#Jameson please stop Hawthorne

[clarissaweasley-10]

THAT'S IT I'M BREAKING INTO JEN'S OFFICE TO STEAL GAMES UNTOLD.

who's coming with me??

[daysiesz]

returned - g.h

"happy birthday!!!"

you halt at the threshold of the room, shocked at the party your friends had put together for you. balloons, confetti, coloured lights, everyone in party hats. their smiles match your own, your cheeks hurting and heart swelling with gratitude.

you cover your mouth, stunned, and say, "thank you so much, oh my," pausing only to pull avery and libby into a hug as all three of you giggle. "i love you guys, thank you thank you thank you!!"

over avery and libby's shoulders, you look each hawthorne brother in the eye as you thank them. all but one. your hawthorne brother was on a business trip, today of all days. he'd been away for almost two weeks and both of you were a mess without the other. he was fully prepared to postpone the trip when he realized it aligned with your birthday, but you refused any chance of a loss to the foundation because of you. yes, grayson wasn't here, but the entire group had found a place in your heart, and you were more than happy to spend your evening with them.

"hold on, you didn't think that was all we had up our sleeve, did you?" jameson asks with a smirk.

"jameson, no crazy stuff, i'm begging you, no bikes on the beach-" you start, just as xander throws his arm around your shoulders.

"don't worry, it's just a very special gift," he says, his expression just as suspicious as his brother's.

you look to nash for help, but he only gives you an amused smile in return. suddenly, warm hands cover your eyes as you hear libby's voice say, "i'll go get it, no peeking!!"

the next couple minutes all you can hear is the rustling of paper and stifled laughs, avery's scolding from behind you, and barely contained grumbles.

"ok, you can see now," libby announces as avery removes her hands from your eyes and you open them and let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.

there, in all his glory, was your boyfriend, trying to keep up his annoyed facade (and failing) as he looks straight into your eyes. your boyfriend, with pink and white polka dot wrapping paper wrapped around his torso and upper legs, binding his arms to his body. and to top it all off, a pink satin bow tied around his neck.

your urge to run to him was overpowered by your unending laughter as you doubled over, tears pricking at your eyes. everyone laughed with you, and even grayson couldn't stop a chuckle from escaping him. a hard "no" would've been his usual response to ideas like this, but if he could experience the pure joy on your face and your laughter ringing in his ears everyday, then he would wear this damn bow all the time.

"you guys," you say once your laughter has died down and your cheeks are filled with warmth, "are the best. please tell me you've taken photos of this."

"enough to fill an album," xander assures you as you finally walk to grayson and throw your arms around his neck.

grayson buries his face in your neck and mutters, "i'd appreciate if you unwrap me so i could hug you back."

"shhh, i'm not sure birthday presents are supposed to talk."

you step away and are presented with a scissor to cut through the multiple layers of wrapping paper.

"y'know, if i didn't know you guys better, i'd think you actually enjoyed this," you joke as you cut through the paper, only to find more under it.

"enjoy tormenting gray and putting a bow on him? never," jameson states dramatically, hand on his chest.

"and how are you here this early anyway?"

"finished work as soon as i could and got here this afternoon," grayson explains, shooting jameson a glare over your head.

after about seven minutes of teasing (and photos), only a couple more layers were left, and grayson's patience finally wanes. he rips off the remaining paper and frees his arms, immediately enveloping you in them, hugging you properly this time.

"there we go," he mumbles as he buries his face in your hair and his thumbs rub small circles at your hips. you sigh happily, holding him close and allowing yourself to bask in his presence, as the others leave the room to get the cake.

"i think this is your best look yet," you declare, pulling back just enough to see his face. the adoring look in his eyes almost makes you melt.

"i love you so much, it's disgusting. i'm afraid i can't help but turn into a pink, polka-dotted abomination," grayson jokes, making you dissolve into laughter again with the dry sense of humour he only uses around you.

you pull him closer by his bow and kiss him, letting all the love nestled inside you pour into him. he places one hand on your jaw and caresses your cheek, as if you were the most treasured being in his life.

as you pull away you mutter, "i love you. keep the bow on."

a/n: what possessed me to write this i do not know, but that's truly not the point. thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged my first post!! i appreciate it, and i'm glad other people can enjoy the scenarios that rot my brain too ♡

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: an emotional rollercoaster

pairing: xander hawthorne x reader

synopsis: you hate rollercoasters but with a little persuasion xander manages to get you on one only you’d forgotten how badly you couldn’t handle them

warnings: dizziness/feeling faint

a/n: hope you enjoy 🤍🤍

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“No!” I exclaim for the fiftieth time , throwing my head back and laughing.

“Please,” Xander begs, pulling out his puppy dog eyes.

Usually they’d work but with what was at stake I was not about to let them win me over this time.

I turn my head stubbornly, “no.”

“Please!” he says desperately.

“Xander I already told you I’m not going on any of these,” I remind him with a smile.

I mean I wasn’t going to come at all, it was a miracle Xander got me out of the house. Theme parks were not my scene, I hated rollercoasters and people and crowds and basically everything about the place. Still, Xander had begged me to go and I had obliged. Damn those puppy dog eyes.

“They’re honestly not that bad,” he says, glancing up at one of the largest death-inducing machines of mankind.

“Nu-uh we had a deal,” I reply stubbornly, “I would come to the theme park and watch everyone else if I didn’t have to go on any of the rides.”

He looks at me pleadingly, “just one.”

“No Xand I hate them,” I deadpan.

“You could handle this one easily,” he rolls his eyes playfully pointing to one with about six loops.

“I told you about my rollercoaster trauma!” I exclaim, glaring at him.

“You were five and under the height limit,” he reminds me.

“And I still passed out,” I almost yell.

“Just one tiny weeny little ride,” he says, squinting excessively and making weird hand gestures as if I’d magically be convinced.

“No,” I chuckle, “how do you not understand that word?”

“He hasn’t since he was about two,” Jameson chirps in passing, walking off to a food cart with Avery, “you’ll get used to it.”

Xander jabs him in ribs as he passes and the turns back to me. A stubborn dog with a bone. Nearly as stubborn as me.

“Come on,” he sings, “you know you want to.”

I raise an eyebrow, “in what alternate universe is that?”

He opens his mouth to reply but I already know what he is going to say.

“The answer is no,” I reply.

“What if…” he grins with that mischievous Hawthorne look in his eyes, “…you ride this one with me I’ll buy you ten books on the way home.”

I stop. Physically come to a halt to process the possibility. Ten books. Ten whole books. It’s an irresistible offer and he knows it.

“Even the limited edition version of shatter me?” I test him.

I’ve been begging him for months and the only reason he’s said no is because I have five other copies at home. Even though I insist this one is a must, he strongly disagrees.

He sighs, his chocolate eyes flicking to me with a withered expression, “yes even the limited edition of shatter me.”

My jaw drops as I grab his arm and I almost start to jump up and down, “are you kidding?”

“One ride baby and it’s all yours,” Xander winks back.

There’s a long pause. I hate rollercoasters, I hate theme parks, I hate the thought of going on a ride but I love books, I love the shatter me series and I would love limited edition copy…

Decisions, decisions…

“Fine,” I grumble.

His whole face lights up and my heart swells, I love it when he looks like this, “you’re serious?”

“One ride for ten books one of which a limited edition, sounds like a pretty good deal for me,” I shrug, the nerves creeping in as I realise what I’m really getting myself into.

“So you mean for the whole of today I could’ve bribed you with books,” he says, staring at me like I was his world as he tucked my hair behind my ears.

“Probably,” I nod.

“Damn it,” he mutters.

I poke my tongue out and begin to walk again.

Xander laughs and holds my shoulders, softly turning me around, “the line is this way honey.”

He steers me over to an extremely lengthy queue leading to something I knew I seriously did not want to set foot on. I gape at the line.

“It’s worth the wait,” Xander explains, reading my expression.

“Indeed it is,” comes a familiar voice. I spin around to find Jameson behind me, joining the queue.

“Where did you come from?” Xander asks.

“The food cart line was too long and I got distracted,” he shrugs.

“And we’ve wanted to do on this all day,” Avery adds pointing up.

I stare at her, “this?”

“Yep,” Jameson nods, leaning on the railing, “so how comes Xander’s roped you into this one.”

“He promised me books,” I explain.

He grins at Xander, “smart one.”

He looks around, “where did everyone else go?”

“Lib went on the death drop again and of course Nash said yes to going with her practically with hearts pulsating in his eyes,” Jameson continues .

“She’s addicted to that ride,” Xander chuckles, shaking his head

I tilt my head to admire him. It‘s hard not to. I like to just watch him sometimes, the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards every few seconds, the way his eyes light up when he talks to his brother, everything, I loved everything.

“I know,” Jameson hums in response, “Grayson and Lyra made a bet on who could walk in a straight line and not spill any water after the teacups, my money is on Lyra.”

“Mine too,” he says, “how does Gray think he stands a chance with all the pirouettes she can do?”

Jameson shrugs, “ he’s a stubborn idiot.”

“Not like you can say much then,” Avery smiles, batting her eyelashes at him.

Jameson slips an arm around her waist and pulls her in, “that one hurt heiress.”

“What a shame,” she murmurs, her gaze pinned to his green eyes.

From then on their conversation sort of blurs. There’s sound but I don’t identify any of the words. It’s all in the background, I’m too busy analysing the death wish to which I’d signed a forever binding contract to. How had I managed to be persuaded so easily?

“Don’t look so petrified,” Xander mumbles into my hair, wrapped his around me from the back and reeling me into his chest.

“It’s a little difficult,” I reply, not breaking eye contact from the rollercoaster.

“You might love it,” he says.

“Trust me when I tell you, I will not,” I scoff.

“I can’t believe he convinced you,” Avery says, shaking her head.

“I am magical like that,” Xander responds and I can hear the grin I loved so much in his voice.

“Sure,” Jameson rolls his eyes.

“Hey!”

I look at Jameson, “have you been on this one before?”

