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sashi-ya · 2 years ago

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五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 [+18] - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝! 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚄𝚛𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: anonymous asked: hi sashi! I couldn't find any fic of uryu on your masterlists, so I thought I could request one for him. For the prompt if it's not taken yet, "watching you in silence" with female reader, please! Thank you and congratz for 5.5K! 🤍 ➜ hi love!! yes, indeed this is my first time writing for him! it turned out a little bit longer than expected so I divided it in to two parts! Hope you like it! 💖 ✦ tw: part 1 is completely sfw! be careful if you haven't read the last chapter of manga! Uryu is already a doctor (28 y/o) so he isn't a minor anymore. (the image used for the banner is him now) Will post part 2 in the following days :3 that one includes +18 content! ✦ masterlist ✦ part 2

Watching you in silence the reflection on his glasses; your body dancing underneath the night lights.

Never once he dared to confess. Never once he dared to touch your face even if you fell asleep on his shoulder so many times. If there was something Dr. Ishida Uryu was for you, it was your safe place.

But his heart ached for you, his body claimed yours; that sweet young boy that has now bloomed into a mature man, has loved you since high school days.

Karakura town seems, as always, a peaceful place to live. You walk through the streets of the city centre with a bag full of bread. Inoue-san made her dream come true, and now, she has her own bakery. So, whenever you visit her you come back with much more than what you went to buy.

As you yawn you take a look at the big, white building ahead of you. It shines with the sun, and the blue details on the walls always shine much more. Ishida clinic, your workplace, it’s always been a very sophisticated place.

You were on guard last night, and now the weekend awaits for your tired mind to enjoy it, fully. Yet, even if sometimes you wish you never put a step into that place, you decide to pay a visit to the floor you’ve been assigned since you get the job.

“I have too much bread in this bag, I will visit the guys and bring them some” you murmur, smiling as you get inside the doors of the clinic.

As you enter, the security guard waves at you with a big smile. And after giving him a choux filled with chocolate, you take the elevator to floor 6.

“I bring you bread; I bring you calories!” you chime right at the entrance of the nurses office. Everyone of your workmates jolts from their seats and others come when their duties are over. Everybody enjoys the delicious pastries from Kurosaki & Inoue Patisserie.

Soon, you decide is time to leave. Today is little Kazui’s birthday, so, you need to get ready for the night as you are going to have dinner with them.

“Bye bye!! Have a good guard!!” you salute your friends, and as you turn around -carefree and a little violently- you bump into a man wearing glasses.

His slender fingers and unpolluted white coat receive you in their embrace, holding you not to fall on him.

Your eyes reflect on his glasses, even if his black bangs cover half of his right eye.

“Dr. Ishida…” you murmur, in awe. When you were still in high school you always saw him like a cute boy, who later on showed how strong and amazing he could be. Yet, his handsome looks were never important to you until that deadly situation that involved a war on the skies…

“(Name)! are you ok? Why are you here in your free day?” he asks, surprised and worried. He never misses your schedule, for some reason he knows it better than you.

You slowly walk back. Just a few steps. Feeling your cheeks burn, you apologize for bumping into him. “I’m sorry, Ury- Dr. Ishida. I didn’t see you were behind me! I am good, I just passed by to give some bread to the guys. Inoue gave me a lot; you know how she is”

Those words sound like a deeper truth to the Quincy. Of course, you never noticed him being behind you…

“It’s ok, (Name)” he sighs, fixing his glasses with his ring finger over the bridge of his nose. “Are you going to Kazui’s birthday party tonight?” Uryu asks, walking outside the nurse office and into the hall with you.

You nod, with a bright smile that makes him gasp and immediately after hide behind his onyx hair. He is still a shy guy, after all.

You show him the contents of one of your bags, two boxes with blue and white paper wrapping and a big bow on top. “One from me, one from you. I knew you would be working late today so naturally you wouldn’t have time to buy your nephew a present” you tell him; professionalism is only used when there are more people around you two.

He lets his straight shoulders fall. His head does the same. Of course, he forgot. “Thank you, (Name). You need to tell me how much is i-“

“ISHIDA URYU, IT ISN’T NECESSARY! You are gonna come pick me up tonight, thus, there is the payment” you cut him off. He didn’t say he was going to pick you up; you just ordered him to do so.

He smiles, softly. “I was going to pick you up either way. See you at nine, ok?” he says, quickly as his beeper starts ringing. A new patient, or some kind of emergency awaits for the best doctor.

You beam back. Trying to read the message on the tiny screen of his calling device. But he doesn’t allow you to do so. “It’s your free day. I can do it. Go”

“Oh… ok, Doc ~” you jump to kiss his cheek and purr, for you to then leave with little jumps playfully through the halls of your workplace.

As you walk away, and Uryu still remains where you left him, he takes his soft hand to his equally soft cheek. He feels like it burns, but a good type of heat. And his heart, beats faster than what he could probably consider healthy.

“Dr. Ishida!! Code blue!” one of the nurses wakes him up from the dream of your lips crushing against his lips instead of his cheek the next time.

“Code blue?? CODE BLUE!”

As you pick the dress you are wearing for tonight, you think of him. Your Quincy friend has been in your mind a lot lately. Why? Well, you aren’t still very sure.

“I’m going for the yellow flowery one, I think is not gonna be that chilly tonight” you lie to yourself, you know you will end up asking Orihime for a coat since the guys are gonna be hosting a barbeque at the rooftop.

You let your hair lose, you are tired of having it up in a tie ponytail every day of the week for work. A little bit of makeup, perhaps a little more than usual.

The packages with your present next to Uryu’s one rest on the coach next to the door, ready for when he rings your bell.

