#fun fact YES. the blanket on top of him is one of the stole art wolf ones

[dracu-love]

wanted to draw my girlfriend as cozied as humanly possible. thank you.

[jordyngellerxo]

— · ❝「 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 . 」|| PARA 003

𝗪𝗛𝗢: 𝗝𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗬𝗡 𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗝𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦

@jaggerbrooks, @jordyngellerxo

JORDYN

right after pushing herself up on the power box that she told jagger to pick her up from, she leaned forward and pulled the heels off of her feet. a grimace replaced the smile she'd had walking outside reading over their texts from the last few days as her eyes assessed the damaged she'd done to herself going out in new stilettos. there was no doubt that tomorrow she'd regret her decision to go out tonight, in fact, part of her already did. her mind was already making up scenarios on how this car ride back to her house was going to go. knowing jagger, she was in for a stern discourse about going out by herself. the idea made her fidget uneasily as she waited. detecting headlights pull up, jordyn released the heels on to the gravel, stepping down delicately and sliding back into her shoes and quickly pulling down the black fabric of her dress clinging to her thighs that had risen slightly from her sitting down. running a hand through her long dark locks she waited to be sure it was him before walking forward and opening the door. "hey, thanks for coming to get me." jordyn hummed leaning over to let her lips meet his cheek hastily.

JAGGER

getting a text from jordyn never failed to put a smile on his face, but this time he couldn't help but be concerned. it was late and she was drinking at a bar alone. he didn't mind the time or that she was at a bar, he cared that she was by herself. if anything were to happen to her, jagger wouldn't know what to do. kinsley was in a deep sleep, making it a lot easier to take her from the bed to her car seat. as he pulled up to the bar, he easily found jordyn. he'd be lying if he said it was her eyes that initially caught his attention that night. "you're welcome" he wasn't whispering but his voice was a little lower than usual so he wouldn't wake kinsley up. "so tell me again why you felt the need to go out by yourself" what he really meant to say was he was glad she was okay. but he'd get to that eventually. as soon as jordyn was in, he pulled away from the bar and drove towards the house.

JORDYN

their eyes only met momentarily as she got in and buckled her seat belt but that was all it took to get her heart skipping beats. whiskey and composure didn't belong in the same sentence, and she’d had a few tonight. immersing herself into the seat jordyn let her head rest against the leather interior behind her, digging in the purse on her lap for the bottle of water she'd need nursing on since her last drink. her mouth ran dry when he asked his question, "i told you, it was karaoke night, plus they had the draft for this season on tv. it sounded like a good time until i realized i was gonna have to drive home." she whispered as she turned to look at kinsley asleep in the backseat, fast asleep. their daughter was the absolute definition of perfection. the perfect combination of the two of them, her bone structure, his nose, her eyes, with all topped with jagger's personality, and jordyn's free spirit. a hopeless smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaned her head against jagger's shoulder, "we did good with that one." jordyn mumbled as her fingers worked to twist the cap from the bottle of water so she could take a drink before tossing the sealed bottle back into her purse."

JAGGER

having jordyn around in a more intimate manner definitely had jagger picking up on the little things he missed about her. sure he missed her a whole, and what they had but he also missed seeing her in the passenger seat of his cars. he swore he could stare at her side profile all day. even if it was just that moment, he had his little family back. kinsley in the backseat, jordyn by his side, right where she was supposed to be. when she leaned against him, without thinking, he kissed the top of her head. "yeah we did" he looked at the rearview mirror to admire their child. there would be no kinsley without jordyn and he would be forever grateful for that. "but hey" he split his gaze between the road and jordyn "i don't care what night it is, you can't just go to a bar by yourself. that's dangerous. i don't think i have to explain why it is and what you're jeopardizing-" he took her hand in his and stopped himself from lecturing her further "but i'm glad you're okay. did you have fun?" he smiled, "you look beautiful"