“Only a thousand times,” Jameson grins, “me and Xander used to stuff things in our shoes to surpass the height limit so we could go on with Nash and Gray.”

My jaw drops without my consent, “and none of you have ever died?”

“Well Gray’s a bit emotionally dead but-“ Jameson begins, when Avery whacks him and gives him a sharp warning look, “hey ow! let me finish! But that has nothing to do with a rollercoaster.”

“Good to know,” I sigh.

“You’ll be fine,” Xander soothes, rubbing my and own my arms, “don’t worry about it.”

“Unless you fall out,” Jameson smirks, “then you most definitely won’t be fine.”

Avery’s glare becomes more piercing and a fear I wasn’t used to seeing in Jameson flickers across his face. Usually it would amuse me to see him scared but right now I was too focussed on my own worries.

“Jamie don’t be mean,” she snaps.

“I mean it’s a fact if you fall out-“

“Pay no attention to what comes out of his mouth,” she cuts him off, addressing me, “I don’t half the time.”

“Ouch heiress you know how to cut me deep,” Jameson winces holding the left side of his chest.

Avery takes a step closer to him, tilting her head up softly to meet his gaze, a small smile laces her lips, “I know how to do a lot more than that.”

I watch them, wondering if me and Xander ever looked that in love.

“Guys, get a room,” Xander announces.

I wrinkled my nose.

“I didn’t even mean it like that!” Avery exclaims.

“Sure!” he rolls his eyes with a scoff.

I step to the side and tilt my head seeing the endless queue of people. If the queue is as long as I think it is I might never reach the front. Perfect I wouldn’t have to die on a rollercoaster, just in the line for one.

“How long is this queue?” I ask, changing the subject

“Not that long,” Jameson shrugs, “wait time’s only an hour.”

“An hour?” I gape in my surprise, “people queue an hour for this?”

“Says the girl who camped out when Holly Black came to a book signing,” Xander teases.

I fold my arms and stare at him with my eyebrows raised, “your point?”

“This is people’s Holly Black book signing,” he explains.

“This?” I almost yell in disbelief, “this death trap?”

“Precisely.”

I shake my head, “I will never understand people.”

“That’s what I love about you,” he winks.

I narrow my eyes as he takes the small of my back into his palms, “the only thing?” I ask softly.

“Of course not,” he grins, “but if I sat here and listed it to you we’d be dead before I got to the end.”

“How morbidly adorable,” I reply dryly, secretly melting inside.

He laughs, his eyes sparkling with something that made my heart race, “I love you.”

“If you loved me I would not be in this line,” I deadpan.

“And if you loved me you’d ride this rollercoaster with me,” he counters, poking his tongue out.

“See I never said I loved you back when you told me you loved me,” I shrug.

“Your eyes did though,” Xander replies, making my cheeks tint a gentle pink colour.

A smile breaks out into my face and steals away my features, “what did I tell you about reading my eyes?”

“Are you two quite finished?” Jameson coughs.

“No we haven’t snogged yet,” I snap back, “shut up.”

“I mean you can’t say a lot Jamie,” Xander adds, “you and Avery are x rated compared to us.”

“We are not x rated,” Avery steps in.

“Oh so when I walked in on you-“

“We’re in public Xander,” Jameson yells, panic and desperation flickering through his eyes.

Xander smiles satisfactorily, “that’s what I thought.”

“Let them have their moment Jamie,” Avery murmurs softly, taking his hand.

I look back to Xander, “where were we?”

“You were complaining about my eye reading tendencies,” he answers, flashing me a grin.

“Well,” I shrug softly, “it’s not fair you know what I’m thinking all the time.”

“You want to know what I’m thinking right now?” he whispers, forehead pressed against mine.

“Hmmm,” I hum.

“I’m thinking I want to kiss you,” he murmurs, his voice is low and in the back of his throat, making my insides go weak.

I let my lips nearly sit on his, “then why aren’t you?”

He smiles and slowly initiates this kiss. His lips brush over mine so gentle and tentative. His hands slide in my back, then around my neck and finally cupping my face.

“Has that helped with the nerves?” he asks a hint of seduction in his voice that he only used when we were in particular circumstances.

“You might need to do it again,” I say with doe eyes.

“I don’t want to traumatise too many kids we might get kicked out,” he chuckles.

“If we get kicked out that means I don’t have to go on this ride,” I beam.

“That’s why we’re not getting kicked out,” he says, booping the tip of my nose.

I sigh. It was worth a shot.

“It feels like I’ve moved nowhere,” I complain, peering down at the line that’s just as long as before.

“They’re very little steps,” he reasons.

I say, my aching limbs weighing like lead, “Xand my legs hurt.”

“Come here then…”

He opens his arms and I lazily lean on him like he’s my life support. He wraps his arms around me and brings me into a comforting hug. I’d always loved being in Xander’s arms, he was hands down the world’s best hugger. I felt safe and warm and loved.

“You tired?” he asks, probably noticing my eyes drooping slightly.

“Mhmmm.”

He laughs, “you look so cute right now,”

“Stop it,” I blush, shying away from his gaze.

“You do,” he says, “your face was all squished.”

“Oh thanks,” I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

“I love it.”

“That is not a compliment,” I say, leaning back onto him again. My wimps of legs aching as if I’d never held my own weight up before.

“Here get on my back,” Xander offers.

“You want go piggy back me?” I raise my eyebrows, folding my arms.

He looks me dead in the eyes, as serious as Xander gets, “yes, I want to piggy back you.”

I hesitate before I remember who I’m dating, then I shrug, “okay.”

And with that I just casually hopped onto his back and rebranded myself of his personal backpack.

“I feel like a koala,” I murmur into his ear.

“Don’t koalas usually cling onto the front?” Xander asks.

I shrug, “I don’t know, I’m not a koala expert.”

I rest my head on his shoulder and slump onto him. I can feel my nerves growing. I’ve tried to suppress them and distract myself from feeling them but now they were on the rise the closer to the front we got. I subconsciously play with the fabric of Xander’s shirt rubbing the fibres gently between my fingers over and over in a rhythmic pattern.

“What’s wrong?” he asks me. He knows me so well it hurts.

“Oh,” I murmur, a little consumed in my own anxious thoughts, “no nothing.”

“You sure?”

I hum in response as we take another step closer to the front of the queue. From the amount of people in front of us I assumed we’d be in the next lot to board. I chew the inside of my lip accidentally piercing it, the taste of metal filling my mouth.

“Xand,” my voice shakes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to do this,” I tell him.

He sets me down and places him hands on my hips, “what are you scared of?”

“Dying,” I reply immediately.

“Well that’s not going to happen at all and I can tell you that for sure,” he comforts.

“What if it does?”

“I won’t let it,” he replies, “besides we’re in the queue now there’s no turning back.”

“There is I can turn around right now and walk back that way,” I say pointing behind him.

Xander grins, “no no no, we are here now.”

We take another step forwards and the people infront of us begin to get on. We’re getting closer and closer to the start. My heart pounds in my chest, I can hear it roaring through my ears.

I stumble backwards in a panic, “I can’t do this, I actually can’t do it.”

“Yes you can,” he says gently, “I’ve got you.”

“Xander,” I exhale rubbing my temples, “I am freaking out.”

“Hold my hand.”

“Unless your hand has some magic anti-panic power that is really not going to help,” I exclaim.

“Good thing I’ve been brushing up on my sorcery,” he jokes with a witty expression.

“Xand I’m serious,” I hyperventilate with a deadly look in my eyes.

“Well you’re on it now,” he shrugs.

My jaw nearly drops, I’m sat on the rollercoaster and I hadn’t even realised I’d gotten on. I’d been too focussed on my mess of feelings that I’d been led on.

“I think I should get off,” I squeeze his hand.

“If you really want to you should,” Xander says with a soft look in his eyes.

I don’t move. My brain is telling me to but some force is pulling me down to my seat. Maybe I’m trying to prove something to myself or maybe I just really want that book. Whatever it is, I remain where I am.

I look at him with a determined sharpness in my eyes, “give me your hand.”

He beams widely and extends his arm, squeezing my palm in his.

“If you let go of me I will kill you,” I snap.

He tilts his head to the side and shoot me a lopsided grin, “I’ll never let go of you.”

And then it begins.

***

I had my eyes closed for the whole ride, screamed even when it had stopped and probably made Xander’s hand go purple with how tightly I was squeezing it.

The world spins as we get off and I stumble to meet the others.

“You’re looking a little pale there y/n,” Nash drawls, his eyebrow arched in concern.

“Feel dizzy,” I slur, panicked. I reach for my boyfriend, “Xand?”

My voice is barely a sound, you can hear the fear infecting every note.

“I got you,” he murmurs, supporting me with a hand around his waist .

His hand is warm against my side, still I can’t stand straight, “I hate you,” I grumble.

“I know,” he says, pulling me in closer so all of my weight is practically on him.

“I hated that.”

“I know.”

“I’m going to fall over,” I warn him, feeling my legs about to give way, “and my head really hurts.”

“Come here,” Xander tells me gently.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me up into his arms, bridal style. My heavy head lolls towards him chest and collides with it.

“I’m just going to close my eyes to stop the spinning,” I say, my words disjointed and distant.

“You do that sweetie” he leans down and kisses my forehead and I feel his grip tighten around me.

“What did you do to her?” Libby asks, I can feel her gentle hand on my forehead checking for a temperature.

“I didn’t do anything,” Xander defends, “the giant metal contraption to our left however, did some real damage.”

“You got her on a rollercoaster,” I hear Lyra say and I can imagine her jaw is dropped, given the many conversations we’d had on how I would never go on a rollercoaster.

“Biggest life regret,” I mumble, eyes still shut.

Xander explains, “I promised to buy her books.”

“Who knew she could be so easily bribed,” Grayson comments dryly.

“Never again,” I groan, burying my face into Xander’s shirt to block out the light. I can smell him, his scent. It’s sweet, it’s comforting, it’s home. My heart rate slows a little and I feel my limbs relax.

“She looks like she’s dying,” Jameson responds.

