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littlemissmentallyunstable · 2 months ago

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@lyra-kane

HAPPY BIRTHDAAYYYY TO MY BEAUTIFUL MOON!! THIS IS AN EXTREMELY OVERDUE BIRTHDAY PRESENT THOUGH I HOPE YOU’LL ENJOY IT JUST AS MUCH (i am deeply sorry for the long wait, it’s been well over a month and I appreciate your kindness and patience so much <333) 🩷💘💖🥰😘😍💋 I HOPE THIS BRIGHTENS YOUR DAY AND PUTS A SMILE ON YOUR FACE

YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND MORE 💖💖 I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A LOVELY AMAZINGGG BEAUTIFUL MOOT MWAH MWAH💋💋

title: moon’s birthday

pairing: moon x grayson hawthorne

Moon rolled over, face planting a giant pink plushie, how it had managed to get back on the bed she didn’t know. She could’ve sworn she threw it off last night whilst trying to get comfortable. She rubbed her eyes, grinning silently, at the snoring culprit who had most likely reinstated the teddy back onto the bed. Gigi Grayson slept as sound as a still as anything, as if she was completely paralysed.

Her hair fell in uneven waves all over her face, her limbs were sprawled out every which way and the sheets were all tangled over her. Moon’s smile widened, her best friend was adorable. She rubbed her eyes and let them adjust to the light spilling in from the window, as she the sleepover hangover hit her. Going to sleep late, laughing until your ribs burnt and lots of snacks was not a good morning combo but worth it for the fun, though Moon couldn’t remember if they’d actually done 1AM karaoke or she’d just dreamed it.

She heard a soft meow so she sat up a little as she felt the weight of the mattress shift ever so slightly at the appearance of the third person in the house. Well not really a person.

“Morning Katara,” she smiled to the bengal cat who had jumped onto the bed. Katara purred, nuzzling into her for comfort, her little head butting Moon’s arm a few times. Moon stroked her gently and once Katara was satisfied with her morning snuggle, she moved over to Gigi, prodding the sleeping girl with a paw.

“Gigi’s still asleep,” Moon explained softly to the cat.

Katara purred, affectionately rubbing her head against Gigi who only responded with a small snore. She flicked her eyes back to Moon and meowed again.

“I think she looks cute too,” she agreed, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling.

The cat purred a second time before curling back into Moon. Light tumbled in from the gap in the curtain, a golden waterfall over a section of the bed, which left Katara glowing with a golden halo. Something about having Katara on her lap was so calming for Moon this morning, the softness of her fur and warmth of her body breathing calmly against her own. It was soothing for all that she had on her mind.

“Can I tell you something?” Moon murmured, out of nowhere, for a moment questioning if the cat even knew what she was saying.

Katara looked up at her, big round blue eyes wide with curiosity and sense of understanding that urged Moon to continue.

“I miss my Gray,” she sighed, finally feeling a little freer of the weight that had been stifling her from the moment he’d left the doors.

Grayson was away on a business trip, a longer one at that. Three whole weeks without him. She could barely stand it at the start but now it just felt like some sort of eternal damnation, not getting to see him, hear him, be with him. It was torture. Her limbs ached for his touch, lips missed his sweetness and heart craved for the warmth he brought it. She felt too hollow now, too shell like. It was unnatural.

Her dreams were plagued with him, her thoughts infected too, every minute of every day she couldn’t help but imagine him. It was as if though her mind couldn’t rest, wouldn’t shut off. Contact between them had been so limited to, with the differing timezones it’d been so difficult to catch each other at the right times. Moon knew Grayson would never wake her at some ungodly hour to talk despite her telling him to and she would not do the same to him either. Besides even when they did manage to find a time, Grayson usually had a meeting of sorts. Though it agonised her each and every day, Moon didn’t want to make a fuss about missing him, she had so many wonderful people around her she felt she was being ungrateful to them. Still her heart continued to be tugged upon whenever he entered her head, which seemed to be constantly.

Katara nuzzled into her further, offering a silent comfort, as if she’d been able to read her every thought.

“You miss him too, huh?” Moon smiled, stroking her in between her ears.

She meowed in agreement. Though Grayson didn’t like to admit it, he had a soft spot for Katara.

“I wish he wasn’t far away,” she sighed aloud, feeling more liberated by each sentence she admitted aloud, getting all of the built up emotion off of her chest, like a ton of bricks had finally be taken away. But soon a twinge of guilt then hit her hard, ruining the relief, all of a sudden she wondered if this was selfish to think such things, let alone say them.

Katara stood up and padded towards Gigi for a second time, putting her nose against the sleeping girl’s. She pressed her head against Gigi a few times and when she didn’t stir, Katara began to lick her softly.

“Morning Katara,” Gigi mumbled into her pillow, still half asleep, “what do you think about polka dots?”

Moon laughed softly and Katara prodded Gigi’s head again.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting up,” she groaned, gently pushing her away.

Painfully slowly, Gigi sat up rubbing her eyes, her hair sticking in every direction all poofed up and slightly frizzy, probably from all of the tossing and turning she did.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty,” Moon giggled.

“Morning Moon,” Gigi grinned back, there was an audible beat, “oh my gosh Moon! Happy birthday!”

She beamed, as she was pulled into a tight hug, “thank you Gigi.”

“Wait,” Gigi froze, “no, no, no, I was meant to wake up before you, I set an alarm and everything!”

“I know,” Moon said dryly, “it woke me up an hour ago.”

“Gosh darn it! I always sleep through them,” she grumbled, ranking her fingers through her hair.

“It’s fine,” she smiled, putting a soft hand on her shoulder.

“No,” she groaned, “I was meant to be awake before you so I could get everything ready, I mean most of it is but I wanted breakfast to be done at least-“

“Gigi,” Moon said gently, “it’s fine.”

“But I had a plan,” she pouted, stroking Katara, “it was supposed to be the perfect day!”

“It is the perfect day, I’m here with you,” she said.

It was true, any day with Gigi felt like the perfect day. Gigi was that sparkly pocketful of sunshine that could make the saddest of people smile. Half of the time Moon was convinced she was actually hiding some sort of magic power.

“Oh Moon!” she grinned tackling her with a hug, “you’re the best.”

“Not possible because that’s you,” she replied, tapping the end of Gigi’s nose gently.

Gigi only squeezed her tighter, “want to get up?” she asked.

Moon nodded in reply shifting out of bed, Katara following the girls eagerly as they exited the room. As soon as she stepped foot out into the hallway Moon gasped upon looking at her surroundings, hanging from the ceiling were paper hearts in various shades of light pink, littered across the floor were baby pink balloons, some tied together with a ribbon and some left to freely wonder. She slowly walked through, taking in every particle of glitter, every circle of confetti, every moment of thought. A vase of tulips sat on the windowsill, their rosy colour stunning against the emerald of their stems and under it sat a homemade birthday banner reading ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOON!!’

“Gigi when did you do this?” she whispered, recalling how the two of them had stayed up for hours the night before, trying to calculate how Gigi had even found the time.

“Last night,” she replied, as they came to a stop in the kitchen, also widely decorated in pink embellishments.

“But we fell asleep at 2am,” Moon said.

“Correction, you fell asleep at 2am,” she grinned, rubbing the sleep from her tired eyes again.

“You stayed up to do all of this,” Moon murmured in awe, taking in every last morsel of her surroundings.

“It’s your birthday,” Gigi laughed, “of course I did.”

“Thank you Gigi,” she wrapped her arms tightly around her, “thank you so so much!”

“I take no credit for the cake,” she said, gesturing to the table, “obviously.”

Mina laughed remembering the last time Gigi had made a cake for Grayson’s birthday. She’d gotten batter everywhere by accident, broken the oven, then whilst trying to fix the broken oven slipped in the batter she’d gotten everywhere and ended up in the hospital with a broken ankle and after all that the cake tasted horrible because she’d used salt instead of sugar by accident.

“But Savannah made it, as Libby’s on her babymoon with Nash,” Gigi explained.

On the table sat the most gorgeous cake Moon had ever seen in her life. It was in the shape of a heart and a pale pink with ‘happy birthday’ written in cursive frosting with an expert hand. There were excellently piped ruffles and borders with the subtlest hint of sparkle.

“She says happy birthday by the way,” Gigi added.

Savannah left for a basketball tournament the night before and had apologised profusely for not being able to drop out but Moon completely understood. Being at the level Savannah was at, Moon didn’t want her to drop out at all, she knew how important her games were.

“I’ll thank her later,” Moon smiled gratefully.

“I’m thinking breakfast,” Gigi proposed, “and then the day of surprise begins.”

“Day of surprise,” she raised her eyebrows, “now why does that scare me?”

She gasped putting a hand to her chest melodramatically, “you wound me!”

Moon giggled, “I’m excited, you know it.”

“Good, now breakfast,” Gigi said, rushing into the kitchen.

Katara meowed loudly, hot on her heels.

“For us all,” she rolled her eyes, petting the cat.

***

After breakfast, Gigi stopped off at her first ‘surprise’ of the day. Moon could barely contain her excitement when they pulled up to a bookstore, which pretty much was the equivalent of heaven. The two spent hours browsing, staring at pretty covers and all of the special editions, pointing at books they’d read or had but were still stuck on their everlasting ‘to be read’ lists and also showing one another the ones they wanted.