JORDYN

even if she'd gone out with the intentions of only having a beer or two, a part of her was relieved that jagger had only been a text away. getting to see kinsley when it wasn't her week charged empty parts of her heart that made her physically ache when they were apart. then there was getting to see him, getting late night texts to come over, to fall asleep in his arms and being able to wake up, roll over on her side and see him resting beside her still didn't feel real. it felt like a dream, something too good to be true. she was finally getting to feel like herself for the first time in over a year. she'd been so squandered in thought that his voice snapping her back into reality caused her to sit upright. and there it was, she knew there wasn't going to be any getting out of going out without someone accompanying her and him having to pick her up without some sort of firm talking to. she'd tried her toughest to keep a straight face, but the second his hand grabbed hers, she interlocked their fingers and had to force herself to maintain all sense of seriousness on her features. "it was alright, i mean it would’ve been better with you there. and i was fine, i promise you... but i know." every inch of her body was pleading to be engulfed by his very essence, to just go back to his house and make their way upstairs so that they could lay in bed and make everything else besides them and their precious baby could fade away. "can i stay with you tonight? i mean i'm gonna have to borrow clothes but i don't feel like sleeping by myself tonight."

JAGGER

the past few nights had been like nothing changed. if he could have one wish in that moment, it would of been to turn the car into their little bubble. a bubble where nothing could come in and sever the ties they were building up, one late-night cuddle at a time. all he wanted was to fall asleep next to jordyn for the rest of his life. so of course when she asked him, the answer was yes. he laughed a little "you thought i was dropping you off?" jagger made his answer light and playful. however, the slight joke was far from what he really wanted to say. what stayed on the tip of his tongue was 'you never have to sleep alone again, if you want', but he couldn't bring himself to say it. not until he knew how serious she was about everything she said to him the other night. jagger was aware that they both were afraid of losing each other. believe him, he of all people understood. but at one point this separation was what jordyn wanted, jagger never wanted it. above all else, he wanted to see jordyn happy, if he could make her happy again, then he was all in. he just needed a little more time to be sure. all of this just happened so fast and seemed a little too good to be true. you couldn't blame him for waiting for the other shoe to drop. "you're stuck with us. plus i think my clothes look better on you than me anyway" he smiled. he pulled into their community and in his driveway, parking in the garage. he grabbed kinsley from the backseat. she stirred a little but remained sleeping. instead of placing her back in his bed, he put her down in her room. jagger returned to his own and headed to the bathroom, "you remember where everything is right? just pick out whatever"

JORDYN

"i mean i didn't want to just assume that you wanted me to stay the night." jordyn confessed, biting down on her bottom lip as the sound of his melodious laugh filled the car. it was like music to her ears, it made her heart feel like it was going to burst - which she'd happily accept if that was going to be the last sound she heard. she sat quietly, admiring him in all his glory through the corner of her eye for the remainder of the short ride back to his house. "i think i can make that work... and your clothes most definitely look better on me, who are you kidding?" he'd gotten all of her, his smile stole her heart, his laugh stole the air from her lungs, the look in his eye when he looked at her that could bring her to her knees, even their bantering caused a fire in her veins that she hadn't felt with anyone but jagger. jordyn, who hated allowing people to have any sort of control over her, belonged to him. him and their family was all she needed in life. there was no doubt in her mind. she followed behind the father-daughter duo, taking as many mental pictures as she could before she turned to lock the door behind them. slowly but surely jordyn made her way up his stairs and into his bedroom, chuckling at his question. how many times had she put away his laundry in her lifetime? she'd never forgotten. it probably was impossible for her to ever forget. "i'm sure i'll remember somehow." she answered turning to his closet to grab one of his larger t-shirts. swirling around so her back faced the direction he'd wandered off to jordyn gracefully slipped out of her heels and stripped from the dress she'd been wearing before promptly tugging his shirt over her head and pulled her locks out from the inside of the cotton material so that it pooled by the small of her back. she made a mental note to pick that up tomorrow before making her way over to the bed, she was too tired to worry about it now. without wasting another second, the brunette made her way to his mattress falling against the comfort of pillows and a welcoming blanket as she waited for the work of art himself to reappear.

