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[adoreddaisies]

well well well 👀

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[maidragoste]

Fatherhood

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

More of Daemon's Wife au

Summary: A glimpse into Daemon's life as a father.

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After watching your husband act like a fool for days you finally lost your patience so tonight when Daemon climbed into bed with you and started kissing your neck you pushed him away.

“What did I do?” He asked, knowing that you were upset by the frown on your face.

"You're ignoring Baelon," you accused him without any doubt of your words.

Since the two of you had came back home from the war, Daemon had barely been to the nursery and when the whole family was at the table he never tried to talk to Baelon. You didn't expect him to instantly become familiar with his role as a father., after all, he hadn't been able to meet their son before, but you never thought that your husband would look for any excuse not to be with your son.

"He doesn't like me so I'm not going to bother him" he responded, wanting to appear unconcerned but you know him well so you know that this actually bothered him.

When you and your husband returned from Stepstones, your son had burst into tears the first time Daemon spoke to him. You noticed the pain in your husband's eyes when Baelon hid his face in your neck, refusing to see him. You didn't blame your son for being afraid since it was the first time he saw his father. You knew Daemon had been excited to finally meet Baelon so you understood that the boy's reaction would have disappointed him but you didn't expect him to decide to distance himself because of that.

"He doesn't like you because he doesn't know you yet," you explain now in a softer tone. "Daemon, I don't know what you expected from your first meeting but he acted like any other child would. He doesn't know you so you have to earn his trust. He's not going to love you just because im tell him you're his father. You have to spend time with him," you advised him as you traced random patterns on his chest, hoping he wouldn't take your words the wrong way.

"I will," he promised before kissing you on the lips. He was satisfied to see that this time you didn't push him away so he continued kissing you again and again.

And Daemon really considered your words because after that night he started spending more time at the nursery. At first, Baelon looked uncertainly at Daemon when he spoke to him but you always encouraged him to respond. In addition, it also helped that your son saw that you were always calm and smiling around Daemon, so little by little the boy began to gain more confidence. Every time you were about to tell him a new story, Baelon asked his father if he knew it too and he listened attentively every time Daemon contributed. When he realized that his father also knew High Valyrian, he began to proudly tell him the words he had learned so far and asked him to also teach him new words, now at the table after the servants brought the food Baelon spent his time asking his father what he liked and what he didn't, interested in knowing more about him. Not only that but Baelon also started inviting him to the walks the two of you take together on the beach. Seeing all this, you were proud of the progress between father and son and it made you happy to see the happiness on Daemon's face every time Baelon asked his opinion or asked him something, not to mention when he held his hand for the first time while the three walked together in the beach.

But still, you couldn't help but notice that the two of them were never alone, you were always there as if they wouldn't dare to be alone.

"Where is he going?" Baelon asked, looking with a pout at his father's back as he walked.

"You Kepa is going to go see his dragon" You smiled as you came up with an idea so that they could spend some time alone "Do you want to go with him?"

You weren't surprised when he let go of your hand and started running after Daemon shouting "Kepa! Kepa!" Your husband soon stopped and turned to see the little copy of him running towards him with a big smile. He felt his heart warm at the sight. When Baelon was a few steps away from him, he approached and picked him up without warning, making the boy squeal with happiness.

"I want to go with you," the boy announced before his father could ask him what was happening.

Your husband looked at you waiting for you to say something but you were already raising your hand saying goodbye to them with a smile. Baelon moved his hand back and forth until you became a distant speck on the beach.

"What's the name of your dragon?" the boy asked, still in his dad's arms as he walked.

"Caraxes" the father responded with a smile even though this was not the first time his son had asked him that.

"It's like Wing?"

Daemon would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of hearing how Baelon called your dragon Wing because according to the Nightwing boy he was too long.

"Caraxes is much grander than the dragon on your muña," the prince responded, feeling his smile grow larger as he imagined your indignation if you would listen to him. A part of him hoped that Baelon would later tell you this just to see your reaction.

"He's giant!" Baelon exclaimed impressed when he saw the red beast. "Will my dragon be like that too?" He asked excitedly.

"Probably but in many years" Daemon replied and poked his nose when he saw him pouting "Do you want to pet him?" Instantly the pout was replaced by a smile.

"Yes!" the boy shouted excitedly and before Baelon went to touch the dragon, Daemon took his son's small hand before placing it and his carefully on the dragon's face. He did not believe that Caraxes would do anything to him but he preferred not to risk it, it was known that dragons did not usually react well when someone who was not their rider approached them with too much confidence and the last thing he wanted was for his son to end up hurt so he was for a while talking to his dragon while they both caressed it.

Daemon could remember the proudest moments in his life: when he claimed Caraxes, when his father gave him Dark Sister, when he called you his wife for the first time when you told him you were pregnant and now it added up to see his son bond with his dragon.

They were there for a while. Daemon listened with amusement to Baelon's ramblings about how giant Caraxes was and that he surely had to eat a lot to achieve that size, all while never stopping petting the dragon. Until started to get dark then they headed back to the castle.

"I like Wing more" the boy confessed once the figure of the dragon became a distant speck.

"Tomorrow you will come to fly with me and you will see that Caraxes flies faster," the prince said instantly. He had to change Baelon's mind before he said that again but in front of you. He could already imagine your cocky smile and how you would never let him forget it.

"Let's fly now!" the boy squealed excitedly.

"We can't now, your daughter must be waiting for us for dinner" the father explained, and seeing that  Baelon seemed about to complain he added "Would you like her to have dinner alone? I'm sure that would make her sad"

"No, let's go with muña!"

During dinner, Baelon spent his time talking non-stop about Caraxes and how tomorrow he would fly with his Kepa. You listened to everything with a smile and only interrupted your son's ramblings to remind him to eat before the food got cold.

In the middle of Baelon's talks, Daemon took your hand and kissed it. He didn't need to tell you anything, you could see it in his eyes, he was grateful that you encouraged him to stop hiding and that he would make an effort to form a bond with his son.

When it was time for Baelon to go to sleep you and him got up from the table to go to the nursery but first Baelon said goodbye to his Kepa with a kiss on the cheek. You encouraged your son to go ahead with one of the maidens while you stayed with Daemon.

"I'm proud of you," you said as you took your husband's face in your hands and leaned in to kiss him "I can't wait to see you with the next one" you declared between kisses.

Your husband took a while to register your words because he was distracted by the taste of your lips but once he did he stopped kissing you to look at you impressed.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked just to make sure he understood correctly although he could already feel his heart racing.

You nodded with a smile and let out a laugh the moment Daemon pulled you onto his lap. You kissed his neck while his hand rested on your stomach. You still didn't show but he couldn't wait to see how the life inside you grew. He couldn't be by your side when you were pregnant with Baelon but this time it would be different, this time the two of you wouldn't have to discuss the baby's name by letter, this time Daemon would feel the baby's kicks instead of having to imagine it, this time if you wanted him, he would be by your side when you gave birth, this time he wouldn't have to wait years to meet his son. This time he would be there to see him grow.

"This time I won't miss anything," he promised, kissing your forehead.

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[uchihaharlot]

Oooh! Thirsty requests? Don’t mind if I do 🤭

I love the Uchiha men! (Duh) So, what is their favorite sex position that really does it for them, really gets them going and busting the fastest and hardest? 👀💥

Ok what the fuck, this is hawt and it took me mere seconds to formulate exactly which positions the boys instinctively bust.

NSFW; afab; holy fuck this is hot and I haven’t even drafted it 🚨:

Madara: Riding him for the first time.

• This man’s sole purpose is to spread his seed like peanut butter, preferably within his wife’s spongey wet cunt.

• Top/Bottom is never an option for debate, she’s either taken by surprise bent over something forward or underneath him. Deliciously tormented with his rough and abrasive thrusts. Madara does not allow such luxury in the way of her desires. Even if she is endlessly pleased, something is missing.

• If his wife manages, and it’s a risk. To get on top of him…Madara won’t even know how to cope with the shift in power. He is so unpredictable as it is, the urge to maneuver her submissive to him is strong, but falters.