As you wait for your Quincy friend, you think about him. You see him like a star; not only handsome but also extremely successful. There is no woman that blushes whenever he asses them, and still, he doesn’t seem to notice. You always asked yourself why, being as intelligent as he is, Uryu never left to the big city nor got married…

The bell makes you jump from the coach. You were so deep into your thoughts -and the photos you took last summer with him- that you got pretty scared.

“I’m coming Uryu!” you chime, spraying some sweet perfume while you look into the mirror one last time. With your purse and the present bag in your hands, you open the door.

The breeze of spring kisses your cheeks and plays with your lose hair as you watch an all-white dressed Uryu stand on your porch.

His blue eyes open big and swallow your beauty entirely. His pale lips separate, and even if there is plenty of air around not a single molecule of oxygen gets inside his body.

“Hey! I’m glad I have such a good-looking friend to pick me up! Thank you, my neighbours will finally stop thinking I’m becoming the crazy cat lady” you joke, closing the door behind you.

However, Uryu isn’t laughing. He actually isn’t reacting. He is standing there, with no signs of life whatsoever.

You tilt your head to the side; he is either being abducted by the shadows again or he worked that much he is sleeping with his eyes open.

“Ishida Uryu? Earth calling Uryu-chan?” you snap your fingers in front of him to catch his attention -even if you had all of it-.

He softly shakes his head and blinks back. His cheeks become as red as tomatoes, but he plays it cool. Uryu turns around quickly to cover his blush; a blush you saw either way.

“You wanna walk? Or do I took the car?” he asks, since the Kurosaki family’s house is pretty near yours.

“I think we should walk, the spring breeze will ease someone’s blushed cheeks…” you murmur, so low he didn’t hear.

“Come again?” “Walking. I feel like enjoying the spring breeze!”

Both begin to head towards North. The moon shines brightly above your heads and there isn’t much sound around the neighbourhood. Some buzzing neon lights of ramen places tint puddles of rainwater from last night. And the beauty of the pink kisses of millions of buds of sakura flowers fill your eyes.

“What a beautiful night! No wonder it has to be Kazui’s anniversary!” you comment, taking your phone to snap some pictures and walking a little bit further than him.

“It’s really beautiful, (Name)” Uryu whispers, with his hands inside the pockets of his white pants. He seems a lot more silent than always, as if something was happening to him.

“What is it with you tonight, U-chan?” you call him like when you were in school, making him gasp behind you. Turning around, you notice a miserable man that’s normally your friend and colleague.

He sighs. Looking at you with nostalgic eyes. As if he had the sensation of having lost too much time in life.

“Nothing at all, (Name)… it’s just th- CAREFUL!” he suddenly screams, pouncing into you.

You freeze. His arms around your waist have you trapped. Noses almost touching, breathing hastily, dilated pupils fixed into each other’s.

“W-what?” you stutter. “You- you were about to hit your head with that pole” he whispers, and soon you notice that right behind his hand that is now over your temple there is a big pole of a street light.

You close your eyes. Yet again, he saved you from your own clumsiness. But, why isn’t he letting you go? why are you still grabbed to his clothes? Why your skins are so joyful of being one against the other?

“Th-thank you. I’m an idiot” you mumble, looking down, discovering his lips being so close to yours.

“You… you aren’t an idiot. You were – asking- me… uh…” he tries to keep talking, but he is unable to do so. His brain cells aren’t connecting, his tongue doesn’t want to talk it only wants to kiss. His lips are burning, itching, getting dragged like a magnet to yours.

You swallow and blink slowly. It feels like the movies. You are sure he is exactly feeling the same way… You close your eyes, waiting for him to plaster the so wanted peck.

And just, exactly when the warmth of his mouth close to yours feels so hot, the sound of his phone breaks the beautiful moment.

Both quickly separate. Acting as if what was just about to happen never did. Uryu lets go free from his hug, your hands unclench to his clothes. Both cheeks burn but soon you turn around acting silly to brush off the tension.

“Kurosaki? What?” Uryu answers the phone with quite a bad mood. “Yeah, mhh. Nothing happened to me. We are about to get there. Mhh, yes. Bye”

You watch him slip his phone back into his pocket, and waits for you to turn around.

“It was Kurosaki. He said Kazui was asking for you and me” he says, all serious, acting as he always does at the hospital. “By the way, are you ok? Did you get hurt in any way?” he asks, making sure you didn’t suffer any injury from his “saving movement”.

You smile sweetly. That little boy is always as sweet as his mom. “I’m fine, U-chan. You saved me, thank you… now come on, my sweet little tangerine is waiting for us. Auntie and uncle are going!” you chime pulling Uryu from his hand. You want to act as normal as possible, just to categorically avoid even thinking of the almost kissing situation from before.

The doctor flinches when he hears “auntie and uncle”. Perhaps it is his heart wanting that to be a reality or maybe all of this has become unbearable for his shyness.

In any case both walk in silence the couple of streets until you get to your friends house. Inside, you can already hear Ichika’s screams followed by Rukia’s scolding.

“Ah… the pests” you giggle. You love the Shinigami kids, but the Quincy joke has to be told as Uryu and you aren’t soul reapers but the opposite.

Uryu let a little smile slip through his lips, and it’s enough for you not to keep pushing any other type of conversation.

Soon, the beautiful ginger Inoue opens the door, letting both of you enter into her home. For your friends, you are an already married couple, even if you haven’t ever shown any signs of romantic relationship. Yet, going everywhere together, working one next to the other, and the looks in your eyes when nobody seems to be watching are enough proof for them.

And as soon as you reach the living room, two little pests attack you. Kazui and Ichika jump over Uryu and then you. On a much more far position, you found little Nemuri standing, watching in awe everything that happens.

