#grayson hawthorne headcanon

[cherryschaos]

A TIG Conversation

Avery: I think, for you, emotions are annoying your own or another person's

Grayson: You're not wrong

Jameson: Do you know how to console someone or do you just stare at them

Grayson: Of course I know how. You make a sympathetic face, tilt your head to the side a bit and nod, speak softly, offer tissues, and if necessary, give physical reassurance.

Avery: Not gonna lie. It's a little scary that you have steps to do instead of it coming naturally.

[cherrys-writings]

I know this is annoying bc you just uploaded one but I love ur fics sm and I was just wondering if you have any in Grayson fics coming up in general

Gummy Bears

It's not annoying I love hearing from you guys! Again thank you for your patience

Warnings: 18+, Depiction of drug use (edibles)

“One rule before we do this,” You say, “you don't leave until you sober up. Understand?”

Grayson nods, his posture almost studious. You open the bottle of edibles and grab one of the blue gummies. He reaches out, but stops himself, remembering what you told him earlier. He already knew about the overall effect of weed. You wouldn't be surprised if he took notes while researching the subject, but he needed to be warned about edibles. Especially since it would be his first experience. You rip off a small portion and set it on a napkin on the table.

“You don't have to eat it if you don't want to.” You walk back into the kitchen, grabbing various snacks options before plopping beside Gray on the couch.

“How long does it take to kick in?” 

You settle closer to him, “Depends on the person. The only thing you should think about is what show you're picking.” 

 You look at Grayson several minutes later. He's staring straight ahead, lips pursed. “How am I supposed to know if I'm high?” 

You don't have much of an answer for him, “tell me how you feel”

Grayson lifts one hand and starts slowly uncurling a fist, extending his fingers, and flopping his wrist forward before repeating the motion. Like a slow motion, exaggerated post fist bump explosion. He does the same thing with his other hand, giggling. Grayson Hawthorne is giggling. 

He looks at me while continuing the motions, big grin on his face like he's figured out an impossible question. 

“Try it,” he says, “is this what swimming feels like as a jellyfish?” 

You humor him and mimic the jellyfish hands.

 Grayson keeps giggling, “you feel like a jellyfish, yeah?”

“Yes, Gray it feels like a jellyfish.”

Grayson grabs a jar of pickles from the table, “Would you be a jellyfish if you could?”

“No, they don’t have brains,” you grab a pickle from the jar and begin munching.

Grayson is chomping on his third pickle when he says, “Jameson is a jellyfish.” 

The giggles start again and you have to take the jar from Grayson’s hands before he spills pickle juice on himself. Each time you think he’s going to calm down he says it again and has another fit of giggling.

[inmyheaddd]

walkin’ out the door with your bags - grayson hawthorne x reader - part one

⤷ “can you see me? im waiting for the right time. i can’t read you, but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine.”

summary: you and grayson hawthorne’s friendship is one that stretches over a long time. its a friendship that you cherish with your heart, and it’s also one that can be far too confusing for your own sake sometimes. warnings: glasses!grayson, reader & grayson are so oblivious it hurts a/n: new possible grayson childhood bsfs-to-lovers series??! wc: 1.5k masterlist || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6

you lay on your stomach, propped up on your elbows with your face in your hands.

next to you was grayson, sitting up against the headboard, typing up something as he listened to you rant about your day. 

“he’s genuinely the worst teacher i’ve ever had, you know what he told me on the last non uniform day we had?” your legs were bent at the knee, swinging back and forth in the air as you ranted, your eyes on grayson, as his eyes were on his laptop. 

“he asked me if i got into a bike accident on the way to school, because i wore ripped jeans.”

grayson hummed, his eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to his laptop. “ignore him, he’s trying too hard to be funny,” he commented with his voice taking on a hint of disgust,, “and miserably failing.” he added, as he adjusted his glasses on his nose bridge. “you have better things to focus on than strange men with their strange humor.” 

you let out a chuckle through your nose, “yeah, i guess. very strange men indeed.” 

you didn’t really wait for a response, as you continued to talk about your day and little things that happened. “oh!” you piped up,“and guess what?” 

that’s how it always was with you and grayson, you talked — a lot, and he listened. 

