#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.

[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 SMUDGED LIPSTICK — GRAYSON HAWTHORNE + READER ‧₊˚

a/n: hi lovelies guess whos backkk (and with a new fic style because she's lazy at finding pics 😭) anyway no warnings with this one just gray being a cutie and jealous WHICH WE NEED MORE OF OML

"he's still staring at you." the words spoken for what seems like the hundredth time tonight leave your boyfriend - more like bodyguard at this point - as he stares down the unfortunate creature over in the corner.

otherwise known as your ex. aka the human equivalent of a dog shit. literally he's wearing the ugliest brown suit you've ever seen. why did he think dark brown on dark brown on black would suit him again?

"you would only know that if you've been staring at him too, gray," you say as you focus on collecting the small little appetiser that a nearby server is offering you. "we're literally at a function with hundreds of people, its concerning how you keep managing to find him in the crowd."

"he keeps staring at you, and its kind of hard to miss the drool coming out of his mouth." grayson's eyes are sharp when they turn to you. "i don't like it."

"you don't like a lot of things."

"this is in the top two. that and wearing leather pants." you snort and cover your hand over your mouth to try and stop the smile spreading across your face like wildfire. in the two years you and grayson have been dating the leather pants story has come up only four times - and never by grayson.

you were still in the dark about the whole situation until you cornered jameson and xander and demanded they tell you the whole story. you do not regret any of the questionable tactics you used to get it out of them one bit.

grayson eyes you suspiciously and you sober quickly deciding to drag him along the room and look for a place to sit. thats a better idea than explaining you know about the story and fight the urge to take a photo every time you see leather pants and send it to gray.

the night proceeds on and just as you think you're in the clear for not hearing another word about your trash bag ex, he shows his face. fun.

"what do you want?" grayson's voice is cold and sharp before your ex can get a word in.

"to say hi."

"you said it now leave."

"nonsense, i want to get to know the stunning lady on your arm."

ok gross. no. ew.

"what do you want grey?" you roll your eyes at the disturbingly brown suit and the horrendously styled hair on top of it.

ironic that your ex's name is grey. and your currently boyfriend who - you're pretty sure is the love of your life - is named grayson. what are the odds? pretty fucking low.

"to talk to you," the sleaze bag smiles at you, clearly avoiding grayson's deadly gaze.

"no. not happening."

grey reaches out and places a hand on your arm. "oh come on baby, you're not really still upset over-"

"she clearly said no. so leave. if not i can break the hand your touching her with. your choice." the low and threatening voice breaks into the conversation. and if you're one hundred percent completely and unapologetically honest: that's hot.

"i was her first grey," the asshole sneers

"and i'll be her last. i'm the one who takes her on dates, and treats her like the queen she is. i'm the one who remembers her favorite foods and makes sure to always have an extra hair tie around. i'm the one smudging her lipstick while she tells me she loves me. i'm her grayson and you are not."

silence ensues between the two and you stand there dumbfounded at gray's words. how could you not love this man?? the other one on the other hand...? yeah you could go a long long time without seeing that ugly asshat.

"whatever you prick," grey sneers and storms off - probably to go sulk to his mother.

when he's fully out of sight you twist back to grayson who has a tight expression on his face. he unexpectedly pulls you along and out of the bright function room and into a more secluded private spot.

"i'm sorry about that," he stresses slightly. "i didn't mean to just spit all of that out. please don't be-"

"grayson," you cut him off. "that was probably the sweetest and hottest thing i've ever seen you do. i am definitely not mad." he visible relaxes at that.

"but, i think you're going to have keep good on your promise of smudged lipstick..."

