#grayson hawthorne needs a hug

[danni-1-graysons-version]

*cough**cough* Grayson

[arcaneafterhours]

just got it yesterday already halfway through the book i am scared

stressing tf out wanting to scroll through TIH tag but i dont have the brothers hawthorne yet its KILLING ME

[cherryschaos]

It still enrages me how Tobias Hawthorne told 12-year old Grayson that "Someday it's going to be you," knowing damn well that's something he never intended to happen

[cherrys-writings]

I can't stop thinking about this, so now it's going to be your problem too

Imagine little Grayson, maybe 4 years old. Imagine there's a massive storm that woke him up. Now the lightning flashes make the shadows in his room creepier. Sure he can hide under his covers, but there's nothing that stops the near deafening clap of thunder that shakes his bed. Grayson musters all his courage and runs from his room, hands covering his ears. Bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor as he goes to the one place he knows he'll be okay.

Nash.

By the time he gets to his big brother's room, little Grayson is crying. It's not hard to wake 10 year old Nash, given the loud storm. Sure Nash might act annoyed that one of his brothers is coming to sleep in his bed again, but he knows Skye wouldn't even let his siblings into her room, let alone into bed to comfort them. Nash sits up and makes room for his younger brother. He hugs him, rubs circles on his back until he's calm. Maybe he tells Grayson that thunder is just the cloud people going bowling. At some point they're joined by Jameson and possibly Xander (if it happened to be a really loud storm) Maybe he teaches them that you can tell how far away a storm is by counting the seconds between a lightning strike and thunder. All four brothers piled into one bed, Nash between Grayson and Jameson because "you're squishing me Gray!" They all doze off counting the seconds between lightning and thunder. Nash would not admit that he was a little afraid too and liked the company.

For the longest time, Nash is the person the three younger Hawthornes seek when they're afraid at night. Nightmare? Run to Nash. Hear something, but you can't find what made the noise? Run to Nash.

The Brothers finding comfort with each other throughout childhood. Of course, Tobias Hawthorne could appreciate the bond the four boys had. Until Grayson is around 8 or 9 and the old man says something about Hawthorne men not being afraid of anything. Maybe he even says he expected little Grayson to grow out of this already and that's enough to make Grayson stop going to Nash or Jameson when he gets scared. Grayson. Little Grayson, covers wrapped tightly around himself wiping away tears from the worst nightmare ever. Grayson telling himself that he can't disappoint his grandfather by not facing his fears. Little Gray might relay what was said to Jamie and Xander, but he still makes room if one of them needs comfort in the middle of the night. Grayson's sleep quality steadily declined. If he couldn't talk himself out of the fear from a nightmare he would just force himself to stay awake.

[the-inheritance-games]

Spoilers!!!!

Why are the Graysons called Grayson?

bc they are all GRAY on the inside…..straightup clinically NOT OKAY, the masters of not feeling and suppressing their feelings all for the benefits of the people they love the most, protecting everyone but they're own mental health smh 😔

[lyrakanefanatic]

just realized that the line “my father is the worst man alive, and im his favourite daughter” from percy jackson also apples to savannah grayson 💔💔

[thefatedbonechameleon]

I just finished chapter 49 of The Brothers Hawthorne and HOLY SHIT.

I thought that Tobias freaking Hawthorne was an absolute psychopath in The Inheritance Games Trilogy but this bitch defies all my expectations and then some. Calling him a psychopath is too nice. We need to invent a new word for this mf because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MAN?!

[bewilderednobody]

I need a few hours to think about the Hawthornes

[wish-i-were-heather]

LADIES FIRST ⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X LYRA KANE

ABOUT: 1306 words

STORY: grayson and lyra get a little distracted on their way to a formal event

WARNINGS: uhh i mean its grayson and lyra so i guess kinda suggestive but like its fine

requested by @maybxlle <33

A/N: they're such a hot couple im gonna cry

Grayson stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for what felt like the hundredth time. It didn’t really need to be fixed, he’d done it right the first time, but he had nothing better to do as he waited. The hotel room they were sharing was small; despite Grayson obviously being a Hawthorne, they hadn’t gotten a fancy room. Just a simple one with a bed, a bathroom, and a closet.

That was mostly insistence from Lyra. 

He forced his hands down to his side as his eyes focused behind him in the mirror. The bathroom door was closed, and had been closed for the past hour. “Lyra,” Grayson finally called. “How much longer are you going to take?”

