#jealous grayson hawthorne

[cherrys-writings]

Dating grayson and him getting jealous?:)thank youu!!

Your Favorite Kisses

+18 Explicit sexual content, biting, marking, jealous Grayson

It’s not like you could have guessed this was the missing piece to your relationship. Probably a dream relationship, two friends accidentally falling for each other. You and Grayson becoming an Us. Nothing felt more right, you had him now and you couldn’t get enough, finally able to touch every inch of him. You tangle your fingers in his light hair, losing yourselves in each other. Grayson’s toned body trapping you against the wall, wandering hands teetering the line between confidence and hesitation. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Never failing to pull a gasp from you when he easily hauls you off your feet. You get to watch Grayson let go of his control. His perfect, deliberate kisses turning rushed and clumsy. The grazes of his teeth turning to full bites. 

The little “innocent” kisses. Something about when he kisses your hand makes you blush harder than anything. In public, Grayson will rarely do more than kiss your hands or cheeks, but he doesn’t keep his hands to himself. Always needing physical contact: an arm around your waist, a gentle hand on the small of your back, hand resting on your knee, or his fingers laced with yours. 

Affectionately dubbed the “princely brother,” Grayson once responded to a question about your relationship with, “she’s my queen.”

Then there are the less frenzied kisses. When you’re straddling his lap or laying on top of him. Grayson is content to hold you against him and explore your mouth with his tongue. His hands cradling your face, gently biting your lip, groaning into your mouth when you inevitably roll your hips against his. Until his large hands lock you in place, shushing your whine with an “I know sweetheart,” murmured against your skin. Always waiting for you to settle before starting again. Slowly getting you riled up with his hands lazily wandering, until you’re practically begging him to fuck you. Even then, he takes his time, worshiping every inch of your body. Kissing every area of exposed flesh, sucking and biting until you’re marked to his liking. Each one in a place for his eyes alone. 

You wouldn’t dare let anyone know that your favorite kisses come when Grayson is jealous. When someone has been staring too long, gotten a little too touchy,or flirted a bit too hard. Grayson has only so much self-control and it takes all of it to civilly get you away from whoever thinks they can touch what belongs to him and get you out of there. He doesn’t let you get a word out before crashing his mouth to yours, claiming the sounds you make as he pins you against the nearest wall, counter, whatever and pushing his thigh between your legs. 

Biting the sensitive part of your neck and growling, “almost bent you over and fucked you right there. Show him exactly who you belong to.”

Grayson’s hand covering your mouth as he plunges his fingers into your soaked entrance. “So wet already. Bet you wanted him to see me fuck you, huh?”

Your barely muffled moans are answer enough, his fingers curling just right. Grayson is just as relentless with his fingers as he is with his cock, bringing you to the edge, but not letting you fall into bliss, not yet. He wants to hear you beg for it. Beg for him to let you come. He doesn’t care who hears you, they’ll all know how good he makes you feel. The things you let him do to you. Not that pompous ass that had the audacity to touch what’s his. 

Grayson has you bent over a counter, hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he takes what he needs. You’re thankful for the waterproof mascara when tears pool in your eyes because it's too much but just so good. His face pressed against your neck, muttering obscene words as he leaves deep purple bruises you know you won’t be able to hide. 

“Everyone will know who you belong to now. Fuck. Gonna have my cum running down your thighs the rest of the evening.”

Grayson stifles his groans against your neck, “who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours.” you pant

“Tell them who you belong to,” he growls

“I’M YOURS”

Your legs nearly give out when you come, shuddering in his arms. His hips jerk then still when he finally comes, panting against your shoulder. He helps you fix your hair as best you can before finding a back way to sneak you out of whatever event you’re at. Grayson makes sure to go back and find that bastard. Keeping eye contact as he wipes your smeared lipstick from his mouth with a handkerchief.

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can you write a lyrason fic where grayson is jealous of lyras ex? preferably before they start dating. ❤️

Grayson Is Jealous.

Today was another normal day in the Hawthorne household.

Everyone had gathered around in order to discuss the next Annual Game night— which would be the third of the week, but you can’t do much once Xander insists.

“LETS PLAY DRINK OR DARE AGAIN!!” Demanded Xander.

Lyra considered the demand, she was in charge of choosing which games would be included in this game night. Apparently, it was a ‘Benefit of becoming a soon-to-be-sister-in-law’.

“Xander. The last time we played Drink or Dare, you made Avery scream Hamlet at the top of her lungs at 12am, made Libby an aspiring arsonist and almost made Max a boy.” Lyra deadpanned.

Nash chuckled while Jameson completely lost it. Grayson rolled his eyes as a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.

“I did no such thing, they had the choice to drink after all.” Xander replied sending a pointed glance towards the three in question.

Avery, who was used to the bull shit of the Hawthorne brothers, completely ignored Xander.

“Don’t do it, Lyra. You know the consequences of saying yes to a Drink or Dare game.” Avery warned her.

Lyra held back the urge to laugh. She was about to answer when her phone rang.

The room went silent as she checked who in their right mind would call her at 9 in the morning. Everyone knew she wasn’t a morning person.

Lyra was surprised to see a number on the screen. Grayson leaned over and raised a brow in question, seeing just the number.

She picked up, “Hello?”

A muffled voice came from the other side of the line, “Hello? Is this Lyra?” He sounded like a male.

Lyra paused for a second, she knew that voice. But she couldn’t quite put her finger on whose it was.

“Uh— yes. Who is this?” She asked, mildly embarrassed at not being able to recognise the person.

“… Lyra— you seriously don’t recognise me?” The other person asked sounding genuinely hurt.

Lyra paused again, wracking her brain cells cause she was damn sure she knew this person. And then it clicked.

“HOLY SHIT— HARRY????” Lyra screamed, quite literally springing up, off of her seat on the sofa.

Her embarrassing past began to catch up to her the moment she said Harry’s name out loud.

Harry. Harry Smith. Her childhood friend and also her… first boyfriend.

Lyra suddenly felt the need to crawl out of her skin, dig up a ditch in the floor and die.

Harry and Lyra were friends in the past. They were raised in the same neighbourhood and talked a fair amount of times.

She liked to dance and was fairly good looking, he also liked to dance and thought she looked pretty. So he asked her out. And she said yes. That’s it. No real reason. Just cuz.

Lyra mentally screamed into the abyss. I mean— they were middle schoolers. Can you blame them? Lyra had thought that maybe dating would get her mind off… things for a while.

She had been wrong. So they broke it off literally two days later. No hugs, no kisses, just one failed date.

Lyra realised that everybody was staring at her now. She nervously signalled for them to give her a minute and walked out to the balcony.

She heard Harry laughing on the other side of the line.

“Yes. It’s me. Thank god— I thought you might have Alzheimer's or something.” He joked. Lyra let out a forced laugh.

She didn’t hate Harry. They had continued being friends after their little ‘dating phase’ but eventually grew apart when Lyra moved away from Miles End.

This is bloody awkward. She thought to herself. She hated making conversation. It made her feel like she wasn’t herself again.

Lyra took a deep breath, “Anyways, what’s up? It’s been a while.” Said Lyra, finally.

Harry huffed, “I know right. College was crazy. I thought about contacting you a few times but I didn’t really know how to reach out to you.”

Lyra gave a non committed ‘hmm’.

There shared a few moments of awkward silence and Lyra contemplated jumping off the balcony. She scratched the thought though once she realised that the balcony itself wasn’t very high off the main ground.

I’d have to jump like— twice to die from here.

“Well, my stupid ass finally realised I could just ask your parents for you phone number. They were ecstatic.” He laughed.

Lyra gave a small smile at the mention of her parents, “I swear, they think I have no friends.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, can you blame them? You were a loner.” He said, matter of factly. She hated that he was right.

“Gee, did you call me to make fun of me?” Lyra asked, jokingly.

And so they continued, catching up with one another for what felt like forever. Lyra didn’t exactly enjoy the entire thing. The Lyra Kane Harry had known wasn’t actually her.

It was the facade she had on for everyone as to seem alright. Like a normal little girl. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Not after everything. Not after Grayson.

Lyra turned around to see Max and Avery waiting for her on the other side of the balcony door with a questioning look. She gave them both a smile.

“Anyways, we should really meet up again— it’s been like— forever since we last met each other .” Said Harry, as enthusiastic as ever.

Oh hell no. Was Lyra’s immediate thought. She wasn’t ready to meet everyone from her past just yet. She needed time. To heal. To be herself again with no room for doubt.

“Haha, yeah. I’ll consider when I can come over to Miles End.” She replied.

Lyra said her goodbyes and hung up, facing her two, extremely nosy friends. She could hear the others chatting away in the ‘conference room’.

“Anddddd who is this Harry?” Asked Max, with an intrigued expression. Oh the gossip queen she was.

“Don’t ask.” Said Lyra, visibly exasperated. This only interested the two girls more.

“An old neighbour?” Suggested Avery. Lyra shook her head.

“An old friend?” Tried Max. Lyra shook her head again.

“An.. acquaintance?” Said Avery. Lyra gave her a look.

“Oh! An old dance buddy?” Asked Max, not taking the hint, something she had picked up from her boyfriend.

Lyra considered the term ‘an old dance buddy.’ Sure. They had danced together before.

“Yeah— something like that.” Lyra replied.

Avery was giving Lyra an assessing look while Max’s eyes lit up, “Oh no honey, there is more to the faxing story. Something good.” Max said ever so dramatically.

Lyra made the mistake of shooting her a nervous look. Trying to get her to drop it. And she saw the moment it clicked for the two best friends.

Avery looked absolutely floored, “No way.” She said.

But it wasn’t Avery that Lyra was worried about. She turned to Max, “Max. Listen to me.”

Max opened her mouth. Avery turned to her best friend, “Calm down Max.”