“Okay you go first,” Gigi said, excited they’d finally gotten around to one of her favourite bookshop games: finding the best book boyfriend.

“Once upon a broken heart series, Jacks,” Moon replied effortlessly, picking up a copy of the book from the table beside her to use as a prop.

“Oh 100%,“ she agreed with a wide smile, “okay, my turn…” she paused for a long while, “…Cyrus from this woven kingdom.”

“Yes please!” Moon nodded in agreement, “okay back to me, let me think… ooo I know, Aaron Warner.”

Gigi didn’t reply but her nose wrinkled ever so slightly. If you’d had blinked you may have even missed it.

Moon stood still, freezing in shock, “what, you disagree?!”

“I will forever be a Kenji Kishimoto girl,” she insisted, placing a hand on her heart solemnly.

“Over Warner,” she deadpanned, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Of course,” Gigi replied, as if it were a silly question.

“You’re crazy,” Moon laughed shaking her head, eyes roaming over the Shatter Me display.

“Puh-lease,” she replied, putting her hand up, “I don’t want some moody, rich, slightly stalkerish man, I want someone funny and bold and flirty.”

“Warner is not stalkerish,” she grumbled, folding her arms.

“He used to watch Juliette on the camera in that prison cell,” Gigi sang, suddenly very amused.

“No it wasn’t like that,” Moon defended quickly, “you’re just making it sound weird.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, unconvinced entirely.

She sighed, “Kenji literally offended Nazeera when they first met.”

“At least he didn’t keep her locked in a room,” she countered.

“That was different,” Moon retorted, not really sure how else to fight Warner’s case.

“Was not!” she exclaimed.

“Was to!” she replied, sticking her tongue out playfully.

“Fine, I can understand the Warner hype,” Gigi admitted slowly, “but I will never love him more than Kenji.”

“I guess we can still be friends then,” Moon teased.

“Don’t be silly, you could never get rid of me anyway, you’re stuck for life,” she grinned, that glint of dangerous mischief twinkling in her ocean eyes as she slung an arm around Moon’s neck.

“Oh no,” she joked, feigning a look of fear.

“Hey!” she giggled, “…so have you picked anything about yet?”

“Well I’ve been desperate to get my hand on the Lunar Chronicles, I’ve heard good things,” Moon said.

“Then let’s get them and anything else you see on the way,” Gigi said, “and before you try anything, I’m paying. It’s your birthday and I’m not taking no for an answer!”

***

Gigi did not take no for an answer and after buying Moon her birthday books, despite Moon’s protesting and reluctance, the two had decided to head back home.

“I had the best day Gigi,” Moon smiled, her head in her best friend’s lap.

The two had been shattered after all of the excessive book shopping and were ready to spend the rest of the day opening gifts and just simply spending time in each other’s company.

“You did?” she beamed, “I’m glad.”

“It really was perfect,” she hummed gratefully, “thank you,”

They fell into a comfortable silence as Gigi played with Moon’s hair, twisting it in various ways, braiding and unbraiding. The succinct rhythm so methodical and calming. But as lovely as it was, Moon’s heart suddenly ached, remembering how Grayson would often do this for her as well, after a long day.

“Do you miss him?” Gigi murmured, her best friend senses obviously heightened.

Moon didn’t need to ask who ‘him’ was.

“Of course,” she breathed.

“It sucks he wasn’t here,” she said sympathetically, her movement becoming a lot softer all of a sudden.

“I know,” she sighed, “I haven’t even heard from him.”

“Time zones I guess,” Gigi said.

“They suck too,” Moon replied.

“Absolutely,” she agreed, “but it’s okay, don’t you guys have something planned for when he gets back?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “he felt so guilty for missing it.”

It pained her remembering the look on his face when he told her he’d be away, all the apologetic kisses and gestures he’d provided before and all the promises he’d made for after. It must be killing him inside, he’s never missed one of her birthdays in all the years they’d been together.

“I’m sure he’s thinking of you,” Gigi said thoughtfully.

Moon smiled wistfully, imagining him thinking of her like she thought of him, “I hope so.”

“He is, I just know it,” she nodded, “cake?”

“Well it would be rude to say no,” she smiled, glad of the change in subject.

Gig had always had a knack for knowing exactly the right time to move the conversation, it was like she could read everyone so perfectly and yet still make a seamless and unobvious transition when necessary. It was an art.

“Agreed, entirely,” Gigi laughed, rushing out to grab the birthday cake, “oh wait we have to do candles and the song,” she added as she came back in.

“We do not,” Moon replied, biting back her smile.

Gigi put the cake down very carefully and lit the candles, grinning at the way. If Grayson were here he wouldn’t have let her within a five mile radius of the lighter. Then she sang the classic uneven happy birthday tune, with Katara in her arms, moving her little paws in time with the beat. Katara was not impressed and for the first time ever hissed at Gigi. Moon laughed at the scrunched up face of the poor cat as the song came to an end and when Katara was finally released, she came to find refuge in Moon’s arms instead.

“Betrayal!” Gigi gasped at Katara who gave her a deadpanned look as if to say ‘that’s what you get’.

“Maybe dance just isn’t her thing,” Moon said.

“But she was practically born to be a cat ballerina, a caterina,” she replied, “that’s nearly her name, Katara, caterina, I mean come on!”

If cats could scowl Katara would be scowling. Instead, she was very intently staring at Gigi from Moons lap, her wide eyes pinned to her new-found enemy with a bold ferocity.

Moon shook her head laughing and she sliced her cake and dished it up on their fanciest plates. The girls clinked their forks together in a ‘cheers’ and each tasted it. Moon took her first bite and she was sure a drop of heaven was dancing on her tongue, the perfect sweet blend of flavours, but still light and fluffy. The girls fell into a silence of worship for the cake, indulging in every delicate mouthful and Gigi managed to coax Katara back into loving her by letting her lick some frosting.

“What do want to do now?” Gigi asked her, once the two were finished.

“Movie?” Moon suggested

“Movie,” she nodded in agreement.

Together they walked into the bedroom to pick out something to watch however when they entered the room they came to an immediate standstill. Upon the bed lay two gorgeous ballgowns. One was a deep red, like sweet dark wine, a simple chique look with expensive fabric and miniature red jewels glistening to silhouette the neck line. The other was a stark navy with a menagerie of pearls crawling up from the bottom of the skirt thinning out into nothing at all when they hit the corset bodice. They were each labelled with their names, the stunning red dress addressed to Moon. She ran her fingertips over the fabric, her breath catching in her throat. It was stunning, so silky and smooth and delicate. Her dream ballgown. She immediately looked towards Gigi in thanks.

“Don’t look at me,” she shrugged, “my brother works in mysterious ways.”

She nodded towards the handwriting on the letter. Moon glanced down, it was unmistakably Grayson’s soft cursive.

‘have a ball tonight and I promise you as many dances as there are stars in the sky when I get back’

“Grayson,” Moon smiled, a warmth spreading across her chest and all through her body, blossoming the purest of love it every crevice of her being.

She read it over and over until she’d memorised each stroke of the pen and each stitch of the dress she’d been gifted. It almost felt like a part of him was here right now. She imagined him standing behind her, his chest pressed up against her back, whispering something smooth and adoring in her ear

“I can’t believe he left us these, they’re so beautiful,” she paused taking a sharp breath in at her sheer awe of the dress, “…does this mean we’re going dancing?”

Gigi nodded vigorously, “the question is where should we go dancing?”

Moon pursed her lips and mentally went through a list of places she could go, “I don’t know.”

Gigi also paused for thought and for a long while they were settled in a silence until, “what about by the lake, it’s gorgeous when it’s moonlit.”

“Oh it’s perfect,” she beamed, “absolutely perfect!”

The girls quickly got into their dresses, night falling fast. It was as if their gifts had been tailored especially to fit them, pulling in and puffing out at all the right places. Grayson knew Moon too well, the deep red accentuated all of her features perfectly, making her gorgeous eyes pop and hair radiate an otherworldly sort of beauty and the style of the dress clung to her figure in all the right places.

They were quick to make their way down to the lake, intoxicated in their own excitement, neither could stop laughing. Once bathed in the moonlight that bounced off of the crystal lake, the two girls joined hands and began to dance. Twirl after twirl, step after step, until the seconds bled into minutes and the minutes bled into hours, until their feet were so sore they’d gone numb. Mid-spin of what felt like their fiftieth dance, something pale and pink caught in the corner of Moon’s eye and she slowly came to a stand still.

She peered down, “what’s that?”

Gigi only smiled, not saying anything specific but her eyes sparkling very suspiciously.

“Gigi, did you do this?” Moon asked.

“Just follow it,” she replied cryptically, not giving anything away on her face.