—

you walked over to the corner where a little blonde boy sat, sorting a puzzle by himself while all the other kids sat in the middle, a big bundle of chaos, toys, giggles, and shouts. 

“um, excuse me? i have a question.” you stood, your hands clasped behind your back as you swayed gently side to side. 

the boy— who you later learned to be grayson hawthorne, didn’t answer, only looking up at you in curiosity as a puzzle piece fell out of his hand. 

you took that as an invitation, clearing your throat before you spoke, “why don’t you play with everyone else over there?” you asked, pointing to where all the other kids sat. it was halfway through the year, and he never once sat with the other kids, even when teachers asked him to. 

you always found yourself absentmindedly looking at him as you played with friends, wondering why.

he was silent for a moment, and you debated going back. “i don’t really like kids.” he said quietly, his eyes back on the puzzle as he looked for the next piece. 

you giggled like he had said the most outrageous statement ever, “but you’re a kid, silly.” you said, taking a step closer and sitting down next to him unpromptedly.

“well, i don’t like those kids.” he said, eyes meeting yours and then he looked you up and down, surprised at the fact that you were sitting so close to him. 

“why are you sitting next to me?” he asked, his eyes wide with surprise and question as he looked at you. 

“um…” you trailed off, “because we’re friends now, duh.” you flashed him a big smile, shrugging your shoulders. 

—

he also made you laugh, and was there for you, and gave you advice, and helped you when you needed it, and he —well, he was just a really perfect friend in general. he always has been, since you were in the second grade. 

“i’m getting glasses,” you said in a singsong voice, “isn’t that crazy?”

“you’re getting glasses?” he arched a brow up at you, with an almost-barely-there smile.

“yeah,” you said through a chuckle, “i think it’s the universes way of getting me back for making fun of you, way back when you first got them.” 

grayson let out a breathy laugh and looked down at you, his gaze unwavering. “i distinctly remember you telling me how thankful you were to have 20/20 vision.”

“yeah, well…” you stifled a laugh, “you know what?” you voice perked up, a hint of humor present. “at least i know i’m gonna look better than you in them.” 

a smile found your face as you teased him— though deep down his glasses were one of your favorite things about him. 

the funny thing is, you distinctly remember teasing him about them to cover up just how much you adored them on him. 

—

“we aren’t friends. i don’t know you.” the little furrow in his brows only deepened as he looked at you.

“okay, well, i’m your friend. you don’t have to be my friend.” you shrugged simply, as you searched for the next puzzle piece on the floor, putting it into place once you did.

he watched you in silence, like you were saying something completely foreign to him, “but that’s rude of me, and it’s unbalanced,” his brows furrowed, his lips almost in a pout like he was severely stressed about this.

“okay, then just be my friend!” you smiled brightly at him once again, “problem solved.” you added, the look on your face a complete contrast to his — which was very confused. 

“but, friends are people who just want something from you. family always comes first.” he replied, like it was a rehearsed line he had heard a thousand times from someone else in his life. 

you wondered what kind of monster told him that, and you were determined on changing his mind. 

“what? no! friends are the best people you can find in the whole world. they’re your ‘family number two.’” you told him, but he didn’t seem convinced as he stared at you. “can i make you a proposal?” 

his blonde brows shot to the top of his head, “you want to marry me?” his eyes went wide as he slightly scooted back from you. 

“no, dummy! i meant like a deal,” you hummed, “i think i meant proposition…” you mumbled under your breath, more to yourself than to him.  

—

grayson smiled at you, his gaze unwavering. “oh, surely. without a doubt.” 

you gasped in mock offense, bringing yourself to sit up fully as you looked at him. “is that sarcasm you’re giving me, hawthorne?” 

grayson didn’t say anything in response, only laughing under his breath and shaking his head, returning back to typing whatever he was doing earlier. 