Chad, Rukia, Renji, Ichigo, Byakuya and his new wife, Urahara and Yoruichi, and Ichigo’s family are already at the rooftop ready to enjoy a delicious barbeque.

Uryu goes upstairs first, carrying the kids with him. Nemuri gets shily closer to him, but soon gives him a soft smile. The doctor, that once met an older version of her, pats her head with sweetness as they walk.

You accompany Inoue towards the kitchen; she needs to take some food upstairs, so you help her. However, you wait for Uryu to fully disappear to speak to her.

“Orihime, I need to tell you something that just happened” you whisper.

The ginger beauty turns around excitedly; “Don’t tell me you are already dating?” she asks, excitedly. A lot more than any other person.

You frown in confusion. “Dating? I- Uryu and I?” you stutter, she didn’t even name him, but you knew. And she did too.

“You aren’t? But… I thought he was going to t- nevermind… what was it?”

You aren’t allowed to tell her, as the kids have already come downstairs to drag you up. “Mommy, Auntie!! The meat is ready!!!”

The night seems like any other where you all have fun and eat delicious food all together like a family. However, Uryu seems more silent than ever. There are times where your sights cross, but he immediately looks down and fixes his glasses to avoid the eye contact.

You try to brush off that feeling of having done something bad. Because it is exactly what you think you did; perhaps offering your lips have only upset him… after all, you were ready to ruin a friendship of more than 20 years.

“Honey, do you know what’s happening to the Quincy boy?” Isshin Kurosaki asks you, looking at who could have been more than his son’s friend if the past events turned a little different.

“I… I’m not sure, Kurosaki-san. He has always been a serious man” you lie…

Soon, music starts to play, and the kids want to dance. Of course, Rukia, her sister-in-law, Kisuke, Yoruichi and Orihime join the dancing, while Ichika tries to pull his noble uncle to the “dance floor” to do the same.

Kazui comes straight to you; “Auntie (Name), come dance with us?” “Of course, honey! You are the birthday boy so let’s dance until our feet hurt!”

There seems to be something magical that cannot be described when you enjoy the love of family. The soft breeze of late April plays with the hem of your yellow flowery dress and for some seconds you forget about Uryu.

The fairy lights that warmly light up the rooftop, look beautiful contrasted with a dark night sky.

With bare feet you dance, while Uryu watches you in silence. You are reflected on his glasses, with blurry tiny dots of light around. He loses his serious frown; his expression has now softened. Everything, absolutely everything seems to disappear when he looks at you… always from afar, always so mute.

“Ishida… ISHIDA!” “What?!” “When are you gonna tell her?” Ichigo asks, this time pretty worried because his friends seems miserable.

Uryu sighs, taking off his glasses and wrapping his forehead with his hands. He rests his chin on his palm, trying to search for a reason, for a single excuse beside being scared of rejection.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, Kurosaki. I… what would happen if she rejected me? We work together, we are like family” he murmurs, in between the laughter of the kids and the women dancing.

“Do you know who my wife is, Quincy?” Renji chimes in. “I- YOU KNOW WHO HER BROTHER IS? KUCHIKI TAICHO, YOU WANTED TO KILL ME WHEN YOU KNEW?” he asks his captain and now brother-in-law.

Byakuya looks at his empty glass of lime soda and sighs. “I wanted to kill you multiple times. Yes. But Rukia loves you, who am I to tell her not to marry you?”

“Taicho… -.-”

Ichigo starts laughing at Renji, hitting his back. Uryu smiles and softly chuckles; even Byakuya does.

“Really? Kurosaki what about you? You dork! You married Orihime but you had to wait until I got married to ask her out!!” Renji spits, pushing Ichigo to the side. “What I am trying to say is that by confessing to her I almost got slayed in two by Senbonzakura, Ishida! You shouldn’t be afraid! Go tell her” he continues, being absolutely serious and fair.

“Kids, Uryu… listen here, take your time and you will see that you will become the bravest of men when it’s time” Kurosaki Isshin intervenes, and there is no braver man than him. After all, he give it all for love.

Uryu nods. He perfectly understands what he meant. And with a candid smile from all of them, and some more cans of beer opened, the topic gets settled.

Soon, the time of blowing the candles arrive. Kazui is turning five today, but it seems to all of you that it was barely yesterday when you all were teenagers saving the world.

“Happy birthday Kazui!!”

You all take photos with him, first, aunt and uncle Abarai, the Kuchiki and their plushie of Wakame Taishii too. Yoruichi, who had become a cat by express request of the birthday boy, and Kisuke do too. Chad, who gifted Kazui his first pair of boxing gloves appears on a tik tok Orihime makes playing with his kid and lastly Uryu and you.

“Smile!” the ginger woman chimes, pointing her phone towards his son and you two. Kazui asks her mom to wait, and instantly stands up to hug you two. “My auntie and uncle!! When will I have a new cousin to play with? Is he gonna be a Quincy too?”

You gawk, looking at Uryu. He does the same, and in between giggles Orihime snaps a picture that will forever remain in your memories. Your eyes met, your lips separate, and the time, as well as in the photo, also seems to stop.

“Oh, the sincere looks of love…” Inoue whispers to his husband, who sighs… when will his friend realize how much they love each other?

Inside you, there is a mix of feelings… have you ever thought about a kid? With him? You aren’t sure, but, the idea seems both scary and beautiful.

When it’s time to go, and you salute everybody, you bite your lower lip. It’s time to walk back home, next to him. His car is parked right by your entrance, there is no way you could avoid his company… not that you wanted to avoid it, either way.

As you begin walking, not a single word is being spoken. Your shoulders feel cold, your legs too. So, you, as in a cliché romantic movie, hug yourself to try to get a little bit warmer.

And of course, Uryu notices.