“You can’t rush perfection,” her muffled voice responded through the door. 

“You’re always perfect. I don’t see why you need to put in all this effort.”

“Flattery isn’t going to hurry me, Gray,” she sang.

Grayson sighed. He turned around and walked away from the mirror and towards the door. When he checked the time on his watch, it read 5:30 PM. “It starts at six.”

“I know,” Lyra said. “It’s a five minute drive. We’re fine.”

“I have to get there early,” he told her, growing more impatient. “Avery asked if I could give a few words before it starts.”

“What? Why you?”

He laughed, a sound that very few people got to hear. “You wound me.”

“Want me to kiss you better?”

“You can’t kiss me through a closed door.”

She didn’t respond.

“Lyra,” Grayson repeated, his tone growing serious. But there was a smile on his face despite himself. “I’m about five minutes away from going in there and carrying you out.”

“Five minutes?” She echoed. “I’m going to need at least six.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

He didn’t argue with that. 

Instead, he stepped closer to the bathroom door and hesitated for only a second, his hand hovering over the handle of the door. But then he opened it, willing to deal with whatever complaints he got from Lyra. 

But the moment he opened the door, Grayson froze. 

Lyra was standing in front of the mirror, doing the last touches of her makeup. He didn’t really know what she was doing, what brush did what, any of that, but it didn’t matter. He could only stare at her in awe, enchantment, adoration, in love as she applied her lipstick, paying him no mind.

The dress she wore was a deep red that hugged her curves in all the right places. It had a small slit on the bottom that stopped just at the top of her leg, just before it revealed too much. 

Her hair was styled perfectly, falling down past her shoulders with such grace that he wondered if she was real. The lipstick she’d just finished applying was a matching shade of red to the dress, and the rest of her makeup only made her even more stunning. 

Grayson found himself unable to look away. 

He could only stare. No words managed to escape him. No praises, no compliments. Just the way his eyes traveled her up and down, like taking her in for the very first time.

Lyra put the lid on her lipstick and turned to him, a grin making its way onto her face when he saw him.

“Did I manage to make the Grayson Davenport Hawthorne speechless?”

Grayson blinked a few times, struggling to find his voice. Speechless he certainly was. 

“You always do, Lyra Catalina Kane.”

Her smile widened. “I am honored to have that power. Now since you forced your way in here, could you please help?” She asked, turning around so he could see the back of her dress, where the zipper was only halfway done. He nodded.

There was a moment where they stood in silence, intimately close to each other, his hand pulling the zipper.

“Zip it up, Grayson.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Once the dress was zipped up, Grayson let his fingers stay on the small of her back. They stilled there for a moment before his hand slid up to her neck. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against his back.

“You know,” he whispered in her ear. “This dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

Lyra laughed, turning around to face him properly. “Is that a problem?”

“Depends on who’s looking.” His hand found her leg, slowly making its way up it.

“Don’t worry, Grayson,” she told him, leaning into his touch. “I’m not dressing up for anyone but you.”

He nodded dumbly as his hand wandered its way under the bottom of he dress. “Mhm.” 

Lyra took in a sharp breath.

“If you keep this up-”

Grayson interrupted her by pressing a kiss to her neck.

He felt her shiver underneath his touch. The kiss was slow at first, letting his mouth linger for a moment, feeling her warmth and being able to smell her sweet perfume. 

Lyra’s breath caught, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned towards him. Her hands gripped the bottom of his suit jacket, careful not to undo the effort he’d put into his outfit. Still, she held onto him like he was the only thing keeping her steady.

Grayson’s hand paused just under the fabric of her dress, knowing they couldn’t take it too far. 

Not yet.

He placed another kiss right under her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “If I keep this up then what, sweetheart?”

She swallowed hard. “Then we might be late.”

Grayson chuckled before he leaned back just a bit, locking his eyes with hers. “And would that be such a bad thing?”

“Depends on what you have in mind instead.”

Without breaking eye contact, Grayson tilted her chin up to further face him. He then closed his eyes and closed what little space was left between them as their lips connected. 

Lyra responded eagerly, moving with equal intensity. The kiss deepened as they leaned impossibly closer to each other, as if trying to merge into one. Her hands made their way up to his shoulders, pulling him even more towards her. His hand found the back of her neck, slowly so as to not ruin her hair. 