JAGGER

out of all the nights that jordyn slept over, this would be the first that kinsley was not in the bed with them. his stood in front of his bathroom mirror, like he was back in high school getting butterflies for his first date. his nerves buzzed excitedly at the thought of jumping into bed with the girl of his dreams. his desires were simple that night. to sleep with jordyn against his chest. he stripped down to just his briefs and gave himself a quick silent pep talk before reappearing in the doorway. just seeing her lying there, knowing it was just them had him grinning from ear to ear. the amount of excitement he felt was bordering embarrassment. he turned the bathroom lights off and literally jumped into the bed, almost landing on top of her. he used his hands to feel around for her waist and when he got it, he started tickling her "promise me you won't do that again" he effortlessly pulled her into his chest, holding her still now. "or i'm making you sleep on the couch" he teased her. jagger had absolutely no intention of letting jordyn sleep anywhere except in his arms. falling asleep to the smell of jordyn's perfume, to the warmth of her skin, knowing she was home and safe, had his mind and soul at ease. second only to waking up next to her and seeing her and kinsley home with him. the more time jordyn spent over there, the more jagger realized he definitely could get used to this again. he could the conflict in his mind slowly but surely losing it's grasp on him. though he had to admit, they were on upwards slope. their highs were never the problem, it was their lows that concerned him. did they change enough to get past those? were they ready for their relationship now? had they matured enough this past year to handle the all encompassing love they share? jagger wasn't fully convinced, but he was more than willing to find out.

JORDYN

she'd only caught a fleeting glimpse of jagger rounding the corner from the bathroom to the bedroom before he'd switched the lights off but that flash of the blue-eyed boy who’d stolen her heart damn near provoked her jaw to drop. the little voice in her head did a cartwheel and screamed 'touch down!' he was still as breathtaking as she retained in her memory. looking up at the ceiling the petite brunette wordlessly thanked the god who'd create such a man, only seconds after to feel his body hit the mattress snapping her from her thoughts. without giving it a second thought she fumbled around for the welcoming sensation of his broad shoulders, finding them just as his fingers found the spot on her ribs that caused her to drop her hands to his as her laughter encompassed the room, "no, no you win! i promise!" she ducked her face in the crevasse of where his shoulder blade met his neck to muffle her laugh so that they wouldn’t wake the baby, "no the couch is cold... and you’re not cold." she murmured against his skin. once she'd finished snickering and caught his hands in hers, forcing them down to the bed to keep him from attacking her sides anymore. staying there as still as she possibly could, he washed over her like the waves crashing onto the shore. every fight they'd had, every screaming match, every hateful word dulled in correspondence to the sensation she had in that moment. the only word that came close to describing it was blessed. every touch, every feeling of his breath against her skin felt like a sacrament, a rite of passage. jagger had never felt like a transgression, in fact, he felt like he’d created just for her. they’d been fated from the beginning. it frightened her that only he could drive her wild in all the ways that he did. a year without him only crystallized the truth, that she'd fight any conflict or any war just to have moments like this where she got to be the one in awe of him, the one that got to feel him wash over her, leaving her speechless. all of his imperfections, all of his perfections, the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful. as long as he was hers, she'd willingly be his mess and give her all of herself in return. freeing his hands, she looked at him in her freshly adjusted eyes admiring his characteristics, "i love you, jag." the words blundered from her lips before her brain could catch up but she didn't bother to regret it, it was true. she was his, head to toe, madly, truly, deeply.

[rairahime]

Fenrir x MC | “Hide and Seek”

☆ Ikemen Revolution Fanfic ☆

I did it! I wrote a fic that im kinda okay with!! I hope you guys like it and I hope I did Fenrir justice lol 

Also, i’m sorry if the formatting is weird, but Tumblr really wont let me change it?? I hope its just a glitch on my end or something and it looks okay for you guys!!

General idea: Fenrir and mc go on a day trip out of the city and discover an abandoned building with a cool tower (OoooOoo) and they have a lil fun LOL

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Word Count: 1,783

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none at all:)

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While exploring the outskirts of the city on a rare day off, Fenrir and I stumbled upon an abandoned building. It was quite beautiful, with a large gate that had winding flowers around each bar that reminded me a lot of the designs back in my world.