“Thanks,” I scoff sarcastically with all the energy I had left.

Avery snaps, barely half a beat after me, “Jameson that’s horrible!” I hear a thump and a dramatic ‘ow’ and presume Avery whacked him.

“I feel like I’m dying,” I shrug, regretting trying to support my own head.

“Geez Xand I think you broke her,” Lyra says.

“Then I’ll fix her right back up,” he replies.

“I think she’s past the point of fixing,” Jameson says.

“Nothing is past the point of fixing,” Xander responds, a hard determination in his voice.

“Do we need to call someone or get some help?” Libby asks her eyebrows pinching together with a maternal concern.

I try to shake my head and fail miserably, “I’m just dizzy, it’ll pass.”

“Give her a sip of water,” Nash advises handing Libby a bottle.

She gently lifts my head and tips some down my throat, making sure I’d swallowed before I laid back down.

“Better?” I hear her ask.

“Yeah,” I respond.

“You’re a pathetic liar sweetheart,” Xander says with a small laugh.

“Shut up I’m fine,” I reply, although I very much did not feel fine.

“I’m going to take you home.”

Guilt twinges in my stomach.

“No, no,” I rush, trying to sit up in his arms and failing miserably, “don’t ruin your day, just stick me on the floor and I’ll be fine.”

It’s a total lie but I don’t care. He shouldn’t have to miss out because I can’t handle something.

“We’ll see you guys a bit later,” he turns to the others, before beginning to walk towards the exit.

“Xander I’m fine, it’s fine,” I say, squirming, “put me down.”

“Stop talking sweetheart it’s going to hurt your head,” Xander replies planting another kiss on my forehead.

“Don’t drop me then,” I murmur helplessly, clinging to him even tighter.

“Even if my arms go numb there’s no way I’m letting you go,” he says.

I wince, “I was not built for rollercoasters.”

“No you weren’t my love,” Xander agrees softly.

I groan in response, the spinning getting progressively worse.

“I’m sorry sweetie,” he says as he tentatively strokes my cheek, “I didn’t think it’d make you feel this bad.”

“I did try to warn you,” I murmur leaning into his touch.

“I know I’m sorry,” he replies and I can hear the worry in his voice,

I fall back into his arms and close my eyes to relieve myself from the dizziness, “I don’t want you to miss out because of me,” I whisper, “I don’t want your day to be ruined because I can handle a stupid little rollercoaster.”

“I’m not missing out,” he reassures me, “I’ve got everything I could ever want bundled in my arms right now,”

“That was really cute,” I giggle, “and I’ll appreciate more when I’m not seeing stars.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, real guilt thickening his tone.

I had only meant it as a joke but hearing that rawness in his voice made something in my heart twist. My mind paints the ashamed look in his kind eyes. I despise the thought.

“Don’t feel bad,” I say quickly.

He forces a chuckle, “I do feel bad.”

“You know how you can make it up to me?” I open my eyes, and see double of him, not that I mind. Two Xander’s aren’t so bad to look at.

“No ,” he frowns, “how?”

***

I curl up with my special edition shatter me novel, taking in each word. I know it’s going to be the best reread of my life. I can’t help but keep flicking back to admire the cover. It’s the most gorgeous thing I own.

Everything stopped spinning around an hour after I got off of that death trap and I can actually make out the words.

I feel his eyes on me, I always can. I look up with a grin and to no surprise I’m right. Xander’s standing there staring at me, a small smile lacing his lips. He looks at me like I’m worth more than each and every blueberry scone in the universe, which is a big compliment from him.

He walks over and sits down beside me and I notice two mugs in each of his hands. One is decadently topped with whip cream, chocolate shavings sprinkles and a whole world of other things and the other was plain. I think it was safe to say who’s was who’s. He passes me a the non-embellished steaming mug and I can’t help but smile, “worth it?” he asks me, eyebrows raised at the book.

“For my mental health,” I begin slowly, “no, for this book, absolutely.”

“You’re a little odd,” he shoots me a very Hawthorne grin, “has anyone ever told you that?”

I move closer to him, “I may have heard it here and there.”

“But that’s why I love you,” he whispers cupping my face in his hands.

“Good thing I love you too then,” I murmur with a little laugh as his lips crash into mine.

hey lovelies!! yes I am alive!!

sorry this isn’t a req fic and sorry it’s taken me so long to get another fic out, I’ve had loads of tests lately and a busy time in general. hopefully I’ll be able to write more regularly when it’s all done but for now unfortunately it’ll be a bit hit and miss, hope you can understand <33

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this is an excuse for me to share my controversial tig (and other books) opinions. (BTW IF U HAVE SOME U WANT TO ADD ON PLSSSS DO I LOVED GOING THRU THE COMMENTS OF THAT TT POST AND READING PPLS CONTROVERSIAL OPINIONS SO I NEED MORE)

1. toby hawthorne was a BAAAAD father. (thank you to @beautifulmusicengineer for opening my eyes about this cuz wtf) he came and went as he pleased, (ik he was worried about tobias coming after him… but bae cmon hes all the way in texas and on his deathbed ur fine) compared avery to her DEAD MOTHER every waking second which stopped being cute VERY quickly, and realized that he was a shit father while his daughter was 19 YEARS OLD (eve) and had been invisible all her life, took her into hiding, and then was surprised that she didnt want anything to do with him and didnt like him whatsoever. LIKE BITCH THAT IS THE EQUIVALENT OF TAKING A RANDO OFF THE STREET, STICKING THEM IN UR BASEMENT, AND THEN TELLING THEM UR THEIR FATHER LIKE WTF 😭😭😭

2. i like eve more than i do toby

3. lia zhang wasnt iconic she was honestly just a headache for me and for cassie 😓😓

4. the naturals shouldnt have more books, UNLESS its to pursue that twelve novella plot, AND EVEN THEN THATS JUST THE NATURALS BUT WITH 13 YEAR OLDS 😭😭 im sorry but the series is done. it doesnt need more books. and im sorry but if jennifer were to make a book about agent sterling and agent briggs kids i would actually delete my account and go into hiding because i LOOOVE them but girl. WE DO NOT NEED TO KNOW WHAT UR KIDS ARE DOING, LET THE SERIES REST 😭🙏🙏

5. ill prob read the toby book just bc i get fomo easily and want to be involved with what goes on in this fandom, but we do not need tobys pov whatsoever. like he loves her, we get it, we’ve BEEN getting it every time he sees avery and immediately starts writing a sonnet on how much she looks like her mother

6. i hate michael townsend. like when cassie came back from LITERALLY BEING FUCKING KIDNAPPED AND CHASED AROUND A FOREST BY MICHAEL MYERS II, AND ALL THAT BITCH HAD TO TALK ABOUT WAS HOW SHE CHOSE DEAN????? i was going to throw atrocious hands and considered sentencing him and lia both to a torture chamber xx

7. i hate hate HATE when theres a love triangle snd the author randomly makes one of the people in it WHO WAS BETTER THAN THE OTHER OPTION a TERRIBLE person just because the other option is ass cheeks. no this doesnt apply to grayson and jameson, i actually really liked how jlb made eve come to hawthorne house because it showed avery that grayson wasnt prepared to love anybody aside from emily yet. THIS IS TARGETED TOWARDS LEGENDBORN.

(spoilers for bloodmarked, book two of the legendborn trilogy) THIS BOOK ACTUALLY MADE MY BLOOD BOIL. TELL ME WHY TF SEL (theres a love triangle with a guy named selwyn, a girl named bree, and a guy named nick) IS THERE ALL THE TIME AND ALL HE DOES IS PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. AND OFC NICK IS KIDNAPPED OR SOME SHIT AND HE CAN ONLY TALK TO BREE THROUGH SPIRITUAL FACETIMES??? IDFK AND THEN AT THE END NICK (who was kidnapped for MONTHS and was so skinny he could probably fly away in the wind) RAN AWAY FROM A BATTLE THAT BREE AND SEL WERE FIGHTING AGAINST THIS DEMON OR SMTH, AND THEN BREE USES THAT AS JUSTIFICATION TO KISS SEL (for the millionth time btw, even tho she was dating nick 😁😁) LIKE BITCH WTF???

8. if u cant tell by my last controversial rant opinion, i DDEEESSPPPIISEEEEEE selwyn, and i strongly dislike bree.

anywayssss thats all!!! pls dont kill me you guys 😓😓

[wonnieluvr]

thinking of you

pairing -> grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

summary -> grayson can’t get you off his mind even years after your messy breakup. do you still think about him too?

warnings -> angst again lol 😭 i tried to make it a happy ending but idk yet

a/n -> pt.2 to this fic but can be read as a standalone :) this one is long, woo 😮‍💨 i also dk if gray is a bit ooc, i tried..

you had been grayson's first love. and sometimes, he believed you were the only one he had truly loved.

you were perfect. and you knew him so well. it had never been difficult with you.

he had never been as happy as he was with you. he hadn't even imagined a world where the two of you broke up.

and yet... you were standing there, across the room.

and you weren't his anymore. how could he have ever let you go?

he could feel his chest tightening, it was becoming harder to breath.

all he could think of was you, you were right there. could he really see you again? he knew in his heart that he still loved you, he could feel the painful twinge in his heart at the thought of you leaving again. leaving without even saying goodbye, without even trying to make this right.

"gray? what are you doing?" he barely registered jameson’s voice, his brother nudging his side to get him to focus. they were meant to be taking photos for the paparazzi and all grayson could do was stare at you.

jameson posed for him, wrapping his arm around grayson’s neck to pull his attention away long enough for a good photo. or at least, one that wouldn’t spark any rumours.

grayson’s scowl was a normal sight, normal enough to please the paparazzi.

“gray” jameson hissed as they moved away to a further less crowded area of the gala. “what the hell are you doing?”

“she’s here jamie..” grayson’s tone was airy, filled with unresolved emotion. he didn’t sound anything like himself. that immediately set off warnings in jameson’s mind.

