#xander hawthorne fluff

[adddddiiii]

okay hear me out…

xander hawthorne x reader where they’re working on some crazy project together (like a puzzle or a mystery or something) and reader is super focused but xander just keeps flirting??

like he’s making all these ridiculous jokes and being his chaotic self, but he’s also lowkey super smart and figures something out before reader does?

i just feel like their dynamic would be so fun and cute! pls write this if u can, your stuff is amazing!! <3

and can i be 🐞 anon?

Chaos and Clues

Author's Note: Yes you can be 🐞 anon and that's such a fun idea! Very Xander

Contents: Xander Hawthorne x gn!reader

“You’re not even trying,” you groaned, shoving a stack of papers aside and glaring at Xander, who was sprawled across the couch in the study.

“I am absolutely trying,” he countered. His tone dripped with mock offense. “Trying to keep you from combusting.”

You rolled your eyes and returned to the documents spread across the coffee table. The two of you had been working on this puzzle for hours — or rather, you had been working, while Xander alternated between snacking, cracking jokes, and occasionally throwing a stress ball at the wall.

“It’s not that hard to focus, Xander,” you muttered, highlighting another line in the file.

“Easy for you to say,” he shot back. “You’re all business. No fun. It’s a little scary, actually.”

You looked up and narrowed your eyes at him. “I wouldn’t have to be ‘all business’ if someone would stop distracting me.”

Xander grinned, the picture of unbothered charm. “What can I say? I bring balance to your overachiever energy. Besides, you love it.”

“I tolerate it,” you corrected and turned back to the notes.

But your resolve faltered when Xander slid off the couch and flopped down beside you on the floor, his chin resting on his hand as he studied you with an exaggeratedly serious expression.

“What?” you asked, annoyed but unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.

“Nothing,” he said innocently. “Just appreciating the way your forehead wrinkles when you’re stressed. It’s cute.”

You groaned and shoved his shoulder. “Focus, Xander!”

He laughed, leaning back on his hands. “Fine, fine. But for the record, I’ve already solved it.”

You froze. “What are you talking about?”

“The puzzle,” he said nonchalantly, gesturing toward the mess of papers and diagrams. “I figured it out like, forty minutes ago.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re lying.”

“Nope.” He popped the “p” with infuriating confidence. “The dates? They’re part of a Fibonacci sequence. Look—” He reached over, grabbing a notebook and scribbling down a series of numbers. “See? Each number is the sum of the two before it.”

You stared at the sequence, then at him, then back at the paper.

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” you demanded, half in awe, half furious.

“Because,” he flashed a grin, “you were so cute being all serious and bossy. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

You swatted his arm, but you couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto your face. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re brilliant,” he shot back, his voice softer now. “Team effort, right?”

Despite yourself, you felt the tension melt away. He might have been insufferable, but he was your favorite kind of insufferable.

“Fine,” you shook your head. “Team effort. But next time, say something before I lose my mind, okay?”

Xander's grin turned soft, fond. "Can't promise that," he leaned back with a smirk, "but I can promise I'll never bore you."

[wildesqdreams]

rom com

pairing - xander hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - a girl who loves romance and a playful boyfriend spending time together. it's like out of a movie.

warnings - none, just fluff and cuteness, well, and xander's annoying scones.

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a/n: god, guys, it has been a while, hahaha. i'm sorry for not posting anything, i've just lost inspiration, but i'll try to write more, but i'm not promising anything... enjoy :)

'i wanna be thirty... thirty and flirty and thriving!'

y/n pulled the blanket up her body, as she got more comfortable on the bed, the smile not leaving her face. watching silly little rom-coms on her laptop with snacks and a peaceful environment was her way of having a fun time, so when her boyfriend suggested it, she was delighted.

she looked at her phone. 30 minutes had passed since xander left to get some scones, qouting, "what's life without a blueberry scone?"

even though the plan was to get everything ready, both being present and then start the movie night, y/n couldn't wait and started the movie - besides xander has watched it a million times because of her, since she loves love.

a small laugh escaped her lips from the scene, where jenna woke up as a grown-up and met the random man in her apartment. 'you're naked!' she spoke, using an umbrella as a weapon.

her gaze went to the door that opened, xander entering the room: "i'm back-" he stopped, the door shutting closed, but him remaining by it.

his hand went to his heart, "you started watching without me."

the smile on y/n's face grew wider at his sarcastic tone, "and you started eating without me?" she motioned to his hand that held a half eaten scone.

xander walked towards the bed, "couldn't resist it, besides jameson already ate most of the blueberry ones," he put the plate on the nightstand while eating the rest of the scone.

the girl hummed, "well, i couldn't resist the movie. besides, you've already watched it," her eyes met his, "multiple times."

her boyfriend chuckled as he moved the laptop off her legs, placing it further in the bed, "i feel heartbroken."