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[inmyheaddd]

gold rush - grayson hawthorne x reader

warnings: academic rivals not really to lovers/ friends to lovers, kissing, very fluffy wc: 1.7k masterlist

grayson hawthorne sat across from you in your biology class in your senior year. you’d known him—or of him—all the way through high school.

you two were practically the two top scorers in everything. 

you two would always cross paths; in class, award ceremonies, extracurriculars, anything academic-related, honestly.

but you two never really spoke though, up until now.

you always sort of hoped you’d be partnered up with him for something: an excuse to talk because you knew neither of you would speak to the other first. 

the opportunity finally arose when your biology teacher put you together for your end of semester project. 

you can’t lie, the first time you met in the library to do work was awkward. 

something about him always intrigued you, so you bit the bullet and tried to start a conversation.

his “strictly work” mode was boring, but once you two got into a flowing conversation, he quickly warmed up, and his eyes looked much more inviting than they did 20 minutes ago.

“sometimes i geniuenly can’t understand what he’s saying with that accent of his, i think we need a scottish translator in the class,” you said with a soft laugh. 

you two had been sitting in the library for around 30 minutes now, with no work done. 

you didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone by talking, it was just you two in the whole place.

he chuckled at what you said and you felt your stomach do a backflip when you saw dimples flash for a split second. 

he had dimples. god, could he get any cuter? 

“i much preferred our teacher last year, miss hawkins”

a smile found your face, “oh my god, yes, she was the sweetest!” you put a hand on your chest, almost in awe, thinking one of the best teachers you had. 

“she’d always round up my scores and talk about students and teachers with me when i’d finish my work.” you couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of gossiping with your 30-year-old biology teacher at her desk.

“so that's what you two were always doing.” a smile stretched across his face, then he continued, tilting his head to the side slightly and furrowing his brows, “isn’t that… somewhat illegal?” 

“hey, it gave me motivation to finish early. let me live.” 

he shrugged, “i’m not telling.” he made that sound like a challenge.

“so you won’t let any underlying jealousy from me being biology student of the year get in the way?” you teased him right back.

“oh i’m not jealous, believe me.” you raised your eyebrows at that, and he spoke again with a grin. “you just told me half of it was because miss hawkins would round your grades.” 

your mouth fell open. “okay, yeah by like one percent!” you crossed your arms over your chest. “there’s no need to be rude here.” you leaned back in your chair, like you were truly appalled. 

grayson saw right through you, and after 2 seconds of staring at each other in silence with your lips twitching upwards, you two fell into a fit of laughter. 

when you two recovered, he spoke again, “you did deserve it, though. you’d be the only one answering questions in class half the time.” he said, looking in your eyes deeply, reminiscing on times that seemed so far away now. 

“don’t count yourself out, hawthorne. you were like the only person who took that class seriously.” 

“apart from you?” he finished your unsaid thought with a tiny grin on his face.

“yeah,” a smile formed on your face, “apart from me.” 

an hour later, still, with no work done, you were talking about books.

he was a nonfiction and classics reader. and you, well, you were definitely not. 

“okay, why don’t you read little women then? it’s also a classic, but it's not boring.” 

“actually, now that you mention it, i have had my eye on it for a while.” 

he said that so calmly, if only he knew how much his rating just went up in your head.

“well if you want, i could lend it to you, i have an extra copy.” you both knew he was very capable of getting his own copy, but this way, it felt like you were actually building some sort of relationship together.

“that would be nice, thankyou.” he smiled once again, and it was like your face mirrored everything he did.

you glanced down from your notebook to him and, then back to your empty notebook and laptop that was now turned off in realization.

you two hadn’t written a single word down.

he was watching you, and you tilted your head back up. “oh my god, we haven’t done a single thing.” 

it was honestly kind of funny, or maybe, everything seemed to be funny right now with grayson. you had that, airy, light, and giddy feeling. 

you were surprised you weren’t giggling at every word he said like a mad woman. 

he shrugged, humming slightly in disagreement before speaking. “i’ve gotten to know you, that’s more important to me.” 

oh. 

okay. just act normal. be chill about it.

“oh, yeah, it’s nice to get to know you too.” 

you were 99% sure your face was the colour of your red school tie.

he smiled at you, and his dimples you saw flash earlier were on full display now.

“we should get some work done, then?” he suggested, after a beat of silence and ever so slightly awkward eye contact, putting you out of your misery. 