“who’s here?” jameson was as inconspicuous as grayson had been, head wildly swinging around the room to find who his brother could possibly be talking about.

that seemed to snap enough sense back into grayson. “stop it” he snarled, pulling on jameson’s shoulder in an effort to stop him. “you look stupid, come on”

jameson finally turned back, frowning in offence. “rude. so you’re allowed to act weird and i’m not?” he huffed, subtly glancing around the room this time. “can you just tell me who we’re talking about now?”

“y/n”

jameson froze, eyes widening. “what?”

grayson didn’t reply for a moment, too busy looking for you again. he had almost given up, you probably weren't even here anymore.

had you seen him? had you left at the sight of him? he sucked in a sharp breath at that thought, trying to believe you wouldn't but he knew you would. you would turn and leave the minute you saw him.. it was his fault, after all.

jameson was staring at him, trying to decipher what he was thinking. "look, i don't think this is going to go well.." he begun, the look of disapproval an unusual one for the younger brother. "but, if you're going to talk to her, take it somewhere private"

grayson blankly stared at him back for a moment, struggling to believe that his brother was really encouraging this.

"what?" jameson raised an eyebrow at him. "we all knew how much she meant to you gray, you were never the same after she left" he shook his head, "i don't know if you, or we deserve a second chance but you should try"

"thank you.." grayson's shoulders dropped their stiff posture slightly, grateful for his family for once. not his mother, his aunt, his grandfather but his brothers.

"go on, i've got distraction" he didn't like the look of jameson's proud grin but he could care less what jamie was up to this time. he needed to see you.

he caught sight of your dress first, across the ballroom. he made an immediate dart line for you, weaving between people and looking over their heads to keep track of where you were. you were moving again when he finally reached out, fingers clasping around your wrist.

"y/n"

he could feel himself at a loss for words, his breath even leaving him when you turned. you looked as beautiful as you had back then. even more so, maybe.

you were confused but that quickly turned to a look he knew all too well, one that didn't suit you at all. the sadness, the melancholy, the pain.

"gray.. what are you doing?" your voice. oh, how he had missed hearing you say his name. your beautiful voice.

"y/n i-" he could feel his throat tightening. "i need to speak to you. please"

grayson hawthorne was not a man who said please. not to anyone. but you, he would plead on his knees until you came back to him. if you came back to him.

you looked unsure, but eventually you agreed, pulling him along casually as though you were just talking like anyone else. but you weren't anyone else. not to him.

he couldn't help the way his eyes stayed glued to your figure, taking in everything that had changed. you still managed to leave him breathless, even after all these years.

when you were out in one of the more secluded corridors you finally parted from him, dropping his hand and taking a step back. even the way your arms tightened around your waist broke his heart, you were protecting yourself. from him.

"what did you want to talk about?" you were trying to be assertive, short. you wanted this over with.

he winced slightly. "i'm sorry" he had never said that to you as desperately as he did now. he should have.. "i should have defended you, i should have stopped them, i should have- i should have done a lot of things. and i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, y/n. please, you have to understand-"

"i do understand, gray. but you never came after me" your voice was meek and full of emotion. you were trying not to cry. he had hurt you. badly. "you never called, you never texted, you never spoke to me again. what was i supposed to think then? was i just a game? did even really want me? or was i just a fun summer fling? someone you could let go of when you're done messing around with them?"

you were getting angry.

"i can't let you go!" he snapped, his voice loudly echoing down the hall. he didn't even notice, didn't care. you had to understand. "i can't stop thinking about you. you never left my mind. i see you everywhere i go. i kept all of our pictures in the foundation, i can't go anywhere without thinking about you! i never wanted anyone else. i just wanted you and i was stupid and stuck up and i left you! i loved you"

you stayed silent as he breathed heavily, running his hands through his hair. he couldn't look at you, not after that.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't bother you-" he begun, voice quiet. he was ashamed. he was the solid hawthorne, he never broke. but you weren't a hawthorne game, a mystery. you were not what he was used to and as much as he hated feeling like this, you were worth it.

you cut him off, "stop it" he looked up now as your voice cracked. you were crying. his hand raised, instinctually, ready to hold you but paused as he remembered you weren't his. "stop it" you repeated, turning away from him and fiercely attempting to wipe away your tears.

you hated him, you hated the way he made you feel. you hated that you loved him.

he stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. was this it? were you telling him to leave, to never talk to you again. you stepped towards him again, eyes narrowed and trying to keep up the angry facade.

"i hate you so much, grayson hawthorne" he could practically feel his heart break the minute those words left your lips. "you're so-" you threw your hands up, unable to voice just how frustrated you were. "how dare you come here? how dare you come back to me now? you're so annoying! i hate you! i hate how much i think about you. i hate that you're always on my mind. i hate that i can't stop watching your interviews, that i can't stop looking up whether you have a girlfriend. i hate you so much.." you trailed off, hands clutching at his suit jacket as you teared up again.

"i loved you, gray.. i love you so much" he didn't know if it was a mistake that you had changed the tense of that sentence but he wasn't going to question it. not now that you were in his arms. he gently embraced you, head pressing into your neck, breathing in your familiar perfume. you were so beautiful.

"y/n?" a voice called from down the hall, confused. "i heard yelling, are you okay?"

you froze in his arms, slowly pulling back and patting your face dry. you looked just as you had when you'd led him down the corridor. beautiful. "everything's fine, darling. we were just catching up"

darling. grayson's heart twisted in a painful way at the word leaving you mouth. his eyes narrowed coldly at the man standing at the end of the corridor. "gray, this is my date.." you gently introduced the two, frowning slightly. unnoticeable to your date but he knew.

as you went to leave again, you took his hand, squeezing it tightly. "gray" you whispered, your eyes shining. "wait for me, please? please, i can't lose you again" he almost couldn't speak, stunned. he nodded, dumbly. hand chasing yours as you disappeared.

his hand may have been cold, but his heart was warm. for you, he would wait forever.

tags 🫶 @pockyyasii

[violetvines]

Can you please write a sisters HC about Avery and Libby

here we gooo

avery & libby, the best sister duo 🍭

- after they had their own kids and libby moved out of hawthorne house, they promised to meet each other every other week to catch up (their highlights of the month)

- libby always gives her relationship and parenting advice

- when avery quarrelled with jameson one time, she was so upset over it and cried on the phone and libby immediately came over with blankets, a tub of vanilla ice-cream (avery's fav, so classic) and they had a childhood movie marathon together

- way back then, during the extremely rare times libby was allowed to go over to avery and her mom's house, she would practise baking there and sneak avery the pastries she made even if hannah specifically told her not to give avery anymore sweet treats

- after her mom died, avery kinda sorta crashed out (but she would try to hide it in front of everyone in school) but libby would always know and she was super worried about the whole thing to the point that she would wake up super early in the mornings to make avery her favourite muffins to take to school, as a reminder that she would always be there for her

- the whole "share a bed together" tradition started during this time, when avery couldn't sleep at night; libby would always notice her being tired throughout the day and that's how she found out avery hadn't been sleeping well – so she invited avery into her room and it really helped her sleep better

- avery once overheard an exchange between alisa and libby and she realised the subtle jabs alisa liked to give when she spoke to libs – she had a chat with alisa after that and requested that she stop speaking to libby in that way or else she would cause a major press crisis (and we all know alisa is a perfectionist and wants to maintain the hawthorne image so she obviously balked and was forced to agree)

avery literally told her "i've got my eye on you"

- every time they have sibling fights, they always end up apologising to each other in their own ways – libby will bake ave cupcakes (her love language is gift-giving) and ave will plan an apology outing (her love language is quality time)

- although the prison sentence for attempted murder (in texas) is a max of 20 years, avery pulled some strings to get drake imprisoned for life – honestly she'd wanted to do this ever since the beginning before even inheriting, but now she actually had the power to do so

"no one messes with my sister and gets away with it"

- libby and jameson + avery and nash coordinate with each other to surprise their significant others on their birthdays <3

[lyragrayson4ever]

Mr Winfield (Lyra x Grayson)

The room felt cold.

Not physically—Hawthorne House was never anything less than perfect—but emotionally, it was ice. The announcement had shattered something in all of them.

Gigi Hawthorne. Kidnapped.

Grayson’s little sister.

Security had kicked in immediately. Full lockdown. All contestants’ belongings were searched, dissected, questioned. No one was allowed to be present when their items were rifled through—no matter how personal.

Lyra Kane hadn’t seen what they’d done to hers.

So when she stepped back into the room afterward, she expected a mess. But she didn’t expect—

She didn’t expect him.

Mr. Winfield.

Torn open like he was nothing. Like he hadn’t been everything.

He lay amid the contents of her duffel, his fabric shredded, one eye dangling, stitches undone like they’d performed some violent autopsy. White stuffing was scattered like snow on the floor. His ribbon—her ribbon—was missing.

Lyra froze, her heart slamming against her ribs.

No one said anything. The others were already there: Avery, Nash, Jameson, Xander, even Rohan hovering awkwardly near the back. A few of them saw what she was looking at—and immediately tensed.

She walked forward slowly, like in a dream.

She knelt.

And then, in a voice so small it broke everyone’s heart:

“Why did you cut him up?”

Her fingers trembled as she reached out. Her throat burned. She wanted to stay strong, wanted to keep her cool, but the ache in her chest—

Mr. Winfield had been with her since she was five. Won for her by her dad the day they met. He had been there when no one else was. He was her anchor. Her constant. Her comfort.

And now he was destroyed.

“Why?” she asked again, her voice cracking, her eyes glistening. “He didn’t do anything…”

One of the guards stepped forward, stammering, “We were told to check for surveillance devices—bugs. He could’ve… there could’ve been something inside…”

Lyra clutched what remained of Mr. Winfield to her chest, even as his stuffing spilled between her fingers. “He’s a teddy bear.” Her voice rose, sharp with pain. “He was mine.”

Silence.

She could feel them all looking at her. She didn’t want to cry. But the tears were hot and fast and refused to stop. Embarrassment flooded her cheeks, but the sadness won. It always did.