Moon glanced at her curiously, wondering silently if this was some sort of reverse heist Gigi was pulling as she often did, before trusting the process taking the pink ribbon between her fingertips and following the trail. It looked as through it never ended as it lead her through the starlit park, around the trees and past the lake they’d danced beside. Though when it finally did seem to stop for a moment, the ribbon ended up outside an apartment building. Moon glanced back a Gigi who gave her a soft nod to tell her to keep going. Hesitantly, she pushed open the door, the cool metal of the handle ice beneath her hand. She glanced upwards, the stream of pink still trailing up the stairs yet it had changed a little, every few inches, something rectangular sat upon it. As she got closer Moon realised that these were polaroid photographs, but not just any polaroids, ones of her and Grayson.

All the special moments, strung together. Like their first date, first dance, anniversaries, birthdays, christmases, events and business functions they’d attended together, new year’s eve kisses and their beach days, rainy walks through forests, stargazing on a picnic blanket. It was all there.

Moon’s heart throbbed as a wave of emotion drowned her, rendering her body defenceless, her lungs breathless and her voice speechless. All these sweet moments with Grayson were ever sweeter still when she was transported back to each and every setting just by looking at the picture. The way he smelt, what he was wearing, the dimples the curved in the side of his cheek, the melody of his laugh.

“Thought I’d add a bit of Grayson to your day,” she murmured over Moon’s shoulder, enjoying watching her best friend take everything in.

“Gigi,” she breathed, tears glistening in her wide eyes, “Gigi I’m speechless, this is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“Well it’s not over yet, keep following the ribbon!”

Moon laughed, a few drops of joy spilling from her eyes. She kept hold on the ribbon as her fingertips blinded across it, following the trail, Gigi close behind. Finally it ended at the door of an apartment. Slowly she let herself in, cautiously peering around the door. It was empty, almost like a studio space with long glad windows that let the moonlight stream through them. Confused, she walked up to one of them, letting her finger briefly hover over the glass when she heard another person behind her and she knew it wasn’t Gigi. She turned around and her breath was stolen, so was her ability to formulate coherent sentences, or think logical thoughts.

There stood Grayson Hawthorne. Bathed in moonlight he looked like some sort of ethereal greek god, blonde waves glistening, gray eyes shining. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful he was with all this time away. Moon’s eyes just couldn’t seem to tear themselves away from the man in front of her and she stood deathly still, paralysed in her own shock.

“Surprise,” he smiled, a dazzling smile at that, that flashed his white teeth and encouraged his dimple to show.

Before her mind even process what she was doing, her legs were bolting towards him. She flung herself into his arms and he caught her effortlessly, gracefully twirling her around in the air, like every disney prince did to their princess. Her eyes darted every which way, taking him all in as he clung to her tightly.

“Grayson, oh my, what, when, how?” she managed to sputter, the only words she could unscramble from the mess of questions and emotions in her brain.

“It was Gigi’s idea,” he breathed in explanation, setting her down softly, his hands still lingering on her waist as if he was afraid to let her go.

She looked back over her shoulder but Gigi was already gone, “of course it was,” she said, eyes brimming with tears once again, “that beautiful girl.”

“Speaking of beautiful girls,” he smiled, “I think I owe one a birthday kiss.”

“Oh yeah,” Moon grinned, raising an eyebrow, “who’s that then?”

“I wonder,” he smiled, their foreheads pressed to one another, noses touching.

His hands tightened a little around her waist and wrapped around the small of her back, his fingers were warm and comforting. Everything felt in place and Moon finally felt home again. She really didn’t realise quite how much she longed for this until she was experiencing this moment. Every craving for his touch, voice, breath, body, matter all of it was finally indulged into. Moon couldn’t quite name the feelings bubbling in her chest, something between euphoria and passion and love. She glanced up at him, their eyes connecting with that magnetising power they’d always seemed to share. She needed this. He needed this.

“God I missed you,” he murmured, voice suddenly rough and ragged, that raw desperation he didn’t often reveal presenting itself, uninvited.

Moon’s smile widened as she looped her arms around his neck, “not half as much as I missed you.”

“You’re a bad liar with such sweet lips,” he whispered, kissing her gently.

The kiss sent a spiral of warmth from the back of her neck to the base of her spine, as if she was being pricked by a thousand needles but feeling no pain at all. She could feel the fast pace of Grayson’s heart against her own chest as his hands clambered up her body.

“That was very Shakespearean,” she giggled, against his mouth, “are you channelling your inner Romeo?”

“Only if you’ll be my Juliet,” Grayson said, ever the poet.

Moon traced her index finger lightly up and down the back of his neck, knowing what it’d do to him, “gladly,” she mumbled.

“Only without the ending,” he clarified quickly, leaning further into her touch.

“Naturally,” she laughed, tilting her head back ever so slightly.

Without warning, he softly pressed his lips to hers again, stealing the last of her laugh in his own lips, a strong hand deep within her hair cupping the back of her head tenderly. She pressed onto her tiptoes to deepen the kiss, somehow pulling his body even closer into her own.

“I didn’t stop thinking about you,” he breathed, “every second of every day you were the only thing running through my mind.”

“How funny,” she mused, “it was exactly the same for me, what a pair we are.”

“A pair indeed,” he grinned, unable to restrain his urge to kiss her any longer like some sort of deranged animal.

For the third time now, he carved his name into her beating heart and sealing the deed with his mellow lips. Moon’s whole body tingled this time, as if mini sparklers had been placed inside of her bones and had been suddenly ignited all at once.

“You look so gorgeous, love,” he said, so gently she wondered how she didn’t melt right there and then in his hold.

“Well you picked the dress,” she shrugged, as his hand trailed up the material until they cupped her face.

“I wasn’t talking about the dress,” Grayson murmured, “but now you mention it, I have excellent taste.”

“Well you picked me so you must,” she winked in reply.

“Any blind, drunk, idiotic man would have the brains to pick you, it’d be a crime not to with those eyes and-“

“Oh stop that,” she said, rosy-cheeked and warm, trying to suppress her smile.

He raised an eyebrow as he often did when confused, “what?”

“Making me feel like this,” she replied quietly.

“Like this?”

He smoothly lifted her up into his armed and spun her around again, sending her heart soaring and her laugh echoing to the room, bouncing off walls and playing of repeat. It was music to Grayson’s ears, better than any violin composition he could ever manage.

“Yes, stop,” she grinned as he finally put her down.

He pulled her a few inches closer, “and why is that?”

“Because I say so,” she shrugged.

Grayson’s smile widened, flashing those dimples that made the butterflies in Moon’s stomach start doing dangerous acrobatics, “is that a threat?” He asked, voice silken.

She bit her bottom lip slightly, “maybe.”

Slowly he took one of her hands and guided it to his shoulder, then he pressed his flat against her back. Tenderly, he slipped his free hand into hers and raised it up, “dance with me,” he murmured.

It was neither a question nor a command.

“Always,” Moon smiled.

And they did. They danced as many dances as there were stars in the sky.

EEEEEKK I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED MOON 🤭�� AFTER ALL THAT WAITING IF I HAVENT DONE THIS FIC JUSTICE IM SO SORRY

BUT I’D JUST LIKE TO THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP AND SUPPORT WITH EVERYTHING 💖💖 YOU TRULY ARE A WONDERFUL PERSON AND I HOPE TO GIFT YOU SOMETHING EVEN BETTER NEXT YEAR THAT’S ACTUALLY ON TIME!! LOVE YOU <333

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concretejunglefm · 2 months ago

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I just want a cuddle puddle with my online friends is that too much to ask?

#especially when feeling physically and mentally exhausted #moots 💕

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prythianpages · 10 days ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

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Wanna Be Yours | Though not completed, part one is my fav. I loved writing the scene where the reader was telling Rhysand a story to distract him from the pain while she healed him. And then he gifted her something that was related to her story 🥹 I also am proud of myself with the detail on this one. I got one constructive criticism comment during my wattpad days about not having details/imagery & it’s haunted me since lol (but the comment was in good nature & super sweet! I appreciated it)

Like An Angel | Again, this is part one to the series of interconnected one shots that is yet to be completed 😅 and again, I love the details & feel like it flowed well? Most of my fics are inspired by songs and I try to write them so they give off the same vibes as the song? If that makes sense and this fic captures its song well. I also love an “arranged marriage to the wrong person” trope while the male protagonist is yearning (is it really an Eris fic, if I don’t make him yearn?)

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aclowntiny · 2 years ago

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woo congrats for the 700 followers babe (i hope you don't mind me calling you that!!) i was wondering a reaction of any group that comes to your mind about y/n kissing them and then running away maybe cause they're shy or being playful idkk!! that's the first thing that came to my mind

Of course not babe 😘😆 this is such a cute idea!!! I like this idea for multiple groups tbh but I’ll start with Ateez of course hehe~ Hope this is what you meant!

Ateez When Their Crush Kisses Them and Runs Away

Hongjoong

“I really like this one. Here, listen.” Hongjoong placed the set of headphones in his hands gently over your ears, the rustling sound tickling them before the click of the play button.

Music filled your ears, upbeat sound enveloping you as if you were surrounded. It brought a smile to your face and motion to your head, the joyful bob mirrored in amusement by Hongjoong. He shook his head fondly, watching with interest at your response to the song. You felt shy suddenly, head falling to no longer meet his intense eyes.

When the song ended, you removed the headphones, setting them carefully upon the desk’s slick surface. “Let’s listen to the next one together,” you suggested quietly, still a bit flustered from the way Hongjoong stared at you. Sure, you’d liked him for some time, but you hadn’t gotten that many signs before he looked at you like that, and suddenly you didn’t know how to act.