“I am calm. Totally. Just— let me just make sure my assumption is correct,” Max turned to Lyra, “Is he your.. ex?” She asked.

Avery looked over to Lyra, anticipation visible in both of their eyes.

Lyra sighed in defeat, “First boyfriend as well as my only ex. It’s not what you think—”

“EXCUSE ME— FIRST BOYFRIEND???” Avery and Max screamed at the exact same time. Lyra smacked a hand to her forehead. Fuck. This was going to be complicated.

The conference room went silent and Lyra felt her embarrassment as a physical thing. God forbid a girl try to prevent a simplistic thing from turning into a dramatic disaster.

Lyra gave them both a look. Avery sent her an apologetic smile while Max just looked gobsmacked. Lyra didn’t know whether it was normal to want to giggle in this kind of a situation.

The three girls walked back into the ‘conference room’. Lyra prayed all the while that maybe, just maybe, they all shut up for another reason.

Maybe Nash got his younger brothers to finally listen to him. Or Xander managed to duct tape everyones mouth shut.

But the moment the door opened and she saw everyone stare on at her, she knew her prayers were pointless. She sighed.

“It isn’t what you think.” Lyra said, trying to calm everyone’s curiosity. She was miserably failing.

Lyra glanced over at Grayson to see how he felt about the entire situation. In all honesty, if Grayson were to hide any of his previous relationships from her, she would be upset.

But Lyra hadn’t tried to hide it. She had just… forgotten?

Thankfully, Grayson looked fine, he was just staring at her, expecting an explanation.

“We were childhood friends and middle schoolers. We gave it a shot just for the funzies, it took us two days to realise that dating was not our thing. That’s all.” She explained, taking her seat on the sofa next to Grayson again.

“That’s alllll?~~~” Asked Thea, who finally decided to stop scrolling Instagram and look up from her phone. Lyra sent her a livid glare.

Soon after, everyone fell back into flow again. Lyra looked over at her boyfriend, “Gray?” She asked, knowing fully well that Grayson would understand the question.

Grayson looked at her and smiled, “It’s fine, Lyra. If he’s a childhood friend, you can talk to him. I won’t take away your freedom.” Lyra gave him a small smile and nuzzled closer to him.

It only took her a few moments to realise that, no. Grayson was not alright with what had went down.

He had stopped talking completely, he wore no expression— which was his go to poker face when he wanted to hide his feelings, his eye brows were slightly furrowed and he was zoning out.

No. He was not okay.

The conversation ended swiftly as everyone agreed upon the games of Drink or Dare and Strip Bowling. Classics.

When Lyra and Grayson finally reached their shared bedroom in the huge ass Hawthorne mansion, Lyra spoke up.

“Gray.” A demand. Look at me.

Grayson did just that. “I’m fine Lyra. You can do whatever you want.” He replied, nonchalantly. A little too nonchalantly.

“Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. Do you seriously think that hiding things from me will do you any good?” She questioned with a singular raised brow. He didn’t answer.

“Especially when it’s about me?” She pried. Grayson sighed.

Lyra closed the distance between them and took both of Grayson’s hands in her own, “Talk to me when you need to, Gray.” She said.

Grayson held her gaze, “… I’m not…” he took a second, “especially fond of this new figure.” He managed. Lyra blinked once, then she blinked again.

And then she burst out laughing. Grayson raised a brow at her but his smile gave him away.

“And what are you laughing at Ms. Kane?” He asked, amusement evident in his voice.

“eSpECiALlY fONd Of tHiS nEW fIGurE??” She managed in between gigggles. Grayson’s smile widened.

“It’s the truth.” He huffed. “Just.., simplified.”

Lyra finally composed herself, “and if I ask for the non-simplified version?”

Grayson looked at her for a moment.

“I don’t want him around you. I don’t like you talking to him. I might want to snap his neck.” He deadpanned. Lyra fell into a fit of giggles again and this time Grayson joined her.

Lyra would never get used to his honey-coated laughs.

“That’s a bit much, don’t you think, asshole?” She asked, a huge smile still plastered across her face.

Grayson turned towards the bathroom door, prepared to take a shower, “Not at all.”

Lyra laughed again as Grayson picked up his towel. Just then, Lyra’s phone rang once more.

Lyra grabbed it and read the display name before showing it to Grayson.

Harry.

Grayson made a face and it took everything in Lyra not to break down laughing again. She picked up, maintaining eye contact with her boyfriend.

“Hello?” She said.

“Lyra! Hi.” Harry replied, seemingly walking somewhere.

Lyra turned to walk out the door not wanting to disturb Grayson, “You called agai—”

She was cut off by Grayson suddenly grabbing her wrist. She whipped her head around but Grayson simply led her over to the bed. He plopped himself down, pulled Lyra towards him and kept her in his embrace.

Lyra went mute. She suddenly felt the need to hang up her phone—or break it, whichever one was faster, and kiss the boy who was currently resting his face against her stomach.

Grayson looked up at her and urged her to go on. Lyra put the phone on speaker, “H-hello—” she asked, her voice sounding squeaky and flustered.

She felt Grayson smirk against her and she wanted to smack him on the head for it.

“Lyra? You ok? Where’d you go all of a sudden?” Harry asked, Lyra felt Grayson frown upon listening to Harry’s voice and she held back a giggle.

“Sorry. There was— something. I— YOU NEEDED SOMETHING??” She asked or screamed. Or something in between, she didn’t know. Grayson did that to her.

Harry paused for a moment, “Uh— yeah, Right! So I met your mom on accident right after we hung up.”

“Mhm.” Lyra said, trying to focus on Harry’s words instead of the man who had her in between his legs and held onto her for dear life.

“Andd we were discussing things. She was surprised to know that we already talked since apparently, a certain somebody doesn’t pick up their moms phone.” Lyra winced. That was true. She needed some space for a while.

“Aha— guilty as charged your honour.” She replied. Harry chuckled.

“Honestly, Lyra, she’s so worried about you— you really should come by.” Harry said. Lyra replied with a ‘hmm’. Lyra could swear she heard Grayson murmur “Desperate bastard.”

“Anyways, she told me to tell you to pick up her phone calls and come over since your vacations have started.” Harry said.

“Uhhh, yeah sure, I’ll have to check with my people first.” Lyra said trying to ignore the fact that her, suddenly clingy Hawthorne, nuzzled closer at the ‘my people’ part.

“Mmk, you do that. What are you doing at university for vacations anyways? Don’t tell me you’re studying.” Harry said, adding a sigh. Lyra looked down at Grayson to se him making a face the screamed “does this man ever shut up?” She coughed to cover her laugh.

Now how was Lyra supposed to tell Harry that she practically jumped at the chance to spend a few months with Grayson right after her college semester was over?

“Ah— well, I’ve been hanging out with my friends and—” Lyra didn’t get a chance to complete her sentence.

“Boyfriend.” Grayson finished, seemingly satisfied with hugging her for now. She tried not to acknowledge the fact that she immediately missed his embrace. She failed.

Silence. “What?” Said Harry, finally.

Lyra was about to sit down next to Grayson so that he could talk but Grayson just pulled her down onto his lap and Lyra ascended for a second.

Lyra looked to him, knowing fully well how red she must have been by now. Grayson simply signalled for her to continue.

“I— nothing, I’ve just been hanging out with my people.” She said, the butterflies reaching her head. Lyra had officially lost the ability to form coherent sentences without stuttering.

Obviously, she smacked Grayson’s arm as a result. Grayson chuckled, not loosening his hold on her.

“Uh huh.” Said Harry, sounding sceptical. Grayson murmured something along the lines of “what’s he so suspicious for?” and Lyra couldn’t help but giggle.

“Oh! Your mom says that she’s happy you’re rekindling your old relationships.” Said Harry, ignoring Lyra’s odd behaviour.

“Friendships.” Grayson corrected. Lyra laughed.

“.. Lyra are you okay?” Harry sounded genuinely concerned.

“Y-yes I’m fine— sorry what?” She said, suppressing her laughter as Grayson pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“… Um— is this a bad time?” He asked.

“Yes,” Grayson replied, not bothering to try and keep his voice inaudible to the phone this time.

“… Who is this— Where’d you go, Lyra?” Lyra felt almost bad for Harry.

“I’m Lyra’s boyfriend. And, yes, she’s busy, this is a bad time.” He replied. Lyra shot him a look but her smile didn’t seem to be willing to seize.

“B- BOYFRIEND?? SHE WAS WITH HER— OH— oh. OH!! THATS WHY SHE WAS SO FLUSTERED. THIS MUST BE SO AWKWARD FOR HER WITH ME BEING—” Harry was cut off by Grayson.

“It doesn’t matter who you are. She wasn’t awkwarded out.” Grayson stated in the cold tone he used to scare people off. Lyra could hear the unspoken words, by the likes of you.

“Don’t be rude, Gray.” Lyra whispered to him.

“You asked me to be honest.” Grayson replied, innocently. Lyra wicked him on the arm again playfully.

“… I’m just gonna hang up now.” Said Harry before hanging up.

Lyra and Grayson sat their in silence staring at each other for a while.

“Why does he talk so much?” Grayson asked, finally.

Lyra raised her brow in response.

“Like— didn’t you both literally just talk, why does he feel the need to continue talking again?” He said.

Lyra didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Just pass on the message your mom gave him and shut the fuck up.” Grayson stated matter of-factly, and Lyra almost fell off Grayson’s lap when she saw a pout form on his face.

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. Pouting. God, she had been blessed. Pouting shouldn’t have looked as good on him as it did.

“Grayson,” Lyra said as he met her gaze, “You’re jealous.” She stated.

Grayson stared at her for a while. “That I am, sweetheart. I don’t like him.” He said. Lyra smiled.

“You don’t have to. I don’t plan on talking to him much.” She replied. Grayson ‘hmm’ed in response, something still bothering him.