She turned away, trying to hide her face. Trying to swallow the sob building in her throat.

No one had seen her break before. Not like this.

Not even Grayson.

Grayson—who stood statue-still across the room, fury simmering in his eyes. His fists were clenched. His jaw was set.

He hadn’t said a word.

Jameson looked sick. “Gosh.”

Xander stepped forward, voice unusually soft. “Lyra, I’m so—”

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Please.”

Avery blinked back tears. She took a step closer, hand out like she wanted to comfort her, then stopped herself. “We didn’t know.”

Nash rubbed the back of his neck. “That wasn’t right. That was not okay.”

Even Rohan, who didn’t know Lyra well, looked like he wanted to vanish through the floor.

Lyra’s hands tightened around Mr. Winfield’s ruined body. The sob finally escaped.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry,” she said hoarsely. “I just… I need to go.”

And she left.

The door shut behind her with a soft click.

Nobody moved.

For a long beat, the room stayed frozen.

“I feel awful,” Xander muttered finally, still staring at the door.

“She looked heartbroken,” Avery whispered. “That wasn’t just a toy to her.”

“She didn’t even raise her voice,” Jameson said, stunned. “Just… cried.”

They all looked at each other, guilt thick in the air.

And then Grayson turned.

The look on his face was thunder. His eyes—usually cold and calculated—were burning. “Why didn’t any of you stop them?” His voice was calm, but dangerous.

“We weren’t there,” Jameson tried.

“You could’ve said something after the fact,” Grayson snapped. “It was a teddy bear, not a weapon.”

“She’s not a threat,” Avery said softly. “Not in that way.”

Grayson didn’t respond.

Instead, he walked across the room, knelt down, and gently—gently—picked up what was left of Mr. Winfield.

He left without another word.

Lyra curled up in her bed, her arms wrapped around a pillow, silent tears soaking into the fabric. She hated how weak she felt. Hated how stupid it seemed—crying over a stupid fucking bear.

But it wasn’t just a bear.

It was her childhood. Her memories. Her first day with her dad. Her safety.

She didn’t hear anyone approach.

But she heard the knock.

She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, heart still aching. “What?”

No answer.

Cautiously, she got up and opened the door.

There, on the floor in front of her, was a box.

Inside—

Mr. Winfield.

Whole.

Perfect.

Stitched together with expert precision, his button eyes gleaming again, seams tight, new thread so well-matched she wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t known.

There was a note.

I tried my best to stitch this little fella up. I added a little something extra—if you don’t like it, I can remove it.

Your sincerest,

Grayson.

Lyra’s breath caught.

She turned Mr. Winfield over in her hands, heart racing.

There, sewn delicately to his soft feet—tiny pointe shoes.

She stared. The tears came again, but this time, they were different. Softer. Warmer.

Of course he knew how to sew perfectly. Of course he cared this much.

She didn’t stop to think.

She just ran.

She found him walking toward the balcony, hands in his pockets, eyes stormy with everything he’d refused to say earlier.

“Grayson!”

He turned just in time to catch her as she flung herself at him.

He stumbled back half a step, then wrapped his arms around her like she was the only thing holding him together. She buried her face in his chest, clutching Mr. Winfield between them.

“You saved him,” she whispered.

Grayson exhaled, pressing his cheek to her hair. “I had to.”

“Why?”

“Because it mattered to you,” he said. “And I can’t protect my sister right now—but I could protect this. You.”

Lyra looked up, eyes shimmering. “He has pointe shoes.”

Grayson smiled, just a little. “Strongest people I’ve ever met were dancers. Thought he should match.”

“You are such a—” she laughed, cried, hiccupped, “—Hawthorne.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not,” she whispered. “Not when it’s you.”

He hugged her tighter.

And in that moment, even in the chaos, even with Gigi gone and the games tearing everyone apart—there was comfort. Not from Mr. Winfield.

But from Grayson.

Because sometimes, someone sewing together your broken pieces mattered more than any game.

[deadpoets-department]

Inheritance Games Headcanons

(These are all based on the first book and the first book only. I will revise/add to them as I read each book)

• Avery loves the musical Mamma Mia and has made all of the Hawthorne brothers watch it with her (Grayson actually arranged for a live performance of it to be done in the Hawthorne House theatre) • After this occurrence, Avery eventually discovers a love for musical theatre herself and will sometimes go on the stage and just sing bc she can • Grayson is allergic to cats • Libby learned about Xander's love for sweet treats and now bakes him things all of the time • Xander actually finds a love for baking himself, but he treats it more as an experiment that only works half of the time • Nash and Alisa were high school sweethearts (partially just due to their family's close proximity) who broke up bc Alisa has a serious goal to work toward and Nash just... didn't. He didn't want to be chained to the Hawthorne House forever. • While Emily was busy spending time with Jameson and Grayson, Xander and Rebecca always hung out together. They were excluded by the others for being the "babies". • Rebecca never came out to her parents • Grayson is obviously very smart and knows a lot of things. There's no way he wasn't a yapper as a child. He always wanted to share everything he knew bc he thought it was cool. His brothers bullied him for it and called him an annoying know-it-all so he eventually stopped. • Nash, as he got older, probably felt bad for it, and tried to make up for it by asking Grayson about his interests but he was never able to get Grayson to be the way he once was again • At least one of them knows Taekwondo. Idc which one, but one of them does. Probably Grayson and/or Xander • For a long time, Jameson and Grayson would pick the same activities to do on their birthdays. Mostly to compete with each other. Xander did, too, until he realized that whatever bond Jameson and Grayson had, he would never have it with them. • Grayson used to help Xander with his Rube Goldberg machines • Libby has a secret love of fuzzy socks. Avery hates fuzzy socks. • When Avery gets stressed out, she likes to color. • Avery's mom always cut her hair for her, which once resulted in a bowl cut • Because of the games her mom would make up, it took Avery a long time to realize they were just poor. • Avery never really gets used to the idea that she just... has money

If you know information that goes against these hcs, please don't spoil it! I will revise them as I read!

[f4iry-bell]

DRINK OR DARE

pairing: jameson hawthorne x bestfriend!reader

summary: bestfriend who kiss

taglist(lmk if you want to be added): @clarissaweasley-10 @emelia07 @whatsamongus @cassie6392

warning: alcohol consumption, but of steamy kiss (read a/n)

a/n: you can skip the kiss/makeout description if you want, it starts when you see a asterisk and ends with a asterisk.

masterlist

Ever since she could remember her first memory, she remembers Jameson being there. They have been friends that long but after school they had to part ways because of college. And yet, they find ways to see each other then and there all the time. It was like the north and south side of the magnet, it was impossible for them to stay away from each other that long.

She decided to surprise him this weekend, but what happened was he surprised her. Jameson Hawthorne was visibly having a bad day on a Friday night. Even though when he has one of those days he always presents himself to be fine, sometimes even his best friend can't tell if he's actually doing fine or doing bad.

“You know, you can tell me anything, right?” She told him as she sat next to him on his massive bed.

“I know.” He simply just nodded.

“Okay.”

Jameson smiled when she didn't push the topic further, it's why they've been friends this long, they have the perfect understanding of each other.

_

“Why do you have a bottle of booze?” Jameson asked with a smile knowing it is to cheer him up. “Not that I am complaining.”

She entered his room with, as he said, a bottle of booze. “We're going to have a sleepover.”

They haven't had a sleepover since they were 10. Jameson chuckled, even as kids they used to play some insane games, and do insane activities together during sleepovers.

“Let's play Drink or Dare.” He suggested.

She nodded in agreement, and climbed on the bed to sit next to him. The game went on for sometime with each taking turns. She got more drunk than Jameson who was also wasted but not as bad as her. Given the fact that she's lightheaded wasn't helping her case either. Both of them were drunk and stupid, it was Jameson's turn to dare her again.

“I dare you to—” He was cut off by her slurred words.

“No, something easy please. And it shouldn't involve the kitchen again. Or the theatre, or the—”

“Okay, okay! I dare you to steal one of Nash’s hats, right now.” He dared her. She was happy with it so she exited the room, and went to Nash’s wings, to his closet.

Jameson had the most stupid, lovesick grin when she opened his door wearing Nash ‘s cowboy hat, she was giggling as she climbed on the bed, this time sitting way closer to him than before, he was sitting with his back to the headboard, his legs spread out. He just stared at her in awe. Without being aware of his actions he moved the strand of hair that was dangling on her face, and spoke without even thinking.

It wasn't even his turn but he dared her again.

“I dare you to kiss me. Right here, right now.”

*

He wasn't thinking straight, but thought that she'll just drink from the bottle but to his surprise she actually smiled widely and leaned forward to press her lips onto his. It was a soft, delicate kiss at the start. But once Jameson started kissing back, the fire caught up, to add fuel to it he put his hands on her waist, and pulled her closer, her hands landing on his chest as they both kissed each other with heated passion. Jameson was greedy, and needed more physical contact with her so he pulled her onto his lap, it gave him a better angle even.After sometime the kiss turned into a whole makeout session with Jameson kissing her neck, and collarbone.

*

Later after what felt like hours they stopped to catch a breath. Jameson was expecting to kiss more because, God, he had been waiting for this since forever. He didn't need the kiss, or to get drunk to realise it, he always knew but the kiss just made him realise how much exactly he wanted his best friend to be his girlfriend. He was about to lean in but she got off of his lap, and laid on his bed comfortably.

“I'm sleepy.” Was all she said.

Jameson didn't know what to say at first but got himself together quickly. “I'll sleep in the guest room.”

“No, stay.”

_

Next morning, Jameson was already awake when she woke up with her hands on her head with an obvious headache.

“How is your head?” Jameson asked as he gave her some painkillers, and a glass of water which he kept on the bedside table.

“Horrible. We're never, ever, ever drinking like that again.” She said after taking the pill.

He smiled but the memories from last night flashed, he was waiting for her to say something about it.

“How the hell did Nash’s hat come here?” She asked, looking at the cowboy hat.