“you’re so rude, i don’t like you.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, sitting so close to him that you could rest your head on his shoulder. 

his eyes found you on his shoulder. though you didn’t meet his gaze, you definitely felt it. “well, i’m stuck with you forever, aren’t i?”

“yeah, unfortunately for me.” you said through an exhale. “i’m deeply regretting my choices right now.”  you mumbled , but you both knew that wasn’t true.

—

“deal? what deal are you giving me?“ 

“you just have to be my friend until friday! if you don’t like it, i’ll never talk to you again. i pinky swear.” you swore seriously, raising your eyebrows at the end to add to that effect. 

“buuuut,” you added, your voice taking on a complete 180. ”if you like it, even just a little, you’re stuck with me.” you paused for dramatic effect, adding in a singsong voice. “forever and ever.”

—

you felt him chuckle and you found yourself smiling at the mere action. he seemed to never laugh around anyone but you. “you know, that may have been the single choice in my life i don’t regret making.” 

the way he said that nearly undid you. you lifted your head, sitting upright to see him fully. 

your voice came out quieter than you thought it would, with a smile on your lips. “are you being serious?” your eyes searched his face, looking for any signs of teasing, even though you knew you wouldn’t find any. 

his answer was short, but it packed so much. “why wouldn’t i be?” there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on his face anymore, and his eyes stayed locked on yours, apart from when they flickered down to your lips for a millisecond. 

“i…” you trailed off, literally at a loss for words as his eyes looked into yours. “i don’t know,” you managed to come up with, eyes glued to his for far too long. 

“sorry,” you said through a laugh, “i don’t know what that was.” you shook your head as you looked back at the bed beneath you. 

you adjusted the way you were sitting, perhaps subconsciously putting a little bit of space between you. well, you had to. 

you couldn’t ruin your friendship because of your silly feelings. it’s part of the reason it’s lasted so long. better to have hidden your feelings and still have him, than speak them aloud and lose him. right? right. 

—

grayson’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched you, noticing the little bit of space you put in between you two as you quickly switched the topic, noticing the way you didn’t look straight up at him for more than 2 seconds, and the way your fingers fiddled with each other. 

he said something wrong, didn’t he? 

in all honestly, he wasn’t listening to a word you said, albeit, you weren’t paying attention to what you were saying either, just letting the words fall of your tongue without even thinking; trying to fill the awkward silence you had put there. 

as he nodded and gave vague responses to you, he replayed all the other moments he had come so close to saying something, something about the way he felt for you, and had felt for god knows how long.  

—

you left his house a few minutes later, pretending to get a text from your friend asking for you urgently. 

in all realness though, you went straight home, lay in bed, and screamed into your pillow. 

‘why did i say that? why can’t i just speak about my feelings? why am i like this?’ were some of the many thoughts that ran through your head like clockwork. 

next time, you promised yourself. next time you would talk about your feelings — or — next time you wouldn’t slip up in the slightest, so that tiny crack that led to said feelings wouldn’t ever show.

you weren’t entirely sure which one of the two you were promising. 

a/n: this was honestly more of a prologue to set the scene, the real stuff comes soon i promise!!

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@littlemissmentallyunstable @anintellectualintellectual @bewitchingkisses @maybxlle @sheisntyou

@emelia07 @midiosaamor @sweetreveriee @charsoamerican

[mafiasliege]

Can y'all imagine Lyra being absolutely EXASPERATED at the sheer amount of money grayson spends on her? I mean, I can imagine them being like-

Lyra: 900!?! YOU SPENT 900 DOLLARS ON ONE DRESS?!?

Grayson: um... well...

Lyra: Grayson...

Grayson: add, just um, one more ze-

Lyra: NINE THOUSAND DOLLARS?!?!? oh my god I'm wearing 9000 dollars!? *Gasps in realisation*

Lyra: (whispering) how much was that underwear you got me?

Grayson: 😶

BONUS

Avery, walking in: hey guys. what's wrong?