"hmm," she laughed, while xander climbed on top of the girl, putting his arms besides her on the bed, "well you should eat another scone then, since they're your favorite thing."

he laid on top of her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, humming, when he felt her hand touch his hair, "mmm, after robots."

y/n chuckled, "dammm, and here i thought i was your favorite."

"naa, you're like in the third place or something."

"you jerk!" she faked gasped while smiling and pushed him off of her and off the bed. but before she could get comfortable, she felt hands pulling her waist, "wait, xander-" the noise of them both crashing on the floor filled the room.

xander groaned as his arms tightened around the girl, who was on top, "that's what you get for talking like that."

a small smile appeared on his face, "yes, ma'am."

the boy let out another groan since he was the one who landed on the hard floor, hitting his head in the process.

"you idiot," y/n brushed his curls away from his forehead, then placing her hand on his cheek, drawing small circles with her thumb on his skin.

the boy turned his head and softly kissed her wrist, "i love you," his lips traveled up her arm, "more than scones and robots," he pecked her shoulder before laying his head back on the ground.

"so you're telling me even more than blueberry scones?"

he grinned, "now, that's a little too far."

the girl chuckled, as she pushed his face with her hand, "shut up."

xander's arm traveled up her side to the back of her neck, pulling her down, as he turned his head back, "come here."

he let out a satisfied sigh when their lips met, his other hand squeezing her hip.

"i love you," she mumbled against his lips, her hand on his shoulder

he deepend the kiss, pulling her closer, "i love you too."

if y/n could choose one thing in the world, that would be staying in xander hawthorne's arms forever. feeling his soft touch and rapid heartbeat. feeling the love he has for her till she couldn't breathe anymore. the nerdy, sarcastic boy was her home. he was the dream that she wished for as a hopeless romantic. he was everything.

soon, xander pulled away, mumbling, "what do you think of watching the movie on the floor?"

she pecked his lips before getting up and grabbing the laptop and a blanket, "i would say you're a genius."

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ᯓ dating xander hawthorne headcanons 𐙚

ᯓ xander with an infj girlfriend 𐙚

ᯓ can i call you tonight? 𐙚

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[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Handling Sickness

Summary: Nash is used to wrangling the boys when they're sick, but he's learning he doesn't have to anymore.

(Inspired to post this because of @tickletastic ❤️ :) Enjoy ❤️ :))

Sickness was a rarity in the Hawthorne household.

Just like with physical activities, the boys prided themselves on their ability to avoid colds, flus, and bugs alike. All that to say, when they did finally get sick, they went all out.

It all started with Avery coming home with something from school. Then Libby had caught it. Then Nash and Jameson had caught it respectively. Then Xander had gotten it. And then Grayson had been the last to hold out before he then got it.

Nash immediately crashed during a sickness. He'd curl up in bed for days without saying a word to anyone. It just felt like too much energy to form thoughts, much less voice them. When he woke up this morning, he found the youngest Hawthorne latched onto him.

That's how Xander responded to sickness. He'd curl up with the closest brother and it was very difficult to get out of a sick Xander hold.

However, two out of the four brothers didn't prioritize rest as a way to heal.

A huff came from the door. "There he is."

Nash looked up to see Libby marching her way in to the room. With her better and not wanting to get sick again, she'd been sleeping in one of the nearby guest rooms.

"I swear I looked away for one second and he poofed away," she explained.

The eldest Hawthorne brother gently squeezed her arm. Not too hard, not too soft. Just a gentle way of showing her it was okay.

With gloves on her hands, Libby blew him a kiss because germs. "Atleast he didn't try to run away like the other two."

Nash sighed. He'd been afraid of that.

He skillfully slid one of his pillows into Xander's arms before pulling himself up out of bed.

"You should rest." Libby moved her hand to his shoulder. "We can take care of them."

Nash squeezed her hand in that same gentle way as he stood. He knew his little brothers better than her. Getting them to rest wasn't going to be easy.

The eldest carefully padded his way out the door. He knew exactly where Jameson would be.

Fevers made Jameson Hawthorne restless.

He already couldn't sit still, but a fever seemed to take away any rationale he had left. When he was seven, Jameson had caught a nasty cold from one of his classmates. The old man had found him practicing dirt biking with a 103 degree fever.

It took a bit for anyone to even talk him out of the stunts and go home. That was just how Jameson handled sickness.

Nash entered the gym. He found Avery with her arms crossed staring up the rock climbing wall.

When he followed her gaze, their was his little brother halfway up it.

Avery sensed his presence without him saying a word. "I can take care of him."

Jameson jerked his head down. "I'm fine Heiress."

The cough that followed said otherwise.

"Clearly," Avery retorted.

From what Nash could see, Jameson was covered in sweat. He panted quite a bit as he sought to put one hand in front of the other.