The building itself was not very large, but its main redeeming feature is a tall tower with what seemed like an open air balcony and a concave roof. I thought about how the stairs up the tower would probably be completely unstable, but Fenrir insisted it probably would be fine, and in the end he convinced me to check it out as curiosity got the best of me.

These past few weeks have been quite busy for both Fenrir and I. He’s been training with the black army nearly everyday, and I’ve still been trying to get everything in order after deciding to stay in Cradle. Free days such as these were rare, so when Fenrir saw that both of us could free up our schedule today, he suggested we both go on a day trip exploring the outskirts of Cradle, which I gladly agreed with. I’ve really missed Fenrir’s Cradle tours, and would never skip out on a chance to go another one.

We both walked through the gates to find an unkept garden inside. The grass is completely overgrown, leaving the ground extremely soft to each step we took. Past the gates, the view was surreal. Hundreds of flowers were blooming, some I recognized and others I’ve never seen before. Within the thousands of dandelions, I spotted lilies, tulips, gardenias, and even some lily of the night’s. At the farthest corner by the structure I could see a pond with what seemed like lily pads delicately swaying with the soft breeze. Everything together looked like it was straight out of a picture book.

While admiring the view, a certain group of shrubs keep grabbing my attention. The leaves were a dull green and strangely large for a shrub, but what was truly interesting were the specks of pink and blue that, after blinking a few times, I figure out they’re actually glowing. I can’t tell exactly what they were, but I think they may be a berry of sorts.

Glowing berries, huh? Cradle never stops amazing me

As I continued to take in in the garden around me and the freeing open field, joy filled my heart and I impulsively started running through the grass and flowers, dragging Fenrir by the hand.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a runner here,” Fenrir exclaimed between bursts of laughter, his voice filling the air. Even to this day, hearing his laughter still makes my heart squeal.

“I just couldn’t help it, its so beautiful here Fenrir! Its like a rule: when you see an open field, you GOTTA run through it,” I said after stopping and twirling around, looking at the afternoon sky.

The sky is painted all sorts of colours today, with the softest lilac enveloping the sky as a vibrant peachy tone forms on the horizon. Soft, large clouds turned a vibrant pink when kissed by the sun’s rays, and it all looks so beautiful you could wish to reach out your hand and give it the gentlest touch.

“Yeah, we really did stumble upon a gem, how lucky are we??” Fenrir exclaimed, snapping my attention away from the sky. and as I stole a look at him, I could see that his eyes zoned in on the tower, and a mischievous smile crept to his lips.

“Pretty lucky,” I answered, pausing and turning around to look at Fenrir. His face was glowing under the peachy tones of the sun, his hair tinted into an even deeper magenta.

Oh to be the sun right now, gently kissing his skin like that…

I caught my train of thought before it choo-chooed far away.

Fenrir looked back at me, and suddenly scooped me up into his arms and started spinning. I squealed as he began to sing a tune, and I remembered our walk in the rain in the first days we’ve known each other, oh how time flies.

Eventually, we both collapsed on the ground from laughter, watching the floating clouds above, giggling every once in a while just by being in each others presence.

“C’mon, we gotta see the inside of this place, and we GOTTA go up that cool looking tower- i’m sure the view from there would be amazing,” Fenrir trumpeted while getting up.

I agreed, and followed him up before we both walk into the building, hand in hand.

When inside, I could really tell how magnificent this building once used to be. The ceiling is painted a scene of clouds and a starry sky, and when I squint, I made out out what looks like a delicate placement of encrusted crystals. After finally peeling my eyes away from the ceiling, I noticed the stained glass windows lining the walls, and the grand staircase right in the middle of the building that leads to the second floor. While the paint seemed somewhat dusty and dull now, this whole place would have been a vibrant work of art. Something is weird though, for a place that seems to have been abandoned for a long time, it’s quite clean.

“Weird how it’s not so dusty and icky in here,” I mentioned to Fenrir, “for a place that seemed to not have had any visitors in years.”

“Huh, good point… weird,” Fenrir replied.

Fenrir let go of my hand, suddenly filled with excitement.