“yeah, we probably should.” you let out a nervous chuckle.

grayson thought he made you uncomfortable with that. he’s actually known you for less than a day; how did he even let that thought slip out? he was never like this.

the next time you met in the same library, you brought your little women copy. you honestly forgot about it because you fell into conversation so quickly, but soon enough it was pinging in the back of your mind, and you told grayson.

“you really didn’t have to, thankyou.” you heard the smile in his voice as you looked through your bag to get the book. “i wanted to,” you replied, as you handed him the book. 

his gaze caught yours with a smile, and then he was flicking through the book. 

‘you annotate?” his eyes sparked with interest, and he was hoping the way he was so totally enamored with you wasn’t so obvious on the outside.

“oh,” how did you forget that you wrote inside of that copy? “yeah, nothing really special, just thoughts or whatever.” 

“that’s good, it’ll be like you’re there reading with me.” 

“yeah,” your cheeks were heating up, and then he looked down at the book in his hand before looking up and asking another question. “would you mind if i wrote in it as well?” 

oh my god. 

“no, no, of course not!” good thing you didn’t sound too eager… 

“i mean, i’d love to see what you think about it.” and if it was possible, he smiled deeper, flashing his dimples that you’ve quickly grown to love. 

once you both handed in your project, he decided to ask you out on a “celebration” date. just two friends hanging out. nothing special!

you arrived at the coffee shop 15 minutes early, only to find grayson already sitting there. 

your heart fluttered as he looked up and caught your eyes. he did a small wave, and smiled at you.

“hey,” you said as you sat down, scooting in your chair closer to the table.

“hi,” he did a once-over on you, and he realized this was the first time he was really seeing you outside of anything school related. “you look lovely,” he spoke his thoughts out loud.

“thank you,” you added, “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

he chuckled, “thank you.” 

you fell into comfortable conversation, and 20 minutes later, you were both done with your drinks. iced coffee for you, black coffee for grayson. the weather was perfect, and he suggested a little walk, you couldn’t think of a better idea. 

a waiter came to your table for the tab, and you reached in your bag. “please, let me,” grayson interjected, and gave you a look that left no room for argument.

you thanked him and smiled, leaning back into your seat as he paid, knowing damn well the only things you brought with you were your phone, gum, and lipgloss. 

as you both stepped outside, the warm sunlight bathed the streets in a golden hue. you and grayson strolled down the sidewalk, making light conversation and sharing stories. you found yourself leaning into his side, subconsciously wanting to be closer to him.

“i have to admit, i’m really enjoying little women,” he said, glancing at you with a smile. “your annotations make it even better.”

“i’m glad you like it, it’s one of my favorites.” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm again.

after a few moments of comfortable silence, grayson turned to you, looking thoughtful. “you know, i’ve really enjoyed getting to know you these past few weeks. i wish we had done this sooner.”

“yeah, me too, i've been having a lot of fun." you said softly, meeting his gaze.

grayson smiled, and his hand brushed against yours. “i’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he began, coming off as hesitant for the first time in his life. “would you like to go out on a proper date sometime?”

you heart skipped a beat, and a smile spread across your face. “i’d love that.”

relief washed over his features, and his dimples were starting to make an appearance again. “are you available this saturday?”

you felt as if your words would fail you with the excitement you felt bubbling up in your stomach, so you simply nodded, mutters a small, “yeah, i am.” with a nod.

grayson was already thinking about all the places he’d take you and what you’d enjoy; he was going to make the most out of it. 

as you continued your walk, he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. the simple gesture alone made your heart soar.

“you know,” grayson said with a playful glint in his eye, “i never got to tell you my favorite part of the book.”

“oh?” you asked, slightly curious.

“it’s the little hearts you draw next to your favorite quotes,” he confessed, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “i think it’s endearing.”

you laughed softly. “i didn’t realize you’d notice that.”

grayson slowed down his walking, coming to a stop and looking at you. “ i notice a lot of things about you.”

you felt your heart drop, like there was a whole zoo in your stomach. you felt yourself lean in, but you barely even registered it. you hesitated, unsure of how to respond, and he gently closed the distance and kissed you, his touch soft and unexpected. it was a brief, sweet kiss that made you feel like you were floating. 

when he pulled away, you both were smiling. 

you’d never get tired of those goddamn dimples.