• Seeing her enjoy him this way, like actually enjoy it more than usual…is provocative and endearing. Though sex is usually overstimulating with him — copious amounts of hours in bed laid to the mating press. She had back sores once, but those were always soothed. He’s not a complete hooligan.

• But he is a heathen, so in this regard Madara definitely takes the opportunity to actually acknowledge her body’s many appealing angles. Differences on her soft supple skin are highlighted in the dimly lit bedroom. They reflect and make his head spin, red orbs elicit for the first time and she’s under the scope of his sharingan. It’s new and invigorating and one touch of a soft breast with rough hands makes her moan out his name for the first time ever. Both of them are deliriously overcome with the slightest touch.

• Oops. He shoots his shot too soon after hearing his name. 🫥 He wants to disappear in that moment, Madara can’t cope…sensing a pattern here? But it was so good, and she is undeniably beautiful. Purebred Uchiha, like him. Maybe if he was more….sensual and less of a brute? She would garner this reaction next time?

• This brings me to a bonus point with Madara, lol. The second position he comes fast would undoubtedly be his favorite, damn his wife for having a voice that cradles soft moans onto his left ear, for the second time he comes fast. Barely three minutes in.

Obito: Making out while sitting in his lap.

• 🫠 I don’t want to embarrass this man, but my fucking head just — cannot not go there. Sweet summer child thought that giving head was making out the first time he heard the phrase (at 14 no less).

• So he won’t tell her he is a grown ass virgin, but he really doesn’t need to. Obito acts with hesitation below that of a wet blanket when alone with his s/o. Shaky here and there, the surprised gasps he makes when her lips feather kisses like spring rain to his lips. Obito is besotted. Wholeheartedly leaking like a faucet in his slacks.

• I want to give this man the benefit I really do, finding it hard to keep it….yea no. They’re not even at that point of business when Obito let out stifled sound between a moan and low grunt. All she did was grind into his throbbing cock. 🫡 Ships sunk, and like with most; the captain goes down too.

• This woman, bless her heart as well. Has the patience of a god. She will make some cute pun about needing to check his briefs more thoroughly and Obito is so fucking flustered; ommggg. It’s unfortunate that he’s picked up on coping skills from Madara. He too, wants to hide.

• Divine, Obito thinks this of her. Taking his sad floppy manhood, which is covered in his premature cum as he watches her slurp him in his mouth. Making some pun about how wasteful but that she forgives him if he makes up for it.

• Will suck until he is hard again, which is not even thirty seconds. Obito also, like most Uchiha men, is subjected to his eyes. Red spun pearls capture her gaze as she sits in his lap on the recliner. This has always been a dream! It’s happening!

• Then it isn’t, no. Not really. Not again! His s/o is not even the slightest bit surprised when Obito starts to pulse within her. She’s barely sunk her self silly on his fat cock.

• ‘It’s ok, Obi. Just means you’re really excited for me.’ Hnngggg, that didn’t help and neither did the slow up and down motions or her hips rolling. Obito couldn’t decide if he was cumming — maybe dying? He was moaning sure, in her mouth and goddamn she was filthy in that moment. ‘Good boy…every drop.’

• No question about it, he was already finishing before the words left her lips to his in a searing kiss.

Shisui: On her stomach from behind.

• Brb. Internally and externally exploding at this idea. Shisui is so sweet, sensual with his partner(s). The king of making any woman wet his bed like a geyser.

• Definitely prefers eye contact positions — in his lap is a close second to finishing first. Where he can grip your hips and thighs, but if there is no time to spare. Oh, he knows his own defeat and how to unleash it.

• The second this woman is flat on her stomach, Shisui eagerly slips between her swollen folds. He’s got her legs shut and cages her entire body with his muscular frame. Having mercilessly devoured her like a five star Michelin three course meal prior, she’s beyond the realms of pleasure. This is the promise land.

• This Uchiha, too, transcends the first drag in and out of her warmth. So slick, cramped. A warm hug for his cock. Shisui would think it’s a game to hold it in, but that won’t be possible.

• As if the confines of her weeping cunt weren’t enough, it’s the sight that he dials in at and shamelessly data bases to his core memory. The image alone of watching his cock emerge just to disappear over and over again sends Shisui spiraling — whimpering usually.

• Shisui is a man of precision, ok? Not in this position though. He’ll get sloppy and plant an assortment of kisses and light nips to her back and shoulders just as he spurts the last remaining drops of Uchiha essence inside her.

• Lastly, when he slips out — still half cocked, Shisui doesn’t rock anything less than a semi. He will place his thumbs on either ass cheek, speading them open to see his cum leak out her gorgeous sanctuary he makes home to his seed.

Itachi: Front spooning her in the morning.

• Usually I write Itachi on the side of inexperienced and new. Not today; this man can be deplorable in bed and has some rather… nifty kinks. Though today we will focus on what makes Uchiha Itachi a ten second Tom.

• Also an Uchiha who adores eye contact. It’s a must. Every aspect of her body is unique and imprinted to his front temporal lobe. Some of it mundane, majority of it not.

• Itachi is an early bird (heh). So is she, and with that goes the saying — the early bird gets the worm. Or gives it. Seeing her in the throes of sleep, soft, serene and just down right beautiful. He’s down bad, rocking that good ole’ Hashirama hard as a rock morning wood. Itachi will think he’s going to make an everlasting memory, but the second his s/o opens her eyes he’s just so desperate.

• Yutakas are are simply one of the best articles of clothing. Comfortable, stylish and elegant — with a side of easy access. Itachi makes haste to disrobe them, while making to push her on her back…

• While his s/o all on board for being his pillow princess. This morning she hikes a leg over his hip and gives him a kiss so severely wanton, Itachi slips through drenched folds and gently rocks into her. Cradling her closer to his chest.

• More intimate than intimate, Itachi usually strides for ‘slow and steady’ for an everlasting experience. Today she’s insatiable. The whimper his name tumbles through subsequently has Itachi rutting harder and faster. Once those delicate muscles wrapped around his cock start sucking him in and swallowing him does he realize it’s only been about two minutes.

• Two minutes is not enough, but if she’s coming, so is he. An incredible group effort by them both. Itachi pants in her ear as their respective orgasms feed pleasure to one another.

[boba-beom]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ super shy | HUENINGKAI

pairing: kai x gn!reader

genre: fluff, little suggestive, humour | oneshot

warnings: pictures are black hair kai but I mention current kai (blond kai), established relationship, attempts of flirting, kai’s attempt at a pick-up line lmao, flustered kai, bickering (affectionately), kai and reader trying to out-flirt each other, pet names (my love, sweetheart, baby ect.), kisses, a lot of physical affection, the first and many ‘I love you’ 🤭

summary: going through the transition of being in love with your best friend to actually being an official item has been a huge learning curve for the both of you. it’s been 7 months since that day and you adore him so much that you so happen to slip up the ‘L’ word.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: an incredibly late fic for kai’s birthday <3 after the bulacan concert it made me so grateful to have known a precious soul like him :’) he’s so endearing I think I’m a closeted ningdungie 🥹 I have so much love for him :(( I hope you guys enjoy reading!!

the holding hands, lingering kisses and copious amounts of hugs have been the highlights of your relationship. however, the inside jokes, the deep talks and the genuine comfort you feel from each other is what made you two progress further to your full potential of being inseparable from one another.

“yn, what’re you doing today?” kai asks through the phone, his head tilting to a cute angle to which his unstyled, blond hair brushes over his eyes. his hair is getting so long now, you think to yourself.

“I’ve just been cleaning the flat, really. wanna come over? I miss you.” you say, folding one of your boyfriend’s hoodies that he left because of that one time you didn’t want him to leave, as per. his scent is still as strong from when he applied cologne on the neck of the clothing; hints of sweet fruits with a floral touch. he knew how much you loved it when you’d nuzzle into the crook of his neck while cuddling.

whenever your flatmate was away he’d offer to stay over until they came back, and recently he stayed for almost 3 weeks. you never want to waste a day when you’re together, and if you don’t have many plans you would go for a long walk, at least once a day, if not every other day.