Lyra rolled her eyes, he was being incredibly petty, “No, we didn’t kiss. Or hug. Or cuddle. Or any of that stuff. Just one failed date.” She said.

Then, Grayson actually smiled, “So, I’m your first?” He asked, satisfied. Lyra rolled her eyes a second time.

“Yes. You are.” She replied.

Eventually Grayson and Lyra got up since he needed to shower.

“Alright, you should shower now. I’ll go use the other washroom.” Lyra stated, turning around.

“Or.” Grayson said and Lyra stopped, facing him again.

Grayson leaned in and whispered something directly into her ear. Lyra went red.

“G-GRAYSON???!!!!”

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What Grayson said? I’ll leave that up to ur imaginations.

BRO IDK JEALOUSY FICS ISTG. But I had this ask for a while so I figured I might as well 😭🥹🙏🏻

This plot came to me in the shower lmfao—

@alwaysthefangirl , @lyrakanefanatic

Constructive Criticism ❤️❤️❤️✨

(@haniya1234, I’m late, but I’m here 😔😌✨ I couldn’t think of a nice premise for before dating so this turned out to be after 😭😭🙏🏻, apologies 😭🥹🙏🏻 ENJOYYY.)

[jamcarven]

HOW QUICK DOES SHE WRITE???

[luminewhosthat]

Damn my guy grayson really got himself his own dommy mommy. I wanna see Lyra wearing platform heels and tower over him so bad ugh 😩😩😩😩

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

YOU HAVE TO MAKE A PART 2 OF THE JEALOUS FIC

AHHHHH THANK YOU!!

IT’S ON MY TO DO LISTTTTT

[whousestypewriters]

──── ୨ৎ RED WAS THE CARPET — GRAYSON HAWTHORNE + READER ‧₊˚

a/n: and everyone rejoiced. welcome back to the grayson series that is keeping you all alive bc it is shhh. lets all collectively ignore how i havent update this in a month but we move on and enjoy part threeeee !!! and pls forgive me idk anything abt events or red carpets so if i get anything wrong js pretend. also idk why but i love the title and the fact that is somehow makes zero sense and yet is still understandable i need to shut up ive rambled too much ENJOY (love you lots <33)

[part one] i'm a fan [part two] the book club

red was the carpet that you walked on earlier.

it matched your dress.

alya, your very annoying plus one for tonight was wearing black.

there was a lot of things that happened tonight. a lot of things you were never going to forget. everybody you met and talked with... especially one of them...

"oh my god, pheebs and ki are going to be so jealous," alya squeals - quietly of course, you're still surrounded by people, and although sometimes you think alya could actually fight god and win, in public, she's behaving surprisingly calm.

well calm adjacent.

its not exactly seen as calm and collected when you're jumping up and down every three seconds when you see another celebrity walk past preparing for the carpet.

to her credit though she has somehow managed to get the numbers of four actors and singers in the thirty minutes you've been here.

you were lined up at the end of the carpet along with a few other select interviewers, waiting for the start of the event. alya was a bundle of nerves when margot robbie and zendaya stopped for their interview barely getting a few words out and opting to just hold the camera instead.

when xander and jameson arrived though, that was a different story. you'd think they were life long friends. you chatted with max of course, promising to invite her to your next book sleepover, jameson was suspiciously quiet and smirk-y and xander kept looking over his shoulder a shit eating grin on his face.

you knew what was about to happen.

pictures don't do him justice.

that was to be expected, of course. you don't have millions of people following you, or watching your every move for no reason.

the screams on the red carpet, increased when he stepped foot on it, pleas to look at the camera, answer questions, how to pose, everything. he seemed to follow along well, looking hauntingly beautiful in his suit, his face practically carved but when he scanned the large crowd twice over before his eyes settled on you, it went quiet.

he smiled - and by the way it was really hot gorgeous - and you smiled back, a private moment between the two of you in the middle of chaos.

which was totally ruined when alya latched onto your arm and freaked out that she could see grayson.

"oh my god, he's like ten feet away. ohmygodohmygod!" she squealed.

"yeah i know, i can see him," you mutter back, attempting - and failing - to stop her jumping up and down.

"but he's like right there and he's looking at you!"

"i know."

"oh, oh, oh he's coming over to us now, oh my god i think i'm going to faint, hold me."

when the grayson hawthorne stopped in front of you a soft and rare smile on his face you faltered slightly - not because of alya standing there with her mouth agape, because... wow - before raising the microphone and starting.

"hi grayson, its lovely to meet you, i'm y/n."

yn.books

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yn.books im am honoured to have been invited to this event!! it was so lovely meeting everyone and asking you questions 🤍 (also kinda freaking out because i met anne hathaway omggg)

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user1 i see no mention of grayson......

user2 avoiding talking about a certain someone are we?

user3 if they didn't meet im actually going to riot, i'm shipping them so hard.

user4 we have confirmation from jameson that he was there... why didnt you talk to him....

user5 maybe she just didn't want to show that?? its not always about grayson

alya.green best night of my life.

maxine.lui.loo it was so good seeing you again babes <333

yn.books we should catch up while im still in texass

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graysonhawthorne met some nice people tonight.

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user1 MET WHO GRAYSON??? MET WHO??

user2 ugh he's so delicious i love it

user3 everyone wake up grayson posted

user4 he better have met her or im going to quit

alya.green oh... i see how it is then.... i will do what i must...

user5 ALYA WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO??? OH MY GOD???

user6 ALYA ????

user7 in the likes she's in the likes againnnnn

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[camera: on]

you should've know alya would have a shit eating grin the entire interview. it was tempting to punch her, very tempting.

"i honestly think divine rivals is my favorite book i've read this year," grayson's deep voice answers your question. his eyes stay on your face and he has a soft smile.

alya is elbowing you now. and you nudge her back as you ask your next question, smiling because now there are even more cameras on you.

"okay," you smile laughing nervously. "now i've asked everyone this tonight, i have a youtube channel."

"oh right yes, i follow you," grayson's voice is calm and his eyes are still on your face.

"you do?" with all of the things that are happening you weren't actually expecting him to be following you.

"yes, you're videos have become a guilty pleasure almost."

if anyone was wondering alya is losing her shit next to you. she has the biggest grin on her face, she's whipped out her camera and is taking an excessive amount of pictures.

"thats really sweet of you," a smile is present on your face now and you raise the microphone to ask your question, ignore the now fully smile grayson has on his face at your flustered-ness. "anyway my question was, do you have anything you want to say, a quote or just anything you like to tell the people watching?"

you turn the mic over to him and he looks down at you with a fond expression on his face - your insides are butterflies now - before looking at the camera.

"i'm going to say, you've made a good decision following this girl. she's a lovely person and keep supporting her," he pauses for a second, "and read divine rivals."

you laugh and nod at the camera, "i agree 100%." turning back to him you start. "well thank you for your time tonight, grayson, it was lovely to getting to know you," you look over to the over excited alya who's just standing back and nodding as if she's a proud mother. "and maybe we'll see you inside."

"hopefully we will," grayson smiles and waves slightly before moving on to the next interviewer.

[camera: off]

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alya.green two things: 1, my dress tonight and 2, if they won't do it... i will.

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user1 OH SHE IS SO MESSY

user2 THIS IS THE QUEEN BEHAVIOUR I SUPPORT

user3 and when i tell you cackled BC LOOK AT THEIR SMILES. LOOK AT THE WAY SHES LOOKING AT HIM.

pheobethereader and you're officially invited back to the next book sleep over.

alya.green i don't need ur validation i dont have to come to the sleepovers

pheobethereader ok then :)

alya.green no wait i'll do anything i have like zero self respect when it comes to the sleepovers

user4 OH HELL YEAH THEY METTTT

ticking.time.bomb and then after the premier... the restaurant....?

alya.green all in due time my friend

user5 EXCUSE ME??? THE RESTAURANT WHAT HAPPENED???

user6 im going to need you to spill the tea RIGHT NOW

user7 the fact that they both liked this but didn't comment 😭😭

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the restaurant was another story though, for another time.

a/n II: guys i lowkey hate it but i was determined to finish this so :)))

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IF YOU SUBMITTED AN ASK IM SORRY BUT I SCROLLED DOWN AND I THINK THIS WAS MY OLDEST??? idk but i wanna do it from oldest to newest so as not to let anybody die from boredom as they wait eons and eons for my fics to come out LMAO

but here it isssss

Jealous Encounters

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“Last one.”

The woman’s voice is commanding, yet kind as she snaps the last photo of Lyra, Brady, Rohan, Savannah, and, as the photographer called him, Grayson, the “big intrigue”. After the first phase of the game, the remaining contestants were expected to do one small photoshoot, just to give paparazzi something to “chew on” as the game commences.

Alisa’s words, certainly not Lyra’s.

Lyra walked towards the exit, feeling both silly and uncomfortable in her all white outfit that the contestants all had to match in. But, as Grayson told her, it was just 5 photos.

Speaking of Grayson, he had went off to speak with Alisa about 5 minutes ago and hadn’t returned. Where was he?

Not that Lyra was entirely concerned. He’s an adult, Lyra told herself, and it’s not like he belongs to you, so don’t try and put a leash on him.

Still, her eyes made a quick search across the room and was disappointed when she saw the other contestants, Avery, Xander, Nash, and the photographer, but not him. Lyra’s shoulders tensed slightly.

“Looking for someone?” Lyra jumped slightly as a teasing voice spoke up from beside her. She turned her head to see Jameson Hawthorne and his cheshire cat grin staring back at her. Lyra couldn’t help the slightest sneer from making its way onto her lips.

“No.” she said, turning away. Frustration pulled in her chest, but Lyra reminded herself that being petty towards the Hawthorne’s would get her nothing, that Jameson Hawthorne was merely curious.

But somehow, whenever he became curious towards Lyra, it was only where Grayson was involved. He gave a mere shrug.