When they finally broke apart, after what felt like a million years, they were both breathless, their faces flush. 

“We should probably get going,” Grayson said, his voice unintentionally deep. He cleared his throat. “Jameson will question us if we’re late.”

“As if he doesn’t always.”

Grayson watched as Lyra collected her things from the counter, hastily tossed it into her handbag, and pointed to her shoes on the floor. High heels that would take more time than they had to put on.

“It’s fine,” she said as she went to pick them up. “I'll put them on during the drive there. Let’s go. Can’t have you being late.”

But Grayson was there in a heartbeat, snatching the heels from the floor. Without a word, he slipped off his own shoes. 

“Gray, I love that you’re trying to be gentlemanly, but it’s just a walk downstairs-”

“Wear my shoes or I’ll carry you.”

Lyra paused for a moment, as if considering her options. With a defeated sigh, she stepped into his clearly oversized shoes. “Better?” She asked. “Now that I look like a clown?”

Grayson shook his head, smiling.

“Not a clown. A queen.”

“I can’t with you,” she said, laughing despite herself. “Okay, let’s go.”

Grayson led her out the bathroom door. He checked that they had all their belongings, and then checked his watch. 5:46. He’d have no time to practice his speech before giving it, how wonderful. 

He didn’t mind, though. It was worth it. 

For Lyra.

He opened the door with one hand, holding her shoes in the other.

“Ladies first.”

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[priniya]

hii can i request jameson hawthorne x fem reader who is kind of like his aunts or grandfathers intern? ans j like them w a super flirty relationship and tension. ty!!

˗ˏ` INTERNSHIP! 🎞️ ´ˎ˗

pairing. jameson hawthorne x intern!reader

summary. jameson’s life seems to get undeniably more boring than ever and alisa comes with a rescue.

author’s note. i LOVE jameson hawthorne. i felt like i needed to say that. idk if this is flirty enough but i hope u like it <3 thank u so much for the req, i love my boyfriend 🫶 not proofread! i wrote it at night so might be lots of typos or grammar mistakes 👎👎

EVERYTHING WAS BORING, college was boring, annoying grayson was boring, which truthfully made jameson feel as boring as ever. it almost felt as if his life lost its true meaning. it reached the point, where avery would poke fun at him, saying things like nana probably threw a spell on you, or look at that, jameson hawthorne has nothing to do, the world is ending, which was, well… amusing, although he couldn’t admit it.

jameson’s life was getting more and more monotonous each day and for the first time, he didn’t know what to do with it. there was no thrill, no adrenaline rushing through his veins, nothing — and as a certified middle child, he was going absolutely crazy, becoming almost insufferable. xander thought it was funny, seeing him all worked up, but not at all at the same time.

it would go on until alisa brought an intern, who — as it turned out later — was the girl he met on a trip to tuscany during his gap year. someone he had an incredible connection with, but back then, jameson didn’t want any strings attached, which… resulted in a wave of regret, because he couldn’t let himself get your name.

hawthorne could feel his throat getting dry as his eyes scanned your outfit. the light beige shirt with the top button undone, so it wouldn’t suffocate you, the pencil skirt hugging your hips and thighs, exposing your legs almost perfectly. if he was even more unhinged than he usually is, he would probably had his mouth full of foam.

what was even worse than the outfit, which made him extremely feral, was that you didn’t even flinch when alisa introduced you and your eyes fell upon him. maybe he was wrong and mistook you for the tuscany girl? maybe you were just a random girl, who looked incredibly attractive in her work attire, that looked extremely similar to other girl he met in italy? so many questions, yet so little answers.

a long sigh has left your lips, the second you ran your face with cold water. of course, your luck had to bring you to the house of the guy you spent the best month of your life with. how was that even possible? neither of you had ever believed in the ‘we’ll meet again if we’re meant to be’ type of thing. you always said that life is made by coincidences, nothing is ever planned for you beforehand and as long as you’ve the money, no one will care what you’re doing. but here you were, in his house, wearing pieces of clothing you wouldn’t wear if you knew, feeling like a crap from pulling an all nighter the night before.

jameson winchester hawthorne has looked as good as you remembered him. dark, velvet dress shirt embracing his toned stomach and muscular arms that once (or twice) were wrapped around you. though, after all this time, he still wore the rings you bought him, which made your heart race.

you genuinely thought that the racing of your heart would stop after some time, especially since the internship at mcnamara, oren and jones had you spending an excruciating amount of time in the hawthorne house with jameson always being somewhere around. he’d often find you in the hallway, hardly ever exchanging more than few words, though always making sure to brush against your skin slightly.

