#phone girl

[lovethornes]

the hawthorne brothers wouldnt last an hour in the asylum where they raised avery

[swiftreader1989]

when grayson brings lyra back from her panic attack, she describes his scent as cedar and fallen leaves. later she talks about miles end and how its unlike any place on earth where she's jumped in the creek and ran in the woods. where would you smell cedar and fallen leaves?

i like to think he smells like home :)

[lyrakanefanatic]

If tig/tgg characters had twitter part: 24

[thejudeduarte]

I actually CACKLED when I read this

[cocomowgy]

QUICK SOMEONE WRITE THE HAWHORNES AT THE MET GALA!!!

[herondalesbooklover]

YALL HERE ME OUT I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING ABOUT TGG!

*might be long, but it is worth it*

I think most of us so far think that the whole calla thing is somehow related to lyra, in what way idk, but it looks like it.

So I was rereading tgg, and I realized that knox mentioned liking constellations:

This looks like such a random comment to mention, a guy like knox wouldn't just randomly say that without having a deeper meaning, and check this out!

Both lyra and orion (calla's dad) are constellation names!!!!

Lyra's constellation means this and is related to the myth of orpheus (somethings might be there considering the whole omega thing)

And look at the meaning of orion's constellation:

It says hunter. We know that so far Orion is not a good person and he is filthy rich. We also know that someone is going after lyra, that someone definitely has money. What if Orion is the one behind the wild card and lyra??

It is interesting that someone in the island wrote thomas' name for lyra to find it, we know that odette, rohan, gigi and savannah weren't, and I don't think there are too many extra threats in the island, Oren would have found them, so one of the contestants must have been the one to write the notes. Isn't it crazy that the two options left are the characters related to calla?

Also, let's not forget three details:

1° Brady mentioned that the Thorp family has some illigitimate branches. What if Thomas is somewhere there interwined.

2° Knox is literally playing for Orion.

3° Something happened between Severin and the Thorp family. This might seen unrelated, but I have a feeling that it is not.

What do you think? Please I need more theories!! THIS BLEW MY MIND!

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

Fights and Disagreements - a lyra and grayson fic

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disclaimer: it is VERY long. i wanted it to be shorter but it ended up being long like all of my other fics, even longer actually, and im sorry if you wanted a short read. ill try and make shorter fics from now on but i just love writing long pieces of work im sorry 😭😭

LYRA:

Lyra knew the words to describe Grayson. Patient, sweet, and protective, even if others didn’t see it. But at the moment, none of those things applied to him.

A week ago, Lyra had confronted Grayson about the fact that she thought he worked too much and rarely had time to spend on himself, let alone her, and he took her thoughts into consideration. He told her that he would to try to cut back on hours. Well, days went by with no change except for the excuse that “work was busy at the moment”, and Lyra started to get impatient. She’d confronted him again on the 6th day of no change, except with 0% patience and a disturbing amount of pettiness. Long story short, it had ended in a fight.

Lyra rounded the kitchen table and turned away from Grayson, words flying out of her mouth as she threw her hands up in the air.

“No change! That’s what I got from you Grayson! God, could you not be selfish for one fucking day in your life?!” She screamed, whirling around as she did. A flicker of anger entered Graysons usually calm eyes as he paced over to her, his hair messy from the amount of times he had ran his hands through it.

“I’m being fucking selfish? You haven’t even stopped to consider that maybe I’m working this hard because I’m actually fucking busy!” He shouted back. Lyra was taken aback. She had never heard Grayson shout that loud, let alone barely shout, and he didn’t seem to noticed when her back hit the kitchen island. Instead, he walked closer, his chest heaving. “Work has been stressful enough, Lyra, and I don’t need it fucking up my home life too!” With that last sentence, Grayson threw his hands up in the air, and a breath caught in Lyra’s throat as she did something she never thought she’d ever do in Graysons vicinity. She flinched, throwing her arms over her head. Once she realized she’d done it, her eyes widened and she slowly put her arms back to her side. Looking up, she saw Graysons wide eyes and shocked expression, as he’d stopped yelling.