Jameson felt disappointed that she doesn't remember how, it means she probably doesn't remember the kiss as well.

“How much do you remember?” He asked.

“Uh, a couple rounds of drink or dare.” She tried remembering it.

“Okay.”

“What's with that tone?” She asked.

“What tone?”

“You sound so sad…did we break into Nash’s room or something? Or something even better that I don't remember.”

Jameson was debating whether or not to tell her about the kiss, she did kiss him last night but did she actually want it? Hell, did he even want it? Or was it just a stupid thing that they did when they got drunk. He was so confused but lying to his best friend isn't an option.

“Uh..I'm not sad, it's just you forgot that we…kissed.”

“What?!”

“Yeah.”

“Liar.”

“I'm not.” He said it in a serious tone, she looked down for a while before speaking.

“We were both wasted…and it's just a kiss.”

Jameson’s heart was pricked by a hundred needles. “Yeah, just a kiss. And a drunken mistake.”

“Yeah. I'm gonna leave, I have to leave early.”

“You sure? You rest for a while.”

“No, I should leave.”

“Okay.”

[inmyheaddd]

sick - hawthorne brothers

a/n: thank u sm for the request! this took far too long, sorry 😭 in this nash is 13, grayson is 10, jameson is 9, and xander is 8! wc: 896 masterlist

the boys stood in front of their grandfather's wooden desk, awaiting further instructions on that particular saturday morning game.

nash, who was standing behind his three younger brothers, was starting to get increasingly annoyed by someone’s particularly loud breathing. 

he figured it was jameson, or possibly xander, but he was quickly proven wrong when he noticed grayson inhale deeply and then not exhale for a moment, relieving nash’s annoyance momentarily. nash wasn’t the only one who noticed; grayson was bothered too. 

he was attempting to breathe less audibly through his blocked nose, or not breathe at all for far too long, to avoid irritating his grandfather and his brothers. but mostly, his grandfather. 

soon enough, jameson, standing to grayson’s right, caught on. he didn’t say anything, not in front of the old man.

“is there something wrong with you?” jameson directed the question at grayson, the table holding all four brothers as they played cards. “you’ve been sounding like a wheezing goat all morning.”

“no.” grayson denied the fact that he was sick, along with the claim that he sounded like a goat.

“yes, there is. you’re sick,” jameson replied in a sing-song voice.

“no, i’m not. i have something stuck in my throat.”

“grayson’s sick?!” xander, aged 8, exclaimed, clearly worried for his brother's wellbeing.

“i’m not. i was clearing my throat.”

“you were clearing your throat for three days?” xander replied, and jameson snorted. “i don’t wanna get sick from you! be mindful of your surroundings!” perhaps xander was more worried for his own wellbeing.

“you’ve been sick for three days and haven’t told anyone?” the oldest hawthorne brother finally spoke up, silencing his younger two brothers.

“please, let’s just continue the game,” grayson ignored them as he put a card down. he looked up at his brothers expectantly with raised eyebrows, then jameson exhaled, muttering something unintelligible, and put a card down.

a few minutes later, grayson crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. a red flush started creeping up from his neck to his face, and it was painfully obvious he was holding in a cough. his brothers shared a look, while he tried to act unbothered. 

jameson looked over at grayson when he heard a strangled grunt from his side.

“gray… are you constipated or something? what going on with that face?”

later on that night, jameson brought his brother soup, water, fruits, and other comforting things he knew grayson would like up to his room. “the old man told me to bring you these.”

grayson was sitting at his desk reading, his room dimly lit by low lights.

the old man didn’t tell him to do anything, they both knew that.

“thank you.”

after a beat of silence, grayson spoke up again. his eyes were trained on his book, but he was no longer reading. “i’m not that sick, you know.”

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?” the teasing was evident in jamesons tone, the previous softness nowhere to be found.

“wh-“ jamesons crooked smile only grew larger.

“are you, grayson hawthorne, admitting, that you are actually sick?”grayson took a deep breath, and jameson practically saw him mentally count to ten. he grinned at that. “thank you for the stuff jamie, you can go and get out now.” he didn't state that as a question.

“no can do,” he responded simply as he walked out of the room.

grayson’s eyebrows furrowed. no can do? he literally just walked out of the— his thoughts were quickly cut off when jameson brought even more things to the room. among sweet and savory snacks they were not allowed to have in the house, there was a projector.

he left again, saying no words, this time bringing endless pillows and blankets in one hand, and bringing a beaming xander behind him who couldn’t stop smiling.

“movie night! movie night! movie night!” the youngest hawthorne kept chanting. and lastly, nash walked in and took it upon himself to lay down on grayson’s bed. "what movie are we feeling today?"

by 3am, grayson’s room was in a state it never is — messy, and the light chatter of “Fight Club” playing in the background was long forgotten. the boys were all asleep in grayson’s king-sized bed. all except grayson himself. he lay there, staring at the ceiling.

grayson he hated receiving help, it made him feel incapable. it made him feel like he was disappointing the old man. today was an exception. he wouldn’t admit it but, he was glad jameson didn’t leave when he told him to.

“you don’t have to pretend you’re okay when you’re not, you know?”

jamesons voice abruptly startled him out of his thoughts, as if thinking about him summoned him to speak.

“i know.” grayson replied calmly into the dark. his brother was laying horizontally at the other end of the bed.

“you’re our brother, you’re my brother.” i love you, we care about you, more than you know.

“i know.” he echoed. i love you, even if i don’t show it. i have to deal with it myself, or else i wouldn’t not good enough. not perfect.

nothing more was said. they understood every word they said, and the ones that were left unsaid. the ones that could only be translated by each other.

they fell asleep, and the only thing that could be heard now was the light snores of nash, and of course, grayson’s heavy breathing.

[wildesqdreams]

strip bowling

pairing - jameson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - y/n and jameson finally spend time together by playing one of jameson's favorite games.

warnings - maybe spoilers from the book "inheritance games" ??? making out + shirtless people.

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a/n: i promise that a grayson hawthorne x reader fic will be coming after this. but enjoy this one for now ;)

y/n sat on jameson's bed, leaning against the headboard, as she read a book.

since avery's arrival, she found herself more often spending time in different rooms, reading or writing, and she couldn't help but notice, that every time she was almost alone.

alone. a funny, but hurtful feeling.

the girl wasn't the jealous type, and she didn't have anything against the mystery girl. but she did feel a sharp pain in her heart, every time she saw jameson leaving. because she knew that he was going to her. to meet avery.

every.

single.

time.

her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and the brown-haired boy walked in. he immediately went to lay down beside the girl, and snuggled into her - his hand around her waist, pulling her closer, and his head in the crook of her neck.

"what's up?" y/n's hand found jameson's hair, and she started to run her fingers through it.

"alisa had other plans for heiress, so we had to cancel our plans, and so the investigation will continue tomorrow."

a small 'hmm" was the only thing that the girl could reply with.

jameson had nicknames for everyone. but still, the sinking feeling in her stomach from hearing about avery couldn't leave her. not to mention how stupid she started to feel, that now when he's bored, he will waste some time with her because heiress has other plans.

she felt a light kiss be placed on ber neck, "don't think that."

"what?"

y/n y/l/n hated the fact that jameson hawthorne could understand what she was thinking and feeling. he was a game player - puzzles and riddles, to solve, were easy for him. and like a game, the girl, was easy to read for him, too.

he trailed soft kisses up her neck, towards her jaw, "you know what," he pulled back, as he gazed into her eyes, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "you're my girl. my favorite girl. so, please, stop the thoughts infecting your gorgeous brain."

a small smile appeared on her face, as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to her lips, "how about this," he got up and grabbed y/n's hands, as he pulled her up, "if you guess the number i'm thinking, we'll do whatever you want... if you don't," he smirked, "i'll choose."

"hey," y/n stated with a smile, as she saw jameson grab a marker and a piece of paper, "i'm not good at this, like, at all."

"well, good for me," he caught her still watching him, "hey, no, cheating," jameson put a hand over her eyes. the girl rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away.

when jameson was done writing the number down, he hid it behind him and looked at y/n with a big smile, "i'll make it easier for you, love. the number is between 1 and 10," he glanced at her lips and then back to her eyes, "now the only question is, what is the number?"'

y/n y/l/n already knew she would lose. she hadn't grown up as the hawthorne brothers had. her grandfather didn't make her do puzzles and riddles or solve mysteries. but she took the time to think. and it was indeed hard when beautiful green eyes were gazing at her.

"seven."

"sorry, to be the one to say this," and the girl already knew, "but you have lost," jameson showed her the paper, "the right answer was three," his pretty big smile was annoying, "i guess the winner, once again, is me."

"yeah, yeah... so riddle boy, what will we be doing?"

a wicked smirk replaced the victory smile on the boy's face, "strip bowling."

"are you doing this on purpose!?" y/n frustratedly sighed as she saw the bowling ball once again land in the gutter.

since they had started playing, jameson has been poking her or pressing kisses on her neck and even whispering things in her ear, making her lose.

the boy smiled at the girl, who looked at him, "what me? and cheating? of course not, don't be funny, love," he walked towards her and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, "but you should take this off now."

"idiot," y/n murmured, as she took of her top that revealed her black bra.

the hawthorne boy pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "it's your turn," the girl said.

jameson just hummed as he continued to lay soft kisses on her skin, his hand pulling her closer by the waist, "later," he trailed his kisses towards her ear.

"but james-"

"god, woman," he sarcastically sighed, which made y/n let out a small giggle. he pulled back with a smile, looking in her eyes, "just let me love my girl."

"yeah, yeah," y/n stated and wrapped her arms around his neck, as she pulled him into a kiss.

and like that, the world disappeared. just them. no one else.

she sighed when she felt him pull her closer, her chest to his bare one. while her hand lightly tugged at his hair, his soft lips moved to her jaw, "i love you," he said in between the kisses, "never forget that."

missing his taste she turned her head and pulled him back into the kiss. his hands slowly started to go down from her waist to the back of her thighs, so he could lift her, but before he could do that, the door shot open.