“you’re agitating.” you muttered, when his back leaned against the counter, while you were fixing yourself a coffee, which unlike at the company, was truly amazing. “don’t have anything better to do?”

“c’mon, yn.” he sighed almost playfully, rolling his eyes at you. “can’t even crack a smile for me?” jameson’s tone coated your mind, sending a warm wave to your cheeks. it was the most thrilling thing to him these last couple weeks. seeing you get so flustered over the smallest act gave him the same feeling like when he cliff dived.

“i’m working, jameson.” the way his name rolled off your tongue made him smile. “it’s not tuscany. i need to get stuff done.”

“you remember tuscany, huh?”

this man was driving you insane. the way he smirked at you, the way his words had such an effect on you, the way he always knew what to say to make you flustered. “you’re such an idiot.” was all you said about his last comment, rolling your eyes at him as you noticed the red lipstick stain on the white mug.

YOU COULDN’T REALLY PINPOINT THE MOMENT when the strictly–formal conversations with the hawthorne brothers and grambs sisters became so casual. you couldn’t wait for the hawthorne days as you called them, when you could leave the bureau and the paperwork to join alisa with whatever she was doing there. most of the time, xander would steal you away to ask you the stupidest questions about law enforcement and law in general just to leave you fifteen minutes later.

as much as you tried to push jameson away to not raise any suspicions of the history you had, he was irresistible. always making sure to tease you in some kind of way. unfortunately or not, you started caving in, just like he predicted.

before you know it, your thighs were met with the cold surface of the bathroom counter in some fancy restaurant, the fabric of your emerald silky dress has ridden up as jameson pushed his right hand up your thigh, the left one squeezed your waist. his lips were pressed against yours, moving with a rough, possessive manner. some would say it was the tense atmosphere building up, when he couldn’t get you where he wanted.

and in that exact day, exact moment, jameson had you right when he wanted. it was a casual hangout, just him, his brothers, libby, avery and her friend, who also happened to be soon to–be–girlfriend of his youngest brother. but to jameson’s pleasure, everyone grew so fond of you that avery suggested you should go with them.

the theme was comfort, but elegant. so, the outfit of your choice was the silky dress that was accompanied by the necklace you got back in italy. the first words that came out of jameson’s mouth was a stutter. the sight of you made him stumble over the sentence he tried to make.

“you look — so amazing.” he groaned as his lips made a trail down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, when his teeth had bitten the sweet spot right above your collarbone. “so fucking gorgeous.” the chain of praises was never ending.

your hands got on the collar of his shirt, gripping it as he continued to leave marks on your collarbones and shoulders. as much as you enjoyed his actions, you missed the feeling of his lips on yours. you pulled him up, hungrily crashing your mouth into his.

fifteen minutes later, the red lipstick was nowhere to be found on your face. on the other hand, there were lots of it on jameson. you were still sitting on the marble counter, legs wrapped around hawthorne’s hips. his mood was definitely better as he was zipping up your dress.

“a quickie in the bathroom, when did you turn so naughty, hm?” a chuckle escaped mouth as he watched you wipe the excess of your lipstick off his chin and bottom lip. “i met this cute guy during my vacation in europe. a real charmer.” you replied with a smirk, fixing the lacy strings of the dress as you jumped off the counter.

your chest was touching his, but neither of you moved away. you were still a little breathless from the unexpected activity and to be completely honest, it wasn’t enough — just looking at his stupid, handsome face made you crave him even more. you weren’t the only one though, considering that hawthorne couldn’t take his hands off of you as he brought one to your chin, tilting it upwards to have an easy access to kiss you again.

an involuntary grin hovered over your lips as his fingers brushed your cheek in a tender manner, before fixing his messy hair and leaving the bathroom. he closed the door just to open it again to wink at you and leave to get back to his siblings.

YOU COULD TELL that everyone already knew about the tiny thing going on between you and jameson. nevertheless, pretending like it wasn’t true was easier than admitting it. as long as alisa wasn’t asking any questions or forbidding you from showing up to the hawthorne house, you didn’t really care.

it was early, maybe even too early for your liking, when the alarm in your phone went off, earning a hoarse, incoherent groan from jameson, whose arm only tightened around your naked body. the only things covering you from flashing someone accidentally were the white sheets that kept you warm at night.