“Have my coat” he says, taking his long white jacket off and putting it over your shoulders.

You wish to say no, but you simply can’t. Instead, you snuggle to it, allowing his soft perfume to reach your nose. A little smile garnishes your lips, a smile you try to hide. But a smile he notices looking at you with the corner of his eye.

A few blocks ahead of silent walk and you are already by your door. And it’s time to say goodnight… but does any of you wanted to say bye?

You put a foot on your porch, while he stays still at the very entrance of it. For some seconds, both look at each other. Swallowing, waiting for something else to happen.

“Uryu I-“ “(Name) I-“

Both speak at the same time; and both stop at the same time as well. “I- please, go ahead” you say, knowing very well he won’t take the opportunity.

“You can go first…” he shyly murmurs, now absolutely unable to say anything else.

You take a deep breath; you are freezing. “U-chan, would you like to come inside and have some coffee? It’s still pretty early… unless you are tired and I will understand and so- uh-” you start rumbling, you need to fill the silence he is giving. But he stops you with simple words…

“(Name), I’m in love with you” “Uryu…”

continues in ➡ part 2

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littlemissmentallyunstable · 16 days ago

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@lovethornes

HAPPYYYY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET IZZYYYY 🎉🥳🎂🎊 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY IN THE WORLDDD AND GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT GORGEOUSSSS!! 🤭💕😜🎈🎁 THANK YOU FOR BEING SO WONDERFUL AND SUPPORTIVE AND JUST A GENERAL AMAZING PERSON 🥰🩷😘💖 I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO MUCHHHHH

HERE IS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOU SWEETHEART 💞💞

title: izzy’s birthday

pairing: grayson hawthorne x izzy

Izzy woke up to an empty space beside her. The other side of the bed was cold, it hadn’t been slept in for a good few hours. No Grayson. It wasn’t unusual though. Grayson would often wake at the crack of dawn to go for a morning swim or run or just to do something generally productive. Izzy was such a night owl that the one time she’d attempted to get up with him, she’d ended up asleep whilst putting her shoes on, which Grayson had of course found very adorable and ever so slightly amusing.

Last night, she’d binged nearly half of season five of grey’s anatomy for the hundredth time. All the while Grayson lay sleeping, curled up, head resting on her stomach. No matter how hard he tried he always fell asleep first. It was just his pattern of sleep. Though Izzy didn’t mind, she got to play with his soft hair and enjoy her show until the early hours before eventually falling into a deep sleep herself.

So although this morning she felt a little groggy and slightly still tired, Izzy didn’t mind because today was her birthday, so it had to be a good day, whether she was tired or not. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and combed her hair out of her face, wondering where her boyfriend was. She looked over to his empty side of the bed again when she noticed a little slip of paper with Grayson’s familiar cursive handwriting on his bedside table. Curiously, she crawled over and reached for it, her eyes skimming over the words.

‘I am you, yet I am not. I will never lie unless you lie to me. I watch you, yet I have no eyes and should I break your good luck dies’

Izzy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. What on earth? It was too early in the morning for her brain to be functioning properly. After three rereads and a whole lot of pondering, Izzy decided that it was a riddle, most likely some sort of game Grayson had set up for her to complete. She smiled. She loved a Hawthorne challenge. Game on.

She first focused on each section of the riddle before trying to piece it all together. That was how she usually worked. ‘I watch you yet I have no eyes’ implied that it was an inanimate object. She looked around and surveyed the large pieces of furniture in her room: the bed, the wardrobe, the drawers, the vanity, the shelves, the bedside tables. ‘I will never lie, unless you lie to me’ Izzy tried to apply the line to the list of furniture, it half worked for the wardrobe, if she lied about putting clean clothes in then she wouldn’t have any to wear but she thought it seemed a little far fetched.

She moved on to another line, ‘I am you, yet I am not’ puzzled her. How could something be her but also not? She read the riddle again, making sure there was no ultra specific hidden meaning in any of the phrasing but there didn’t seem to be. She thought about physical and mental, what could be physically her but mentally not? Still, no ideas availed. Then it hit her, as fast and hard as a train wreck.

A mirror. That was the answer, Izzy decided. It made perfect sense. She rushed to her vanity and looked over the space for any more clues or hints but came to nothing. She sighed searching for something, anything to help her solve this puzzle. Izzy then had another idea, a lightbulb moment, and took the mirror off of the wall. Much to her disappointment when she lifted it, there was nothing underneath. She checked over the exteriors, running her fingers along each and every surface with care and precision. There was no hidden levers or buttons or signals, nothing.

She questioned whether she’d gotten the riddle right and read it one last time. She thought about the last sentence, ‘should I break your good luck dies’. Of course that heavily indicated that the answer was a mirror but maybe it was alluding to something else. The mirror can’t break but it could be tampered with. She carefully and nimbly removed the glass, extra cautious so it wouldn’t break. After placing the pane on the floor the second clue was revealed.

Underneath was a flattened velvet bag. She immediately sat down and poured out the contents. Tiles. They looked like scrabble tiles, but she soon found that they were double sided, on one side were numbers and the other letters. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. What could this mean? At first, she tried creating words but with thirty nine tiles the possibilities were too endless. There had to be a more logical way other than trial and error. She flipped to the number side to see if there was a number pattern and noticed none of the numbers were the same, even if they were the same letter. They had an order. So she tried one first, then two, then three all the way to thirty nine, this had to be it but the word revealed to be something confusing.

‘lrig yadhtrib hsiw uoy revetahw otni ydaer teg’

A bunch of random letters. Seriously Grayson? She sighed, convinced maybe she’d done it wrong. Izzy was about to start over when she looked back at the mirror and then realised something… The reflection of the words made it look like an actual sentence. She read the sentence backwards, ‘get ready into whatever you wish birthday girl’. A blush arose in her cheeks and a sense of accomplishment bellowed in her chest. Two clues down, but how many more to come?