“Lyra-“ He tried to say, guilt etching his features, before Lyra cut him off.

“Get out.” She said, her voice barely a whisper. She didn’t know where out was, but she just wanted him somewhere away from her right now. And she really didn’t want to cry in front of him, or go to sleep in the same bed as him. Grayson stayed silent for a few moments, before speaking again.

“Lyra, what?” He says, his tone confused. He tries to speak again, before Lyra cuts him off again.

“Get. Out.” She said, her voice quiet again but brimming with intensity. Grayson held her gaze for about 5 seconds, a swarm of emotions stuck on his face, before suddenly stomping off. Lyra wouldn’t let a single tear fall until she heard that door close, and once she did, she slid to the floor, sobs racking her chest. Her eyes caught her phone on the island table, and, without thinking, she pulled herself up, and dialed a number. The line was ringing for about 4 seconds, until the girl on the other end of the line picked up.

“Hello?” Avery said. Lyra swallowed, before speaking.

“I changed my mind. I think I will be able to be apart of your girls hang out night.”

GRAYSON:

The only thing that Grayson had on him as he stormed out of the house that he and Lyra had moved into was his phone and car keys, which could only do so much. Anger almost took hold of him, until he had remembered the way Lyra flinched when he raised his arms, and all that anger had been smothered by drowning guilt. Did she think that he would hurt her? Allow himself to lay even a single finger on her? The truth was, Grayson never would. But still, she thought that in a fit of anger, he would. Grayson was disgusted with himself. He tried to think back to the argument, tried to think back to where it all went wrong, but all he could hear was Lyra calling him “fucking selfish”, and that anger rose again.

Grayson pulled open his car door, sat inside, and slammed it shut, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway without thinking of where he was really going. Maybe he could book a hotel. Or just stay at a cafe/restaurant for a bit and figure things out later. But instead, his hand found his phone, and without thinking, he texted the groupchat with him and his brothers in it. No words, but instead, 3 numbers.

911.

LYRA:

When Lyra knocked on the door of Libby’s little house that she and Nash lived in, she knew how she looked. She could barely see herself in the reflection of some of her glass flower pots, and what she saw was a sniffling girl with red eyes and mascara streaks running down her cheeks. When Libby opened the door with Max and Avery by her side, her grin was smothered.

“Lyra..” Libby said, her voice soft. She looked like she was going to continue as she searched Lyra’s face with concern, but Lyra interrupted, wiping her eyes with her hand as she spoke with the most normality she could muster up.

“So, can we watch that movie you guys were talking about?”

Lyra had been watching some random romcom for 20 minutes, meanwhile her mind had been preoccupied on something else. On the fight. She was going to continue to watch-but-not-watch the movie, when Max stood up and paused it.

“OkayIcan’ttakethisanymore.” She rushed out in one breath as she stood up and turned to Lyra, her hands on her hips. “What the fax happened to you?” Lyra looked down when Avery and Libby looked at her expectantly. She could beat around the bush, but she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“I got in a bad fight with Grayson.” Lyra mumbled, wiping her cheeks that still had some mascara smudged on them. She wanted to leave it at that, but the expectant look on the girls’ faces didn’t falter even once.

“And? What did he do?” Avery asked her. Lyra sighed, before explaining what happened start to finish.

“Cheezits, he sucks. Should I punch him in his cheekbones the next time I see him?” Max immediately asked as soon as she stopped explaining. The question was so sudden and unexpected that Lyra choked out a laugh sob, before speaking.

“No need, Max. It’s not all his fault. I mean, I acted rashly and just went straight to screaming but..” Lyra’s brow furrowed as she recalled the fight. “He barely even tried to hear me out. Does he know that I’ve barely even seen him this past month?” Emotion creeped into Lyra’s voice, before she shook her head and picked at her nails. Libby took her hand in hers and smiled at Lyra softly.

“I know that fights with spouses are hard, but I promise you, you will look back on this moment and see something to learn from, even if you weren’t much in the wrong.” Libby said, gently. Lyra smiled softly at her, but her heart still felt heavy. She loved Grayson. So. Damn. Much. And it felt like stabbing pins in her chest to be away from him for this reason. But maybe some space to clear her head was good.