“I have the perfect one up next,” he agrees with a nod, unplugging the cord of the on-ears and queuing up the following song on the computer.

Upbeat music faded in favor of something soft and glittery, something that almost would’ve been like ASMR had you still listened in surround. The words started, and you could tell it was a love song. The perfect song, huh? What did he mean by that?

Hongjoong’s face was illuminated purple by the room’s LEDs, all his piercings shining lavender and even the deep brown, almost black, of his eyes getting tinted. His gaze was once again fixed firmly upon you as the desperate lyrics swam through the room, and it sent lightning through you.

As if yanked forward by a puppet string you closed the gap between your seated figures, capturing his lips against yours. It was hard to tell if he was responding, though, your brain working despite the soft warmth sending you spiraling. Your chest sunk. Maybe you’d been wrong. Oh, no.

You had to leave. With one final glance at Hongjoong’s deer-in-the-headlights face, you rose from your seat’s padding, feeling it roll away at the sudden push.

"(y/n), wait!"

Gritting your teeth, you swung back around at Hongjoong's bidding, seeing him half-standing with a hand out.

"I'm really sorry I froze up, I'd been planning to make a move at the end of the song for so long, that completely threw me." His look of worry rose into a smile. "In a good way. Can we try again?"

All you could do was nod, prompting him to stand all the way, glancing down and taking your waist when he received a nod from you before pressing his lips to yours, music still swirling around your heads.

Seonghwa

Everything you did was adorable.

You swayed your hips lightly to the music on Seonghwa's speaker as you cracked another egg into a bowl. You two were baking together, a simple, domestic activity that had Seonghwa's heart full. He could barely focus on his dry measurements, his mind full of you, you, you. What could he say? He was head over heels.

You passed by each other in sync, with you grabbing the milk and him the salt before returning to your respective mixing. Maybe he should try and make things more romantic.

When you beckoned him to bring the dry bowl over, he acquiesced immediately, proverbial light bulb going off above his head. "Alright, let's mix together."

You smiled that gorgeous smile. "Sounds great."

Standing behind you, Seonghwa took a hold of your hand, gaze falling shyly from your smile as you turned back toward the bowl, his hand guiding yours in swirls as you gradually added his half of the mixture to yours. Far too soon in Seonghwa's mind, though, the batter started to look incorporated.

"Does that look..." You turned, inadvertently pressing closer to him as you peered innocently into his eyes, face inches from his as the last part of your sentence came out quieter. "...good?"

Seonghwa's lips parted, but before any reply could leave them yours were pressed sweetly against them. His eyelashes fluttered and his chest soared, but a mere second later you were pulling back away, sinking down against the counter on bent knees.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me! That just looked like a movie scene, and- and I-"

Bending down to eye level with you, Seonghwa nodded encouragingly. "Don't worry, I felt it too. Do you want to do it again or is that just me?"

Yunho

From the peripheries of your vision, you saw Yunho tugging at the thick blue blindfold around his eyes. "No peeking," you chastised.

"All right, but how far do I have to go for the center?" Yunho responded, one hand tightly holding yours.

"Just a few more steps," you replied, tugging him a bit further, "in fact, I think that's good. Everyone ready?"

The rest of the group called out affirmatives, spreading for the game of blind man's bluff. Yunho was 'it', the one who would grope along after you all as you darted away from his hands.

Of course, that's how it should have gone, but Ateez was no normal group. Jongho had climbed onto the table and Yeosang was under a chair. The rest kept running up to tease him with actions ranging from speaking right into his ear and running off to slapping his butt. And that gave you a great idea. Well, not the butt thing. Not yet at least...

You'd wanted to make a move for some time now. You and Yunho were always so playful with each other, joining in on each other's antics and having giggly slappy fights you couldn't help but see as breaks to the touch barrier. So what better opportunity to push your luck than when the man was blindfolded?

Running up at his side, you stood on your tiptoes and crashed your lips against his, smiling even as he jumped back a bit, startled. It took everything you had to suppress laughter, but his next words helped.

"That better have been (y/n)," Yunho remarked, head tilted.

"Who else would have done that?" You shot back. too incredulous to overthink if you were about to be rejected.

"I dunno," he shrugged, still blindfolded, "Wooyoung or something?"

"Does he ever-"

"No!" Yunho cut you off, nose wrinkling beneath the fabric across its bridge. "Gross! And he knows I like you! Which I can say now given my optimistic assumption my feelings are requited."

"Yes," you stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder and moving your face inches from his, "yes, they are."

"Good!" He exclaimed, grinning. "But also..." His hands snaked tightly around your middle, lifting you off the ground. "I got you! You're it now!"

Yeosang

“Here we go- one for you and one for me.” With a bright smile, Yeosang handed you one of the ice cream cones in his hands.

It was a beautiful day, the perfect day to take a walk, and of course it didn't take much persuasion to get Yeosang over to the ice cream stand with you. Having time together like this was rare, so you wanted to milk it for all it was worth, drawing out what could be a simple wend through the park with the man who gave you butterflies.

Butterflies indeed, you thought as he dug happily into his ice cream like an eager little boy, continuing his description of the last book he'd read.

"But was it sad though? I don't want to read it if it's really sad."

"No way! The ending was perfect in my opinion. The characters went through everything they needed to." Another smile into the sunshine. Another bite of ice cream.

That time, though, the cone cracked and a little bit of the sweet dessert dribbled onto his lip, which stuck out in a little pout. Yeosang looked so cute, your brain blanked. Complete zero thoughts, head empty, just Yeosang. Without you even realizing it, your lips had fallen onto his, kissing the ice cream off of them.

It wasn't until the butterflies buzzed again, begging you to let yourself get even more carried away, that you even realized what you'd done, backing away immediately with wide eyes.

"I'm so sorry," you gasped, turning and walking away, butterflies now stabbing into your fluttering heart with shock and shame.

"D-do you like me?" You heard Yeosang's voice at your back, but you couldn't bear facing him again, just nodding your burning head, eyes squeezed shut and ice-cream-free hand covering half your face.

His hand on your shoulder almost made you jump. "Why are you getting shy now, huh? You're so cute."

Your hand shot up all the way, burying your whole face. He thought you were cute?

"How can I see your face again? Do I have to kiss you, too? Alright, gladly," Yeosang whispered, kissing your cheek.

San

San felt lucky that day- you two were at the arcade together. He'd liked you for a few months now, but couldn't tell how you felt. Making a move felt too risky. What were the odds you felt the same? Probably not great, especially since you were friends with all of Ateez. You easily could have liked another member, but no matter what San was eternally grateful for your friendship, the easy feeling he got when he was with you. Even though his heart raced every time you smiled, it was never stressful when you talked. You'd made it clear that he could talk to you about anything and even confided in him, too, which just proved it.

It was healing to see you so happy and excited, practically yanking him over to every game you wanted to play. You’d already kicked his butt at whack-a-mole, though his victory at the shooting gallery was clear. None of it was about winning, though. Not for him.

That was until the pair of you stumbled upon the claw machine, your eyes sparkling with excitement and lips curling widely upward in joy. Two little squishmallows of your favorite animal sat amongst the cuddly rainbow of prize options, and anyone with eyes could see it was love at first sight. San would have given anything to get you that plushie, even every last game credit he had.

“Your wish is my command,” he remarked dashingly as he swiped the play card, lighting up the crane’s lining.

“Oh, San, these things are usually rigged, though. I don’t want you to run out of play over it!”

“Then I’ll just have to win it right away, huh?” He shot back with a dimpled grin, deftly angling the gripper over your beloved squishmallow. Pressing the button, he sent it down, plucking the adorable round plushie up…

…and back down, this time considerably closer to the prize depot. Fire blazed in San’s eyes as he swiped his card again. He heard you giggle at his intense expression as he leaned closer to the smudged glass of the claw machine as if trying to become one with the mechanics of it. He twitched the claw back and forth a bit, then with a nod of satisfaction sent it back down, securing your prize and dropping it right through the plastic square trap door of victory.

You leapt for joy, giving that smile that made his heart leap as you reached through the prize door and cuddled your gift to your chest, repeating thanks to San again and again.

He smiled, opening his mouth to day you’re welcome, but was cut off by your lips on his. He froze, every thought and command flying out if his brain until he saw you flush and step back, uncertainty written all over your face as you still held your prize.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, shaking your head, “I just got excited. But I really appreciate-”

“No, no, wait!” Waving his hands, San panicked, words falling clumsily from his lips. “I’m sorry, that was so terrible, I’ve liked you forever so I just got really nervous! Kind of ruined that, didn’t I?”

Your lips parted again in shock, several heartbeats passing before you smiled and shook your head. “It’s like the claw machine, right? Practice makes perfect. I like you, too, San. Well, obviously,” you giggled, and just like that San’s heart picked up again despite that feeling of comfort and rightness returning.

Looks like you guys had both won the jackpot that day.

Mingi

“Give it back!"

Mingi had snatched your phone, which you’d made the mistake of leaving lying flat atop the coffee table in his shared apartment, and ran with it, leaning into the boon of his long legs. He turned back even as he legged it, giving you a wide, boyish smile before sticking his tongue out.