[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

[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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[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.

[hathorneheiress]

It's time for another rant.

Another thing that has been popping up in this fandom is the discussion and mention of S*x with the TIG characters.

First I must say, why are we even having a discussion about that?! Unless it's in the realms of marriage, (Which it is not) this shouldn't be even something we need to talk about!

Second: JB hardly ever mentioned it, so why are we? There are a few scenes some could argue of implied s*x (Which I disagree) and we do have Skye's own adventures. But this series prides itself on being clean and anyone can read it.

But people on here are ruining it's reputation and I don't like that. At this moment and at this time it is us, as a fandom, keeping the characters and books we hold dear to us alive. And future TIG fans will someday come along, and is this what we want them talking about? That all we ever discussed is if Grayson was a virgin or not?!!

It's stupid, and highly embarrassing if you really think about it.

I intend to make this fandom a better place, but I'm only one person. So, I'm hoping you all will consider trying to make this place better, and safer, for the future generations of TIG fans.

And think about it, there is so much more we haven't even begun to talk about with this fandom.

Instead of debating if Grayson is a virgin, we could talk about what was it like in school for the Hawthornes, with all those fan girls and jealous guys.

Or what was it like for Skye, Zara, and Toby playing the old man's games?

Do you think Toby will ever return to Hawthorne House?

The Hawthornes favorite food?

Songs they would sing on Karaoke night?

You see where I am going with this?

So so much more we all could be talking about.

Let's leave the S*x, slut words, and other inappropriate discussions in the closet.

Sincerely yours,

@hathorneheiress

[morganwrites12672]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

Summary:(request) a scenario with grayson hawthorne x reader, gray’s jealous? maybe the reader was hanging out with this guy friend of hers at one of their extravagant galas? thank you sm!

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Y/n was simply speaking with an old friend of hers, Scott. The two had gone to High School together, and hadn't seen each other since they both graduated last year. She was catching up with him, finding out about where life had taken him.

It was an innocent conversation. The two had been very good friends during their school years together, and both were in relationships. There was no chance of anything romantic ever happening between the two. Ever.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n could see her boyfriend. Grayson had his hand tightly gripping a champagne glass. She could see that based on the expression on his face, he didn't look very happy.

Y/n assumed he was misreading the situation. She was just friends with Scott. Nothing more. She sighed.

She made her way over to were Grayson was standing. It didn't take an expert to see how sour his mood was. She placed a comforting hand on his arm.

"Who was that?" Grayson asked, his tone sharp.

"A guy I went to high school with. He was telling me about his girlfriend." Y/n said.

Grayson seemed to become less tense at her words. She still frowned. Did he not trust her?

Grayson set his champagne down on a table. He looked at her. His hand softly touched her chin as he tilted her head upwards.

"I'm sorry." His voice was soft. "I trust you, I don't know why I got so jealous." He softly kissed her lips before pulling away.

"It's okay. It's not like you went over there and punched the guy." Y/n said with a small laugh. Grayson chucked softly in response.

Grayson smiled as he wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her back to his chest, and rested his head on top of hers. He smiled as felt the warmth of her back pressing against him. He would hold her like forever if he could.

He wasn't thinking about what the people would say about his display of public affection. People knew they were dating, but with how strict the stuck up, rich, assholes who attended these events were, Grayson has always been careful. In that moment, however, he didn't care.

[the-inheritance-games]

Do y’all think the other Hawthorne brothers now see Gigi and Sav as their sisters? I feel like they would bc they are graysons blood and they would all ride or die for them bc they ride or die for gray and gray rides or dies for them.

Also do u think gray gets jealous if his sisters hang out too much with his brothers? I fee like Grayson would be like “no. Mine.” “They’re MY sisters” or something like that but only on the inside and on the outside he’d just be grumpy and try to insert himself in the hangout lol

[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!!

[veri-xo]

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….

a/n: REPOST!!! Finally moved this here, og on my main

[inmyheaddd]

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.

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“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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