Lyra: I'm wearing 1000 dollars worth of underwear.

Avery: ...

Avery: wha-

[silly-little-gooses]

the inheritance games halloween headcanons!

I haven’t done tig headcanons in so long so let’s start this back up again!

libby's birthday is on halloween.

libby is a massive horror enthusiast and also loves tim burton.

grayson says he hates halloween and says it’s childish, but that’s only because his brothers constantly tease him about that one time he was cinderella for halloween as a kid.

avery commits to costumes so well. she’ll hand make the most detailed, elaborate costumes on the face of the earth.

max and xander always wear dorky couples costumes and they think it’s hilarious.

jameson and avery both claim to be scared of nothing, so during october, they’re constantly trying to scare each other. who succeeds?

xander trick-or-treated until he was 15. he only stopped because people wouldn’t give him candy anymore.

libby is constantly baking halloween-themed treats in the month of october

the hawthorne family hosts a massive halloween party every year

nash loves to carve pumpkins, but the mess makes avery go crazy

the whole gang watches a halloween or scary movie every day of october leading up to halloween

[blaaaaa3451]

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne...

My Boy’s so pretty :)

I'd feel like he'd play the Piano, you know? Including Photography and swimming. It just.. Fits, you know? He'd take photos of you so well, it's like he doesn't even have to try. Grayson Davenport Hawthorne is the type to move just a little bit closer to you when he can tell you're uncomfortable, the type to keep note of what you like so he knows what to get for your birthday. He's the type to begrudgingly match bracelets with you <3

[midiosaamor]

grayson hawthorne headcanons <333

matching outfits. even if you arent, he WILL go find some outfits that match yours

when you said you want him, he started crying because he never got the attention he needed

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION AND PHYSICAL TOUCH ARE HIS LOVE LANGUAGES. (but mainly words for affirmation)

literally gets you anything you want. that cute outfit you pointed at while you were on a walk with him? boom now it’s in your closet

will literally take naps with you and/or sleeps with you

doesn’t seem like it, but he’s a cuddlier when he’s asleep. like, tight hold, falls asleep immediately, never wants to get back up cuddlier.

BIG dates. only little if you two feel in the mood for something small

wakes up early to do his hair because he cuddled you so much it looks like a bush when he wakes up

holds your hand to show you that hes always there. anywhere and everywhere 🫶🫶

ever since eve, (GAG, still waiting for her character development) he makes sure to spend a lot of time with you and to make sure you dont get jealous

will literally bend his schedule to spend time with you

kisses you in public

the public first thought that you and jameson were dating when a news reporter saw you to together (much to averys demise), so he intensely kissed you out in public to show them that you two dating (emily trauma)

swims with you out in the pool

teaches you how to swim if you dont know how

POOL KISSES.

every time he dries himself faster after you two get out from the pool, he wraps his towl around you even if you have a towel on (he knows how cold you get even with a towel)

THE standard. literally aaron warner but in a different font.

when he has to fly somewhere without you, he makes someone (jameson) leave roses on your bed with a note (its always a love note or telling you he’s always thinking about you <3)

when he looks at you, he LITERALLY sees you as his wife. like this man wants to grow old with you once you show him he’s worth it

[riddles-n-games]

Here's a random list of headcanons to remind you that the TIG characters are human aka Not Their Finest Moments.

Avery gets up with frizzy hair and hates dealing with it so she usually braids it before bed.

Libby has made some bad bang decisions before like cutting them too short or trying the side layers.

Xander has been known to forget he has a thousand cables everywhere and trips over them on his way to the lab.

Grayson’s hair gets easily greasy so he has to wash it often.

Nash nicks his face several times when shaving.

Jameson is terrible at tongue-twisters.

Thea thinks she’s too much of a girl boss sometimes and decides to do a bold lip with a blouse on if she forgot to do makeup before getting dressed. Long story short: it doesn’t end well.

Max likes to pick at hangnails and often regrets it as she pulls too much skin.