“Come get it,” he giggled in response, breathy from the clear exertion of how hard he sprinted, tearing tightly around a corner.

Smirking, you turned on your heels, running back the other way to cut him off. The look on his face was priceless as you emerged into the room he barreled towards simultaneously, facing one another. His jaw dropped and hands waved, but your triumph didn’t end, not even when you collided, toppling to the floor.

Heat rushed to your face. You had a crush on Mingi, and though you didn’t know if it was returned, the tension of the day’s flirting welled up in your chest, spilling over as you leaned in from your position on top of him, connecting your lips.

The moment you parted, though, you saw how wide his eyes were and panicked, feeling like you’d overstepped. Scrambling off of him, you made to leave, muttering an apology, but his hand closed around your wrist gently. His strength was still enough to stop you in your tracks without yanking you back over.

“Where are you going?” He smiled at you, stars in his eyes. “I need to kiss you back, right?”

Wooyoung

Prey in sight. Target locked.

Wooyoung was the victim of many prank attempts by you, the latest one being sliding up behind him and stealing his phone. Creeping up toward him, you rose up on your bent knees, hand sliding slowly toward the piece of technology in his hand. His hand that immediately reached behind him and slapped yours out of the way.

"Ha! Caught you again!"

"No fair," you pouted, "how did you even see me?"

"I know your M.O.," Wooyoung countered, smiling triumphantly and then sticking his tongue out at you, "there's nothing you can do that surprises me."

Frustration of multiple kinds ballooned in your chest as he smirked at you, challenge glinting in his eyes. You would do anything, anything, to wipe that look off of Jung "Smug" Wooyoung's face. You know what? Great idea, you realized.

"Oh yeah?" You challenged, stepping closer.

"Yeah," he dug his heels in, crossing his arms.

You stood up straight, lunging forward and crashing your lips against his. It was your turn to smirk into the kiss as he returned it immediately, almost desperately. Well, shoot. Guess all that flirting he'd done had been for real. Good to know.

Right as Wooyoung started picking up the pace, though, you separated again, running back down the hall you'd initially snuck down.

"Hey!" He protested.

"Guess I did surprise you after all, huh?" You fired back as you ran, turning to see with great satisfaction that Wooyoung was chasing you. No way he was going to let you get away with that.

Jongho

You didn’t realize it at the time, but you were dreaming. One of the best dreams you’d ever had, you would later reflect.

Choi Jongho, the handsome, stoic, effortlessly funny man you’d fallen head over heels for, had just confessed to you, pulling you into a kiss that had your head spinning harder than any prior fantasy had. The dream was vivid, too, full of sight and sound and sensation so much that it pushed you a bit past perception of reality.

So, when a hand upon your shoulders gently shook you awake, a voice you recognized even in half-sleep as Jongho whispering your name, you responded how you thought was in kind.

By leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Sleep left you further as he hummed in confusion, pulling away and repeating your name, this time questioning, inquisitive, faintly scandalized. Some of the added gravity to his voice had your half-lidded eyes fluttering further open, veil lifted as you blinked at Jongho’s wide eyes, pursed lips, and red ears.

What had you done? Every neuron in your brain called out for you to flee, bury away your shame and scandal forever. Each muscle in your body agreed, but had trouble following suit as you clumsily wrestled with the blanket that had been draped over you upon the couch, fabric catching your feet until you flung it to the floor, pushing up to a seated position and up, swaying to run away.

“Whoa, whoa!” Jongho held out a protective hand. “You just surprised me is all. Let’s talk about this, what happened?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head, unable to look him in the eye, “I was having a stupid dream. That’s all.”

“Is that what you call stupid?” Jongho asked, tone still even as always, but colored with the faintest hint of incredulity. “I would call something like that a very good dream.”

Your eyebrows shot up, gaze returning to his. “You would?”

“Sure,” he shrugged, “felt pretty good to me. But I suppose it wasn’t me in the dream, was it?”

Your chest ballooned at the actual palpable disappointment you saw in his face, heard in his voice. You…actually had a shot here?

“Ok, so you’re not gonna believe this-”

Not exactly the most romantic start to your next kiss, but hey, it sure did the trick.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seongwha #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gender neutral reader #fluff #requested #jacobbaeluvr #moots 💕

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glitterkairi · 2 months ago

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tagged by @ladyyy--stardust to post 6 non-selfie pics from my camera roll ! featuring my daughters (luna [black] and mocha [tortie])

the middle pic is from here and is related to me being transmasc, and the memes are me in my entirety tbh

taggingggg @oswaldtheluckywolf @rxllinss @newpartnerincrime @rosey-arrow @punkerbites @reyfeniix @emocowboyss @ariga-chu (and @bardthestoner even tho kaitlyn already tagged him . lol)

#moots 💕#i want ozzie and killian to see the middle image . for trans reasons #made my own post to keep that one from getting Too lengthy #tag games 💕

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spacemanxpaninis · 1 year ago

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New tag game just dropped >:) my result kinda tracks doesn’t it? 🥺😅 @letmelickyoureyeballs @mossthebogwitch @daisey14 @kilibaggins

Quiz is here!

#fandom #ao3 #ao3 tags #uquiz #tag game #moots 💕

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fatalhoon · 5 months ago

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hoon fr about to be traumatized by cupcakes 💀

hoon about to be pavloved to get hard at the mention of cupcakes 😭

#this would be so strange without context LMAO #snail 🐌#moots 💕#judah.ask

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ysrjune · 1 month ago

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sam‘s reaction to reader wearing HIS boxers and HIS oversized tshirt yumm yum yum🤑🤑🤑

a/n: uper duper short sista.. DEFINITELY NOT what you all expected I think.. I just got off of school so I'm pretty tired, sorry!

"What do you think?" You give Sam a turn so he can see what all of you look like in his clothes. "I'm thinkin' about if I washed those boxers or not." He smirks at how your face scrunches up. "Sam!!". "I'm just kidding around, I wash my clothes." He rolls his eyes and walks to you. "You look good. The shirt is a little too big, but it's cute." Sam's eyes wander at how comfortable you look.

"Wanna wear my underwear?" You suddenly ask him with a grin. "Yeah, no. Don't even try that." He rolls his eyes and sets your hair to the side to expose your neck. He pressed his lips to it and eventually began to suck and bite, leaving a few hickeys. "There you go. Looks way better now." He runs his thumb above the dark marks. "Maybe I can put a few more of these in other places, yeah?" He doesn't wait for a response. He only tosses you on his bed and gets to work. You were going to be in desperate need of color corrector before you got home..

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaasxo @anakinca @dollfilmz @alexlovesysrjune @sockiess @sythethecarrot @speaknow-sw @loveamira @alealuvshayden @mvst4far

#asks!#moots 💕#hayden christensen #christensen hayden #haydenchristensen #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x female reader #hayden christensen life as a house #sam monroe life as a house #life as a house #sam monroe #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe smut #sam monroe hayden christensen #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you

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devil-in-hiding · 9 months ago

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may I humbly offer:

in my omegaverse au, simon was born a beta but the high stress and trauma changed him to an alpha. I have more cohesive thoughts somewhere but during his first rut as an alpha, he goes to alpha!price all whiney and tears streaming down his face and asks for help. so John does what any good alpha would (but is also fully skipping normal courting behaviour because how can he say no to the pretty, giant, pouting mam) and walks simon through the whole thing, bottoming for the poor, rutting alpha who is overwhelmed by all these new hormone spikes :(

john coos at simon, telling him how good he feels, nice and plugged up. tells him he's doing such a good job and he knows it hurts but he looks and sounds so pretty so it's okay.

"take what you need, pup. I can handle it. you just use me however you need, that's a good boy" and simon would reply by he's panting and moaning and drooling so all he can do is slur out broken thank yous

- vgilantee

SJSOSKFNFIEJENCMDLRBF. CHAR OH MY GOD

alpha!john taking inexperienced!Simon… i’m gonna pass the fuck away

i wish i had coherent thoughts for this but i can’t not share this because my god

#moots 💕#ghostprice #abo

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littlemissmentallyunstable · 22 days ago

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@talahs-reading-library

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL AMAZINGG TALAH 💘🤭💖🥰🩷😍💘💋🤭 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BESTEST DAY EVERRR IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLLDDD AND GET ANYTHING THAT YOUR HEART DESIRES!! YOU DESERVE IT MY LOVE!!

YOU’RE ONE OF THE SWEETEST SOULS 🥰🥰 I KNOW AND IM JUST SO SO INSANELY HAPPY WE’VE MET 💖💖 THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHINGGG AND I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH <33

HERE’S YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM ME… I HOPE YOU ENJOY…

title: talah’s birthday

pairing: grayson hawthorne x talah

It was before sunrise, when the sky was just about bleeding oranges and pinks and weeping yellows and purples. Grayson watched contently, wondering if he could make the same effect on a canvas to gift to the sleeping girl in his arms one random Tuesday just to see her smile. The thought of that smile made his heart swell there and then, that halo glow that brightened the whole room just with one expression.