“Just checking.” he said, the smile still on his face. Then he pulled a little folded up sheet of paper out of his sleeve.

“I know Alisa said that this photoshoot was going to be it for PR until the game commences, but she had one last favour to ask of you.” Jameson said, handing the folded up sheet to Lyra. Lyra’s brows furrowed as she unfolded the paper and read its contents. Then, in the span of about 10 seconds, her jaw dropped.

“She’s making us run errands?” Lyra sneered, casting her thunder-stricken gaze upon Jameson. Jameson took a step backwards, lifting his hands up in defense.

“Her orders, not mine. And it’s just so we can finish up this whole for-the-press-photoshoot as quickly as possible.” he replied, and Lyra could tell that he was trying his best not to laugh. Lyra herself was trying her best not to scream at him, but yelling at a game master generally wasn’t the smartest idea.

“Go to editing room and tell the temp. “Alisa said send them out tonight?”” Lyra gritted out, reading the note. Jameson shrugged. She gave him a dead stare.

“Why,” she said, speaking slowly so as not to lose her temper, “does she need me to do this?” Jameson looked like he was holding back a smile, just barely, and Lyra’s stare only got deadlier.

“We were cutting it close on time when it came to these photoshoots, so the editing team needs to be done with the photos tonight.” he explained. Lyra sighed, before stomping away from him. Screw Jameson Hawthorne and his lawyer, she thought stubbornly, as she made her way to the editing room.

Throwing the door open with more than a little annoyance, Lyra walked inside, before calling out. “Temp?” Was all she said, frustration clear in her voice.

“That’s me.” Came an oddly familiar male voice. Lyra turned her head to the side, and her eyes widened immediately.

Any anger from before had been replaced with shock, because standing there, fidgeting slightly with a pen, was Brandyn, her ex from high school.

Lyra’s mind screamed a stream of curses.

But Lyra herself just gave a tight-lipped and confused smile.

“Brandyn?” she asked. He smiled back.

“Lyra. I was wondering how you’ve been doing these past few years.” he replied. Lyra tried her hardest not to make a face. It was hard to view Brandyn with a positive outlook, even when she knew he didn’t treat her all bad.

He gave her chocolates and flowers.

He’d lay under the stars with her and they’d talk about anything they liked.

He treated her decently… in private.

But in public? It was like he hardly knew her. Everybody was shocked when Lyra said she started dating him in late freshman year.

And yet the relationship ended before sophomore year even started.

He was simply too cold to her in front of others. He made her keep the relationship a secret for weeks on end, wouldn’t post her on any social media, and let his friends talk about her in terrible ways.

That last one is how she knew their relationship wasn’t saveable.

Lyra and her friends had been in the library one day, when she overhead Brandyn talking to his best friend, Jonah. Lyra hated Jonah, but Brandyn always reassured her that he was actually a really nice person.

Which, of course, was a lie, because the things he said about Lyra to Brandyn were disgusting.

He talked about the size of her thighs, her “cockiness”, and how he felt sorry for Brandyn that he had to settle for her. And what did Brandyn do?

He laughed. Not only that, but he agreed.

And that was the end of that.

“Lyra?” Brandyn’s voice brought her back to the present, and Lyra couldn’t stop a hard look from entering her eyes as she looked at him. That always happened when she got defensive.

He was about to say something else, probably about how they should “catch up sometime soon”, when Lyra cut him off.

“Alisa wanted me to tell you that the photos needed to be sent out tonight.” Lyra said. Her voice wasn’t angry, miraculously, but instead cold. Detached. And Lyra was glad for it. But still, Brandyn tilted his head at her.

“You’ve changed quite a bit. I mean, you really matured.” He told her. Lyra froze. Matured? Lyra faked a laugh.

“Was I not mature before?” she asked him. Brandyn laughed back.

“You were, but you’ve just grown.” he replied. Then he fixed his gaze on her, his eyes intruding. “And you’ve definitely gotten prettier.”

Lyra’s stomach dropped at those 5 words.

She did not want to be seen as pretty by a guy like Brandyn. She didn’t want to be seen by him at all. Brandyn was, in a word, pathetic, and she needed to get out of this room before he tried to restart whatever shit relationship they had dropped in freshman year.

Lyra was about to spew some excuse about how she “forgot that Alisa had something urgent to tell her once she came back”, when the door to the editing room suddenly opened.

Lyra turned around and saw Grayson walk in. She let out a breath.

“Lyra, Avery and Alisa need us to print out the before photos to compare and contrast.” Grayson deadpanned. Something about his tone told Lyra that he too didn’t like being sent out on these errands. Lyra took a step towards him, and, although she didn’t want to admit it, felt relieved that he was there. Brandyn was starting to tip-toe to subjects that Lyra didn’t want to reach, subjects about relationships, and Lyra needed somebody by her.

Especially if that somebody was Grayson.

She felt her stomach start to untwist as she walked closer to him. “Alright,” Lyra said with a half shrug. Her shoulders tensed one last time when she turned around to face Brandyn again.

“Bye, Brandyn.” Lyra said, not wanting to give him any false promises of “catching up soon” when that was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. He gave her a smile, too wide for her liking, and stared at her with those eyes of his that hung on her and followed her every movement. A lump grew in Lyra’s throat.

“See ya, Lyra.” Brandyn said. Lyra folded her arms over her stomach as she walked away, trying her best to make her face unreadable. And yet when she looked at Grayson, she knew he could see right through her. He held the door open for her, and Lyra walked out of the room, faster than she had ever walked out of a room in her life.

She kept a quicker pace than Grayson, but his legs were longer than Lyra’s, so he caught up immediately. They stayed silent at first as they walked side by side, and it was like that all the way down each and every single hall, until they reached an office. Grayson opened the door for her, before walking in himself and shutting the door behind him. Lyra let out a breath once she realized that Grayson must not have noticed the awkward tension between her and Brandyn, before he spoke.

“Brandyn.” he said suddenly. Lyra froze, her hand just about to reach out to the printer.

“Hm?” she said, turning around to look at him. Grayson wasn’t looking at her, as he typed something up on the computer in the office. His voice was as simple as possible, but his expressions were anything but that.

Grayson’s jaw was taut; every muscle im his face was rigid and currently hard as stone, and when Grayson typed, his movements were quick and borderline aggressive. Lyra raised a brow at him, curiosity rising in her.

“You’re on first name basis with the temp?” He said, his voice still in that detached and simple tone. Lyra looked away from him.

“We knew each other in high school. We were…” she trailed off. She really didn’t want to talk about what her and Brandyn were. “Friends.” Her words sounded lame and like a lie to her own ears, but Lyra didn’t care.

“But you don’t like him.” Grayson said. Something about his words seemed less like an observation, and more like an order. Lyra turned to him again.

“What?” She said, her brows furrowing. He finally looked at her.

“You don’t like him. And I’d be willing to bet on the fact that you hate him. Why?” He repeated, raising a brow at her. Lyra looked away again, pretending to press the buttons on the printer when Grayson hadn’t even sent the files to the printer yet.

“He’s just….” she trailed off, swallowing. “He’s an ex. From high school.” Out of the corner of her eye, Grayson went oddly still. Stiller than she’d ever seen him. But only for a moment, before his fingers were typing again.

“Ah.” Was all he said. But she could tell his mind was elsewhere. She turned to him.

“What is it, Grayson?” Lyra asked him, placing her hands on her hips. He glanced at her, and Lyra told herself that she was just imagining the way his gaze trailed over the hands on her waist before snapping to her eyes.

“What is what?” he asked her curtly, the look from just a moment ago gone. She rolled her eyes.

“You have something to say, Hawthorne. So say it.” she continued, gesturing with her hands for him to go on. He finally kept his gaze on her, not going back and forth from the computer to her eyes, and just stared.

Being under Grayson Hawthorne’s gaze was a curse and a blessing all at once, as it made two different sides of her fight for victory; the reasoning voice in her head would be begging Lyra to interrupt the moment, to do anything to tear his eyes away from her, meanwhile the part of Lyra that made her feelings towards Grayson much more complicated told Lyra to hold her breath, to stay still, to drag the moment on longer so that Grayson could keep those icy blue eyes of his on her.

Lyra hated the latter because it always won.

Finally, after the moment dragged on longer and longer, Grayson stood up.

“What did this ‘Brandyn’ character do, exactly, to make you feel so uncomfortable around him?” he finally said. Lyra’s body tensed. So he had noticed. She faked nonchalance. (Authors Note: yes i did write that with a grin on my face and depending on who’s reading it (whoevers brain is rotted like mine) u probably read it with a grin on ur face 🤨🤨)

“He’s an ex, Grayson. I’m not going to act all buddy-buddy around him.” she explained, the lie vague but luckily quick. He walked towards her, crossing his arms in a gallant manner, of course.

“If you’re going to lie, at least come up with a more believable one.” he told her. Lyra’s shoulders slumped slightly, and she gave him a look.

“Well… he was just an ass. That’s all.” she explained, looking away.

“That’s all?” he asked.

“That’s all.”

There was silence, and Lyra thought that was the end of it as he finally walked back over to the computer and clicked something. Lyra turned to the printer once she heard a beep, and realized she finally received the file from Grayson containing the pictures. She began to print it, when he spoke again.

“Lyra.” Was all he said, his voice taking on a tone she had never heard before. It was Grayson’s same swift way of speaking—except there was an edge to it. Lyra turned to him. He turned to her, and walked over to her. He was a mere couple of inches away from her in just 2 paces.

“I won’t ask you for anything, and if I can promise you this, I swear I never will again.” he started, his head dipped as he looked at her with an intensity that seemed to be radiating off his entire body. “But you just need to tell me this one thing.” Lyra was shocked. She didn’t expect him to care this much.