Xander sometimes has too many scones in one sitting which leads to multiple trips to the bathroom in short succession.

Nash sometimes buys the wrong size hat but instead of returning it, he will stubbornly wear it until something wears it down.

Avery bites at her lip when she is feeling nervous or finicky and sometimes bites it at a weird angle that makes it hurt.

Libby loves slushies but forgets that she can’t handle them well so every summer, there’s too many incidences of brain freeze.

Jameson has long bangs so he has to swipe at them and in school he had to tie them back for labs.

Grayson forgets to keep his underwear and socks in better secured drawers which unfortunately means Tiramisu easily gets into them, leading to many mismatched socks and soggy boxers.

Max has had too many cases of accidentally closing the door with too much force after a fight with her parents.

Rebecca has gotten papercuts from books and gets real emotional at finding pages with dogears (except in school textbooks; chemistry can SUCK IT).

Avery is pretty good at opening jars but unfortunately there are times when she can't open it and is too stubborn admit it so when Jameson takes it to open it, she mutters, "I could have done that." when he coyly smiles.

Jameson has the occasional days where he can actually sleep like a normal person and when he does, he sleeps in late and when the stupid alarm goes off, he may have missed the phone a few times and so it rings for hours on end until he wakes up.

While working on his bikes, Nash occasionally has the unsavory motor grease shooting out at him.

Grayson has stubbed his toes multiple times passing by certain tables and dressers in his room but refuses to move them because the current set up looks pErFeCT according to the stubborn man.

[astraeajackson]

how i think the kids at heights country day see the hawthornes

nash: concerning obsession with cowboy hats. won best-dressed at the school costume parade wearing his exact same outfit. he threw a tantrum one morning when the gym teacher didn't let him run the mile in his sickass cowboy boots

grayson: hot as fuck. top student but he hasn't gone out with anyone in a million years. his long-suffering fangirls have thus resigned themselves to staring longingly at him as he cuffs his sleeves

jameson: absent half the year and when he is at school is absolutely nowhere to be found. teachers have tried and failed to put him in detention but he somehow escapes every single time. rumour has it he spent the entirety of the end-of-year exam playing golf on the roof

xander: a literal genius who is somehow single-handedly responsible for the destruction of half the labs at school. he was voted class clown for seven years in a row and accidentally set thea's hair on fire once

[f4iry-bell]

WHERE'S THE TROPHY

pairing: grayson hawthorne x f!reader

summary: where's the trophy he's just coming running to me :p

warning: none :3 maybe a bit ooc gray? (let's assume he got a lot of therapy)

a/n: idk much about sports or olympics so if this the scene here is impossible to happen IDC! it happens in this universe!!!! :p also inspired by the olympics if it wasn't obvious 😔

tagging: @unnoodles @nqds @alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1989fredd @imaseabear @never-enough-novels @elysianwayy77 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou

word count: 160 (ik too short)

masterlist

She wasn't shocked when Grayson broke the world record but it did shock her when he took off his swimming cap and goggles and ran straight to her all wet to get his victory hug from her. What also surprised her was that this is Grayson Hawthorne, her boyfriend who showers her with affections but keeps it down in public, running to her in front of a huge crowd and a million people watching.

She immediately hugged him back and let his wet body lift her up and spin her a little, when he finally put her down she stood on her tiptoe to kiss his forehead and then spoke “Congratulations, Gray. I'm so proud of you but you go get your medal now!”

“You're more precious.” He smiled and kissed her.

“I love you but go!”

“I love you too.” He kissed her lips one last time before going to get his gold medal he just won with ease. She couldn't help but feel so proud of him and feel so grateful to have him.

[downrightbooks]

‼️Slight Games Untold Spoiler‼️

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I feel as though I haven’t heard many people talk about the fact that Toby Hawthorne is a FREAKING ARTIST!!! And a remarkable one at that (According to Hannah).

Random headcanon: Toby would sell his drawings/sketches when he was on the run, and would use that money to pay for things like the postcards that he sent Hannah.