“you miss me?” he giggles. he knows that even being together for three whole weeks isn't enough. “what do you want me to bring over?”

this was a habit of his. always having to bring something over at your place, whether it be his nintendo switch console which would lead to never-ending rounds of mario kart or food, but you only wanted one thing. you place down the folded hoodie and pull an exaggerated thinking face, arms crossed with your index finger to your chin.

“I think you should just bring yourself, I can never get enough of you.” you wink at him and watch his cheeks gradually ombre into pink hues from your statement.

“I’ll be there in fifteen!” he chimes, rushing to end the call and get ready. you giggle to yourself, he's so cute and it's just so endearing.

there have been times where you were indecisive about your relationship, but not because you didn’t know if you liked kai or not, but because if things don’t work out you just hoped that it wouldn’t be awkward. thankfully, the both of you had the same idea to confess to each other — thanks to taehyun and beomgyu’s hard work in trying to push you guys to do so. now, being in this situation you can finally say that you’re at a good place in life.

a specific knocking pattern on the door was something you’ve been anticipating since kai ended the call, knowing that he does his cute little rhythm. he told you before that he only has two knocking patterns; the standard five knocks in a row and his little pattern he has only for you.

as soon as you open the door you find him holding a bouquet of red tulips, his tall figure almost hovering above you as he has this boyish grin on his face.

“I got you these tulips, but I’m hoping our two lips can meet instead.” he presents the bouquet in one hand from behind his back. he opens his arms for you to jump up and wrap your arms over his shoulders while his wraps around your waist.

your foreheads lean against each other before you chuckle while maintaining eye contact, “baby, you’re so cute, you know.” you whisper before tilting your head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. his lips lingered a little longer, pecking your lips a couple more times before pulling away.

“I’ve missed you too.” he gives you a gentle forehead kiss before letting you get back onto your feet.

grabbing ahold of his hand you lead him into the living room where you expect him to get comfy, but as you go into the kitchen to grab him a glass of grape juice from the fridge he follows you, wanting to do it himself. you being stubborn, you do it before him and he admits defeat.

you can feel his body heat radiate behind you as you stand by the countertop and he gives you a long back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and feeling his soft exhales hitting the side of your neck.

“I could have done it myself. you know this is like my home too.” he tightens his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck until you feel the hairs standing.

“I know, but I wanna do it for you, baby.” his hold on you loosens, but he doesn’t let you go. just loose enough for you to turn around with his arms still around you until he decides to lean against the countertop, trapping you in the middle. you lean back a little to see his expression, he’s trying his best to not break into a grin as you watch the corners of his lips itching to turn upwards. the pink hues on the apples of his cheeks were still blooming.

“you drive me insane, yn.” he kisses your temple, before taking ahold of the glass of grape juice you had just poured out for him, watching him walk into the living room so nonchalantly and finding an anime movie to watch together.

you follow after him and sit close enough for your legs to hang over his lap. you love the physical affection. even as best friends back then, the both of you would always be mistaken as a couple from the way you two would have your hands lingering together with the urge to intertwine, linking arms, and even from sharing food or drinks.

kai was someone you were happy with your parents meeting. your dad had already started to treat him like his son-in-law after you heard that they would go out to eat together while you were at work.

it’s almost like he was an angel sent to you, with every one of your loved ones approving of him from the very beginning.

“oh, do I now?" you tease as you playfully stick out your tongue.

"oh always." he matches your sarcastic energy, and you both laugh together for a moment. his gesture was the opposite of his words.

he brings his gentle hand to cup your face with his thumb slowly rubbing your cheek back and forth. you swear you could feel your heart about to jump out of your chest, you were hoping if it did that kai would catch it regardless. the motion was so endearing that you hadn't realised that the both of you had been staring into each other's eyes. his eyes were so beautiful. holding all things lovely and genuine with a hint of playfulness as he scans your face, which was reciprocating the same.

you sigh into the warmth of his palm, "I love you, kai."

his thumb stops moving and his eyes widen ever so slightly, "yn, I-"

"oh my god, I didn't realise. it just... slipped." a bashful smile replaces the shocked expression you had for a fraction of a second.

"so, you don't love me?" kai raises a brow, putting his hand down back on his lap.

"no! oh god." panic courses through your veins as you find a way to save yourself in this situation. "of course I love you. I love you so much you don't understa—"

you didn't get to finish your sentence, yet kai has pressed his lips against yours. the familiar warmth igniting in your chest as he tilts his head and you following after. you've never kissed anyone like this before, the type that makes your chest heave from the lack of air. the type that makes your heart pound so much that it's all you hear in your ears. the type of kiss that feels just right, knowing you have found your person, and it's kai. it's always been kai.

pulling your lips away, he chases them once more for quick pecks as if you're his favourite baked good from the bakery. your foreheads rest against each others, watching his lips transition from a held back smile to a full grin and an airy giggle.

"don't be silly, my love." he starts. "of course I understand. and I love you so so much that words are not enough."

"do you think our two lips should meet again?" you rest your head on his shoulder, facing his neck. he shudders from your warm exhales against his skin.

"I know our two lips should meet again," he kisses your temple. "and again," then to your cheek. "and again." and a final kiss to your lips, reuniting them once more.

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[4ranghaes]

hi 🙋🏻👋👋 idk if your still taking song fic reqs but i really want one for woonhak 🙈🙈 you write so good with your fluffs (even angst 🤭) and i really like the idea of your song fics!! TAKE YOUR TIME AND 🫀 YOU

song fic!💋

now playing… new york kiss by spoon

kim woonhak x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

a/n - hiya anonie!!! always taking requests do not worry😁😁 thank you so much!!! also i have the flu rn so im sorry if this comes out a bit nonsensical😃

11:27 - “it’s new york!”

you laughed, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand as he ran through the crowd of people ahead of you, stopping and outstretching his arms, looking up to the sky.

“had you not realised the whole 13 hours we were on the plane?” you teased, catching up to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“but–but this is it, you know?!” he exclaimed, looking from the people to the billboards to the shops below. “i’ve been here before but this is us, in new york.”

“i know!” you smiled, letting woonhak’s arms wrap around you tightly as you turned around, both of you looking about time square with an amazed smile on your faces.

“you know,” woonhak hummed, burying his face in your neck, “there’s something i always wanted to do.”

“what’s that?” you asked, removing yourself from his grasp and taking his hand, continuing your journey forward.

“have you ever seen sleepless in seattle?” he asked, an excited twinkle in his eyes as he looked at you.

you shook your head. “you know seattle’s not new york, right?”

“ah shut up, you haven’t seen the movie,” woonhak scoffed, brushing off your comment as you laughed. “we just need to go to the empire state building, okay?”

“oh yeah, of course!” you gasped, “that’s one of the places i wanted to go.”

woonhak smiled, pulling out his phone and following the map the short walk to the empire state building.

“what’s the hurry?” you laughed, as woonhak, with your hand in his, began running towards the building.

“ugh, there’s such a long queue!” he whined, stamping his foot impatiently.

“woonhak-ah, it’s okay,” you smiled, stroking his cheek with your thumb, “we have a whole three days, okay?”

woonhak nodded slowly with a smile, “i just want to make sure this is the best trip ever. i want to make sure every time you think of new york, you think of me.”

“i think that’ll be pretty sure!” you exclaimed, “you brought me here, woon-ie! as a gift! no one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

he nodded sheepishly, his lips in a proud pout as he kicked his foot about on the patterned floor below him. the queue moved slowly for two hours, passing the time between you with shared stories, laughs and kisses, until finally you reached the ‘main deck’.

“shall we not just continue to the top one?” you hummed, as woonhak dragged you out the lift.

he shook his head definitively, “this is where it happens.”

“oh in sleepless in seattle?”

he nodded with a smile. as you walked out onto the deck you suddenly dropped his hand, gasping and running to the edge.

“it’s new york!”

woonhak laughed, chasing after you, “that’s what i said!”

“i can’t believe it,” you smiled, wrapping your arm around your boyfriend’s waist, looking out over the city as you leaned your head on his shoulder, “thank you for bringing me here.”

woonhak didn’t respond, bringing his hands to your face and cupping it in his palms. he leaned forward slowly, kissing you. it felt like the longest kiss in the world, you felt on top of the world. when you pulled away from each other, you were breathless, a smile painted over both your features.