Izzy walked to her wardrobe and thought about what she might like to wear. It was always a hard decision. There was her classic pink floral dress, or the white dress with strawberry pattern, or she could go for her black skirt and lilac top with a bow. But eventually she settled for one of her favourites. It was a long shiny silver dress, that complimented her dark hair and eyes. Grayson always loved her in it, which was a bonus. But as soon as she took it out, something fell out of the bottom. Izzy peered down, lifting up the mystery items. A small wooden box and a slip of paper. Her eyes skimmed over Grayson’s handwriting once again.

thought you’d chose this dress

Of course he knew. He had a way of always knowing things like this. At first Izzy inspected the note for any hidden clues but then realised she was supposed to be focussing on the box. She suspected it to be a puzzle box but Izzy soon found after closer inspection that it was not. There were no secret levers or clues as to how it started. In fact it would’ve been a plain wooden box if not for the top. The box had a buzzer and a button attached and Izzy began to tap it. Once she stopped the buzzer flashed red.

“Two. More. Chances.”

She yelped and dropped the box, not expecting a voice to come out of it. Then she registered the words it had said. Two more chances. That meant to more chances to find the correct code to open the box. But what was the code and how could she find it? She analysed the button again, it looked familiar. Too familiar. Then it hit her. Morse code. She looked back to the note. Maybe she was meant to type it in morse code. So she did. The buzzer flashed red for the second time and the box cried out.

“One. More. Chance.”

Her eyes widened, realising that she couldn’t mess up this time, or it might look for good. But what could the words be? She searched the room for any sign that she could use but there was nothing. After the third search around the place she felt hopeless. She didn’t want to give up but she didn’t want to lose either. She threw her head back and slumped onto the floor not knowing where to turn next. She gazed at her bedframe, trying to make pictures out of the funny dents in the wood, like you do with clouds. Sometimes, her theory was, if you think nothing, the right answer will come to you. She stared at the dents again. It was weird how perfectly circular they were. She did a double take and suddenly sat up. Engraved into the bed frame was three words in morse code. This was the answer.

•• •-•• - - - •••- • -•- - - - - ••-

She grabbed the box and typed the first letter in. •• for I. The buzzer didn’t go red this time, in fact the sound of a mechanism turning slightly emitted from the box. She was on the right tracks. She typed in the second word. •-•• L, - - - O, •••- V and then finally • for E. Again the soft turning came from the box. Izzy smiled to herself as she buzzed in the final piece of code -•- - Y, - - - O and the last letter ••- U. The buzzer lit up a bright green colour and began to flash.

“You. Have. Answered. Correctly.”

Izzy heard the tiniest of clicks, an indicator that the box had now in fact been opened. She smiled as she removed the lid. Sparkling inside was a set of diamond silver earrings and a matching necklace. She gasped softly, running a finger across the gorgeous jewellery. This would’ve cost Grayson fortunes. Izzy fixed her mirror back up and reinstated her vanity before carefully putting on her gift. She admired the way it looked, beaming to herself. It suited her, making her chocolate eyes stand out against her complexion. She was about to close the box when she realised the spongy-textured material keeping the jewellery in place was oddly loose.

“That’s funny,” she murmured to herself as she slowly she lifted it up. Underneath she found another slip of paper. She’d thought the game was over. The jewellery was her prize but of course, this challenge was made by a Hawthorne, there was always more.

It read: lkvm gsv wlli zg vczxgob mrmv gsrigb in Grayson’s cursive hand.

Another clue. She tried to read it backwards but quickly found it made no sense. Of course Grayson hadn’t used the same clue twice. It was such an odd blend of letters. She tried to unscramble them but there wasn’t enough vowels to form more words. She resorted to putting them in alphabetical order which didn’t help at all and then reverse alphabetical order which was even more pointless.

She stared at the letters until they mushed into one big soup of undecipherable code. She flipped onto the back hoping for some help and sure enough scribbled in the corner was a small note. HOT = COLD. Izzy frowned in confusion. What did that have to do with the letters? She tried to make the words but there was only one O and no D or T at all. Then she looked deeper at the meaning. Hot was equal to cold, what then correlated hot and cold, hot and cold were opposites, opposites, the letters were opposites.

Izzy sat down, grabbed a pencil and some paper and wrote out the alphabet A to Z. Then underneath she wrote the alphabet again from Z to A. She began with the L and saw it met with O, then the K that met with the P and so on and so on until she’d deciphered the entirety of the sentence.

‘open the door at exactly nine thirty’

Izzy’s eyes flickered to the clock it was nine twenty eight, giving her one minute to tidy everything up that had led her to her clues and another minute it fix her hair and straighten her dress. She opened the door as the clock hit nine thirty and stood there was Grayson a bouquet of tulips in his hands. They were the most beautiful pastel shades.

“Happy birthday,” he smiled widely.

Izzy squealed with joy practically flinging herself into him arms. Lucky Grayson’s reflexes were fast otherwise she may have tumbled down the stairs.

“You got my clues then,” he said, brushing the hair from out of her face.

“I’m offended you doubted I would,” she commented.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied, with a pointed look.

“It was implied,” she responded, doe-eyed.

“Let me see if I can make it up to you,” he whispered, planting a slow kiss on her lips.

Izzy melted into him, addicted to his taste. There was nothing like sharing moments like these with Grayson. Euphoria pulsated through her heart every time.

“Consider it forgotten,” she smiled as they pulled away.

He kissed her again gently, holding her face in his palms. Grayson had never thought he could hold the whole world in his hands until now.

