕 YOU’RE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST!!

I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!! HAVE THE BEST DAYYYYYY MY LOVE 😘😘

p.s I know you’re going to see Conan Gray in 46 days (I think) anyways but we can pretend Gray gave you the tickets 🤭🤭

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