“they meet here,” he pants, a sheepish smile on his face, “its the final scene of the movie, it’s really romantic.”

[astrae4]

♡ ENHYPEN WHEN THEY REVEAL YOUR RELATIONSHIP

PAIRING. idol!enhypen x idol!reader

GENRE. fluff, romance, humor

WARNING. mild swearing

NOTE. I wrote this while i was getting a massage. It was amazing. Also do u guys wanna read any reaction tropes ?? because i am starting to not know what to write next.

MORE WORKS. navigation | enha!masterlist

HEESEUNG | the wallpaper

Hee would be the type to accidentally show his phone screen in a wlive. (I’m sooo not used to typing wlive instead of vlive) like, he’d definitely just put his phone on the table of the live, explaining something to Engenes and all of a sudden, his mom texts him. Notification pops up, and Engenes would go feral because—low and behold, you’re his wallpaper. Except he ended the live before an Engene could point out his wallpaper, and he wouldn’t suspect a single thing; going to bed peacefully after. Only when he woke up to a million missed calls did he go; oh shit.

JONGSEONG | the accidental softlaunch

you guys would be going on a date. He takes pictures of you eating a bagel in a cafe because gosh! You’re so cute??? You upload the pictures of you eating this bagel, and your fans love it!! Wanting to share the moment with Engenes too, Jay decided to take a picture of the bagels and drinks you guys got. He tried to be careful, really! He got rid of your coffee from the view and made sure to only get pictures of his share of the food! If only he thought about the window reflection, showing your strawberry patterned skirt…

JAEYUN | the speaking before thinking

Gosh, this man… he’ll give you a headache for sure. Man exposed your relationship in a live. A LIVE. Literally no take backs. Engenes will just be like, “yo do you like mint choco ice cream jakeypoo” and he’ll be like “nah, but you know who does?” Both engenes AND him thought of Sunoo, but his mouth didn’t. “(Reader) 🤭” There’ll be a moment of silence all of a sudden, from both sides. He’ll try his best to deny allegations (man would he be fighting for his life..) but it’ll be too late by then.

SUNGHOON | the dispatch article

Yeah. Y’all weren’t slick. Went on a date with dyed hairs. Like?? Ya go out like that and expect to not get caught. (bfr) But yeah, Han river date. All was fun and cute until you hear a camera shutter. Both you and Hoon turn around slowly to the stalker. The three of you glance at each other, and all of a sudden you both chase after the stalker. It was terrifying from the stalker’s viewpoint, but it was already sent to the company by the time you and Hoon caught up with him, so too bad ig..

SUNOO | the one who couldn’t contain their expression

This is him, cop!! The delulu one! (Jk that’s us) He was literally in the airport, about to fly to Europe for some kcon event. Your group did the pictures before his, and a fan noticed you both kinda have similar outfits. (This is not coincidental, he actually made you both match clothes) Now, this fan is one of those shipper kinda fan… (like those Lisa and Jungkook ones 💀) and so they yelled out, “Sunoo, did you match with Yn today? That’s such a cute couple outfit!” And then he let out the most high-pitched, flustered giggle. Like deadass. It rang through the airport and his members gave him the stare.

JUNGWON | the actually planned one

Yeah. If it ain’t you who slipped the relationship, then it isn’t being slipped accidentally. Like—ever. This man is prepared to make you guys be undercover agents atp. He ain’t slippin’. But, he does get pouty behind cameras and a bit impatient that he can’t just hold your hand. So, after having the green flag from you and your company; he talked to his company about it! You won’t know how he convinced Hybe, (those boba eyes i swear.) but he did so before you knew it—Hybe released a statement!

NIKI | the one who did it because he felt challenged

One day, he texted you “what if i expose our relationship 😛” You thought it was one of those jokes again, yk? and so you said “all words no actions 🤥🤥” Why you challenged a kid who’s genuinely so competitive? Literally no thoughts in your brain when you said that to him. Next thing you know, you got an emergency call from your ceo. You know why? Because your boyfie decifed to post a tweet of you guys, with a caption saying “me n my adorable shmookerpump on a date 😋🩷 #NIKI #YN #NIKIYNBESTCOUPLEFR”

TAGLIST. @ja4hyvn @flwoie @sulkygyu @xiaoderrrr @ineedaherosavemeenow @lonewolfjinji @hyfenet

© astrae4 2023 | please don’t copy, translate, or plagiarize my works on all platforms!

[brighteststar707]

Parallels

You carry parts of past lives with you. You can't help it, you're made up of all the people you've loved before.

A reset theory idea I revived from a years-old draft about picking up traits from people you spend a lot of time around (as I'm quite prone to doing🤭).

There has always been this strange familiarity to you. Even back in the early days, it always felt like you were someone Saeyoung had known for years.

He likes to tease you about being easy to read, but it's more than that. The things he recognises in you are things he has grown to love so much in his closest friends.

He loves to tell silly jokes just to hear you laugh. When he promised you a life that would be happy and without worry, he meant it. Your laugh is infectious, addicting even. A laugh from you is an affirmation to someone as insecure as him.

It took him a while to catch on to the way your giggles resemble Yoosung's sometimes. It's not every time, but more than enough times to be a noticeable quirk of yours. The slight hiss of air escaping through your teeth, the precursor to a proper, real laugh.

That was the first parallel he drew. But it was not the last.

He thought he was imagining things at first, making connections where there weren't any to be made. But then you teasingly called him honey for the first time, truly affectionate and sugary-sweet and it was impossible to not think about how he had seen Zen do the same thing before to make fans of his blush. Of course, this trick worked just as well on him when you did it. When you were in these moods, you were magnetic, more so than even Zen could be.

There is something about how, during discussions, you pause to gather your thoughts right before you're about to conclude a point. You have told him you do it to try and collect your thoughts into a coherent sentence so you don't jumble everything up. He thinks it's smart (and cute). It's something he is trying to implement in his life now.

He also knows it's something Jumin practices and advises others to do too. On occasion, during RFA gatherings, Saeyoung watches you and Jumin have a conversation and fall into similar patterns of speech. It's mesmerising, like watching two mirror images.

It is only after a few years, after getting closer to Jaehee at all that realises there are similarities between the two of you too.

He sees a small echo of her in the way that you tackle challenges, not just the resilience he has always known you're capable of but the way you can dissect a problem down to its core and handle it piece by piece. In the tone and cadence you use when instructing others, kind but deliberate, with no room for doubt.

But she's also in your excitement, in the way your voice builds up and rises in pitch when you're talking about something you love. If it wasn't something he recognised from your first weeks together, he'd attribute it to your many musical movie nights.

It wouldn't be fair to say that these traits are identical to theirs. They're things that are so inherent to you, he couldn't imagine you without your funny hiss-laugh or the cadence of your voice when you're measuring out your words. He finds comfort all the same in the little overlap between you and his friends. It may puzzle him sometimes, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

The cherry on the cake was one day when you were chatting and you scrunched your nose before telling a joke, in the same way he knows he does sometimes. His heart swelled three sizes that day and he wouldn't stop teasing you about it.

[banananami]

Couple Costumes with JJK Men!

A/N: October is here so here is a halloween related thread! I couldn’t find a photo for the second costume I chose for Megumi and Gojo but just imagine there is one! Plus, apologies in advance for these photos - I couldn’t find any photos that reflected the vision in my head (who knew it would be hard to find simple halloween related photos!)

GOJO

Trying to figure out Gojo was so hard, but honestly all i can guarantee is that he’d want you to look sexy as FUCK.

He’d probably do the Ken and Barbie couples costume. Little did he know that he’d get so turned on by you in a pink cowboy outfit. BUT then he would remember the plot to the Barbie movie and ask questions like if it’s feminist to say you look sexy in the barbie costume 😭😭.

If it was a halloween party with the first and second years, then I feel like he’d dress up as a mummy. He typically wraps his eyes up so it’s an easy costume idea! You’d put on a cute archaeologist/Indiana Jones-esque outfit on! The kids thank you for wrapping up Gojo’s mouth with a bandage so they don’t have to hear him make corny jokes about their costumes 😭

GETO

I was originally going to suggest Geto and you dressing up as a priest and a nun, but I feel as though that might be offensive!