“Why does it matter?” she asked him, avoiding the question, as well as his eyes. His pupils dilated.

“It matters.” Was all he said. Lyra’s gaze snapped back to his, her chest rising and falling with every second that they spent staring, before finally speaking.

“We dated late freshman year.” she started. “I didn’t know him too well, but I had heard from some girls in my science class that he liked me. We started talking, and after that, began to date. It wasn’t too bad at first. It was sweet. He brought me flowers and chocolates on my birthday. But afterwards…” Lyra reminded herself she needed to get through this story as quickly as possible. The quicker she finished, the less time Grayson spent silently scheming against Brandyn in his head.

“Afterwards, he was cold. Distant. And, pretty clearly, embarrassed of me.” Lyra continued, shrugging. “One day, I was with my friends in the library when I overheard Brandyn talking to his best friend. The things they said about me…. well, they were pretty disgusting. Brandyn’s friend kept commenting on my legs, how he thought they were fat, that I was fat, and that Brandyn “must have been going crazy when he decided to date me because, after seeing my body, nobody in the right mind would ever even come close to me.” And Brandyn didn’t defend me. He didn’t say a single word in my defense. All he did was laugh, and say, “You’re so right”.” Lyra went still, and saw that Grayson did too. She said too much. All she could have said was that Brandyn’s friend talked shit about her and she was done with his behaviour. But instead, she told him things that, aside from the girls who were with her at the library, nobody else knew.

But when she looked at Grayson, there was no embarrassment, or awkwardness in his eyes. Only a quiet rage.

“Did you believe it?” he asked her. “What his friend said—did you believe it?” Lyra looked down.

“I wasn’t even 16 yet. People at that age can be easily influenced.” Lyra said, turning her head away from him so that Grayson wouldn’t see how badly those words had stung, how they clung to her skin for weeks and made her feel repulsive each and every time she even glanced at a mirror. But she knew that Grayson would be able to read every thought of hers with or without seeing her face, so she turned to him and gave his angry eyes a firm shake of her head.

“Don’t, Grayson.” she told him firmly, latching a hand onto his arm to capture his attention. His eyes flung to hers immediately, the anger in them having subsided slightly, yet was still there.

“Don’t what?” he bit out, his voice tittering on a dangerous edge. She narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t plan his downfall in your head. It was the ninth grade. And besides, he didn’t say that. His friend did.”

“But he agreed.” Grayson rebuked, and Lyra could see him trying to grapple with a calm feeling that he in no way looked. She gave him a look.

“Grayson. I’ll admit, he makes me a little bit uncomfortable now. But I know better than to hold somebody accountable for their actions from when they were barely 15. Let this go,” she told him. “Please.”

Grayson’s eyes widened slightly at her plead, and his jaw tensed. In fact, every muscle in his body looked tense and terribly rigid. There was utter silence for a good 10 seconds, before Grayson gave a slight nod, and, with rigid movements, walked back over to the computer. Lyra let out a sigh as she watched Grayson rip a piece of paper out of his pocket with aggressive movements. Someone’s still not over it, she thought. Then she watched him unfold the paper, read it’s contents, and start typing again. Lyra frowned.

“More orders from Alisa?” Lyra asked Grayson, desperate to change the topic and curious as to what he was doing. He glanced at her.

“Unfortunately.” he said. Lyra watched him type, wanting to interrupt the silence but also not wanting to address why the silence was even there in the first place. She didn’t understand why Grayson was getting so worked up over it—why he would hit the keys on the keyboard much more aggressively than usual, why the silent anger in his eyes was so prominent, why those eyes of his only got darker and angrier every time she mentioned Brandyn’s name. It just didn’t make sense.

Lyra turned around to sort through the papers that had been printing, arranging them from which one she remembered to have been taken of her first to the one she remembered to have been taken of her last. The topic of Brandyn was almost forgotten.

Almost.

“Lyra.” Grayson’s voice was so sudden, so sharp, that Lyra didn’t expect it. She turned to him.

“Yes?” she asked him. He didn’t meet her gaze.

“This…. Brandyn.” Grayson spoke his name with so much disdain that Lyra had to hold back a snort. “What made you even like him in the first place, considering his cowardly choices?” Lyra’s eyes narrowed, and she walked over to Grayson. He had his head hung, his eyes glued onto the computer as he did a half-crouch in front of it. Lyra stopped a mere few inches away from him, ignoring the tingling feeling that was settling in her stomach, and gave him a look from where she was standing. Grayson, having finally looked at her, stood up as well, regaining some height on her. He dipped his head down to meet her gaze the same way she was lifting her head up to meet his.

“Why does this matter to you Grayson?” she demanded, jabbing a finger at him. He crossed his arms, and Lyra crossed hers, raising a brow at him with a facial expression that could only be interpreted as go on, Hawthorne. He held her gaze.

“I don’t like him,” he finally admitted in a low voice. Lyra’s eyebrows shot up. “I don’t like how he treated you, and I don’t like how he continues to treat you. And anyway, I’m just curious I suppose.” He gave a half shrug, but there was nothing simple about the movement. Lyra’s mind hung on a part of his sentence.

“How he…. continues to treat me?” she repeated, meeting Grayson’s gaze. “What do you mean?” Grayson looked caught off guard for the slightest moment, before his expressions became neutral and much more dangerous. He stayed silent for a moment, before his facial expression shifted, turning into something unreadable.

“Do you see how he looks at you?” Grayson asked her. Lyra did see how he looked at her, but just gave him a small shake of her head. His jaw tightened.

“He looks at you like you’re just an object he can possess at any given time. Like you’re always going to be an option for him, and he can treat you however he wants because of it. I saw that look in his eyes. He thinks of you a certain way, and because of your… history with him, you must think of him the same.” Grayson said, his voice low with hostility and something else, something distant. “Isn’t that right?” Lyra froze. Maybe she hadn’t really had the time to think about it…. but that was right. That, combined with how his friend had talked about her a couple years back, was why she was so uncomfortable around him. She met his eyes, and she didn’t even have to say a word before he was nodding, like he saw how she knew he was right. He turned to the computer again.

“Now, my question remains unanswered: what was the appeal, Lyra?” he asked her, the hostility in his voice gone. Lyra bristled.

“Back to making demands, are you?” she asked, her tone thick with pettiness. He looked at her, the look full of annoyance. Lyra returned it. Then, he sighed.

“Please.” he deadpanned. Lyra glared at him, but spoke nonetheless.

“I don’t know, Grayson. He was sweet, and he cared for me.” Lyra explained. Grayson froze, before slowly meeting her gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he asked her, his voice cold and annoyed, “but did you just say you dated Brandyn because he was sweet and cared for you?” Lyra’s temper flared.

“I did. What about it?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips. Grayson gave her a blank stare.

“Those are pretty entry level requirements to dating somebody.” He gritted out, his patience clearly running out. Lyra threw her hands up in the air, as hers was as well.

“Well, that doesn’t make it any less meaningful. I know he’s an ass now. But at the beginning of the relationship, he was kind. And yes, he did care for me. Where else would I find that kind of affection as a 15 year old?” she asked him. Grayson gave her an unimpressed look.

“Perhaps from a house pet? Or a bank teller? He gave you the bare minimum and lower, Lyra.” he said, crossing his arms. Lyra rolled her eyes, but she knew he was right. Brandyn did treat her terribly, and was only decent to her at times she viewed as the “height of their relationship”.

“Well don’t you have a lot to say about my relationships.” Lyra said, looking away so he didn’t see the shame written on her face. She thought he was about to say something, when a text message notification sounded from his phone. He went to check it, and his jaw tightened.

“Alisa wants you to deliver the photographs to the temp.” he said, disdain dripping into his voice at those last two words. Lyra took the printed photos, squaring her shoulders and mentally preparing herself to survive another encounter with Brandyn, when Grayson stood up.

“I can deliver them for you.” Grayson told her cooly, yet something about his tone told Lyra that that was less of a suggestion and more of an order. Lyra gave him a look.

“No, Grayson.” she said. He raised a brow.

“Why not?” he asked. She huffed.

“Because you’re going to hold how he treated me in the ninth grade against him.” Grayson paused.

“I might. But only if he starts acting like an ass, which, from what I’ve seen and heard, won’t take long.” he reasoned. Lyra crossed her arms, striding up to him.

“For some reason, I don’t believe that.” she told him. Grayson raised a brow at her, stepping closer and sending shivers down Lyra’s spine from just the way his eyes held hers and how he was backing her closer and closer to the wall behind her. She let her eyes drift to his lips—but only for a second.

She’d kissed those lips before. And she hated how much she’d liked it.

“Well, it’s what he deserves.” Grayson said in a low voice. If he’d noticed the way Lyra’s eyes had previously darted to his lips, he didn’t comment on it. Lyra pressed her lips into a thin line to stop her brains crude thoughts.

“Why can’t you just let it go?” she asked him. The question was getting repetitive, but she needed to know. And, as the moment dragged on longer and longer, she really needed to know. He stepped closer to her, his face a mere few inches away from hers. His pupils dilated at the movement, and he tilted his head downwards more to meet her gaze. There was silence, before finally he spoke.

“Because nobody gets to treat you like how he treated you.” he spoke, the words low and quiet. Lyra couldn’t hide the slightest look of shock from tainting her features, and she prayed that he couldn’t hear her heart that was currently thumping out of her chest. Now her back was fully pressed against the wall. Breathe, Lyra, one side of her mind instructed her, whereas the other seemed to be repeating Come a little closer Grayson like a mantra.

Her cheeks flushed once she realized she was staring.

She knew she had to say something, so she spoke.

“Nobody, hm?” Lyra said, bringing her face even closer to his. She didn’t know what she was doing; it was like an unholy force had taken over her, as she took a hand and brought it to rest on his shoulder. Grayson’s pupils dilated at the touch, and his hands flexed at his sides before he stilled them. She glanced at them before her eyebrows raised slightly. There was something self restraining about Grayson’s movement, and Lyra realized that he was trying to be in control.