“turn it off.” another groan escaped his throat. he knew what this meant, it was five o’clock and you had to get to your dorm to get ready for the bureaucratic nightmare, as he liked to call it, at the law firm, which always handled all his familial issues. “gorgeous, there are lots of your stuff here, just go back to sleep. you can get ready here.”

“i can’t.” you replied, planting a few sweet kisses on his bare shoulder. “everyone will know i was here if i left later.” you added, your voice soft. your fingernails gently scratching the back of his neck.

“you act like they don’t know already.” you could swear he just laughed, his sleepy demeanour made him even more attractice at this point. “sorry to break it to you, gorg, but once you start, you forget all about quietness.” ironically, this shut you up immediately, red already spreading all over your cheeks.

“you know what’s funny?” a question rolled off his tongue, catching your interest, even though you couldn’t quite make out his words as his face was buried in the white pillow. “xander texted me to ask you to moan a few decibels less.”

“oh god, i am never leaving this room again.” you said embarrassed, hiding your face in hawthorne’s arm.

“i like that idea.” he laughed, pulling you even closer, shifting a little to shut your phone off completely. “make it my early christmas gift.”

[luna-and-la-estrellas]

ALLERGIES - G.D.H

: ̗̀➛ pairing: grayson hawthorne x reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: fluff

: ̗̀➛ summary: your boyfriend had bought you flowers that contained pollen. being allergic to pollen, you obviously get sick, and feeling guilty, gray is there to take care of you

author's note: i have writer's block so welcome to part three of me trying to get out of it while fighting my inner demons. if you don't have allergies, i envy you (as someone who is allergic to everything but food)

GRAYSON felt terrible. he didn't know that those daisies he bought you contained something you were allergic to. now, due to his mistake, you lied on the bed with pink, watering eyes while sniffling.

the blond boy begun apologizing for what seemed like the twentieth time today, and you murmured, "it's not your fault, gray, it's those stupid flowers..." though, your words didn't quite calm the poor pacing boy.

"libby once sent me recipes to make herbal tea," he said, "i'll make you a cup of tea, maybe that'll help...?" grayson went to make tea, soon coming back up to serve it to you. by then, you sneezed into a tissue.

with care, grayson put the small cup on the bedside table and murmured, "you should really take your medicine." you didn't reply as you used eyedrops, blinking away and hoping that it will reduce the redness of your eyes. you thank him for the tea.

he watched you and felt a pang of guilt once again. not long after, you take tea and your medicine in one go before saying, "gray, do you know what will make me feel better?"

he arched a brow. you said, "if you get into this before and hug me i'm pretty sure i'd feel better." the boy huffed a light laugh before obliging.

you grinned softly in victory as he wrapped his arms around you and pecked your forehead. "how are you feeling, princess?"

"i'm feeling better, maybe you need to keep pecking my forehead and hugging me."

[danni-1-graysons-version]

this line breaks me everytime i read it.

i hate the fact that emily ruined Jameson and Grayson's relationship. they were literally inseparable and now they basically hate each other.

i really hope that some day they'll find it in themselves to forgive each other, to realise that it's not either of their fault. i hope that they'll realise that emily was a little manipulative brat that was treating them both like they were a game. fuck emily.

[hearthown]

Hawthorne Love Languages

Nash : ACTS OF SERVICE

- I can see Nash appreciating acts of service especially stuff like preparing meals, folding his laundry, and just helping him out with stuff in general.

- It was mentioned in TIG that he was badly in need of a haircut so maybe constant reminders about that too 😭 (I'M SURE LIBS CAN CONVINCE HIM)

- Making sure that he takes care of himself / rests as much as he works - I really think he'd appreciate that since he has that nomadic lifestyle and really needs someone to ground him like that (hope it makes sense!)

Grayson : WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

- This man NEEDS to know that he doesn't have to have everything figured out so SOMEONE (ahem) needs to tell him that and knock some sense into him so he doesn't fall into an endless abyss.

- Words matter to him. I know they do.

- He needs someone who won't give up on him no matter how impossible he is, someone who is not afraid to stand up to him and someone whose words can act as a weapon as much as a way of expressing love.