[cherryschaos]

I have this headcanon that all the Hawthorne Brothers took a number of years of ballet because Tobias Hawthorne wanted them to always move gracefully

[cherrys-writings]

Thankyou for replying so fast!can I request grumpy x sunshine dating hcs with grayson hawthorne where reader is the sunshine in the relationship?:)

Grumpy!Grayson x Sunshine!Reader

Thank you for being patient! Once things got rolling I may have gotten a little carried away, but we can never have enough Grayson Hawthorne

Sunshine Reader works at a nonprofit animal shelter. You happened to be working when Grayson came in to assess if the place was worth the foundation's donations 

Grayson being impatient with you at first, how could you not know he was the representative sent to evaluate the place for a grant from the foundation?

He couldn't help but admire your dedication when you ramble about animal personalities, way off track from his original question

Before you were together he thought you were stupid for being kind and optimistic all the time

He still doesn't get it

Grayson is slow to warm to physical contact

Calling him sunshine 

He loves when you touch his face, the way you run your thumbs across his cheekbones 

Telling people "he's smiling on the inside"

The easiest way to pull Grayson from his thoughts: nose boops  

Grayson pretends to be annoyed (he loves the little grin on your face but how do you always know when he's too in his own head)

Grayson being a Hawthorne, pulls out all the stops (kinda over the top and doesn’t know when he’s being too much)

You tell Gray that he’s all you want

He cries, how could he not? Someone he’s head over heels for chose him, told him that he’s enough

Everyone thinks the two of you are adorable

Cuddling touch starved grumpy Grayson, he never knew how much he needed it

He's practically addicted to cuddles

Teaching him to find beauty in the smallest things

In my head (and I hope this happens in The Grandest Game) Grayson builds a relationship with the Graysons (if you felt weird reading that I felt weird writing it)

Savannah having the exact same initial reaction Grayson did

Gigi being your cafe buddy

Attempting to tackle hug Grayson 

Dragging him along for walks on rainy days

Grayson giving in and walking without an umbrella because “it’s not fun with an umbrella”

Nash telling you it's like some part of Grayson has woken up since being with you

Everyone afraid of the absolute murderous look you get when he says Eve keeps trying to contact him  

Both of you give flowers to each other

Grayson confiding that he hasn't felt this happy in a long time 

"Sugar, why are you crying?"

Reassuring Grayson they're good tears 

Grayson slowly being more emotionally expressive 

You convincing Grayson to volunteer at the shelter 

The Brothers welcoming you immediately

Teaching Gray that he doesn’t have to be constantly suspicious of everyone

Becoming besties with Libby, the level of sunshiness is almost too much for everyone

*******************

Got some smut and hurt/comfort in the works.

[inmyheaddd]

half asleep - grayson hawthorne x reader

a/n: someone lmk how to acquire a sleepy grayson to cuddle with for myself pls wc: 368 masterlist

you were wide awake, your leg strewn across grayson’s torso and his arms wrapped around you. he was out like a light, and you should’ve been too. 

you blame the 2 extra coffees you had in the morning. in your defense, you were a walking zombie by 1pm, desperate for a boost of energy.

now, you had been laying there silently awake for an hour; it was impossible to go back to sleep.

you thought you were hilarious, so you slowly got out of his grip, propping yourself up on one elbow. 

“grayson, i need you to buy germany for me.” you whispered as you patted his shoulder.

you were spewing absolute nonsense, playing a prank on your boyfriend that you had seen other people do online.

“what?” he muttered. his slight pout, and the way his brows were furrowed with his eyes still closed made possibly the most adorable sight you’d ever seen.

you tried your hardest to not laugh, “you need to buy germany from the store. i asked you last week.”

“okay, okay, ill do it. just…” he patted his arm around looking for you, “come back to sleep, sweetheart.” he mumbled as he blindly reached for your waist again to pull you in closer, but you stayed put.

“wait but, what about the purple frogs in italy?”