SO, you guys dress as Grimm and Malaria (Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)! It’s a cartoon show you both loved watching during your times at school (Shoko loved it too but she couldn’t handle you two flirting whilst the three of you would watch it on TV).

If not Billy and Mandy, then I could imagine a Batman and Catwoman costume (Rob Pat and Zoe Kravitz version). Simple, cheap, and effective! Plus, Geto in eye makeup??? Yes please!!

NANAMI

I think it would be difficult to persuade Nanami to wear a costume but if he did, it would be most likely something simple like Morticia and Gomez from the Addams Family!!

All he has to do is slick his hair down, wear a suit and a fake stache! Plus, he loves you just as much as Gomez loves Morticia so!!!

BUT if you can somehow really convince him then there’s also the option of dressing like Woody and Jessie from Toy Story.

The funky patterns of the Cowboy Costume reminds him of his funky tie so why wouldn’t he!! Plus, Nanami in a cowboy hat would be so cute (I need an artist to draw Nanami in a Woody costume ASAP!!)

MEGUMI

Similar to Nanami, I think it would be difficult to convince Megumi to do something eccentric as a halloween costume.

He’d do something low maintenance with you like being skeletons together!!

Unless you trick him and paint cat whiskers on his face instead 🤭 Megumi as a lil black cat 🐈‍⬛ is so cute to me !!

He’d be slightly annoyed at first but the look on your face over him being a silly little kitten makes it worthwhile! The meowification of Megumi Fushiguro!

YUUJI

I just know this boy loves Halloween!!! If he loves horror films then best believe he loves Halloween, okay!

That being said, I don’t think he’s super creative at designing costumes. The most creative he’d be is cutting two holes in your white bed sheets and throwing it over you! You might even pop some shades on Yuuji to make him look cooler 😎.

HOWEVER, if Yuuji is willing to splash some money on clothes and makeup, then best believe he’d dress up as Beast boy!! You’re obviously Raven ofc. Would definitely win best couple costume!

[cenestpasaudrey]

So I've read three of Ali Hazelwood's novels and realized that there's a pattern in how she wrote the leading man in her stories:

Wears Henley shirts

Acts like an ass but there's a "perfectly reasonable” excuse

Has a huge house/loft/bachelor pad for himself

Family's pretty much non-existent

Has huge hands that are always ready to catch the female lead

Well-built frame and abs that reveal themselves during sexy time

Has a big thing but advises that the female lead can "take it"

Same lines during cheesy and spicy chapters (and techniques 😳)

Willing to give anything (everything he has, celestial bodies, whatever she wants...)

I can practically make a bingo card but then again, no matter how familiar and predictable reading these novels were, they were a nice break to all the sad ones I've read recently.

P.S. Is this possibly a type? 🤭

[charmedreincarnation]

How to use water to manifest 🌊💧🐟🚿!!!

It has been said that water has the power to manifest the energy of your intentions. As it is the essence of life, the energy of water is said to be a strong catalyst for manifesting the desired outcome you wish to experience.

Firstly, let’s discuss the main concepts behind manifesting using water. Water has the capacity to amplify any thought or intention, as it naturally stores and amplifies energy. It is believed that every thought and emotional state you put out will be taken up by the molecules of water and delivered through to the universe. Therefore, if you want to manifest something, you need to direct your thoughts and emotions towards the desired outcome in order for this energy to be reflected in the water.

So, how do you actually use water to manifest something? There are many different methods you can use. One method is putting intention into a glass of water and drinking it. Visualize your glass of water as a vessel of your intentions, and hold it while repeating affirmations that support your desired outcome. You may also choose to add items such as symbols, stones or colors to further amplify your intention.

Another popular method is writing your intentions down on a piece of paper or in a journal and storing it in a glass jar filled with water. You can also take this further by adding symbols, stones or colors to further amplify the desired result.

another option is to set up an intention altar with water. You can use an open container such as a bowl or cup filled with water and display any objects that represent your intention. Once you have done this, focus on your intention for five minutes each day and do this for at least three weeks for maximum effect.

I’ve also turned my shower time into basically a manifesting chamber. It’s the most relaxing part of my day, and I don’t do much, aside from play theta waves and affirm and carry on with my routine…but I always leave feeling revived and I think it’s like I said before, because water has amplified characteristic

My Water wish method (as far as I know )✨✨✨

Water has been used for centuries to make and manifest wishes. Whether it is pouring water into a river for good luck or floating away a wish on a reed, people all over the world have used water for its powerful magical abilities.

First, choose a container of water that you can find around your house such as a cup, bowl or glass. Fill the container with enough water that you feel comfortable working with, knowing that your wish can go out into the universe.

Next, visualize your wish. Spend time envisioning exactly what it is that you want to manifest. Picture how your life will look and feel once your wish has been granted. Think of how you'll feel when the wish has come true.

Once you've connected with the feelings of the wish, bring it into the container of water by reciting your wish aloud or inside your head. Really connect with the feelings of your wish being granted as you speak it.

Finally, use your hands or any tools that you'd like to, to interact with the water in some way such as stirring or stirring with a spoon, sprinkling it up and down, or drawing patterns in the water with your finger. This helps to activate the energy of your wish and send it out into the universe.

Then of course I was scrolling through YouTube and I saw this subliminal from one of my fav sub makers regarding water out of no where. I haven’t used it because I just randomly just found it but I’ll take it as a sign to share it with you guys 🤭🤭

I also saw this post randomly on my Instagram by another dope sub maker, and it looks like a dope water challenge for anyone who wants to try :)! I believe she’s on tumblr @kikispiritualservices so full credits to them!!!

Regardless in general I’ve always been fascinated with the concept of water having essentially 0 properties but having only positive benefits. Even though it is a natural element that can provide many health benefits. Studies have suggested that drinking plenty of water can help boost brain performance, increase energy levels, flush out toxins, and increase overall well-being. Water is also believed to be a powerful tool in healing, particularly when combined with other elements.

Even better,Water has the ability to act as a conduit for healing energy. This can include connecting with the energy of the Universe, communicating with plants and animals, and even stimulating healing energy within yourself. By creating an environment of love and acceptance around you, you can allow the healing energy of water to flow freely. So though I think it’s a limiting belief to think you have to drink a lot of water to receive positive benefits from subliminals and other things in the community, it certainly wouldn’t hurt to utilize and drink it more 💗

[xwingsandohs]

did anyone say good omens fanfic x cupid!reader ?!?!?

good evening tumblr. i have many thoughts for the ineffable fandom. can’t get out of my head a cupid!reader that crowley hangs out with now that azi is gone?!?? broken heart crowley?!?! crowley x reader smut ?!? gender neutral reader?!?!? gender bending crowley?!?!? sex shop running cupid ?!?!?!??! 🫣🤔🤭🪽

I wrote a drabble. Please send thoughts. May write a fic 🫣 XOXO, xwingsandohs.

Angels and demons have always been assigned their roles on earth to protect peace and create chaos, but it’s in the 15th century (or so) that the Almighty notices that humans have evolved themselves beyond simple procreation. And so God creates the Cupids, not necessarily a legion of angels and definitely not demonic, but a collection of holy beings powered by Earthly love to bring happiness and prosperity to humanity in new ways.

Where Aziraphale was defined by white hair and golden clothes, Crowley recognised by fiery red locks and sleek suits; this particular Cupid is defined by a rainbow of colours, patterns and flowers for every occasion.

It’s been three months since Aziraphale left for Heaven’s gates, or escalators to be more accurate, and your attempts to foster and create love in London has suffered thanks to a certain lonely demon moping around. Crowley can’t admit he just needs the company.

“Coffee?” You ask, Crowley hums positively. “What would you like?”

“Something strong.” He’s sitting on a lovely green couch in the back room of your shop, sprawled in all his comfort. It’s decorated with a variety of silly cushions, one particular eye-catching one being bright blue with orange tassels.

The room is littered with beige boxes of spare stock and new deliveries, but you still keep it looking bright with a mis-matched collection of hanging prints and printed wallpaper. You keep it on theme with what you stock.