Jameson : PHYSICAL TOUCH

- Do I need to explain? He's a sensation-seeker so cuddles and hugs and kisses are definitely his love language.

- We've seen a lot of his interactions with Avery and they involve physical touch. (Even their tracing game, the one where they draw stuff on each other's hands mentioned in TBH)

- Jameson is someone who needs to FEEL to know that something is real.

Xander : QUALITY TIME, GIFT GIVING

- OMG Xander strikes me as the kind of guy who is superrrrr excited if you tell him you got him a gift plus, he loves surprises.

- Spending quality time such as, building a contraption with him, movie night (STAR WARS), baking(!!!!) are definitely things that make him happy.

- Bantering. Bantering. Bantering. Talking about nonsense while staring into each others eyes. (MAX, I'M LOOKING AT YOU) Burst out laughing as the conversation gets more and more ridiculous.

[cherryschaos]

Inheritance games headcanons because I finished my finals

Thea pours milk into the bowl before cereal

The Brothers ways wanted a dog, but Tiramisu is the first because Tobias Hawthorne never let them

Pen whore Grayson will never admit that dollar store pens are some of his favorites @riddles-n-games

Nash has made appearances in soap operas as a heartbreaker with a heart of gold

Xander and Jameson are trying to find Atlantis

Alisa makes those how would you say ___ in legal speak videos

Max’s way of “cursing” is what everyone in Hawthorne House does now

Avery and Libby watch anime together

Grayson wants a relationship, he's just afraid of being open and vulnerable to someone only for his heart to be broken

Gigi volunteers at animal shelters so she can hang out with cats

Libby has given Grayson advice on the whole having younger sisters thing

Grayson changed Jameson’s ringtone to the “I'm just Ken” parody as a joke

Jameson has yet to retaliate

Avery is still going to major in actuarial science, because she likes it

Xander wants to sample every bakery in the world and compile a list of the best for each dessert

Max hosts a Star Wars podcast

Nash reads romance books

Libby can't read spice without blushing

Xander actually wrote “The Care and Feeding of Your Broody Twenty-Year-Old Brother” he recommends leaving a trail of pens or traffic cones leading to the desired destination

Nana insisted on giving Avery and Libby etiquette lessons (think the princess diaries movies)

[cherrys-writings]

Hi :)

Could you maybe write smth where Grayson is hospitalized and Jameson is pretending he doesn’t care (but he does)

A Few Minutes With His Brother

Warnings: Angst, Bodily injury, hurt Grayson

Grayson was catching up with Avery and the bodyguards when he was thrown from his feet, heat searing his shoulder. He landed hard on the cold asphalt with a sickening crack. Grayson tried to push himself up only for blinding pain to force him back to the ground. Ears ringing, he tried to look for Avery. She needed to be safe. Something was dripping into his eyes. Grayson fought to keep them open, he had to make sure Avery was safe, for Jameson’s sake. Blurry figures were running towards him, someone was yelling. Fuck, his head hurt…everything hurt. Grayson wanted to escape the pain for just a second when he let his eyes fall shut.

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

Oren held Avery back while his men rushed to check on Grayson. He was too still. She kept waiting for him to get up and dust off his suit. His pained yelling stopped so suddenly Avery could only assume the worst. She didn’t force herself to stifle her sobs. Grayson was just trying to help her figure out part of the puzzle that was Hawthorne Island. Instead, he got caught up in an attempt to end her life. 

“Stop fighting me so I can let the paramedics through when they arrive,” Oren growled.

“Is he BREATHING?” Avery screamed as Oren hauled her to the bullet-proof SUV. 

One of the men had two fingers pressed to Graysons neck, “Don’t move him,” he said. 

Sirens blared in the distance and Avery could just make out the red flashing lights of the first responders. She tried to open the door. She needed to see for herself that Grayson was breathing, but it wouldn’t budge. Apparently bullet-proof cars come with child locks. 

Avery watched as they put a brace around Grayson’s neck and slowly got him onto a backboard. She didn’t see much else as they loaded him into the ambulance, one of her security team riding along. She watched the firefighters spray water on the ball of flame that was once a jet as the rest of the security team made their way back to the SUV. The one in the passenger seat told Oren what hospital the three ambulances were going to. Avery hadn’t seen the other two injured men, her focus only on Grayson. 

Avery was taken directly to a hotel, despite her protests to go to the hospital. She paced the room as she waited for Oren to return with news. Suddenly, Avery realised she should let everyone know what happened, although someone probably notified them. Still, she got her phone out anyway and called Libby. 