Talah shifted slightly in her sleep, the warmth of her body pressed against his. He chuckled softly, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face. The silk curtain danced in ripples with the soft breeze that filtered through. Her eyes fluttered open, entrancing pools of brown staring back into swirls of blue grey.

“Morning darling,” Grayson whispered with a gentle smile tickling his features.

Her eyes sparkled, “morning Gray,” she said, still half asleep.

“You look so beautiful this morning,” he murmured, tracing the contours of her face.

She laughed groggily, half rolling her eyes, “you say that every morning.”

“That’s because it’s true every morning,” he shrugged.

She laughed again, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as her cheeks tinted a rosy pink, “well thank you.”

She sat up slowly, leaning back into Grayson, her back pressed against his chest hard enough to feel the steady beat of his heart. She inched her head in favour of his left shoulder to glance up at him.

“Happy birthday gorgeous,” he said with a sweet kiss as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Was that my birthday gift?” she raised an eyebrow, “because it should be.”

“You won’t be saying that when you get your real present,” Grayson replied smoothly.

Talah’s breath caught as her heart skipped a beat. Grayson could be planning anything, celebration seemed to be a speciality for him, big occasions and functions were where he flourished. She had no idea what he had in store for today but knowing him it’d be something amazing.

She traced a pattern on his arm, “you know the anticipation is going to kill me now, right?” she said.

“All good things come to those who wait,” he teased, like some sort patronising teacher.

Talah snorted, “good things also come to people who bite the bullet.”

“Not as many,” he replied quickly.

“How do you know?” she asked, eyebrows pinched together in the centre of her forehead.

Grayson only shrugged softly, “because I do.”

He stole her next sentence right from her, by pushing his lips onto hers and by the time they’d broken away Talah had forgotten whatsver witty response she’d come up with.

She sighed, not feeling as if she could ever be mor contented, “I could stay here all day,” she said aloud.

“What about your birthday plans?” Grayson asked.

She only shrugged, settling herself comfortably into her arms, “I have everything I need right here.”

“What about breakfast my darling?” he raised a brow.

“Screw whatever I just said,” she grinned, scrambling up, “I need breakfast.”

He chuckled softly, eyes fixating on Talah. He eased back onto the mattress entranced by the beautiful woman in front of him. There wasn’t a word that could fully describe what she did to him. Her glowing nature, illuminated something in the depths of his chest, something he didn’t think he fully had. Grayson saw how Nash was with Libby and Jameson with Avery and Xander with Max. He’d seen his brother washed over with the current of love and he never thought he too would experience that. And yet here he was, staring at his person, the person that seemed to have been made for him.

“What?” she laughed, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes at him.

“Sorry I was just admiring you,” he grinned widely, unable to quite help himself.

She folded her arms and rolled her eyes playfully, “you’re taking ages.”

“There’s a lot to admire about you,” he shrugged as he trailed her many alluring features as he slipped out of the bed.

“Can you be lovesick another day?” she joked with an exaggerated pout.

“I’m lovesick every day, darling,” he whispered, the serenade of notes in his voice sending a familiar rush of warmth through her veins. He slipped his arms around her, she melted into them, there and then.

“So am I,” she mumbled into his chest.

“What about your pair we are,” he replied, pulling her face gently back into his view, brushing a few strands of loose hair from those hypnotic eyes.

Golden light poured through the curtains in some sort of beautifully blinding stream of liquid heaven. It hit both their faces, illuminating their features with cinematically perfect timing. It brought out the notes of honey rippling through those light chestnut eyes and the hazel streaks in the stark coffee brown hair. He felt something seize his chest and he could’ve sworn he’d fallen in love for the first time all over again. Grayson had lost count of how many time this had happened but if his heart kept acting up like this he was sure it’s need medical attention.

“Oh!” Talah gasped excitedly rushing to the window, “the sun’s rising!”

Grayson was quick to follow, she couldn’t feel the warmth of his presence behind her. It was only then he smoothly slid past her, sticking one leg out of the window and then the other. Talah was in shock, too busy comprehending what was actually happening rather than asking a nod question or stopping him. By the time her brain had circuited around to that Grayson had completely disappeared from sight. Alarmed, she stuck her head out the window and looked up to the roof where Grayson calmly sat, drenched in the sunny yellow, smiling down at her.

“Gray!” she yelled, “what are you doing?”

“It’s so much prettier from up here,” he called back.

There was a beat of silence and Talah couldn’t believe she was seriously considering climbing up there with him.

“Well come on,” he laughed, reading her thoughts.

She shook her head vigorously, “I can’t come up there!”

He swung down, slick as anything in classic Hawthorne style. Like a true gentleman, he extended his hand, “do you trust me?” he asked intimately, raising a brow.

“Yes,” she replied immediately, a reflex action with him. She couldn’t trust anyone more.

She felt his arm loop around her waist and grip on tightly as he made his way up to the roof. Talah shrieked as the wind rushed through her ears and she clung onto Grayson’s neck. By the time they’d reached the top and he’s set her down gently she was too stunned to speak. With her jaw dropped and limbs slack, all she could do was stare at the glistening earth below its shining mother. The sun was radiantly beaming down on everything and everyone, coating all the early morning beings, from joggers to squirrels to butterflies, in a bath of gilded hue. She could feel the warmth of it on her face, dusting her own cheeks and turning them a little pinker than they already were.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered in awe.

Grayson’s hands slipped around her torso from behind, “told you.”

“No need to be smug about it,” she joked, leaning back into his touch tentatively.

They watched in silence as the world seemed to fall into place under the light of day and stayed there for what felt like hours, contented in each other’s hold without uttering a word. Yet their thoughts seemed more interconnected than either of them realised.

“Ready for breakfast darling?” Grayson whispered after a while.

“Always,” she winked back.

Before she could protest, he swept her off her feet, quite literally, as he reinstated her in his arms, bridal style. She yelped in surprise, as they made their way back to the bedroom.

“I could’ve got down myself you know,” she shook her head, giggling a little.

“I know,” he shrugged, “but there’s only so many days a year I get to treat you extra specially and I would like to abuse my power.”

“How very kind of you,” she replied, batting her eyelashes.

“I would be prefer to be referred to as chivalrous,” Grayson teased.

“Let’s not go that far,” she stuck her tongue out.

“Hey!”

He didn’t put her down when the arrived back, infact he carried her all the way down the stairs and into the oak panelled hallway. It was only then did he gently place he in front of the closed kitchen door. He nodded towards the handle, a subtle movement ushering Talah to open it. She wasn’t sure why but something in her chest fluttered as she grabbed onto it, the cool metal beneath her palm suddenly electric. A little hesitantly she pushed the door open to reveal their kitchen. But it wasn’t how she’d left it last night, it was now decorated in banners and balloons and streamers in mixtures of deep reds and shiny golds. Although, the thing that caught her eyes the most were the mini canvases dotted around the room. On closer inspection she realised that on each mini canvas was a mini painting of a special moment between her and Grayson. There was one of them in Paris and another at Jameson and Avery’s wedding, the next was their first Christmas together, the list went on and on.

“Gray,” she breathed shakily, holding one in her hands, “you painted all of these?”

He nodded smiling a little, “you always said I should try portraits.”

“These are gorgeous,” she said, welling up a little, “they’re going all over the house, no questions asked.”

“I won’t argue with that one,” he shrugged.

She threw herself into his arms in gratitude, as he caught her and spun her around gently, “thank you,” she said, squeezing him tighter, “thank you so much Grayson, really.”

“Stop thanking me,” he laughed, “this is the bare minimum.”

Talah shook her head smiling, letting the lad of his thumb brush away the single tear of joy that had sneakily escaped.

On the table there stood a vase holding the most beautiful flowers she’d ever seen, so bold and vibrant, reminding her so much of the colours in that sunrise this morning. Beside it was a plate a salmon croissants that looked like they were to die for, buttery, flakey, fluffy pastry encapsulating the rosiest of fresh salmon.

Talah could barely believe her eyes, “when did you even prepare this?” she managed to ask.

He eye flicked to the watch on his wrist, “breakfast 10 minutes before you woke up, decorations when you were asleep last night.”

“I don’t even remember getting into bed last night after the movie,” she admitted, leaning back against the countertop, unable to help admiring all of the heartfelt decorations around her. The painting alone must’ve taken him months.

“You didn’t,” he replied, with a small smile at the fresh memory of Talah buried under a fort of blankets and pillows fast asleep, “I carried you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she smiled, tilting her head to the side slightly.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Grayson said, “you looked so adorable with your hair spread across the pillows like some sort of ethereal halo and your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.”

“Stop it,” she said, her face tinting a little red.

“Happy birthday Talah,” he responded with one of those dumb smiles men in love are famous for. Not an expression often, if ever, seen on the face of Grayson Hawthorne but he couldn’t help it, she undid him and all his typical tendencies in every way.

He pressed a velvet kiss to her warm cheek before pulling out her chair for her to sit down. They shared the most delicious breakfast of the best buttery croissants that rivalled those made in a Parisian Boulangerie, filled with perfectly salty salmon that contrasted that hint of sweetness in the dough. At one point Talah really thought she’d entered some sort of other worldly goodness when she tasted how fluffy but still flaky the pastry was and paired with the fresh flavour of smoked salmon, it was practically to die for. They shared small talk about something that might be meaningless by tomorrow but in this blissful moment, it was everything.