But this time, instead of him constantly trying to control a narrative, Lyra realized he was trying to keep himself under control.

Lyra met his gaze, her heart thumping in her chest at her prior realization. Suddenly Lyra was moving, her face coming closer to his with slow, hesitant movements, and Grayson came even closer, almost closing the space between them. Finally letting his hands unclench, he pulled her forward, and before Lyra could realize what was going on, he was kissing her. It was everything like their last kiss, but at the same time, it was nothing like their last kiss. The desire was still there, telling Lyra to deepen the kiss, to drag the moment on longer, but then there was something else, something rawer that came in the feeling of a deep and aching want. She didn’t know how badly she wanted to kiss Grayson Hawthorne until she was doing it. They separated for a moment, Grayson pulling back to look at Lyra with eyes a dark thundercloud grey, before Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down to her lips.

She knew this was wrong. She knew that he was a Hawthorne, and she was somebody who couldn’t and shouldn’t be affiliated with a Hawthorne. But her pounding heart was blocking out any and all of those thoughts as Grayson deepened the kiss, pressing Lyra’s back against the wall as he did. Suddenly, he was sliding kisses down her jaw, before his lips were moving to the space below her ear and he-

Both Lyra and Grayson froze as the door to the office opened.

Lyra’s eyes focused on the person in the doorway, and she had to physically hold back a groan when she realized who it was. Brandyn.

Grayson was about to step away from her, when Lyra grabbed his collar and pulled his lips back down to hers. Grayson seemed hesitant, before Lyra muttered the word “Brandyn”, and then he was kissing her back, sliding his hands down her shoulders to grip her waist. With every brush of his lips, Lyra was no longer sure if she had kissed Grayson Hawthorne to scare Brandyn off, or if she had kissed him because kissing Grayson Hawthorne was addicting.

A part of Lyra was sure it was the latter.

After a moment, the door to the office reopened, before shutting again.

Lyra counted in her head the amount of time it took Grayson to separate. 7 beats, and then his lips were parting from hers, and he lifted his head to look at her.

Lyra had never wanted to be able to see images in her head as badly as she did now, to cherish and hold to memory Grayson’s now tousled hair, his dilated pupils, the bit of Lyra’s lipstick that was smeared on the corner of his lip. Lyra brought her finger to it, and wiped her lipstick off his lips before meeting his gaze again. Her chest was heaving like she’d ran, and Grayson’s was doing the same, except Grayson was trying much harder to fake the idea that he was still in control, like he hadn’t lost himself earlier with every brush of his lips on Lyra’s.

She’d felt it then, and she knew that Grayson knew she felt it now.

There was silence for another couple of moments, before Grayson spoke.

“Seems like that temp is going to keep his distance from now on.” Grayson said, giving her a thrill once she heard how husky and deep his voice was. Lyra’s lips pulled themselves into the slightest smile.

“I mean, we did scare him off.” Lyra said, tilting her head at him. He gave her a smile, one that was wolfish and teasing and oh so gorgeous that Lyra’s heart stopped. She was about to say something, when Grayson got a text. He checked his phone, before the smile broadened. Lyra was caught off guard; Grayson smiling a smile like the one he currently had on his face was a surprise, but certainly not the bad kind.

“Temp’s gone on break, send the photos to Landon.” he read out. Lyra couldn’t hold back a laugh. They really had scared him off. She grabbed the photos from atop the printer and held them out to Grayson, holding his eyes.

“You’ll do the honours?” she asked him, the tingling in her lips still present. He looked at her, and Lyra knew she would be content to just have him give her those looks all day long. They were addicting for reasons that Lyra wasn’t quite sure of. Then he took the papers from her, his fingers brushing hers with an electricity that coursed through her body.

He kept his eyes on her as he spoke, and Lyra could hardly even remember a time where Brandyn had existed.

“With pleasure.”

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ummmm this was so long im sorry LMAO but damnnn i loved this request thank u sm @haniya1234 for sending the ask!!!

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dancing with our hands tied - grayson hawthorne x reader

a/n: grayson hawthorne talk about ur feelings for once challenge GO! warnings: jealous grayson 🙈, kind of angsty, mutual pining lmao, kissing, fluffy at the end wc: 1.4k masterlist

grayson hawthorne was a lot of things. but to you, the most important thing was that he was your best friend. as odd as it was, considering he didn’t really have friends to begin with. 

you don’t even remember exactly how you became friends, it’s like you woke up one day and it happened just like that.

your boyfriend of 3 months had just broken up with you, even though you were honestly planning on doing it first.

you were hurt, nevertheless, because you really hoped this time would be different at the start. you’d been trying to get over your stupid crush on grayson for ages now, but they were all futile attempts. 

he had never once shown any interest in you, in the years of knowing you, so why would you wait on him? if he clearly wanted to stay friends so badly, you’d stay friends. 

grayson could feel himself itching to tell you how he felt as you complained about how everyone was always wrong for you, but it wasn’t the right time. it never seemed to be the right time, and he couldn’t risk losing you. 

he hated himself for doing it, but he did it anyway. he briefly mentioned one of his ‘friends’, and how he had some interest in you. 

grayson said it would be good for you to go out instead of letting your abomination of an ex (his words) get to you. he never thought you’d actually go through with it.

 —

“what is your problem?” you scoffed at grayson as he glared at you from the doorway, his posture rigid. you sat on the edge of the bed, hastily fastening the straps of your heels.

he’d always be been caring, there for you, even funny when he wanted to be, which is why it was so odd for him to be acting like this now.

“i don’t have a problem,” he replied flatly, though the tightness in his voice said otherwise. 

“yes, you clearly do,” you shot back, your patience was getting thin. “i don’t get why you’re acting like this all of a sudden. you tell me to get over my ex, and then when I try to, you get mad?”

grayson’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “i didn’t tell you to get over your ex. and i’m not mad.”

“grayson, do you hear yourself?” you scoffed. “don’t even try to lie to me about not being mad, i know you are.” 

you gave him a pointed look before focusing on your shoes. the silence from his side was deafening, so you added, “whatever, just leave already. i have to go.” standing up with a huff, you tried to brush past him through the doorway.

but grayson moved faster, stepping in front of you, his hand gripping your waist— it wasn’t harsh in the slightest, but it still stopped you in your tracks.

“don’t go,” he said, his voice low and strained. “I know men like him. you can’t even call them men; they’re merely boys.”

you glared up at him, your frustration boiling over. “you act like everyone’s below you, grayson. i’m not a child, i can make my own decisions.” you looked him up and down, “besides, you were the one who mentioned him.”

his grip tightened ever so slightly, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. “i know that, but this isn’t about that.”

your brows furrowed, and your stomach felt heavy after hearing the emotion in his voice.“then what’s this about?” 

he was silent, again, so you sighed and went to get out of his grip to leave. he reached out for you before you could take a step, “you’re right, i’m mad.”

you scoffed again, “yeah? it didn’t take much guessing for that.” 

you saw him hesitate slightly. grayson hawthorne, hesitating — that’s something you don’t see every day.  

“yes, i’m mad. i’m mad at your imbecile of an ex for treating you how he did, i’m mad at myself for pushing you away and suggesting you go on this date, i’m mad at the whole universe it seems, but i’m not mad at you.” he looked at you so intently, with every word he said striking you to your core. 

you could feel the anger dissipating from your body as you looked into his grey eyes.

“never you.” he said softer this time, with a light shake of his head. 

“what are you saying?” you didn’t intend for your voice to come out as quiet as it did.

“i’m saying that it’s killing me everyday to see you with people who don’t deserve you,  who don’t treat you how you should be treated.” again, he hesitated, “who don’t see you the way i see you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his voice. “and how do you see me?” you asked, your voice quivering slighty. 

grayson let out a breath, his eyes searching yours as if he were trying to find the right words. “i see you as someone who deserves the world. i see you as the one who makes me want to become a better man.” he paused, “i see you as the only person who’s ever made me want more than what i have.”

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as grayson’s words hung in the air between you. “then why didn’t you say anything, grayson? you had so long.” you questioned as your brows furrowed.

“i was waiting,” he trailed off, “it always felt like the wrong time. there were always complications with me that you didn’t deserve to deal with. you deserve someone good for you.“ he took in the way your brows were no longer furrowed, and that you weren’t angry anymore, so he spoke more lightheartedly.

“if i can’t be that for you, that’s fine. but i know clear as day that the man who posts his new cars on social media bi-weekly isn’t.”  

you let out a small chuckle, not even realising how your eyes had start to prick. you blinked back the tears as you spoke up, 

“but you are that for me, grayson. you always have been. i wish you would’ve told me sooner.” 

his brows furrowed slightly in genuine confusion, taking in your words. “i mean, ive just been trying to get over you with these guys.” you looked down at your feet briefly as you talked, “i thought— i thought you wanted nothing to do with me, so i tried to find someone else.” your gaze was focused on his now, “it never really worked, though.” 

“i’m glad that it didn’t.” the sincerity in his voice told you just how deeply he meant that.

for a moment, you just stood there, taking in the weight of everything that had just happened. “i’m glad it didn’t, too.”   

“i apologize for just telling you now, it was inconsiderate of me. i know your date will be coming any minute now.” his eyes softened, “if you want to go, i understand. you—“ 

“—grayson,” you cut him off with a small laugh, and he found himself smiling at the sound. “why on earth would i go when you’re here right infront of me? he’ll be fine; he talks to half of the female population.” 

he let out a small breathy chuckle, his shoulders visibly relaxing for the first time that evening. “i want to do this right with you.”