“I know that, silly.” You shake your head and smile as always, you both do this routine most mornings. The coffee bean grinder grunts loudly and you pick out two big mugs from the cupboard. “What shall I try draw in your coffee with the milk? You know I’ve been practising.”

You have been practising. Despite coffee not being the main draw of your high street shop, you have a vision of giving out free drinks to customers if you can master the art of the latte. You’re getting better, actually.

“A leaf.” Your friend responds, standing up and heading towards you.

“You say that every time!”

Crowley picks up the yellow striped mug you’d taken out for his drink.

“I like the leaf.”

He’s nonchalant. He puts the mug back and looks around for the one he wants.

“But it’s easy and I’d like a challenge. Something silly.”

You grin up at him with a little humour, and he looks back to you with a raised brow.

He can’t find the mug.

You look up and find the mug immediately. It’s completely plain and black, with a slightly lighter shade of grey on the inside. He bought it and gave it to you especially for his drinks. You always fight back.

“Fine.” Crowley says with exasperation. “How about….” He looks around for inspiration in your decor, finding little that he wishes to ask for. “A tree?”

“Oh, I know!” You almost cut him off, exclaiming. He doesn’t know why you bother asking, again, this is your routine. His eyes roll and you can sense it without even seeing. “I’ve just remembered something I saw online the other day and I’d like to try it out.”

“Sure.” He rubs across his face with his hands then spins on the spot to head back to a seat on the couch. The milk steamer screeches and he considers it his cue.

“Could you do me a quick favour before I unlock the doors?” He stops, seconds away from reclaiming comfort on the velvet. He’s not your assistant, but you tend to always ask for these little things.

“I know you’re not my assistant, but there’s a pile of online orders printed out that I need to put together. Could you grab that pile from upstairs for me? It’s next to the-“

“The computer.” He finishes. Routinely.

You finish the coffee.

By the time he’s brought down the pile of paper and placed it where you like it behind the till incase of a quiet moment, you’re skipping over to unlock the door and flip the sign to ‘Open!’ Before it hits 9:01.

Then you rush back to grab the two mugs.

Crowley looks around at the shelves and pegs that hold the stock and shakes his head at everything he sees, humans and their rubbish. He does however appreciate the collection of green plants that have found a place amongst the shelves since he’d been spending lots of time here. They perhaps even look happier than his own, or maybe the colourful shelves really bring out their green.

“I wonder what lovely people will walk through our doors today?” You say with a smile, taking your first sip of coffee and smearing the pattern. Your hand holds out the other cup to Crowley.

He shrugs, takes the coffee from your hand and looks down at the pattern. “It’s a…”

“-A seahorse!” He wouldn’t have guessed it really, but when you point it out he notices. It’s definitely an animal of some sort.

“I like it.” He doesn’t really care for it, but you seem to like the labour, he understands that care. “Although it’s a little…”

He’s not going to say the word.

You’re still grinning, you know the word.

“A little…?” You ask.

“You know, it’s…” He doesn’t say.

“Phallic?” You say it. He doesn’t look away from the coffee.

“Phallic.” He confirms with an unsurprising demeanour .

“I know!” You giggle, he shakes his head.

“You really do take this all very seriously, don’t you?” Crowley chuffs as he leans back against the counter and takes his first sip.

“You could say it’s all about passion in this business.”

Well…. What else would a Cupid sell? The bell above the door rings.

“Good morning.” You call to the first two customers that come through the door. They respond politely back. “Welcome to Sugar ‘n’ Spice, let us know if we can help with anything.”

“Actually, we were looking for some bondage gear?” The lady says as her partner shrinks slightly behind her.

“Of course! Let me introduce you to our selection and then I’ll leave you to shop on your own.”

[bunny584]

Director's Cut-Slumber Party questions for H&H:

Who sleeps where when our girl is at the penthouse? Is she there almost all the time between the love confession night and The Company Holiday Party Turmoil? My headcannon is that they rotate around to the three bedrooms depending on the mood. But that our girl would absolutely still want her own quiet space/room occasionally that they begrudgingly accept.

Have the boys ever fallen this deeply for anyone? Suguru mentions that he's been in love before, and early it's stated that they rarely share the same interest in a conquest, so have the sun/moon/stars aligned prior to this story? If so, what happened?

AHHH YES!!! I love a little slumber party gossip. Just so everyone is clear I fully encourage Director ‘s Cut Questions.

Everyone on my bed, let’s talk about it 🤭🙂‍↔️

1. Sleeping arrangements: there are patterns. If she wants to guarantee ending up with or being woken up to someone’s fingers/tongue/d*ck then she sleeps in Satoru’s room. Suguru’s room is the aftercare/sleep ONLY haven. She will sleep in her room if she’s studying late/wants to get up early. The boys hate it. Like the first time she did it was nuclear warfare. They paced outside her room like dogs. Apologizing about nothing until she came out of the room like??? Hello???

Suguru will stay up with her, just to convince her to come to bed with him. Satoru sleeps on the couch while he waits. And if she insists on her room, Satoru pouts about it and barges in the next morning as SOON as she stirs even a little. Suguru barges in under the guise of bringing her coffee or tea.

2. Living arrangements: she’s been with the boys since the night Satoru brought her home after being an asshole in the limo. (Went home only because of the trip to Italy). A little yandere of them but they never let her go back to her place alone. Even though the boys replace the flowers on her counter every 4-5 days one of them always chaperones her short trips back to the apartment. Suguru is the worst offender. If she starts to get too comfy on the couch or in her room, he’ll start fucking her or eating her out or basically stirring her brain stupid. “Let’s go home little one.” “I want to take you in your shower at home, baby.” “I can bring you back later.”

3. Exes: Everyone knows Suguru is our resident LoverBoy™️ he has been in love one other time. Not nearly to this extent and definitely not understanding where Satoru came into play in his heart. Satoru hated the girl he was with. Suguru eventually cut it off, because it was the first time he was SO out of step with his counterpart. Didn’t think it was worth it. Now we know those feels might’ve run a little deeper between the boys.

Satoru has never been in love until our girl. When she asked him the question he froze because…language comprehension lol. He didn’t know whether to say yes, because her, but he knew he couldn’t tell her yet. Or say no, but that felt like a lie since he’s actively in love 😂 — blue eyed pretty little idiot.

This was SO fun to write. Love you Jen 🩵

[meadow-hearthfire]

Meet Jake, another Funk-Rock Troll inspired by @zivazivc's OC Flea.

Jake is Reuben's older brother. He's the leader, manager and bassist of Stardust Dice. He's a rocker and a rapper because, like I said in my Tyrese post, I refuse to believe Prince D is the first Hip-Hop/Rapper of his tribe!

When Stardust Dice was just a ragtag group of kids, Jake would try to keep his brother and the twins Beck and Biff out of trouble and keep them from going too far in their mischief, and was often pushy about it. However, he was never above things like pulling a chocolate pudding heist (that Floyd may or may not have been roped into 🤭) with the group at their local school at night on a weekend.

Jake's bossiness carried into Stardust Dice's activities when they became a band, but he would ease up thanks to Floyd's intervention.

Side note: Jake is Floyd's age while the rest of Stardust Dice is three years younger.

[TW: drug use, drug addiction, alcoholism]

Jake is a chill dude when he's not under stress nor pissed off while under the influence of alcohol.

Jake started smoking when he was 18 (his two moms and dad wouldn't let him and Reuben smoke or drink until they reached that age). It helps calm the nerves and relieve stress from managing the band, keeping his bandmates outta trouble, or being in crowded areas for too long (when he's not high or drunk). That habit would come back to bite him in the ass in the form of headaches, coughing fits, breathing problems, and addiction.

As time went on, Jake's role as the wrangler and his bandmates' as the ones needing to be kept out of trouble would be reversed as he got deeper into drugs.

As indicated by Jake's tail, his dreadlocks aren't natural. Here's what it looked like when he was a kid before he had it done.