“I actually don’t really want to talk about this,” Lyra said, smiling softly. “But can we continue watching the movie?” Max barely waited for her to finish her sentence before she took off towards the kitchen.

“Snacks time!” She cheered.

GRAYSON:

By the time Grayson had shown up at the front gates of Hawthorne House, all his brothers were there already. He had heard that Nash was staying there because Libby wanted to have a girls night, but Jameson and Xander had probably came in the time it took for him to drive there. Grayson walked in the front gates with an eerily empty feeling inside him to be away from Lyra. Already he could feel a pit in his stomach, just thinking about going home to a possible empty house. To sleeping alone, without her body wrapped around his. What did it matter that he was angry? He hurt her, and in doing so hurt himself too. His thoughts were interrupted by Xander speeding down the halls and hurling himself at Grayson. Luckily they were on carpeted floor, otherwise Grayson would have gotten some sort of head trauma.

“Thereeee is my darlingggg brothe- oh.” Xander said, starting with a yodeling sing-song voice before returning to his normal tone as he studied Grayson’s face. “You’re looking a little rough there, Gray.” A little rough was an understatement. Not only was Grayson working himself to the bone and getting no sleep, which was why he had such vicious under eyes, but he was also exhausted from his fight with Lyra. His hair was a mess, and Grayson was sure he looked like one too.

“Anyways,” Xander said, shaking off the awkwardness of the moment before with a grin. “The festivities are in the Great Room.”

Grayson successfully managed to wipe off the remaining bit of whipped cream on his shoulder, which was caused by Jameson, who was ruthless with the amount of pies he threw, as he raised a brow at Xander.

“Were the pies really necessary, Xan?” Grayson asked him. Xander grinned before nodding, shoving another spoon in his 3rd pie so far. Grayson felt more at ease than he had hours before, but the fight dawned on him again and suddenly the empty feeling came again. Nash leaned forward, capturing Graysons gaze with his own.

“Now it’s time to tell us what’s goin’ on, Gray. You didn’t call this 911 for no reason. Last time you did, it was because you were hurting,” Nash drawled, flicking a speck of whipped cream off his arm before meeting Graysons eyes again. “You hurting again?” Grayson wanted to say no. Wanted to come up with some fake problem. But then the memory of Lyra throwing her arms up over her head hits him again, and, without meaning to, Grayson placed his hands over his face, covering his eyes. It was a pain he’d never experienced before, that kind of heart break where you wish you could go back in time and change your actions. If he shouted less loudly. If he actually took consideration to her words and took a break, even if his job needed him. If he would finally do the right thing. He wanted nothing more than to melt into Lyra’s skin, to hold her soft hair in his hands, to fall asleep with her in his arms.

But some things were easier said than done.

Suddenly, two hands were prying the ones off his face, and Grayson found himself face to face with Jameson.

“What is it? Something to do with Lyra? Did your poor PI finally break and quit?” Jameson asked him, taunting Grayson for the fact that he tended to have 0 patience when it came to Zabrowski. At the mention of Lyra’s name, Grayson lowered his head, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from coming. Luckily, he had been able to turn off his ability to cry since he was little, lest the old man saw him.

“So it is Lyra.” Jameson said again, raising a brow. Grayson opened his eyes, looked back up at Jameson, and that’s when the words started flowing out of his mouth.

Grayson closed his mouth, finally done explaining, and his brothers stayed silent for a few moments. That was, until Jameson decided to speak.

“Maybe we should start a go fund me for Lyra.” He said, narrowing his eyes at Grayson. Nash elbowed him and sent him a warning look, before turning to Grayson.

“I’m not gonna lie Gray, you thoroughly fucked up,” Nash drawled, the words still somehow coming out brotherly. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t make it right. You can stay for a few hours more, or for the night, whatever pleases ya, but you should get back to try and apologize, even if you weren’t fully in the wrong.” Jameson made a face at that last part.