“everything you do is right with me.”

he took a step closer, his hand had moved  from your waist to your jaw and tilting your chin up slightly. “is this?” he asked quietly, swallowing thickly with hesitation.

you nodded, in a daze, and he leaned closer, his forehead almost touching yours. you could feel the ghost of his lips on yours as your breath hitched. 

it would’ve been impossible to hear him if he wasn’t as close as he was. “is this?” you felt his breath fan across your face as you nodded, and in a split second his lips were on yours. 

his hand moved to where your jaw met your neck, and his other hand moved to your waist again. you reached your arms up, wrapping around his neck.

when you pulled back, he was smiling, seriously smiling. you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. 

“what?” he asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

you shook your head smiling, “i’m just happy, that we’re us, you know?” you looked for the right words, then spoke again “just me and you, but for real this time.” 

“i know. for real this time.” he echoed with a smile that matched yours, before pulling you into another kiss. 

the pieces had finally fallen into place, they had just taken a good long while to do so. 

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[artstatues]

save a dance for me? ➵ l.k × g.h

wc : 476

pairings : grayson hawthorne x lyra kane, from the grandest game.

synopsis : grayson and lyra have a little dance at the winter gala.

warnings : shitty quality

a/n : guess whos back!! back again!! i dont really like this that much but im glad i made an effort to write again. this is like, js shit poured into words. god knows who had to endure my whining @your-mommy-ems

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@never-enough-novels

the hawthorne house was decorated in grand, festive decor for the upcoming gala, held by the one and only; avery kylie grambs.

as the sun began to set, the hawthorne house was slowly being flooded with guests, each one enamoured by the extravagant decor. a long list of attendees would be coming tonight, such as the participants of the grandest game, business partners, and big sponsors. everything had to go accordingly.

lyra made her way into the house, mouth agape, impressed by the decor. it was unsurprisingly hawthorne-like. soon enough, she entered the incredibly posh ballroom, and somehow, she had this reflex to scan the room for a particular person: grayson hawthorne.

and of course she found him, a smile plastered on his face with a flute of champagne in between his fingers, conversing with someone. that someone just happened to be a woman, and hell– lyra was jealous. she was jealous over someone that’s not even hers, pathetic, isn’t it?

as the night went on, lyra made sure to sneak a glance or two at him. speak- no, think of the devil, and he shall appear. grayson suddenly made his way to her, catching lyra by surprise.

“hello there, sweetheart.” he so kindly murmured, offering her one of his polite smiles.

“don’t call me sweetheart.” she replied, but some twisted part of her wanted him to call her just that.

“alright then. save a dance for me?” he smirked before disappearing into the large crowd.

lyra smiled, genuinely this time.

once the crowd began to fade, grayson made his way to find find lyra, who was nowhere to be found. he’d accepted the fact that she’d left.

meanwhile lyra was looking out at the garden of hawthorne house from one of the large windows in the ballroom. only once she turned around, her gaze met grayson’s over the fading attendees.

once the ballroom was empty enough with only faint music playing over the bluetooth speakers, gray finally picked up the courage to walk over to lyra.

“so, did you, sweetheart?” grayson smirked, standing close enough to her.

“did i what, asshole?” lyra scoffed while raising her eyebrows.

“save a dance for me, of course.” grayson responded, amusement in his tone.

“hm. what if i didn’t?” lyra questioned, a slight hint of tease in her voice.

“then i’d say you were lying.” grayson stepped closer towards lyra.

“dance with me?” grayson invited, reaching his hand out.

lyra took his hand, while grayson’s other hand found her waist, and slowly but surely, they were dancing to the faint music in the ballroom.

“you look stunning.” grayson smiled, but what he meant to say was ‘do you still hate me?’

“thank you.” a light blush coated lyra’s face. i’m slowly falling in love with you

and the pair danced away, unknowing of each other’s unspoken thoughts and words.

[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

[lyragrayson4ever]

Grayson jealous Hawthorne (Lyra x Grayson)

Lyra didn’t know what was more dangerous—being on Hawthorne Island during the Grandest Game or stepping into an upscale Dallas boutique with Grayson Hawthorne and his black card.

They were supposed to be grabbing coffee. One thing led to another, and now she was wandering past racks of designer dresses while Grayson was talking to someone he recognized—a tall, clean-cut guy in a navy blazer who’d called out, “Grayson? Man, I haven’t seen you since Harvard”

Grayson had raised an eyebrow, given her a look that said just a second, and then the two men started catching up.

Which was fine. Totally fine.

Lyra strolled through the boutique, her fingers grazing fabrics. Then she saw it: a deep emerald green silk dress, open-backed, with delicate straps and a plunging neckline. It looked like it had been made to start trouble. Naturally, she grabbed it.

She held it up to herself, smiling at the way it shimmered in the light, when a voice beside her said, “That would look amazing on you.”

She turned. The guy was probably mid-twenties, cocky grin, hair pushed back in a way that said he either modeled part-time or desperately wanted to.

“You think so?” Lyra asked, amused.

“I know so,” he said, stepping closer. “You’ve got the figure for it. In fact, let me—” He reached into his wallet. “Let me buy it for you.”

Lyra blinked. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.” He flashed a smirk. “You try that on, I buy it. Win-win.”

She laughed—not out of nerves, but because, seriously?

But then—

“What’s going on here?”

Grayson’s voice was sharp, calm, but with that undercurrent of icy fire. The kind that could freeze boiling water. He appeared at her side like a shadow, one hand resting lightly at the small of her back. He was all Hawthorne now—shoulders squared, expression unreadable.

The guy looked between them, then at Grayson’s hand. “Oh. I didn’t know she was with someone.”

Grayson didn’t even blink. “She is. I’m her boyfriend. And she won’t be needing you to buy the dress for her, because I already planned on it.”

The guy opened his mouth, probably to make some snide comment, but Grayson added—very calmly—“Is there a problem?”

The other guy took a step back, palms up. “No problem. My mistake.” And then he practically jogged out of the store.

Lyra turned to Grayson, eyes sparkling. “Seriously?”

“What?” he said, all innocence, but his jaw was still tense.

“You got jealous.”

“I didn’t—”

“You got so jealous, Grayson.” She laughed, looping her arm through his. “You were one second away from body-checking that guy into a clothing rack.”

“I was not jealous,” he said, guiding her toward the fitting rooms. “I was... asserting boundaries.”

“Uh-huh. Like a territorial golden retriever.”

Grayson shot her a look that was half offense, half grin. “I’m not a golden retriever.”

“Fine,” she said, holding up the dress. “You’re a very hot golden retriever. Who’s buying me a backless dress.”

Grayson rolled his eyes but pulled out his wallet. “Only because you look gorgeous in green.”

Lyra smirked and went to try it on, leaving Grayson outside the fitting room, shaking his head but smiling like a man completely, irrevocably in love.

Hope you guys liked Jealous Grayson ittttt (I'll admit its a bit rushed but I'm sorry 😭😭)

[sweetreveriee]

a summer in december - grayson hawthorne x reader

wc: 734

summary: love we'll just remember, you didn't think you'd see grayson hawthorne ever again after your fling over winter break, but summer is full of surprises

pairings: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: first time writing x reader, probably not that good, use of yn (im sorry I couldn't avoid it), very very light swearing (like once), angsty(ish), no happy ending

tag list: no one yet! lmk if you wanna be tagged in the future!!

You loved the summer. You loved the beach, swimming, vacations, and just having a break. You turned so you could get a tan on your back. You also loved laying on the sand. The beach was quiet, the waves serene and the air clean. It was so relaxing. The sun was hot, but the sea breeze made it bearable. You could feel the heat on your back. You lay with your head down, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of the summer sun. Humming contently, you feel like you could take a nap.

Until some loud-ass family decided to come and ruin the day. 

You look up, now annoyed. You see a girl with dark brown hair, chasing after a boy with lighter brown hair and green eyes. Another couple follows them. A man wearing a cowboy hat (why a cowboy hat at the beach???) and a girl with blue hair, who’s laughing. Next was an extremely tall boy carrying a girl with black hair on his shoulders. You softened a bit and were quite frankly jealous of the close group. You’d only had one relationship before, a fling over winter break with-

Grayson Hawthorne.

There’s no way it’s him. It’s impossible. You hadn’t seen him since last winter. You took off your sunglasses, thinking the lighting was playing tricks on you but no, this was Grayson in the flesh. You hated the way butterflies erupted in your stomach looking at him. The way you almost sighed in relief at the sight of no one with him. But you especially hated how he just cast you aside like you were a game. 

You woke up to Grayson already getting dressed, buttoning up his white-collared shirt and tugging on his pants again. “Gray?” you murmur, still groggy. He looks at you, a tight-lipped smile on his face. “Sorry, I have to go.” You watch, confused, as he puts on his suit jacket. “Go? Go where?” He had been staying in your hotel room at the ski lodge the whole time you were there together. “I have to go.” You understood now but you wished you didn’t. He was leaving. For good. It didn’t even seem like he cared. “So that’s it?” you ask angrily. “You’re just leaving?” Grayson looks regretful, but he doesn’t deny it. “I’m sorry, but nothing good would come of us together. I did enjoy our time together, make no mistake.” 

You were heartbroken. How could he? You thought you actually had something. A bond. A connection. You guess he didn’t feel the same. You huffed, laying back down. “Go, then.” You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. Based on his expression, he’s not used to being dismissed. “Leave. But if you do, I never want to see you again.” 

That was the last time you ever saw Grayson. Well, until today. Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed you yet. You lay back down, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.

Suddenly, you feel something hit you–a volleyball. You sigh, sitting up to look who it belongs to.

You’ve never regretted anything more. 

Grayson was walking towards you, looking perfect as ever. You hated him a little more for it. That was why the sight of him made you crazy, right? Because you hated him…

He reaches for the ball at the same time as you because of course he did. Your fingers brush and he looks at you. “y/n?” he asks, softly. Your breath hitches at the sound of his voice. You debate denying it, but you know he recognizes you now and wouldn’t believe it. “Yes,” you reply, coolly. “Hello, Grayson.” He stares at you in disbelief for a moment before a voice–the boy with the brown hair–calls for him. “You good, Gray?” 