“Avery! Nash just got a call. Something about a bomb on the plane, are you okay?” Libby was on the verge of tears. 

“I’m alright Libs, but…Grayson,” she took a deep breath, “Grayson’s hurt. I don’t know how bad it is; they won’t let me near the hospital.”

There was yelling in the background. “We’re on our way Avery.”

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

Grayson squinted against the too bright lights. He groaned as the pain came flooding back. His head, ribs, shoulder, just about everything hurt. He tried to turn his head, but something wouldn’t let him. A gentle hand was on his shoulder when he tried to sit up. 

“You’re in the hospital. The plane exploded. They say you might need surgery.”

Grayson recognised the member of Avery’s security, but his name eluded him. If that ringing would stop maybe he could remember. 

A nurse walked in, “your c-spine is okay, so we can take that off your neck now. The trauma surgeon is reviewing your scans.”

After she left the room Grayson asked, “where’s Avery?”

“She’s safe, sir.”

The response sounded far away as black dotted his vision again. People around him started moving quickly and his bed was rolling down the halls. He was pulled from one bed to another. Someone was talking to Grayson, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Maybe something about oxygen. He let the darkness overtake him again. 

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“Maybe he’ll finally be rid of that stick up his ass,” Jameson sneered.

“That’s enough Jamie,” Nash said, striding over to take his brother by the arm. Nash pulled him into the bathroom, practically throwing Jameson inside. “We almost lost our brother and all you can do is make jokes. I know you two had your fights, but this is just sick.”

Jameson rolled his eyes, “Grayson will be awake and bossing everyone around again in no time at all. He’ll walk it off.”

Everyone took turns sitting in Grayson’s room. The second he was stable, they had him moved to Hawthorne House. Believing he would recover quicker if he was at home. Grayson still hadn’t woken up. Jameson wouldn’t stop telling anyone who would listen how quickly Grayson would bounce back, his voice shakier each time. Jameson had taken to sleeping in a recliner beside Grayson’s bed. It had been nearly a week since the bomb, while Grayson continued to improve physically, he wasn’t showing signs of waking anytime soon. Jameson’s attitude turned the third day he was home. He never left Grayson’s room, barely ate, and if they listened closely, they could hear Jamie’s shaky voice telling his brother how much he loved and needed him. That he was lost without his older brother and even though they fight he wants Grayson in his life more than anything. At night, Jameson didn’t stop any tears that fell as he held Grayson’s hand and stared at the sharp lines on the heart monitor, the only indication that his brother was still with him. 

Nash and Xander could barely get Jameson away long enough to take a proper shower. He was always back within a few minutes, hair wet, taking his spot again in the recliner. Avery tried to get Jameson to play chess, but that only upset him more. He and Grayson had learned together after all. Avery had no idea what to do. Jameson had never been this broken up about anything before. She would sit with him by Grayson’s bed, trailing her fingers up and down his arm. Sometimes she could get him to take a few bites of food, but most of the time he would just sip the water she would bring. Avery hated that she couldn’t constantly stay with the two of them. Some nights she would sleep on a cot set up in the room. Other nights she would stroke Jameson’s hair until he fell asleep, one hand resting on Grayson’s bed. 

Something stirred Jameson in the middle of the night. It took him a moment to hear the faint, scratchy voice asking, “Where? Where?”

He could hear the fear creeping into Grayson’s voice and he scrambled to turn on the lamp on a nearby table. Grayson groaned in pain at the sudden brightness. Jameson could hardly believe it; his brother was awake. Grayson’s eyes had finally opened. Jameson sniffled, trying not to tear up just yet.

“Where?”

Jameson rushed back to sit on the edge of the bed, “Home. You’re home Gray.”

Tears streamed down his face as he stared at Grayson. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to his brother’s. “You woke up.”

Grayson wrapped an arm weakly around Jameson, “It’s okay Jamie. It’s okay now.”

Jameson sat back, it wasn’t okay yet. He had no idea how to begin. How to tell Grayson how afraid he had been. How worried everyone was. He knew he should call the doctor and get Grayson assessed, but he needed a few more minutes with his brother. 

Grayson reached for his brother’s hand, squeezing it as tightly as he could, “I love you too Jamie.”