“So, are we lying to him now?” Jameson said. Nash looked like he was about to throttle him, but Grayson just snorted. Honestly, he needed the humour after this depressingly serious night.

“Ooh!” Xander suddenly butted in, a grin on his face. “If you’re staying the night, then that means we can have a movie marathon!” A ghost of a smile touched Graysons face, but he shook his head.

“I’ll stay for maybe another 30 minutes, but afterwards I should be getting back. I’ve been here for long enough, and I think I’m ready to talk things out with Lyra.” He said. He felt almost giddy at the thought of being able to come face to face with her again, even though she’ll probably hate him for hurting her. Nash nodded, before speaking.

“You do that,” He said, with a smile. “And you have to stay and help us clean up the mess we made with the pies anyway.” Grayson smiled back, his heart feeling significantly lighter.

LYRA:

Lyra said goodbye to the girls before getting in her car and driving off. But then she thought about coming home to an empty house and her heart twinged with sadness again. Would Grayson come home some time in the night? Would he sleep on the couch and be gone in the morning? Or would he stay somewhere else for the night? Lyra didn’t know.

She parked in the driveway of her house, before getting out of the car and unlocking her front door. She stepped inside, listening for any movement or sounds, and felt disappointed when she didn’t hear any. Going to her room, well, hers and Graysons room, she stripped off her clothes and put on her pjs, exhaustion slowing her movements. Going to her vanity, she brushed through her hair, and that’s when she heard it. The front door opening.

Lyra’s heart jolted, both with surprise and excitement to see Grayson again tonight, until she remembered that she was supposed to be mad at him. She sat down at the vanity and took off all her jewelry, ignoring Graysons pursues around the house for her. When he stepped into the bedroom, Lyra had to hold herself back from turning to face him. She just continued to take off her necklaces, taking longer than she should and setting them on her jewelry holder neatly. Grayson just stared at her from behind, before finally speaking.

“I’m sorry.” He said. That almost broke the floodgates, and Lyra had to hold herself back from jumping into his arms and letting him carry her to bed. She needed him to first recognize what he’d done, and then maybe there would be time for jumping in his arms.

“What for?” Lyra said, pettiness and anger tinging her tone. Grayson came beside her chair and knelt to his knees, and although Lyra knew it was so that he could get to her height, there was still a part of her that thought he was getting on his knees to beg. There was still a part of her that felt giddy at the thought.

“I’m sorry for not taking time off from work when you asked. I’m sorry for ignoring your suggestions when you first came to me about them. I’m sorry for ever letting you think I would hurt you. I will never hurt you Lyra, and I will not ever let today happen again.” He said. Lyra froze. She’d expected an apology, but she hadn’t expected… that. The truth was, she didn’t think that Grayson would actually hurt her on purpose. She thought that in a fit of anger, his thrown-in-the-air arms would hit her and he wouldn’t notice. It was what he said that hurt her more. She still didn’t look at him, but finally spoke.

“So, you’ll change?” She asked him.

“Yes.” The words flying off his tongue. Lyra felt satisfied by how fast the answer came. Finally turning to look at him, she raised a brow at him, a mild look of anger still on her face.

“I hope you at least missed me on your workaholic month.” She said, raising a brow at him to answer. He stood straighter, his pupils growing larger once she met his gaze.

“I did.” This answer came just as quick as the last, almost like he had been waiting, dying to finally talk to her. Then, he picked her up off the chair and hugged her, holding her tight in his arms. “So damn much.” Lyra’s heart fluttered as Grayson wrapped his arms around her lower back and held her close, digging his head into the space between her neck and shoulders. Lyra was quick to return the hug, squeezing her eyes shut as she melted onto him, her feet dangling in the air.

Some moments didn’t require any words. Sometimes, all you could do was hold each other and breathe.