“Yes, one second,” he calls back. 

“You should go back to your family,” you respond, tone indifferent. Grayson nods slowly and picks up the ball. He stands up and looks at you for a moment as if waiting for you to ask him to stay. Well, that wasn’t happening. You lay down again, putting on your sunglasses and lounging on your back with your arms under your head. You watch Grayson through your peripheral vision as he jogs back to his family, and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. Because of course Grayson Hawthorne still affected you.

And you hated it. 

Right?

a/n: woo woo! my first x reader fic!! lowk might make it a series if people like it....

requests are open! if i get enough i'll make a writing sideblog!

[wildesqdreams]

i absolutely LOVE the way you write! hope you’re doing well, and i was wondering if you could do a request of mine with grayson hawthorne, where it’s just him being a jealous bb over his s/o after she was hanging out with some of her friends which included guy friends? thank youuu

red with words

pairing - grayson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - even how smart or twisted your words and sentences can be, in the end a hawthorne will leave you speechless.

warnings - angst, but a little, fluff, and grayson might make you blush?

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a/n: sorry, that u had to wait so long!!! i hope this is alright, to be honest, i don't know how grayson would act jealous, so i'm sorry... and no photos this time because i was too lazy to find them, heheheh.

after y/n saw that grayson wasn't in their his bedroom, she went to his office. her footsteps were quiet since it was already midnight as she wandered around the hawthorne house. when she reached the room, she knocked before opening and stepping inside, closing the door.

grayson was sitting at his desk, a bunch of papers in front of him. his eyes raised and looked at the girl in front of him, "i thought you'll be back by 10," he stated before resuming back to his work.

she slowly approached him, "i know, gray, i'm sorry... i should have texted, just everything was going so well and-," she paused as she stood behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders.

to be honest, there wasn't really an explanation.

it was a small catch-up with her friends, that ended up screaming their lungs in the karaoke bar, and she lost track of time. it was meant to be '30 more minutes' but her friend convinced her to stay longer, since she was leaving two days later.

y/n sighed, "i'm just sorry, gray," she leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"it's alright," he reached for a folder and took out another document, "was jack there?"

her eyes followed his hands and scanned the paper that he started signing - something to do with an upcoming charity event, "johnnie, gray. and yes, he gave me a ride back."

"you could have called me."

"i thought you would be asleep," she slightly massaged his shoulders.

he hummed, "if you needed me, i would be there... not to mention justin-"

"johnnie."

grayson continued, "hasn't even finished school. doesn't he have homework to do instead of staying up this late?"

the girl furrowed her eyebrows, as she let out a chuckle, "what does that have to do with anything?"

she felt his shoulders tighten, "nothing, just a weird kid," he continued writing.

a smile tugged on her lips. jealousy. she stepped beside him, her arm around his shoulders lightly, "he's also very handsome and funny and sweet,"

"none of my interest," he mumbled.

"and he's totally not into girls."

y/n let out a laugh, as she saw grayson cheeks tint a little pink before raising his head to the side and looking at her, "you could have told me faster."

"where's the fun in that? besides, it's cute when you're jealous."

"i'm not."

the girl leaned down and pressed a kiss on his lips, "of course not."

grayson responded, his hand going to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her closer. it wasn't a desprete or a passionate kiss, more like calm and safe.

here, in the dead of night, y/n felt at ease. it was quiet in the hawthorne house. sometimes it could be intimidating, since the building is old, filled with mysteries and riddles, but grayson... grayson set her heart in peace, made her feel warmth and serene.

the girl pulled away, and he slightly shook his head as he started to put the papers away, "you're impossible," he mumbled.

y/n smiled, as grayson stood up and they started walking out of the room, "but you love me."

when she didn't hear a reply, the girl looked at her boyfriend offended, "damm, you telling me i was wrong?"

silence.

slight goosebumps appeared on the back of her neck, when a moment later, she felt his breath near her ear, "i love you more than words can express."

the couple approached their bedroom. no words said after his comment.

grayson opened the door, a little smirk visible on his face, when he saw the girl walk in with red cheeks.

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[theinheritancegamesgoofball]

Innocence ~ Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

i caught you dirty minded readers hahaaa get ur mind out of the gutters

a/n: i have spent too much time reading this stuff and thought that i should try writing! this is the prologue btw, but could be a standalone, if yall want, i’ll start the whole series. hope you guys like it! oh yeah, reader is alisa's sister

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Growing up with the Hawthornes was a blessing and a curse. I got to participate in the Saturday Games hosted by the Tobias Hawthorne himself to expand my mental horizons, and hang out with my best friends. My best friends were the curse.

Grayson, Jameson, Xander, and Nash are like the stereotypical high school friend group. You have the ADHD always high on red bull (mostly actually high) class clown, the smart jokester who somehow finds a way to turn just 1 + 1 into a random calculus equation that AI can't even solve, the chill cowboy who's just there because he's bored and needs fun in his life, and the depressed dude who tries to hide that he can have fun. They're always together, and usually have no issues. However, when they do, it's so entertaining to watch.

My sister Alisa and I came everyday and had loads of fun every single time. Whether it was Drink or Dare (clean or not), Strip Bowling (proud to say that the most I have lost is 3 pieces!), or anything in between, Hawthorne House had everything I wanted and more.

What is complicated, even in Hawthorne terms, is how I felt about a certain brother. When we were little and Zara got married to her second husband, Nash, Alisa, Grayson, and I got nosy. Jameson and Xander hung out with Emily (so glad she’s gone she ruined my mental health) and Rebecca.

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“What is it like being married- again?” I asked Zara while holding a lollipop in my hand on the staircase next to Alisa.

The woman thought for a few moments because she knew she was speaking to children who didn’t know the complexities of adulthood. “It’s like having a sleepover with your best friend everyday”.

“But what about your ex-husband? Won’t he be jealous that you’re hanging out with another person? Ooh! What about having a sleepover with both of them?”

Nash and Alisa spat out their juice and began cackling. Grayson put his hand on my shoulder and said exasperatedly “Y/N, I think you had too much sugar”

“Grayson? We’re best friends, right?” I felt a smirk come up on Nash’s face.

“I would think so.”

“Then we should get married when we’re older! We could watch a bunch of movies, eat food, swim, and whatever we want because we’re gonna be ADULTS!”

Nash, Alisa, and Zara began giggling and enjoying the show that is Grayson and I’s friendship. The eldest put back on a straight face and walked away because she was so done with us.

“So Grayson what do you think? Seems like a pretty reasonable offer, right?” Nash asked his brother.

“Yeah Grayson, what do you say? Are you seriously going to reject my sister’s proposal? That’s cold, even for you” Alisa added.

Grayson thought for a moment and furrowed his brows. “Sure Y/N”

I grinned and squealed “Yay!” I hugged him and laid my head on his shoulder. “I could get used to this”

I heard a soft mumble coming from under his breath “So could I”.

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tysm for reading!

guys pls leave comments abt what i could do better

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

your latest fic with jealous reader is AMAZING!!!! My favourite inheritance games fic ever! I loved the fact that we got to interact with most of the brothers and Avery and that everyone was very in character. Jamie and Gray were hilarious and the romance just adorable! Your writing style is very beautiful btw. I’d adore a part 2 but I understand that it might be difficult and that you have a lot of requests 😊

awwwww this is the sweetest message ever!! thank you so much, it means the world to me 🤍🤍

I have put part 2 on my to do list and I will definitely get round to it, it just might be a little while. thank you for understanding!!

[reyreadersblog]

hihihi!!!! Can I please req some Grayson and Lyra hcs? Like cute or angsty ones idm 💕

Hii pookie, of course i can💟♥️

Hope you like itt

Pairings: Lyra Kane x Grayson Davenport Hawthorne

A/n: all of these are MY hcs, so if you don't like it, please be respectful🙏🏻

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LYRA X GRAYSON HCSS

• Idk if this makes sense but if Lana del Rey was a couple they would be the one, because they are so Lana coded♡

• when Lyra gets tired wearing high heels, she takes them off and gives them to Grayson to carry it.

• my guy would do ANYTHING for her.

• Grayson is very sensitive when it comes to his hair, but Lyra is the only one who can touch it.

• she's a WILD animal, i'm telling you, when she wants to do something, she will do it no matter what or how risky it is, And Gray is always dying when she sees her doing something dangerous.

• they had litearl investogation on each other, i'm not even kidding, not even a fully solved case would have as much documents as they did.

• she calls him by his middle name, Devenport🤭 thanks to @lyrakanefanatic for this idea.

• Lyra's laugh makes Grayson WEAK.

• they're a switch...i'm just gonna..leave it here.

• they'd have a heartbreaking, soul shattering love confession outside in the rain.

• sometimes Gray calls her love as a joke.

• it would take them a WHILE to become a couple.

• they both have daddy issues, yayy.

• they can easly tell when one's mood changed.

• periods are very hard for Lyra, so Grayson tries everything he can and is really careful during that tine if month.

• when they fight, it's actually something REALLY serious.

• Lyra is kind of a sunshine too in their relationship (compared to Gray), but with more of a sarcastic persinality.

• she can make him do anything with her eyes and smile.

• Grayson unbraids her hair.

• they are the IT couple, fans are crazy over them.

• Lyra gets super jealous when fangirls talk and swoon over Grayson.

• HAND. ON. THE. WAIST. y'all. That's his way of claiming her.

• both are pretty dominant in their relationship.

• they have a code word too, like how Averyjameson has tahiti (probably lilies)

• one time Grayson wore all black and my girl diedd.

• they would have so much banter.

• Grayson would fs propose to her with the black opal ring.