“You want to go downstairs?” he murmured against her lips.

“I don’t know, do I?” she giggled, fingers dancing in spirals on the back of his neck.

“I think so,” Grayson winked, suddenly sweeping her feet from under her.

Izzy squealed at the sudden surprise of having no balance and clung onto Grayson for dear life. He carried her down the stairs bridal style, where adorning the banister were ribbons in shades of perfect pink and purple. She looked up at him with a loving look in her eyes. He knew her too well. When the reached the bottom Grayson placed Izzy on the floor, taking a moment to himself to admire her beauty. She was stunning. Nothing in this world, he decided, was more beautiful than her. He could stare at her for hours and never get bored.

He didn’t understand how he’d gotten so lucky. Grayson had never felt he deserved someone like Izzy. She was a blinding light in the darkest of his moments, the gleaming diamond in a pile of rocks, a shooting star in a sky of inky black. She was everything.

“Go on then,” he ushered her towards the closed door to the next room.

Izzy grinned to herself as she approached. Her hand clasped the cold metal handle and slowly she turned it. Her jaw dropped upon entering the room. The decorations were absolutely stunning. There were clear balloons filled with confetti and glitter as well as pink and purple balloons. There were banners everywhere with cursive silver writing reading ‘happy birthday’ as well as handmade hearts out of card. On the table there were more vases of the tulips she’d been greeted with at the door.

“You did all of this,” she gaped, eyes sparkling.

Grayson took a mental picture of her like this. Standing there with her mouth wide and features enveloped in pure joy. There was such indescribable beauty in her mesmerisation. He loved her more than he could comprehend.

“Well I had a little hand,” he shrugged.

“It’s so beautiful,” she complimented, running her fingers along a pale pink balloon.

Grayson tilted his head to the side, “really?”

“Really,” Izzy nodded enthusiastically, “oh my gosh I love it so much.”

Her heart swelled to nearly double its size. Grayson had done all of this for her. She couldn’t even begin to imagine the time and plan in it had all taken

Grayson smiled widely, whenever Izzy was happy, he was happy.

“Everything is perfect,” she whispered.

“Not quite,” he shook his head.

Izzy’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “what do you mean?”

A very Hawthorne smirk spread across his features, “haven’t you noticed what’s missing?”

“Nothings missing, this is amazing Gray, really,” she said earnestly.

“What about the cake?” Grayson said.

Izzy hadn’t even realised that there wasn’t one, she’d been so focused on how spectacular everything else was.

“Oh,” she replied with widened eyes.

“Good thing I can help fix that,” Grayson said, the corners of his lips upturned and a twinkle in his eyes.

“You’ve got that look on,” Izzy told him softly.

He furrowed his brows, “what look?”

“Your look,” she smiled delicately.

“Is that a good thing?” he asked.

“The best thing,” she replied, raising onto her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Perfect,” he grinned walking over to the fridge, “so seen as it’s your birthday I thought that you’d want to decorate your own cake.”

“No way!” she squealed, only just about preventing herself from jumping up and down.

She followed him further into the kitchen and it was only then did she notice the piping bags, bowls of coloured icing and decorations laid out on the kitchen table.

“Well I know you love to do this, so we’ve got a tier each,” Grayson explained.

“I’m so excited,” she beamed at him.

He laughed, a warm bubbly sound that sent a fuzzy feeling to Izzy’s chest. Izzy didn’t often hear him laugh like that, it was rare for Grayson. He was usually so serious, so on task it was sometimes difficult to get him to smile. When he did it was magical, he had a beautiful smile which was made even cuter by his dimples.

“Libby made everything of course,” he said.

“Then it’s going to taste incredible,” she winked before cheekily dipping a finger into the pink icing and licking it.

“Did you just-“

“Don’t leave icing out if you don’t want me to eat it,” Izzy said before he could even finish the question.

He shook his head with a chuckle.

“And by the way it’s to die for!” she groaned, tipping her head back and closing her eyes, “how does she make it taste this good, it’s impossible.”

“A mystery to me,” Grayson shrugged, walking over with two plates in his hands.

He put two cakes down onto the table, both crumb-coated and ready for decorating.

“I thought nothing was a mystery to the infamous Grayson Hawthorne,” Izzy smirked, sitting down.

“There’s only two mysteries to me in the world,” he replied.

She folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, “which are?”

“How Libby makes such good icing,” he began slowly.

“And?” she prompted him, with a grin.

“And…” he paused, “how you’re such perfection.”

Izzy’s cheeks warmed up to a much deeper shade than the bowl of pink icing, “stop it,” she giggled.

“It’s true,” he told her, rolling his sleeves up, “now let’s decorate.”

“These cakes look amazing,” she exclaimed.

“They’ll look even more amazing once we’re done decorating them,” Grayson added, reaching for a pallet knife.

“Don’t go all artistic on me now,” Izzy said, poking her tongue out.

“I’ll try not to,” he teased, reaching into the drawer behind him and taking out his glasses case.

“Oooo glasses out,” she sang, “you’re getting serious about this.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, “I’m not getting serious.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed, “you only whip those out whenever you’re doing art or photography you’re really serious about.”

“Not true,” he shook his head, putting them on.

“You’re right,” Izzy grinned, adjusting them slightly, “it’s also when you read about serious topics like philosophy and history and therapy.”

“I don’t read therapy books,” Grayson said flatly.

“So ‘how to make it through my trauma’ is a fantasy romance book,” she raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Yes, it’s about a dark brooding prince and his perfect princess,” he replied without missing a beat.

“Oh yeah,” she smirked.

“Mhmmm,” he nodded smoothly, “the prince is a cold hearted blonde and the princess is a sunshine character with dark hair and the most gorgeous brown eyes and they fall madly in love and decorate cakes together and never make fun of the others taste in books.”