"JAMESON DID YOU EAT THE LAST BLUEB- oh," xander stopped when he saw the scene in front of him.

y/n smiled, when she heard jameson groan, as he pulled back from the kiss, moving his hands away from her legs.

"you horny bastards should find a room... a private one."

"Alexander-"

"just saying," and with that the youngest hawthorne brother left the room, closing the room.

"so," the girl smiled, as she grabbed a bowling ball and handed it to her boyfriend, "it's your turn."

jameson groaned even louder, as he took the ball.

[danikamariewrites]

Girl (Kinda) Next Door

Nash Hawthorne x reader

Notes: I am obsessed with The Inheritance Games and I’m so happy I picked this series up. Now I’m in love with Nash and had to get this out of my system. Also might be obsessed with cowboy romances now so please feel free to recommend any.

Warnings: none

Out of all places you have no idea why your parents chose Texas as your new home. At least they didn’t pick an HOA. You don’t know if you could take the nosy-know-it-all neighbors in your business.

Instead they picked a sprawling estate in the nicest neighborhood you had no idea even existed. Thanks to your dad’s new job (and new paycheck) you’ve completely upgraded your life.

As an only child you’ve been spoiled with even more room than usual. You now have an entire wing to yourself including two bathrooms, guest bedrooms, and a study. Deciding to set the study up as your school/work spot you turned one of the guest rooms into a library.

With the shelves finally installed you were stocking your library. Jamming with your AirPods in you didn’t hear the guests come in downstairs. Turning to the open box next to you, your eyes spot the four boys staring at you from the doorway.

Letting out a small screaming, you jump back a bit. Ripping your AirPods out you place a hand over your hammering heart. “Geez, ever heard of knocking!”

“We did,” the tallest of the bunch answered. “But we thought it would be rude to enter without permission.” He gave you an odd smile, telling you he clearly had too much energy for his own good. You lift a brow at them. “Are you guys vampires or something?”

“No, we don’t bite. Well, only if you ask.” The one with dark and tousled hair says smirking at you. Then it hits you. Why were these four random boys in your new home? Your face scrunches with the question on the tip of your tongue.

“Your parents let us in.” A smooth Texas drawl answers before you could ask. “We’re the next house over and just wanted to come introduce ourselves.” You nod and wave them in. The blonde one, dressed in a suit which was odd for someone his age, started inspecting your books. His hands placed respectfully behind his back.

“I’m y/n. And you four are?” Again, Texas drawl answers, tilting his cowboy hat at you. “I’m Nash, the suit is Grayson, vampire here is Jameson, and this is Xander.”

“Nice to meet you.” You hold out your hand for Nash to shake. He holds it gently, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. “Nice t’meet ya darlin’.” Nash gives you a smile that has you biting your lips, your cheeks blushing furiously.

“So…y/n,” Xander says, bursting the bubble you and Nash were momentarily living in. “Where do you go to school?” “My college is in New York but since we moved here I’ve decided to do the rest remote.” As you chatted with the boys you felt Nash’s warm hazel eyes on you the whole time.

After exchanging numbers someone called for the boys downstairs and they each said their goodbyes. Nash went last, leaving the two of you alone. Nash holds out his hand first. You took it, fully intent on shaking it this time, but Nash was too quick for you. He, again, gently grasped your fingers bringing them to his full lips. Pressing the softest kiss to your skin, never breaking eye contact with you. “Until next time darlin’.”

He dropped your hand, turning to leave. “Will there?” You ask quickly. Nash stops to look at you over his shoulder, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Be a next time, I mean.”

Nash turns to face you fully, his hands slipping into his front pockets as he stands straighter. “Depends. You free tomorrow night?” You nod trying to contain your smile. “Then I’ll see you at seven, pretty lady.” Nash shoots you a wink as he saunters from the room. Leaving you semi-flustered and highly anticipating your date tomorrow night.

[where-is-the-angst]

Chapter 64: The Hawthorne Legacy Rewrite, Avery Gets Her Shit Together™

WORD COUNT: 1146

FIC MASTERLIST

I was really mad about how quickly Avery forgave Grayson for essentially sexually assulting her on live TV so this is basically what I think would be a more realistic reaction to what he did (yes she does punch him in the face :))

AVERY

The interviewer, cameras flashing behind her, asked Avery, “What is your connection to Toby Hawthorne?”

“I’m his—” Before Avery could get the word daughter out, Grayson leaned his head down and crushed his lips to hers.

What the actual hell. Avery didn’t think. She just tensed her fist and punched, Grayson’s eyes widening at the impact of her fist against his jawline. It couldn’t have been too painful, but his eyes were glazed with hurt as flashes went off behind them.

Chatter erupted among the group of reporters, and for the second time that day, Avery didn’t think and ran from the scene. Grayson’s heavy footfalls thudding close behind her, she couldn’t bear to face him, or anyone for that matter. 

“Avery!” Alisa and Oren’s panicked shouts followed her. 

Avery dashed down the stairwell, ignoring the elevator and the reporters eagerly chattering amongst themselves. Unthinking of anything but Grayson’s crestfallen expression, before her worries reached a hard resolve. 

It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. It didn’t matter if Grayson was hurt by her rejection. She didn’t know how to feel about him anymore, but she knew for sure that it wasn’t good to entertain such thoughts. They would never be anything but close friends. 

He clearly thought otherwise, she muttered to herself in annoyance.

Grayson should know by now who her loyalty belongs to, and if he can't respect that, if he can’t respect the fact that he has no chance…

Avery shook her head. Sprinting down the stairwell, she thought regrettably of the elevator she passed in her haste to leave. 

Just as she opened the dingy exit door at the bottom of the stairwell, she registered a faint voice echoing down. 

“Avery!” It called, “Avery, come back!”

Grayson.

“Avery!”

She pulled open the heavy door and stepped out into the sun as Grayson’s desperate calls grew louder, “I’m sorry! Avery! Come back!”

She stepped down onto the paved sidewalk on the city street, slamming the door behind her. Grayson’s desperate pleas were getting annoying, and it would only be a matter of time before he caught up to her. 

With that thought in mind, she pulled out her phone and made a quick call. Avery seriously needed to get out of here immediately.

Sauntering down the drive, she waited impatiently for her ride to get there. Oren would not be happy when he found out.

“-ery!”

She walked a little faster.

“Please hear me out! Come back!”

She turned around.

Grayson stood beside the door, cheeks pink with exertion, “Avery, I-“

A loud grumble sounded in the distance.

“What? What is there to hear!?” She walked to meet him on the sidewalk, face flushed in anger. “And don’t tell me some stupid excuse like, ‘there was nothing else I could do’. You know damn well there were so many other ways to stop me from…” Her voice broke.

Grayson looked at a loss for words, chest heaving from chasing her. “I was just trying to-” He stuttered, “I was just trying to help. And I thought-” His gray eyes darted around her face with disbelief. 

Avery couldn’t believe his audacity. “Thought what?”

The distant rumble grew louder behind her as Grayson tore a hand through his hair. She glanced sidelong at the road to find the source of the noise. A motorcycle. Sitting on top of it, brown hair mussed in the wind…

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.

JAMESON

When Jameson got the call from Avery, he came as fast as he could. 

“Hello?”

“I- I need help. Gr-” Avery broke off. “Come quickly”

“Wha-?”

The line went dead. Jameson could only begin to imagine what had happened at the interview. And why had she sounded like she was going to say ‘Grayson’? Had he done something? And why wasn’t Alisa there? Or Oren? Shouldn’t they be driving her home? 

Jameson stumbled into the driveway and got on his motorcycle, not bothering to put on a helmet. His Heiress needed him. He needed to be there for her. 

The drive was a blur, buildings rushing past as the sleek motorcycle roared beneath him. One thought starring in his mind, Avery.

He reached the front of the building just in time to see Alisa frantically calling someone on the front steps, Oren standing beside her. What happened to Avery? And better question: Where was she?

Jameson sped around the side, not wanting to be spotted, and slowed slightly. She shouldn’t be far from here. 

And then, a brown haired girl. A pretty dress. 

Avery, he murmured. And was that- was that Grayson? 

“-ought what?” Avery yelled, shockingly angry. 

He parked his bike as she turned to look at him, hazel eyes filled with appreciation. 

“Heiress?” 

“Jameson, I-” she stuttered, fiddling with her hair. “You came.” Avery’s eyes darted to the ground, looking like she was about to cry. 

He approached her in three long steps, almost laughing at her uncertainty. “You called.” he put a hand on her shoulder as if to steady her, eyes locking with her’s. 

“Are you- are you okay?”

Avery shifted, eyes darting to Grayson. He was standing an awkward distance away from them, avoiding Jameson’s cold gaze. “What the hell did you do.”

“I-” Grayson took a step back.

Jameson turned to Avery for help, who stated, “He kissed me during the interview.”

What?

Why would Grayson do that?

It was a stupid thing to do, and he had to know it. Did Grayson not know what was going on between him and Avery these past few weeks? A surge of disgust filled his chest, followed by a sudden urge to smile. Avery looked like she was about to beat Grayson up, a cute little notch along her brow. He would have helped her if she did. 

“I punched him in the face.”

Jameson’s face broke into a beaming smile as he reveled in Avery’s confidence. He had never been more proud of her. Looking up, he said to Grayson, who was pointedly avoiding his face, “Awww, did it hurt?” he mocked. 

“Shut up, Jameson.”

“Whatever you say, Gray.”

With that, Jameson turned towards Avery and walked toward the bike, eyes focused on Grayson as he put an arm around her and whispered in Avery’s ear, “Let’s get outta here.”

Grayson’s jaw visibly clenched. 

Jameson grinned back.

He helped Avery on the back of the motorcycle and sat in front of her, revving the engine. Soon enough, they were cruising down the highway. 

“How mad are Alisa and Oren!?” Avery yelled over the wind. 

“Yes!” Jameson called back. 

Avery wrapped her arms around Jameson’s waist, leaning her head against his back. “Thank you! Thank you for coming!” she said, Jameson barely hearing her apologetic tone over the wind as he slowed to hear her. 