“Okay,” Grayson said, as they finished up, “now we can get the day really started.”

“I’m intrigued,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

He grinned, “go and get ready and meet me in the car, don’t worry about what you wear or things to bring.”

That caught her off guard. Grayson was a meticulous planner. His idea of spontaneous was one week’s notice.

“Why?” she asked curiously, her brows furrowing.

He only chuckled, “it’s a surprise,” in response.

Talah tried to bite back her infectious smile as she walked upstairs to get ready. After throwing open her wardrobe and analysing every item of clothing about five separate times, she finally settled on a sweet, little pink dress. One of her personal favourites that no matter what mood she was in made her feel pretty. Whilst doing her hair and makeup she wondered where on earth Grayson could be taking her but after concocting as many weird and wonderful ideas as her brain could conjure up, she reluctantly gave up, trying to convince herself to just live in the moment of the surprise.

Once she was ready, she did exactly as instructed and went down to meet Grayson in the car. He, of course, was already in there, convertible roof down, dressed in formal attire. Though not his usual suit formal, more like a holiday sort of formal with a white linen shirt, similar to the material of Talah’s dress. She found it a little sweet that they matched unintentionally.

“You look gorgeous my darling,” he said, smiling so hard his dimples appeared.

“You too,” she smiled back, silently admiring those dimples, “are you still not gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope,” he replied, flicking his sunglasses down and reversing out of their driveway his forearm resting on top of the door, with the other hand on the wheel.

“Please Gray, I can keep a secret,” she batted her eyelashes.

“I’m not going to give in,” he deadpanned but still looked away for fear he might be persuaded.

“You could,” she suggested jokingly.

“But I won’t,” he sang, an amused expression tickling his features, “it ruins the whole purpose of a surprise.”

“What if I still pretend to be surprised,” Talah said.

“It’s not the same,” he replied with a small shrug.

She gasped, putting a dramatic palm to her forehead, leaning sideways in her seat, “but I’m a great actress!”

“As amazing as you are,” he kissed the top of her head, “nothing beats authenticity.”

She pouted, exaggerating her bottom lip to guilt him but she failed as his laugh rang out coating her with an immediate bubbly feeling.

The rest of the car ride consisted of very loud karaoke, including a solo rendition of ‘espresso’ from Grayson. Talah didn’t even try to argue when he said he wanted to whole song to himself. The car came to a smooth halt in perfect timing with the last line of ‘that’s what makes you beautiful’, giving Talah a moment to take in where she was.

“Surprise,” Grayson said.

“The beach!” she exclaimed, clambering out of the car as fast as her body would let her, “we’re at the beach! This had officially become the best day ever!”

He grinned, strolling up behind her, staring out on the horizon, “and it’s all yours today.”

Her jaw dropped, “ tell me you’re not serious.”

“But I am serious,” he replied smoothly.

“You rented a beach,” she deadpanned, masking her absolute shock.

“Yes,” he replied calmly, as if it was as regular as popping down to the shops for some extra bread, “you said you loved it,”

“I do love the beach,” she laughed, “but that wasn’t code for rent one for me.”

“It’s your birthday darling,” he said, “we have the money, let’s make it special.”

“You, Grayson Hawthorne,” she murmured in a low voice, turning to face him completely, “are such a wonderful person I can’t quite believe you’re even real.”

Looking down at that face, into those eyes was like an inevitable fate. He had to kiss her. It would be physically impossible not to. He leant down cupping her waist and drawing her in ever so slightly closer as he slowly brushed his lips against hers, allowing his eyes to flutter shut to fully experience the explosion of fireworks in his belly.

“Did that help you believe I’m real?” he murmured.

“Well I’m not too sure,” she smiled shyly, “maybe you’ll have do it again?”

He let out a deep chuckle from the back of his throat before gladly pushing his lips back onto hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and softly kissed him back, something magical blossoming in her soul. The sea air whipped around them, making the moment feel that little more perfect.

“I can’t believe we have the whole beach,” she shook her head laughing as they pulled away.

“Start believing it, my darling,” he said.

“Okay then,” she said, her face splitting into a wide mischievous grin that Grayson always ruled as something dangerous, “race you to the sea!”

And then she was gone. In a flash of pink fabric and dark hair, she’d taken off down the beach to reach the shoreline.

“Cheater!” Grayson yelled out, fully sprinting in attempts to catch her up.

“Snooze you loose!” she called over her shoulder, poking her tongue out at him and speeding up.

She laughed and made the final leg of the race a cartwheeled, instead of running it. The whole beach went upside down as she did but her toes landed exactly in the damp sand and water lapping them gently. Grayson came to a halt mere sending later, panting like a madman with flushed cheeks and a sweaty brow.

“I win,” she booped him on the nose, twirling around in her victory.

“With a ten second head start,” he grumbled.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t start running,” she replied, wide-eyed and innocent.

“I wasn’t ready,” he defended.

She giggled, tilting her head back and holding her belly, “excuses, excuses!” she waved him off.

“I’ll let you have this one because it’s your birthday and all,” he said, rolling his eyes in a playful manor.

She smiled gently, her eyes drifting to the line where the sky met the sea. She fixated on it, addicted to that stunning skyline, romanticised by the cotton candy clouds and the sweet sound of the waves lapping the shore. Although, the tranquility was soon interrupted by a splash. She glanced to her left to see no Grayson and instead ripples from the water beside him. He came up from air, after having dived into the ocean, and began to swim. He looked like an olympian, perfect precision in each arm stroke, bold power propelling him through the waves and a strong core.

“Come in!” he waved her over.

“Not yet,” she called back, desperate to analyse that skyline just a little longer before she started a swim of her own. It wasn’t every morning she could take in a sight like this and then swim straight after. She wasn’t sure Grayson sense that message as he emerged from the water and joined her on the wet sand, a little too prepared to give her a hug.

“No!” she shrieked giggling, putting a hand out to stop him, “I will swim I promise, you know how much I love it but I want to look at the sky for a bit.”

“They sky is always going to be there,” he replied, getting dangerously closer.

“Grayson Davenport Hawthorne I swear to you right now if you dare hug me with-“

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, his ocean drenched body leaching onto her. She squirmed, laughing hard as he pretended not to hear her protests trying to suppress his own chuckles to stay in character. He quickly flung her over his shoulder and spinning her around, until she was too dizzy to say another word. He set her down, wobbly and a little wet with ocean water now.

She swayed sideways into him, colliding with his very shirtless chest, “you are so dead to me,” she giggled, the world still spinning around her.

“That’s a bit mean, don’t you think?” he countered, making sure she was supported feeling a little guilty for spinning her so much.

She was still laughing when everything stopped spinning and once she had her balance, she shoved his chest, catching him so off-guard he tumbled backwards. Though not alone, moments between processing what had just happened and losing his balance, he quickly grabbed Talah’s wrist pulling her backwards with him. She gasped, getting a mouthful of sea water, as she was dragged down into the ocean with him.

“Now you’re extra dead to me,” she grinned, flicking some water into his eyes.

“Don’t start giving me special treatment darling, it’s your birthday remember,” he grinned back.

***

After a lovely day full of swimming and ice-cream and various odd-shaped sandcastles, the two sat wrapped in fluffy towels watching as the sun retreated back into clouds and the moon had her time to shine. Talah leant her head on Grayson’s shoulder, cosying close. The day they’d shared was so priceless she didn’t think she could recall another with so much worth in her heart. She silently snuck a few glances as his and the sea air teased his blonde hair that was beginning to wave with the salt of the sea. Her heart swelled as their eyes met and she suddenly felt like a little girl with a crush once again.

“I can’t believe you pulled me in the ocean this morning,” she snorted.

“I thought you forgave me after ice-cream,” he said, a flash of worry teasing his features.

“I was in my ice-cream coma when I said that,” she reminded him, “you know nothing counts when I’m in my ice-cream coma.”

“I do,” he shrugged happily, “but I’ve decided to ignore it,.”

“You and your denial,” she shook her head.

He pulled her into his lap gently and leant down into her ear, “happy birthday,” he whispered. A shiver ran down her spine and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was cold or whether it was his melodic voice.

“You already told me that,” she replied with a smile.

“I was worried you’d forgotten,” he said quietly.

They fell into a comfortable silence as the pink began to fade from the sky and weep into the deep red that seemed to be swallowing most other colour up anyways with hungry and bloodied lips.

“Oh,” he said quickly, “I almost forgot!”

He pulled a large, expensive looking box out of the beach bag and handed it to Talah. It was a pearly cream colour with a stunning navy ribbon tied to perfection across it.

She peered at it, “What’s this?”

“Your birthday present,” he replied, as her finger traced the ribbon.

“Aww thank you Gray!”

Slowly, tentatively, she untied the beautiful ribbon. It fell into a rippled pile which she scooped up and placed in her pocket to save. Then she wedged open the shiny box, revealing folded over tissue paper over an item. Cautiously, she peeled back the paper as gently as possible to reveal her present.

She gasped upon seeing a pair of knee high leather boots and matching coat. It was one of those effortless, long, chic pieces that she’d been talking about for just about forever. It took her a moment to take it all in before she responded.