“Wow that story sounds so familiar,” Izzy hummed as he guided her over to his lap.

“You must’ve read it before,” he shrugged gently as he pulled her down.

“I must’ve,” she murmured as his hands snaked their way to the small of her back, holding her as if she were the most delicate thing in the entire universe. To him she was.

The kiss was so tentative it as almost lost in the surrounding air. His lips were soft and mellowed against hers.

“Has anyone ever told you that glasses really suit you,” Izzy asked, in barely a whisper.

“They haven’t,” Grayson replied softly, kissing her again.

“That’s…weird,” she breathed between kisses,“…because… I couldn’t… help… myself…”

“I love you so much,” he smiled as they pulled away.

***

They got to work on the cakes, Izzy’s playlist blasting in the background. She was a delicate piper and an expert with any nozzle. Grayson, on the other hand, preferred to use different variants of pallet knives to create an artistic canvas on his cake. The two of them laughed and talked for what felt like eternity. It was only when Izzy went to scrape more icing into her piping bag and realised there was none left, that they noticed how long they’d been there for.

“We’ve run out of pink icing,” she pouted at the empty bowl.

“That might have something to do with the fact you smothered it over the entire cake,” Grayson flashed a witty grin.

“It tastes the best,” she reasoned.

“All the icings taste the same,” he said bluntly, “they’re just dyed.”

“Nu-uh,” she shook her head stubbornly, “the pink one tastes pink.”

He raised a sharpened brow.

“Trust me,” she insisted, “it’s just better.”

“Whatever you say my love,” he chuckled, “now let’s make some more icing.”

She bounced up, grabbing the icing sugar from the baking cupboard. Grayson met her at the stand mixer with the butter. She began to measure out the ingredient whilst he stood behind her, hands on her hips. Izzy tried to hide her blush and focussed on the ingredients but gave up pretending after she’d measured the wrong amount of sugar for the fourth time.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled into her ear as she put the butter into the bowl.

It took everything in her not to drop everything completely. She blushed a deeper shade of scarlet, which she hadn’t thought was possible before today and kissed him gently.

“Now mix the icing and stop distracting me,” she grinned, walking over to get the pink food colouring.

She managed to reach the bottle and swiftly made her way back towards Grayson where a silky smooth icing had been combined. He glanced at her, an amused expression lighting up his face.

“Come here,” he chuckled, “you’ve got a little-“

“What?” Izzy asked.

“Icing sugar on your cheek,” he murmured, bringing her closer so he could bring his hand to her face and brush it away. But even when the icing sugar was surly gone, he continued caressing her cheek, her soft skin under his tender touch.

“And a little here,” he winks, blobbing a little icing on her nose with his finger.

Izzy giggles, the sound being the most beautiful music to Grayson’s ears.

“You didn’t just do that,” she said.

“I did,” he replied a cheeky look in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, failing to suppress her laugh as she grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.

“Wait!” Grayson exclaimed suddenly.

She froze mid move, “what?”

He pulled her closer and kissed the tip of her nose.

“You look cute with icing on your nose by the way,” he said, carrying the fresh bowl of icing to the table. A blush spread across Izzy’s face making Grayson smile widely.

“So do you,” Izzy replied, following him.

“I don’t have an icing on my-“

She dolloped some onto her finger and swiped it across his nose quickly, before his lightning reflexes got a chance to kick in.

“Don’t you?” she batted her eyelashes, licking the icing left on fingers off

He shook his head and laughed, pulling her into his arms for a hug, “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you,” she winked.

***

After another hour of decorating they were both finally done. Grayson’s was of course a work of art, despite him promising not to get all artistic. Izzy was proud of her tier, it was perfect. Maybe it didn’t look exactly like her pinterest inspiration photo but she loved it nevertheless.

“Now we need to stack them in top of each other,” he said.

“You have fun doing that,” she chuckled.

“Nu-uh sweetheart, this is your job,” he replied, handing her the tool.

Izzy stared at him blankly, “erm why are you giving me this responsibility?”

“You’re the birthday girl,” he shrugged.

“It doesn’t mean I’ve suddenly become a pro cake stacker,” she exclaimed.

“I don’t think anyone is a pro cake stacker,” Grayson responded. He couldn’t help himself.

Izzy tried to be annoyed at him but seriously couldn’t. Those dimples made her fold every time.

“You know what I mean,” she rolled her eyes, “okay, well here goes nothing then.”

She slid the flattened disc under the second tier and used the handle to lift it up. She was surprised at how dense it felt. Slowly and carefully Izzy manoeuvred it one the first. It was all going well, too well. Her hands got shaky and the cake began to wobble.

“No pressure,” Grayson commented.

“Stop!” she giggled, “I’m going to drop it.”

“Need some help?” he asked quickly.

She nodded, “please.”

Grayson moved so he was stood behind, he gripped her hands at the wrist to steady the shaking plate. His chest was pressed up against her back and she could feel his hot breath down her neck. Together, they slowly lowered the second tier on to the first successfully.

“There,” Grayson sighed, taking a step back to admire their work, “it looks stunning.”

“It’s perfect,” Izzy squealed, hugging him tightly, “I love it so much!”

“I think it’s beautiful,” he grinned, “just like you.”

She smiled so hard her jaw ached. That was when Grayson reached into his pocket and produced a box tied with a ribbon.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

“But you already got me a present,” Izzy said as he placed the box into her hands, “the jewellery from upstairs.”

“You thought I’d only gotten you one thing?” he scoffed.

“It was two pieces actually,” she countered.

“You should know me better than to think I’d just get you jewellery,” Grayson replied swiftly.

“I don’t know what to say, thank you so much,” she said, staring at the perfect pink ribbon.