“Anytime, Heiress.” He mumbled.

“What!?”

Jameson shook his head, letting them fall into a comfortable silence. 

“Anytime.”

[artstatues]

Cause pretty isn't pretty enough. - a.k.g × j.w.h

wc : 417 ( im sorry i really tried )

pairings : avery grambs x jameson hawthorne, from the inheritance games.

synopsis : avery's been a bit more insecure lately, and, of course, jameson notices.

warnings : short!!! a bit ooc ish to me bc im scared n paranoid like that. being insecure, mentions of skipping meals/self starvation ig.

a/n : ok i think im gonna take a quick break from requests bc its been a bit bad lately + audience is slightly decreasing.

taglist : @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys, @urbanflorals, @never-enough-novels, @reminiscentreader, @reyna-obsessed, @kozumesphone, @lxvebelle, @sophiesonlinediary, @shuhuaspookie, @off-to-the-r4ces, @lanterns-and-daydreams.

Avery stood in front of the mirror. Her hands on various parts of her body. What could I change about myself, to look prettier?  Avery questioned herself. With the media and paparazzi and everything else, she felt– unworthy, of sorts. Was she skinny enough? Was she even pretty? Was her face only a mere cover for articles left and right? Did she act properly? She could feel a tear roll down her cheek, letting it fall on the wooden floors.

Strangers; people she didn’t know could say 1 word about her body– or herself and she’d listen.

“Why is her posture so bad?”

“She doesn’t act like deserve billions.”

“She’s not even pretty.”

“What did Tobias even see in her?”

It got to her head. She tried to stop listening, but it was millions of people saying those things. Millions. How could she ever ignore them? Jameson noticed that she’d skip meals, stay on her phone until tears pricked her eyes, that she’d stand in front of the mirror and question herself: What can I change?

“Heiress?” She heard an all too familiar voice calling out. She quickly wiped the tear and stepped away from the mirror, but not quick enough that Jameson was already in the room. “Avery.” Jamie strode closer in a few quick, long steps. His hand found her waist in an instant. “Huh- Sorry.” Avery quickly snapped her thoughts away, placing a small, sad smile on her face. 

Jameson didn’t even have to ask. It wasn't often that Avery would stand in front of the mirror and let herself down, but it doesn’t mean it never happens either. “Avery, look at me.” Jameson used his free hand to tilt her head towards him. “You’re enough. You’re enough for me, for the world, for everyone. You’re so perfect, Heiress. Please, don’t think you aren’t” Jamie held her like she was a piece of glass that he was too afraid to break, even though she wasn’t. “No ones perfect Jamie.” Avery whispered, trying to yank her face away from Jamie’s grip. “I’m not letting you go until you believe me.” Jameson held his grip, stronger than before, even.

“You might not let go then,” Avery kept the sad smile plastered on her face. “Heiress,” Jameson’s voice broke, pulling her into a hug. “You’re so, so beautiful, Heiress and I think you need to know that,” He mumbled into her hair, sure that she wasn’t going to hear it. “Please, please know that.” Jameson silently begged.

[lyrakanefanatic]

Congratulations!

A book similar to inheritance games:🎃

☕️: Academic rival jameson hawthorne fic.

🍂: A double date (lyra x Grayson) + (Avery x jameson )

thank you!!

for 🎃, im sure you’ve probably heard this before, but the naturals by jennifer lynn barnes. the plot isn’t exactly the same as it’s about a young group in the fbi called “the naturals” but it’s similar in ways like them solving things like the inheritance games. it’s more similar character wise though, as a lot of characters are very much like the ones in the inheritance games. there’s also the found family trope of ur into that, and also a similar love triangle!!

there’s also another book, called “heiress takes all”, and it’s said to be very similar to the inheritance games and oceans 11. i don’t know what it’s about much, (as i haven’t read it) but im sure if you search it up on amazon or goodreads you should be able to read the blurb!!

for ☕️, im assuming that u mean an au and im so sorry but i am TERRIBLE at writing au’s 😭😭 im also really bad at writing *character* x reader but i can still try and write those, where as au’s are just so hard for me 😭😭 im so sorry but if u want something else done feel free to request it again!!

for 🍂, sure!!

LYRA X GRAY + AVERY X JAMESON DOUBLE DATE HEAD CANONS:

• lyra and grayson show up a bit late (nothing extreme, just like 5-10 minutes) which surprised both avery and jameson because grayson is never late

• they found out after that it was because lyra wanted to match with grayson last minute and scrapped her whole outfit to match with his ☠️☠️

• they would probably go to a restaurant first, and then maybe go to a second location

• it started with small talk about their lives and days, but then slowly it turned into jameson and grayson seeing who can embarrass each other more by telling humiliating stories about each other from their childhoods 😭💀

• as soon as jameson reached the leather pants story though, grayson switched the topic and stopped with the whole competition

• lyra was curious but left it alone… for now. 😈

• lyra ordered a pasta, grayson ordered a steak, avery ordered fancy fish?? (idfk what they serve at fancy restaurants just think of the most expensive and tasty fish u can buy 💀🙏) and jameson ordered… chicken wings ☠️☠️

• lyra made fun of him for it and then jameson told grayson to break up with her

• in fact, lyra ends up making fun of him the whole night 💀

jameson to the waiter: “can i have some chicken wings please?”

jameson, once the waiter walks away: “I haven’t had chicken wings 3 months!”

lyra, snickering: “you look like you’ve had enough chicken wings for 3 months”

jameson gives her a wounded look and rolls his eyes, turning to grayson: “she’s mean, you should break up with her”

grayson, before he can even finish speaking: “no.”

later again that dinner…

avery: “should we get another side for seconds?”

grayson and lyra shake their heads, but jameson speaks: “can i get one? im still hungry.”

noticing grayson’s raised brow, he sighed: “don’t give me that look. matter of fact, i skipped lunch today!”

lyra, giggling again and muttering in a voice that jameson could just hear: “doesn’t look like it…”

jameson: “LYRA SHUT UP!!”

people ended up staring and as soon as the date was over and they were back at the house grayson called a beat down (just to give him an excuse to beat him up ☠️☠️🙏)

• once they do get back to the house though and grayson and jameson are done fighting, they watch a movie and jameson is secretly side eyeing grayson and lyra the whole time LMAOO

• lyra and avery end up sitting next to each other on the couch with grayson and jameson on the other side and, in whispers, gossip about them

• the boys can’t hear what they’re saying but spend more time trying to listen and hear what they’re talking about then actually watching the movie

• once they’re finished watching the movie, (and by watching the movie i mean lyra and avery gossiping while jameson and grayson try to secretly listen to them) lyra feels bad about all her fat jokes so she slips jameson a packet of gummies with a sorry note attached to them

• the gummies were from xander’s not-so-secret stash and now he officially has a fued with lyra but at least now jameson is going back to liking her 😊😊 (one hawthorne at a time people 😪😪)

THATS ALL I HOPE U LIKED THEM!! 🫶 (and im sorry again about not being able to do the ☕️ one, if you have another one u want me to do thats not about an au just lmk pls 😭)

[wonnieluvr]

drunk on your love

pairing -> jameson hawthorne x fem!reader

summary -> jameson finds he doesn't need anything but you... and your hands in his hair.

warnings -> none, just fluffy

a/n -> he and grayson are plaguing my mind rn. i have so many stories planned :,)

jameson’s breath tickled your neck as he relaxed into your body. you had been sitting in one of the many libraries the house had to offer, curled in the corner of a couch and hidden behind shelves of books to finally have some space to yourself.

it had been difficult lately, all the changes to life here. but jameson was still your jameson.

you had peacefully been reading the day away when he found you.

you breathed out a laugh as he had manhandled you down to lay across the couch. he hadn’t said a word since he found you, merely laying himself on top of you burying his face in your neck. he pressed a light kiss to your collarbone before settling down properly.

you hummed quietly, book forgotten as you reached one hand up to drag your nails through his hair, down to the back of his neck.

you could feel him shiver, arms tightening around you. he left out a small, content sigh of appreciation as you continued playing with his hair, twirling strands between your fingers.

“missed you” you felt the words more than you had heard them, tugging your bottom lip between you teeth in an effort not to smile. it didn’t work very well.

“you saw me this morning” you pointed out, hand barely stopping its movements.

he didn’t reply for a moment, and you almost laughed at the way he could barely think. you couldn’t deny you loved having that effect on him.

he was always thinking too much, his mind moved too fast and in too many directions.

“i know” he finally breathed out, focusing on the way you gently tugged apart a small knot before lightly scratching your nails through his hair again. he didn’t elaborate any further and you couldn’t hold back the laugh this time.

“what?” he pushed himself up now, your hand falling. he was trying hard to hold the angry facade up, but you could see the mischief in his eyes.

your jameson. you smiled at him cheekily.

“speechless, jamie?” he narrowed his eyes slightly in response before he dropped the act, eyes drooping slightly in tiredness and he lowered himself back down to lay over you again.

“with you?” he whispered, his hand tracing light circles on your waist. “always”

now it was his turn to make you speechless.

he always had a way to steal your breath. you pouted as he turned the tables on you once again.

“you’re a liar” you murmured, a frown on your face. it was nothing but playful and light, though. how could you feel anything but. “you’re always making me lose my words. its not fair, just once i want to get you back”

he raised his head, the awkward angle making it hard to properly look at each other but he hummed, thinking again.

“you don’t even realise how quickly you silence my brain” he offered you an adoring grin, slightly lopsided and nothing but love filling his gaze. “i can’t think properly around you. you make my brain all fuzzy”

he knew immediately just how pleased that made you. the grin was hard to hide even as you pushed his face away to hide the burning in your cheeks.

“besides” he begun speaking again, and you expected another playful remark. “i don’t need to think with you.. jus’ need you”

as usual you felt your heart jump. he wasn’t good for your health.

but it didn’t matter how difficult life would be, this was all you could ever need. you and your jameson.

“…keep playing with my hair please”