“I’ve got an idea! Let’s make this even more fun and play a lil hide and seek, okay? Cmon, i’ll hide first, count to thirty okay! And no peeking!” He exclaimed

Fenrir left me no time to protest, dashing away.

Guess I better start counting then…

Placing my hands on top of your eyes, I started loudly counting

“1....2....3.....”

Finally at thirty, I let my hands fall to my sides and scanned the area. Knowing Fenrir, he probably went straight upstairs, or maybe even to the tower, but I think I’ll scan the first floor first, just in case.

After walking through vacant hallways and opening empty wardrobes, it was clear Fenrir wasn’t hiding here, and nothing of interest was around anyways.

Guess it’s time to go upstairs now.

The main staircase was made of marble, with the base of the handrails featured delicate carvings of rabbits and grape vines. The more I spend time here, the more I wonder why such a lovely place was left forgotten, or who it used to belong to in the first place.

Turning left, I quickly found a staircase that could only be leading to the top of the tower. The stairs were quite stable and safe, just as Fenrir insisted they would be, and after some debate, I decided I’ll just go up now.

Half way through and I already regret my decision to go up as my calfs began to cry in pain.

Fenrir BETTER be up this tower, or I would have gone up this freaking mountain of a staircase for NOTHING

Finally reaching the top, exhausted, I push the heavy wooden door to unveil a sight I would never forget. Not in a million years.

There are lit candles all over, with rose petals dusted on the ground, some even forming a path to the middle, where a picnic is set up. In the middle of it all, is Fenrir grinning like a maniac. He’s laid sideways on top of the blanket, with one arm propping his head up with his elbows, and the other holding what looked like a bottle of champagne.

Gobsmacked, I stare at Fenrir, when he comically spoke, “alas, the gorgeous woman reunites with the charming man once more,” proceeding to pull the cork off the bottle with his teeth, and raising his eyebrows.

While he was quite funny, everything together was just mesmerizing. I quickly realize that this whole day must have been prearranged by Fenrir. The trip, the “discovery” of the building, why the building happened to be so clean, and oh my god…hide and seek! Thinking of how much thought and effort Fenrir must have put into organizing all this, my heart melt.

“Oh my god, Fenrir. This is so beautiful.. wow...” your voice trailed off, as no words can really describe how you’re feeling right then and there.

“You like it?” Fenrir asked, nervousness showing in his face.

“Like it?!? I more than like it Fenrir! I love it! This is just so freakin’ beautiful! I don’t know what to say...”

“Then don’t say anything,” he said, smiling, “just come and enjoy this moment with me”

I simply nodded, taking a seat next to him as he sat up.

I scanned the picnic that he has set up and thought of how delicious everything looks.

“It all looks so good Fenrir!” I burst out

“I made it all myself, ya’know... i mean, Luka gave me a few notes- but it’s all hand made by yours truly, i promise,” Fenrir explained, “and no guns were involved in the making,” he added with a wink.

The fact that this was all made by him just made everything ten times better. The time he must have spent to get everything right!

Among the fruit skewers, pb&j sandwiches, scones, and strawberry sandwiches, a little bag caught my eye. Peering inside, I could see that it contains what looks exactly like the glowing berries I saw outside. Fenrir noticed my attention to them, and quickly enlightened me on what they are

“Ah yes, i knew you’d be into these! These are a Cradle exclusive, ya know? They’re the juiciest, sweetest, most perfect berries you’ll ever have in your life!”

“They’re glowing, Fenrir! They seem too beautiful to eat”

“I hear ya, but let me tell you this: they taste even better than they look, i promise”

I glanced back at the berries and picked one up and popped it right into my mouth.

He was right, they did somehow taste even better than they looked.

“Oh Fenrir, you’re right, they’re delicious”

“I just cant help being right sometimes” he answered back with a shrug, grinning.

A soft smile formed on my face, and I thought about how full of excitement and joy my days with Fenrir always seem to be.

We both just sat next to each other in a comfortable silence, and munched on the carefully made snacks, appreciating the time we have together and admiring the sky and setting sun.

This must be the best end of a game of hide and seek to ever happen…