“Oh my gosh! Grayson!” she exclaimed in her shock and excitement, “these are so beautiful, I can’t believe it!”

“I’m so glad,” he said, smiling at her face all lit up and sparkling.

“These boots are literally the most gorgeous things I’ve ever laid eye on,” she gushed, running her fingers over the leather a thousand times over, not quite believing they were real.

“I thought that was me,” he teased.

“That was before I saw these boots you vain little thing,” she winked.

“I knew I should’ve gotten you the ugly ones,” he joked, “now I’m second to a pair of stupid leather boots.”

Talah gasped, placing her palms over the boots as if they had ears, “don’t listen to the mean man,” she told them, “he doesn’t mean what he just said.”

“Are you talking to your boots?”he deadpanned, with one sharp eyebrow raised.

“Yes,” she retorted, “problem?”

“Not at all,” he grinned.

“Thank you so much Gray,” she said in barely a whisper.

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled, “they’re going to suit you so well.”

She kissed him gently before her focus was drawn back to the explosion of red and orange leaking from the burning ball of fire in the centre of it all.

“I love the beach,” she sighed, leaning into him, “and I love the sunsets. But most of all…” she took a long pause as if to say something meaningful, “… I love my boots.”

Grayson scowled in response.

“I’m joking,” she giggled, “it’s you. Most of all I love you”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close as she glowed, even in the sunset.

***

By the time they got back to the house there were stars twinkling, bright sparkles across the sea of black that called itself the sky. Talah opened the door hearing familiar humming coming from inside that she wasn’t expecting at all.

Avery was stood in the centre of the living room balanced precariously on a chair hanging up baby pink bunting across the room that read ‘Surprise Talah’ in silver glitter. Well that was what she assumed anyway as it seemed Avery had only gotten up to ‘Surprise Tal’.

“Talah,” she shrieked, nearly toppling over to greet her best friend, completely abandoning the bunting.

She flung her arms around Talah nearly knocking them both to the ground until they were lost in fits of giggles.

“Happy birthday!” Avery grinned, squeezing her tighter.

“Thanks Ave!” she smiled.

“You’re early,” she crossed her arms, now looking at Grayson.

His eyebrows pinched in at the centre, as he looked down at his watch, “no,” he replied slowly, “you’re late.”

She sighed, squeezing her eyes shut, muttering to herself “damn you Jameson,” before turning back to Talah, “see I was meant o have all the bunting fixed up by the time you got back but Jameson decided to make me late so here we are.”

“It doesn’t matter Ave, I love it anyway,” she replied.

Avery smiled softly giving her best friend another tight squeeze before glancing over at Grayson who was leaning in the doorframe and then back to Talah again, “has he told you yet?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion, “told me what?”

“No,” Grayson replied, looking at Avery, “I thought you would want to, seen as you almost talked my ear off about it for the last week.”

“Sorry I’m a bit lost,” Talah said.

Avery’s smile widened as she held onto Talah tightly, excitably, “we’ve thrown you a party at Hawthorne house!”

“Avery!” she squealed, nearly jumping up and down, “oh my gosh you didn’t have to!”

“Talah please,” she tusked, “you’re my best friend, how could I not? It would be criminal, besides Libby made her famous chocolate cake!”

“I’m sold,” she replied immediately.

“Fantastic,” she grinned, “want to get ready?”

“Yes please!” Talah nodded.

Avery’s eyes flicked to Grayson, “I’m stealing her,”

“No fair,” he pouted.

“You’ve had her all day,” Avery rolled her eyes, playfully, “you can get over it.”

“If she always this mean?” Grayson asked Talah.

“I mean it is Friday,” she shrugged.

“I should’ve known better,” he chuckled.

“I’m still here,” Avery stuck her tongue out at him.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t be able to forget,” he teased, “what am I even meant to do when you take her?”

“I’d just like to add, I’m going with freewill,” Talah piped up

“Exactly,” Avery said, “you can do whatever Grayson just not interrupt us, I haven’t seen my best friend on her birthday yet, do you have any idea how awful that is?”

“You have seen her,” he replied flatly, “you’re standing next to her.”

“You know what I mean,” she tutted, “Jameson will be here in twenty, do you think you can occupy yourself until then?”

“Jameson,” Grayson winced, “please tell him to come later, I don’t think I can deal with him for thirty minutes alone.”

“You grew up in the same household, you’ll survive,” Avery laughed.

“I warn you now,” he said slowly, “if it gets bloody, you let it happen.”

“You Hawthornes are so dramatic,” Avery scoffed, “come on Talah, let’s leave Romeo to his monologue.”

Grayson muttered something inaudible in reply and Talah blew him a quick kiss, as they made their way up the staircase.

“How was your day with grumpy down there?” Avery asked over her shoulder.

“It was amazing Avery!” Talah said, simply not able to wait to tell her every perfect detail, “He rented out a beach, I mean the whole beach and we just spent the day there.”

“That sounds gorgeous,” she sighed dreamily.

“It was so perfect,” she continued, “I swear these Hawthorne boys know how to treat a lady.”

“It’s like engrained into them,” Avery agreed, pushing the bedroom door open, “Jameson once bought me a pony just because I once said I wished I had one as a kid.”

“They’re crazy,” Talah shook her head, laughing.

“In the best way of course,” she replied, “okay, before we start anything to get ready I wanted to give you your present.”

“Thanks Ave,” she said gratefully, as she was handed a little wrapped box. She undid the wrapping paper gently to reveal a little pink box. Talah shimmied the lid open and inside sat a bottle of orebella perfume, her absolute favourite.

She threw her arms around Avery, now her turn to nearly knock them both over, “thank you, thank you, thank you! I am so wearing this tonight!”

“You’re welcome,” Avery giggled, “so for tonight’s outfit, I may or may not have picked a little something out and if you don’t like it just say but-“

She had revealed a white dress, smooth and classy. It had elegant pleats in the skirt and a cinched almost corseted waist and the neckline dipped a little but not too much. The perfect, sweet, dreamy dress.

She gasped, reaching out to touch the material, “Avery this is stunning.”

“You really like it?” She said, trying to read Talah’s expression for any hint of a polite lie.

“This is like my dream dress,” she said, “how did you know?”

“Call it best friend intuition,” she winked, “and possibly a good long stalk of all the clothes shops you’re subscribed to.”

Talah laughed, “well it’s beautiful and I’m so excited to wear it. What are you wearing?”

“I brought the dress you got me for Christmas to change into,” Avery said, holding the silky purple fabric up.

“Oh you look stunning in that one!” she exclaimed.

“Only because you picked it out,” she smiled in return, “do you want me to do anything with your hair?”

“Could you do those two little plaits,” Talah asked, remembering how she’d worn that style to the annual Hawthorne Christmas party and loved it, “I wanted to leave the rest natural.”

“Of course!” Avery replied excitedly, “let me get started.”

Avery weaved her fingers through the length of her hair, making light work of the desired plaits. Then it was her turn and Talah curled Avery’s hair as requested. She therapeutically spiralled the hair around the heated tool and releasing it over and over until Avery had a head of shiny loose curls.

“Makeup?” she asked.

“Nothing too loud,” Talah replied.

“As if I own anything remotely loud,” Avery laughed.

After a few touches of blush, concealer and mascara and a dash of sparkly highlighter, both girls felt ready. Talah admire at herself in the mirror, wrapping her arm around Avery’s back as Avery did the same to her. They stood together, as if ready to take on the world, in heels.

“We look gorgeous,” Avery grinned.

“We do,” Talah agreed.

They walked back down the stairs to meet Grayson and most likely Jameson who Talah thought she’d heard arrive during makeup. Grayson was waiting for her at the bottom.

As soon as he saw her, that was it. Grayson couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was a goddess, for some reason blessing his unworthy eyes. Her long her tumbled down her back with a few little plaits, looking effortlessly beautiful in place. Her dress hugged all the right places but the skirt still flowed out making accentuating the princess-esque feel to her look. Her eyes looked large and deep, glistening with all her heart and soul, speaking riddles and poems to Grayson he’d never be able to remember, only to feel in this moment. Her eyelashes were long and thick, lips and cheeks a little pinker than usual but face just as gorgeous.

“Eyes off,” Avery prodded his shoulder, using her free hand to snag his car keys, “you can stare at her the whole car ride and the rest of the night but to get there we have to leave on time.”

Grayson didn’t reply, his gaze never wavered from the angel staring back at him. He only wondered how me managed to get so lucky as she slipped her hand into his.

***

They pulled up at Hawthorne House not twenty minutes later and as they approached the door there was an orchestra of crashes and shouts. Talah’s smile widened, she couldn’t be more excited.

“Now the real party starts,” Avery winked over her shoulder, letting them all in.

Talah looked up at Grayson, a questioning look in her eyes, but he only shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. She slipped her hand back into his as he pulled her that little bit closer to his body and pressed a sweet kiss to her head. The music was so loud you could feel it thrumming in your chest but somehow the people were louder (namely Xander and Gigi), all those colourful beings that lit up Talah’s life in a menagerie of vibrancy. And just like Avery said.

The real party started.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS TALAH 💖💖 HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!

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