“i’ll get them.” he said with a sleepy groan, “tomorrow.” he pulled you in closer successfully this time, and he grabbed the back of your knee, pulling it over his lower half as he wrapped his other arm around your shoulder.

you were shaking with laughter, biting your bottom lip trying not to wake him up.

his breaths were starting to steady and then you saw his brows furrow again. after a beat of silence, he blinked one open eye at you. 

“sweetheart, germany? as in the whole country?” 

you met his gaze sheepishly, holding back a laugh. “purple frogs in italy? are you alright?” he continued. it was impossible not to laugh now.

“i was just messing with you,” you said in between giggles, “i’m sorry,” you placed a hand on his cheek, and he smiled sleepily at the sound of your laughter, closing his eyes again momentarily. 

“i’ll try and get germany for you. no garauntees, my love, but i’ll do my best.” he mumbled sleepily as he brought your head to his chest, kissing the top of it. 

“what about the purple frogs in italy?” you muttered into his chest with a smile.

he let out a sleepy chuckle, “absolutely not.”

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@sweetlikeanangel @littlemissmentallyunstable @sheisntyou @emelia07

@anintellectualintellectual @tornqdowarnings @maybxlle

[mafiasliege]

Grayson Hawthorne Headcanons ✨🎻🏊‍♂️

(there's still like 10 hrs left on my poll but I'm impatient so 🙃 here we go hope y'all like them)

• he likes snow cones

• he sleeps hot (his brothers too, except xander) so he always needs the aircon to be really low

• he's had like 17 different tailors throughout his life because of how specific he is about his clothes 💀 (it's the only fragment left of his purported toddler nudist history, he NEEDS then to be comfy)

• has a natural profiling tendency (he's profiled multiple people in TBH)

• can sing well (canon), also he actually really likes to as well but never cultivated it as a yearly skill cuz he wanted at least one thing he liked to not become a competition 😞 (fuck you tobias)

• definitely keeps journals

• loves the sauna (there's definitely many of those in the house)

• loves eddie south and also likes to play jazz music more than classical, but tobias forbade it and made him focus on classical :( (cuz classical focuses more on perfection rather than jazz which is looser in approach)

• hates his gray eyes because he thinks they're really dull and cold 🥺

• he was that shy but smart kid in class whose report card description is always smth like "polite, quiet, and smart" (basically me tbh I was the shy kid 🤭)

• loved holding Jamie and Xan as babies 🥹

• sleeps like the dead (canon) but when they were all kids, he used wake up IMMEDIATELY when Jamie had a nightmare and wanted to be in his room 😭

[silly-little-gooses]

random the inheritance games headcanons!

idk what part this is lol

xander has a 30 step hair care routine

grayson is secretly very ticklish

nash has the really big dad sneezes (pls know what I’m talking about)

libby’s favorite animal is a raccoon

avery has a very high spice tolerance and can eat a lot of spicy food, unlike jameson, who can’t handle any spice and is very ashamed of it

nash sings in the shower. actually, not just singing. he BELTS in the shower.

xander isn’t scared of much, but for some reason, elevators freak him out

grayson had a massive frozen phase when he was younger and his brothers still tease him about it

libby loves to give herself fake freckles and she always looks adorable with them ofc

avery doesn’t tan. she just sunburns.

jameson worked as a camp counselor in high school

xander is chronically online and knows all of the latest trends. he often references social media trends to confuse nash, who’s never on his phone. xander’s created a game where he tries to see if nash can tell which trend xander just makes up or is actually real.

grayson's first word wasn’t mama or papa. it would’ve probably been something related to tobias or nash (or potentially calling one of them papa)

libby, avery, and max often have sleepovers together and it’s the most chaotic thing ever

max is the kid on christmas morning that wakes up last bc she stays up late and everyone has to wait for her to wake up before doing anything for christmas. xander is the first kid awake every year on christmas.

at some point, the four hawthorne brothers get matching tattoos

jameson does the doorframe lean thing (iykyk)

max never drinks water. she just magically survives on dr pepper and boba.