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Grayson with fem!pregnant reader? 🫣

grayson hawthorne x pregnant!reader

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warning: mention of tobias, panick attack, feeling unworthy, abandonment issue if you squint.

The volume of her voice was slowly disappearing to Grayson. He could feel the sweat on head and palms as his heart was beating faster than it should. This cannot be happening. No, he's young even if he wasn't this can't happen. Even if it is with her. 

“Grayson!” Her voice raised, the way her chest was rising up and down showed him that she's just as afraid as him. Grayson was not mentally prepared for this situation. This situation never occurred in his mind ever. “Say something.” She pleaded.

He exhaled through his mouth and said “I-I need a moment.” 

“Wait!” He didn't hear anything else as he stormed out of the room grabbing his key from her apartment.

He drove back to the Hawthorne House. He prayed no one would be there as he went straight to the pool. With just his boxers Grayson dived into the pool, he stayed down for more than usual.

Images of his own biological father and his words came to his mind. Words of his grandfather, how he raised Grayson and his brothers, how he has damaged them. Grayson doesn't know any other way, he was under his grandfather's wing, he was raised to be perfect and extraordinary. And yet he was the most damaged Hawthorne. By heavens he found her and she has accepted him for him. But a child? How will it accept a broken father who knows nothing about raising children other than the way his grandfather had.

All he could think was how disappointed his grandfather would be in him if he was here, how he would point out Grayson’s irresponsible action. How he would have ‘handled’ the situation like he handled his mother’s. 

When he finally stopped swimming his life out he checked his phone expecting her to call him but he found none. Zero calls and texts from her. He immediately grabbed his clothes and walked as fast as he could to his car to drive to her apartment.

He hated himself right then for how selfish he has been. He didn't think about her, who is actually carrying their child. He let his emotions and personal issues get all over. He will never forgive himself for how he left her there.

When he reached her apartment he knocked hastily. He was scared, she'll be mad and won't let him in. She will raise their child alone rather than let it be raised by someone like him. Someone who couldn't even process important news like an adult. Someone broken as him, unworthy of being a father. Maybe the baby will be better off without him. 

He stopped knocking and was about to leave when the door opened. He expected her to ask him to leave but instead her face relaxed, in relief to see him and stepped forward to hug him. 

He whispered her name. 

“I thought you weren't going to come back.” She cried in his arms. “I thought you were leaving me. Leaving us.”

“You're not mad?” He asked, surprised.

“I was, I thought you needed time to process. But it was getting late, Gray. I thought you did not want us.” She pulled back to see him, her eyes were pooled with tears.

“I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have just taken off like that. Please forgive me. I swear you'll never not see me after this moment. I'll be by your side all the time. You can move to my House, or I could move here. Or we could get a new house, bigger. All three of us cannot live in this apartment, if you don't want to come to Hawthorne House.” He would have kept going on about how he would handle this if she didn't stop him.

“Grayson.” She chuckled. “We do not have to get a new house, the baby isn't coming out anytime soon.”

“Right.” He was relieved that she stopped crying.

“I do not forgive you for leaving me like that for a while without a word.” She reminded him.

“I know. And I'll do everything to make it up to you.”

“I know you will. And I do not want to bother your family by moving there.”

“You won't, they won't even notice you've moved. They'd be happy to be honest. And you must see The Hawthorne Nursery.”

“I will. We'll decide where we will be after the baby when the baby is born. We have plenty of time.”

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Hawthorne Gc

Jameson: Grayson is PREGNANT.

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5 months later the baby bump was showing and Grayson couldn't be more content. He had his moments where he didn't feel worthy enough to be a father but after he told her why he stormed off she understood him and assured him he will be wonderful. He has brought multiple books on parenting and looked up videos. His love for his girlfriend only seemed to be growing more than it ever did. He barely let her walk, even in the house.

“This sucks.” She said after swallowing the food. He has also been patient with her mood swings.

“You used to love this, my love.” He reminded her.

“It sucks now.” But she ate anyway.

She suddenly stood up. “What is it?”

“I have to pee.” She has also grown to accept and love his pampering. She let him help her to the bathroom, sometimes he even used to carry her from room to room. He spoonfed her most of the time. He reads to her and after she falls asleep he reads a children's book to the baby bump or tells some stories about its mother and how much he loves him or her. The fear he had five months ago vanished completely, he couldn't wait to become a father, to hold his baby and raise it with her.