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[sheisntyouspam]

throwback to the time we used to say grayson and phone girl

[sophiesonlinediary]

LYRA KANE X GRAYSON HAWTHORNE HC

(these are all from how i think she’ll be and just from my ideas in general)

★ grayson matches his tie to her outfits everyday

★ she owns a motorcycle and teaches him how to drive it

★ she messes up his hair at the end of the day to tease him

★ he'll go out to swim and she'll eventually join him and sit in a pool chair waiting for him to get out. sometimes even falling asleep, but grayson always carries her upstairs when that happens

★ they can talk to each other about ANYTHING

★ lyra doesn't like to admit it but she was super nervous when she met his brothers

★ and on that note grayson wrote a whole paper on conversation starters before meeting her mom and step dad

★ when graysons working too much lyra walks in and steals his papers or shuts his laptop and says he can get back to work after he takes a break

★ they travel everywhere together

★ lyra runs her fingers through his hair when he's falling asleep

★ grayson runs a finger from her waist to her hip when they're in an event just for her to know that he's their with her at all times

★ they have each other as their wallpapers

★ lyra had to take grayson shopping for an entire weekend to give his wardrobe a 'makeover'

★ neck kisses and back hugs when the other is stressed <3

★ grayson runs with lyra in the morning and they talk about what they have planned for the day

★ lyra gets really close to the brothers but especially nash since he's the one with all the embarrassing baby grayson stories

★ jameson will say something embarrassing about gray but lyra tries her hardest not to laugh but gets really red and eventually gives in

★ little stolen glances from across the room any chance they get

★ they immediately know when the others mood has changed

★ lyra does not know how to swim and grayson teaches her

★ grayson picks up her hair in a ponytail when it gets in her face

★ lyra absolutely bashes on emily the first time that she finds out about the double kiss plus dating thing

that felt like a good note to end on i wasn't gonna make this so long but ideas really came to me hope y'all enjoy 😻

[xo-zozo]

screw the grandest game honestly i want games untold

[jkriordanverse]

Grayrat getting all dolled up for Lyra 💖💖💖 (yes he's wearng a skirt)

[swiftreader1989]

which was more culturally significant? the renaissance, or...

[lyrakanefanatic]

me when i think about jameson believing that no matter what he does to show how invincible and untouchable he is, it will never be enough, and just his self worth issues in general:

me when i think about libby going back to drake time and time again because of how tightly he had her wound around his finger, and how he serenaded her with sweet lies so she could forget about how abusive he really was:

me when grayson hurts himself, and his relationship with others, due to the tremendous amount of guilt weighing down on him every single day:

me when avery has a difficult time trusting people because nobody has ever given her a reason to, and her realizations throughout the series that she will never fit into the society that the will thrust her into:

me when xander casually jokes about how lonely he is, and how he will never be the same as his brothers, so he had to make a “team” for himself:

me when max feels the need to travel across states to be close to her friend for support, when her family disowns her for having a boyfriend, and when she was alone and scared and didn’t want to bombard avery with her problems:

me when rebecca will forever live in her sisters shadows no matter what, and the fact that she can’t be her own person due to it:

me when i think about gigi and savannah growing up and trying to win their dad over by being smart and the “best” versions of themselves, all so that he’ll stop seeing them as the daughters who will never live up to colin, his “true son”:

me when i think about eve being doomed from the beginning, and just how tragically desperate she is due to the environment she was raised in:

me when i think about how nash forced himself to believe that maybe, his mother would finally stick around, even though it wasn’t true, and also just his belief that there was nobody in this world that could actually love him and was right for him:

honorary mention:

me when i think about how lyra must hate her birthday. ☹️.

[riddles-n-games]

Lyra really said she was looking for a man in finance, with a trust fund, 6'5", blue eyes and she did but he's kind of working in a charity to give away the rest of what was supposed to go into his trust fund, he's actually 6'0" (he lied on his Tinder profile) and the blue in his eyes is more on the gray side. But you know, same thing.

[cocomowgy]

Grayson and Nash are girls dads who would wear “Princess security” shirts while taking them to Disney

Jameson and Xander are the cool uncles who teach their nieces swear words to call their dads

[herondalesbooklover]

Rereading tgg is realizing Lyra used to be a soft girl that not only is deeply traumatized by her memories but she is also mourning the lost of her old self.