“Don’t say anything,” he told her, “just untie the ribbon.”

Delicately she pulled the ribbon, letting the fabric fall gently after coming loose. Izzy opened the box slowly, unsure of what to expect. Inside, there was an intricately designed metal key. Silver intertwined with gold. She traced her fingers over the metal carefully, memorising each detail. The spiralling patterns and twists and turns and dents and craters. She looked up to meet Grayson’s eye.

“You want to see it?” he asked, a hint of excitement in his tone.

She tilted her head to the side, “see what?”

“Oh come on Iz!” he exclaimed.

“I’m confused,” she replied. She honestly had no clue what he was talking about.

“You’ve been talking about this for months,” he said.

“What?”

Izzy couldn’t for the life of her remember. What had she been talking about for months that correlated with a key? It was like Grayson’s cryptic riddles from that morning all over again.

He chuckled, shaking his head softly, “put your shoes on.”

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“To the door that the key unlocks,” he responded.

“What-“

“No questions,” he insisted, shoving her shoes into her hands, “no clues, let’s go.”

“You can’t do that!” she said, hastily slipping them on.

“I think you’ll find I can,” he smiled slyly.

“Gray!”

“Izzy!”

“I’m serious,” she groaned, “what do you mean the door that the key unlocks?”

“You’ll see,” he smirked, proud of his crypticness, much to her annoyance.

Izzy glared at him as he intertwined his hand in hers and guided her out of the door. Though, she could only pretend to be mad for so long and only made it to the car with her thunderous expression. Grayson Hawthorne was hard to say mad at.

“The suspense is killing me,” she said, as he pulled out of the driveway.

He drove on, “you’ll survive, I promise.”

“I might spontaneously combust,” Izzy sighed.

“Please not in here,” he wrinkled his nose, “these seats are white.”

“Hey!” she laughed, hitting him arm playfully, “it’s not like you couldn’t buy eight more of these if I did spontaneously combust.”

“But I like this one,” he pouted.

“Such a peacock Hawthorne,” she teased him.

“What?” Grayson complained, “it’s a nice car.”

“You know I might just spontaneously combust to spite you for not telling me where we’re going,” she stuck her tongue out.

“Why would I tell you can see for yourself?” he asked.

“What are you talking about? I can’t see for mys-“

Izzy suddenly realised the car had stopped. They were no longer moving. The drive was shorter than she’d imagined, despite having no idea where they were going anyway.

“We’re here sweetheart,” Grayson smiled.

Izzy stared out of the window. They’d arrived at a beach. Not just any beach, her favourite beach in the entire world. Before she had a moment to drink in the sight, Grayson appeared at the passenger door to open it. He then, like a proper gentleman, extended his arm for her to hold, though Izzy opted for his hand. He lead her down onto the sand where the two walked up the beach. She leant her head on his shoulder with his arm around her. Izzy got so lost in the beauty of the moment she almost didn’t hear Grayson tell her.

“There’s the door my love.”

Izzy looked up. Her jaw dropped and mouth hung open, paralysed in shock and joy and so many other overwhelming emotions.

“You bought me the house on the beach,” she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes.

She’d loved this house since forever. She’d told Grayson from when they were first dating to now what a dream it would be to own it, maybe even live there. And he’d only gone and bought the whole thing of her.

“And this stretch of beach, from that pillar to this one,” he pointed, “it’s all yours my love.”

“I can’t believe it,” she said shakily.

Izzy had never felt so lucky in her entire life. He might have well have just handed her all the galaxies in the solar system.

“You better start, it’s all real,” he beamed.

“Grayson this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she choked, “I don’t know what to say, I’m speechless.”

“You don’t have to say anything, the look in your eyes is more than enough for me,” he says, “do you want to go inside?”

She gave me a look, “do I?”

“Go on then Iz,” he ushered her closer with a gentle hand, “you have the key.”

Slowly Izzy placed the key into the lock, turning it clockwise. It felt so surreal to be unlocking this door. She looked at Grayson as she turned the doorknob. Together, they pushed it open, revealing a breathtaking interior. There was a regal staircase through the centre that split into two as well as a large hanging chandelier with teardrop glass pieces glistening when the light hit them in the right way. Each time her eyes darted somewhere, something new was to be seen. A stunningly designed ceiling, an alluring pattern on the oak door, wallpaper that was to die for… and that was only in the entrance.

What she couldn’t believe her eyes had missed was the thing in the centre of the room. In the middle there was an art piece. It took Izzy all of half a second to understand what it was. It was her favourite photograph of her and Grayson together but painted.

She looked to Grayson, “did you paint this?”

“Possibly,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a smile.

“Grayson,” she murmured, absolutely stunned, “there are no words to describe how full my heart is right now, this is so beautiful.”

She threw her arms around him and squeezed tightly. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him gently. Her lips softly brushed across his. He melted into her, his arms naturally wrapping around her waist, to keep her closer. A warmth spread through the left side of his chest, a warmth only she had the power to bring him. They pulled away and Grayson couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t because he was breathless from the kiss, it was because his breath was taken by Izzy. Whenever he looked at her, he was unable to comprehend why someone like her would choose someone like him. The way she looked at him made his heart race, let alone when she kissed him.

“If I knew you were going to react like this I’d paint you something every day,” he flashed a smile, lowering his hands to her hips and pulling her in even closer gently.

“Oh shut up,” she grinned, hands around his neck.

He dragged his thumb gently across her jaw, when it reached her chin, he tilted her head back slightly, gazing into her irises, “I love you Izzy,” he murmured, his voice a low hum.

“I love you too Gray,” she whispers, entranced by him.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

I really hope you enjoyed Izzy!! Have the best day my love 💕💕 love from bella

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