Here's what Jake's fur pattern looks like without the fuzz effects:

Jake is also inspired by D Smoke during his part in Rare Americans' "Rythm Kitchen". Which reminds me, Jake can cook a mean dish, but he can be a bitch in the kitchen when it comes to sanitation and making sure the food isn't ruined. In fact, he keeps the hair band on his wrist (plus a few spares in his mane) so he would tie his hair up at any moment when he's about to cook or clean.

Fun fact: When Jake was a kid, he had a squeaky voice which would later shift to a baritone as he went through puberty.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

@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

[lifeofpriya]

Game of Darts - Jack Draper

[gif credit goes to @pyotrkochetkov]

a/n: @pyotrkochetkov and i were chatting like we usually do everyday and she brought up a fic concept about playing a game of darts with Jack, and the rest was history 🤭🫡

summary: jack can never say no to a game of darts...

"Are you sure your friends won't mind me tagging along?" you ask, looking at Jack with a mix of excitement and apprehension. His eyes crinkle at the corners, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Of course not," Jack replies, clapping you on the back. "You're one of us now."

The pub is a cozy, dimly-lit affair, the kind where the air is thick with the scent of spilled beer and good-natured banter. The walls are plastered with memorabilia, a pattern of faded newspaper clippings and dusty trophies that tell tales of local victories and forgotten dreams. The murmur of chatter and clinking glasses is punctuated by the occasional roar of laughter, and in the corner, a dartboard calls to Jack like a siren's song.

Jack, with his lean, athletic build and a mop of dark brown hair that never seems to stay put, strides over to the dartboard with the confidence of a man who has spent countless hours perfecting his aim. The wooden floorboards creak beneath his feet, and the worn leather of his shoes whispers a story of many matches won and lost. His eyes light up with anticipation as he selects a set of darts, their pointed tips gleaming under the warm glow of the pendant lights.

You watch him, admiring the ease with which he handles the darts, his strong fingers curling around the shafts with the familiarity of a much-loved instrument. He notices your gaze and holds one out to you, the metal cool and smooth against your skin. "Here, you go first," he says, his accent a gentle lilt that makes everything sound like a question.

You take the dart with a mix of excitement and nerves. You've never played darts before, but Jack seems to have faith in you. The weight is surprisingly comforting in your hand, a reassurance that you can do this. The bar is noisy, but in this moment, it's just you and Jack, the dartboard, and the promise of a new experience.

"Alright, so hold it like this," Jack says, his voice clear and patient as he demonstrates the grip. "Three fingers, like so." His hand covers yours, guiding your fingers into place. His touch is warm, the roughness of his calloused thumb brushing against your skin as he adjusts your aim. "Now, just look at the board, pick your spot, and throw."

You do as he instructs, focusing on the red bullseye that seems to pulse with every heartbeat. The room falls away, leaving only the sound of your breath and the faint whisper of Jack's encouragement. The dart feels like an extension of your arm, and as you let it fly, time seems to slow. It arcs gracefully through the air, the tail end fluttering like a feather in the breeze.

"Good throw," Jack says, his voice a soft rumble of approval as the dart sticks into the board, a few rings away from the bullseye. "Keep that elbow up, and follow through."

You nod, eager to improve. You, with your curiosity piqued, mimic Jack's stance. The darts feel heavier than you expected, a surprising weight that you hadn't noticed before. You take a deep breath, trying to still the tremor in your hand.

"Steady," Jack murmurs, his gaze intent on yours. "You've got this."

You nod, feeling a rush of determination. You throw the second dart, and it lands closer to the bullseye this time, the thunk echoing through the pub. The crowd around the dartboard, mostly Jack's friends, cheer and clap, making you feel like you've just scored a winning point at Wimbledon. The third dart, though, is the trickiest. You take a step back, eyeing the board as if it holds all the secrets of the universe.

"Just relax," Jack whispers, his breath tickling your ear. His hand rests lightly on your shoulder, a gentle reminder of his support.

You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding and throw the third dart. It sails through the air, straight and true, and lands smack in the center of the bullseye. The crowd erupts into cheers, and even Jack's eyes widen in surprise.

"Bloody 'ell!" one of his friends shouts, slapping the wooden countertop. "Look at that, Jack! You've got yourself a natural!"

Jack's smile is a beacon in the dim pub light, pride shimmering in his eyes as he pulls you into a side hug. "Told ya," he says, his cheek pressing against your temple briefly. "You're a quick learner."

The crowd around the dartboard parts to let you through, and you can feel the warmth of their eyes on you, a mix of admiration and curiosity. You blush under their gaze, but Jack's hand, resting casually on the small of your back, is a grounding force. He orders drinks, the ease of his movements and the way he interacts with the bartender telling you that this is his second home. The clinking of glasses and the murmur of congratulations are a symphony of welcome.

You took a sip of water, watching as Jack's friends gathered around, curious about your sudden dart prowess. The cool liquid washed down your dry throat, calming the nerves that had been dancing there. Jack's arm was still around your shoulders, and you leaned into his side, feeling a sense of belonging that was as surprising as your newfound skill.

"Alright, let's see if you can do it again," Jack said, his voice filled with playful challenge. You nodded, eager to prove that your first throw wasn't just a fluke. The darts felt more natural in your hand now, a tool you could wield with grace and precision. You stepped up to the line, the chalky residue from previous players' feet a ghostly outline beneath your sneakers.

Jack's friends chatted and joked around the table, their laughter bouncing off the low ceilings. The atmosphere was electric, a potent mix of camaraderie and competition. You took a deep breath, focusing on the bullseye, a tiny red target amidst the sea of green and yellow. The dart felt like a part of you, an extension of your will.

You throw again. It hits the board, not the bullseye, but close enough to score a solid number. The group cheered, and Jack's arm tightened around you for a brief second before releasing. His eyes sparkled with pride, the kind that made you feel seen and appreciated.

The night weaves on, a tapestry of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional dart landing with a satisfying thunk. You learn the lingo—double-twenties, treble-twenties, and that elusive outer bull that's worth fifty points. Jack's friends, a motley crew of locals, share stories of their own dartboard triumphs and disasters. You listen, your cheeks flushed from the excitement and the warmth of the room, feeling a kinship with these people who, only hours ago, were strangers.

Jack's hand occasionally finds yours, squeezing it reassuringly when your throws go awry, and you realize that this isn't just about the game. It's about the connection, the shared moments, and the joy of learning something new together. Each dart thrown is a declaration of trust in each other's company.

As the night deepens, the pub's lights seem to grow softer, the shadows stretching out like lazy cats seeking warmth. The air is a blend of laughter and the faint scent of the rain outside. You're not sure if it's the beer or the thrill of the game, but your cheeks feel flushed and your heart races every time Jack's hand brushes against yours. His eyes, an intoxicating shade of hazel, hold yours as you throw again. This time, the dart sails past the triple-twenty, thwacking into the single-four, a look of mock horror crossing his face.

"Oh no," he says, his voice rich with amusement. "What a tragedy."

You laugh, the sound a little too loud in the suddenly quiet pub. The tension in your shoulders eases as you realize everyone's just having fun. You lean into Jack's side, feeling his chuckle rumble through his chest. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and you're surprised by how comforting it feels.

"Don't worry," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "I'll teach you all the tricks."

Jack's grip is firm but gentle, his hand guiding yours to adjust the angle of the dart. You follow his instructions, your breath hitching slightly as your body molds to his. The air between you crackles with energy, the kind that makes you feel alive. You throw again, and this time, the dart slices through the air, finding its mark in the treble-twenty. The cheers from the crowd are like music to your ears, a sweet symphony of victory.

"Better," Jack says, his smile wide and proud. His eyes crinkle with mirth as he ruffles your hair, a gesture that feels more intimate than it should. "You're a fast learner."

You blush under his praise, your heart fluttering in your chest. The pub's warmth isn't just from the bodies and the laughter anymore; it's from the heat that seems to be radiating between the two of you. You swipe at the loose strand of hair that's fallen over your eyes, a gesture that feels surprisingly shy.

Jack notices, his smile softening. He leans in, his hand moving from your shoulder to tuck the hair behind your ear. The touch is feather-light, but it sends a jolt through your body, making you shiver. "You're doing great," he says, his voice a low murmur that feels like a secret just for you.

The next few rounds are a blur of laughter, cheers, and the occasional groan as a dart misses its mark. Yet, with each throw, you feel your confidence growing, bolstered by Jack's encouragement and the camaraderie of the group. The game becomes less about winning and more about the joy of trying, of being part of something.

Jack's friends, once a sea of unfamiliar faces, now feel like old companions. They tease you good-naturedly, offering tips and praise in equal measure. The bartender, a burly man with a beard as thick as a fur coat, winks as he refills your drink, a silent acknowledgment of your place in Jack's life.

As the evening wears on, the conversations become more personal, the jokes more intimate. You find yourself sharing stories from your childhood, the words spilling out like they've been waiting to find an audience that truly cares. Jack's hand is a constant presence, resting on your shoulder, playing with your hair, holding your hand when you lean in to whisper something only he can hear.

One of his friends, a lanky man with a mischievous grin, tells a story that has everyone in stitches, except for Jack, who's too busy watching you. His eyes are soft, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he takes in every giggle, every flash of your teeth. His gaze is a warm embrace, making you feel seen in a way you haven't felt in a long time.

The game of darts turns into a lesson in teamwork and trust. Jack's hand rests on the small of your back as he guides you to the perfect spot to throw, his body a wall of warmth against yours. You lean into him, feeling the strength of his arms as he corrals you into place, his voice a gentle hum of instruction. Each dart thrown is a step closer to understanding this strange dance of precision and power, but it's the moments between throws that truly matter.

Jack's friends, now your friends too, share stories of their own dating misadventures, their laughter as contagious as the warmth of the pub. You find yourself opening up, sharing tales of your past that feel lighter somehow in this new context, as if the weight of your worries has been transferred to the darts in your hand. The air is thick with the scent of camaraderie and the sweetness of shared confessions.

"Alright, last round," Jack announces, his voice a warm rumble in the cozy space. You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and reluctance. This night has been a whirlwind of emotions and new experiences, and you're not quite ready for it to end.

You both line up, darts in hand, the air crackling with the anticipation of the final throw. You look at Jack, his eyes shining with the same excitement you feel. The connection between you is palpable, a silent promise of more to come.

You throw first, the dart spinning through the air with the grace of a ballet dancer. It lands in the treble-twenty, a feat that earns you a round of applause and a proud nod from Jack. He steps up to the line, his focus intense. His throw is swift and sure, the dart embedding itself in the board with a satisfying thunk. The room falls quiet, the only sound the steady beat of the rain outside.

Jack's turn comes around again, and he throws a perfect shot, the dart landing in the double-twenty. His grin is wide, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Your turn," he says, nudging you gently.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, the anticipation of the crowd, and the warmth of Jack's hand on your lower back. The dart feels alive in your hand, the room a blur of faces and sounds. You focus on the board, the numbers a dance of possibilities. You let go, the dart spinning in the air, a silent prayer to the gods of pub games.

It hits the board with a thwack, landing just outside the double-twenty. The room erupts in a mix of groans and laughter, Jack's friends clapping you on the back, Jack's eyes crinkling with delight. You can't help but laugh at yourself, the tension in your shoulders easing.

"Close," Jack says, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair again. "So close."

You laugh, feeling the warmth of his touch linger even after he's pulled away. His friends are already setting up for the next round, the darts flying through the air like miniature missiles of fun. The pub's atmosphere is thick with cheer, the kind that comes from a shared experience of victory and defeat. You lean against the sticky bar, watching Jack as he lines up his next shot. His focus is unwavering, his body a study in concentration.

As he throws, you find yourself not just watching the dart but watching him, the way his muscles flex, the intensity in his eyes, the way his mouth quirks up into a smile when he nails the shot. You realize, with a start, that you're not just here for the game anymore. You're here for him.

Jack turns to you, catching your gaze. His smile turns knowing, and he winks before stepping back to let you take your turn. Your cheeks heat up, and you hope the dim lighting hides your blush. You step up to the line, your heart racing like you're about to serve an ace at the US Open. The darts feel heavier in your hand, the room quieter than a library at midnight.

You throw, and time seems to stand still. The dart slices through the air, a silent testament to your newfound skill. It lands in the treble-twenty, the sound echoing through the pub. The crowd erupts in cheers, and Jack's arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into a quick, exuberant hug. His laughter is infectious, and you can't help but grin as his friends slap you on the back, praising your throw.

The night stretches on, a tapestry of laughter, shared stories, and the rhythmic thud of darts hitting the board. You learn the nuances of Jack's friends, their quirks and their histories. They accept you with open arms, teasing you just enough to make you feel like one of them. The unspoken bond between you and Jack grows stronger with each passing moment, a silent conversation that needs no words.

As the crowd thins and the pub's lights flicker in the early hours, Jack leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your cheek. "Wanna call it a night?" His voice is a gentle nudge, a question that holds the promise of more.

You nod, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of leaving this cocoon of warmth and camaraderie. The cool air outside hits you like a slap in the face, sobering you up from the haze of the pub's warmth. Jack's hand finds yours, weaving your fingers together as you walk down the cobblestone street, the rain a gentle lullaby under the glow of the street lamps.

The silence between you is comfortable, a blanket of understanding that wraps around you both. The occasional puddle splashes under your feet, but you don't mind. You're too busy watching Jack, the way his hair sticks to his forehead in the dampness, the way his eyes light up when he looks at you.

"Thank you for bringing me here," you say finally, your voice a soft echo in the quiet night.

Jack squeezes your hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on your skin. "You're welcome. I wanted you to see this side of me, you know, the one that's not all about tennis."

You smile, feeling your heart swell. "I like this side of you," you reply. "It's… real. It's nice to see you relaxed and having fun."

Jack squeezes your hand a little tighter. "Yeah?" He looks down at you, his eyes searching yours. "I like being with you, too. You make everything feel… more."

You blush, ducking your head slightly. "I do?"

Jack nods, his smile gentle. "You do."

You walk in quiet companionship, the sound of your footsteps syncing with the steady beat of your heart. The rain has slowed to a drizzle, leaving the air fresh and clean. The streetlamps cast a soft glow over the damp cobblestone, painting everything in shades of gold and shadow.

Jack's hand is warm in yours, the calluses on his fingers a testament to the hours he's spent on the tennis court. Yet here, in the dim light of the pub, those same hands had been gentle, guiding yours to the perfect grip, the perfect throw.

[0cta9on]

Hello friend, I loved your kiss of Life headcanons, your writing is always so great 🤭

This time I would like to switch a bit: it's fluff time!

So, pick three idols you would like to give the warmest hug and the three that you would like to receive the hug from🫂

Have a cute Chaeyoung 🥰

Zazá

Hello Zazá! thanks for the kind words and I'm glad you liked the KIOF headcanons! is that fromis_9 Chaeyoung? she's very cute :3

3 idols I would like to give a warm hug:

Kim Minji

God, she's so cute and pretty and beauitful and charming and I love her and her laugh is cute and I just feel so many fluffy thoughts for her and I like her fashion taste and the random little noises she makes and her lips are so pretty and a hug from her would make all my worries go away and her hair is pretty and- *a puff of smoke appears. I disappear under mysterious circumstances.*

Chuu

She has such an infectious energy, I feel like I could never be unhappy when I'm hugging her. She's also a lot shorter than I am, so I can give little head kisses :3

Umji

As a longtime Buddy, I know all about the struggle that Umji went through especially in the early days of Gfriend, so I would like to give her a hug and tell her just how amazing she is and how many people love her just for being her :)

3 idols that I would like to receive a hug from:

Eunha

I imagine a hug from her would be so warm and loving, and the thought of her resting her head on my chest while she hugs me makes my heart flutter like a mf :>

Lee Chaeryeong

I'm starting a notice a pattern of me wanting to hug/be hugged by bright and bubbly girls... anyways, i feel like a hug from her would include a lot of jumping and excitement, she could recharge your batteries instantly :))

Lily

Lily seems so kind and if you're having a bad day, she'll hold you and tell you that everything's gonna be okay. Getting a hug from her would be like meeting a friend you haven't seen in a long time :)