Normally he was quicker and not as out of breath on a skill like this. Like the dirt biking, the fever was making his technique sloppy.

Avery sighed. "I'm serious Nash. Go get some rest, please."

"Should listen to her," Jameson called down. "She obviously knows what she's talking about."

In response, the eldest Hawthorne scooped her up in a bear hug.

Impressively, the younger heiress didn't loose her cool. "Nash."

Nash set her down a good foot or two away from the base of the rock wall. His grip then went to her shoulder as he tried to settle himself from a dizzy spell.

Avery squeezed the hand. "You don't have to do this."

The eldest Hawthorne felt his head clear enough to squeeze her shoulder in response. It was the same message he had been trying to give Libby.

Once he had legs back underneath him, Nash stepped back up to the rock wall.

Jameson looked down as another coughing fit broke his concentration. "If I fall, you may not want to stand there."

If I fall. Jameson didn't even know if he had the energy to keep himself up there.

"Serious."

Nash moved to climb up when his younger brother's foot slipped.

Normally, Jameson could right himself immediately from a slip like that. But again, a fever ridden brain made for very sloppy technique.

"I've got it. I've . . ."

Nash tensed.

The younger haphazardly pushed himself off the wall, but there was no way he was landing that dismount without some sort of injury.

Nash jumped back in time to break his fall. Both brothers tumbled to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of them both.

The eldest laid on his back to make the room stop spinning.

Avery squatted beside him. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," Nash finally got out.

The eldest Hawthorne brother took a second to pull himself up before turning to his younger brother.

Jamie coughed harshly as he pushed himself partially up. The daredevil of the group looked absolutely exhausted after his stint up the rock wall.

Nash squatted back down where he lifted Jameson into a fireman carry over his shoulders.

The daredevil gripped his older brother's arm. "Put me down."

"Don't listen to him."

Nash turned to Avery.

"I'll get a change of clothes if you bring him to his room," she promised before turning.

"No."

Avery turned back.

"My room," the eldest brother told her.

The young heiress took one step back to him. "Yours?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I'll meet you there then."

"Thanks," the eldest Hawthorne squeaked out before heading toward his room with his younger brother.

Jameson wasn't the heaviest thing Nash had lifted, but he wasn't the lightest either, making the way back feel extra long. Especially with his younger brother trying to fight him in his weakened state.

"I don't need a babysitter," Jamie argued.

Nash didn't say a word.

Finally at one point, Jameson sagged, his death grip on the eldest Hawthorne's arm going slack.

The eldest glanced back.

"M'kay," his younger brother assured him.

Again, the cough rattling around in his chest said otherwise.

When Nash finally got back to his room, Libby was still nearby.

She pulled the blankets back. "Finally got him down?"

Nash nodded before setting Jamie down on the mattress.

A true testament to his exhaustion, the younger Hawthorne didn't even fight to get away this time. His face even looked a bit pinched.

The eldest Hawthorne sat down on the edge of the bed. He brushed back the strands of dark hair stuck to Jameson's forehead.

"Stop worrying about me. I'm fine," the younger Hawthorne pointed out before coughing again.

Libby rubbed Nash's shoulders. "Why did you bring him here?"

The eldest Hawthorne brother reached over to shake the pillow in Xander's grip loose.

The youngest rolled over to try to find the pillow only to collide with Jameson. He then latched on tightly, pinning his brother in place.

"So that was your plan," Libby connected.

Nash nodded before pushing himself back up.

"Where are you going now?"

"Gray."

"He's at the trust fund building though. Can't someone else bring him back?"

Nash grabbed his keys. He just knew the stubborn headedness of the Hawthorne blood line wouldn't allow it. "Doubt it."

"Nash, you really should rest."

The eldest smothered a few coughs into his arm.

Libby's hand rubbed up and down his back. "Why don't we send Oren or even Alicia?"

"Won't listen."

"Better than you hurting yourself."

Nash reached over to squeeze her arm.

Even with a fever, the eldest Hawthorne brother made the drive to the building. He also made himself somewhat presentable before getting out. Last thing he needed was bad press leaking out photos of him showing up here in a pair of dirty sweatpants and a sweat soaked shirt.

This was how Grayson handled sickness. The final Hawthorne brother didn't want to let anything stop him from working. In fact, he seemed to throw himself more into work to hide the fact that he was ill. Sadly, it often led to Grayson nearly collapsing when he got home because his weakened body just couldn't keep up. The younger Hawthorne always felt he had something to prove no matter what.

Nash strode into the building before finding his final younger brother sitting at his desk. Grayson looked fine at first glance, but a few signs let the eldest Hawthorne know he was struggling.

A light flush on his cheeks.

The wrinkle behind his left eye.

The fact that it took him three seconds longer than normal for him to register Nash was standing in the doorway.

"You're supposed to be at home."

Nash shook his head before stepping in. "You."

Not a question. A statement.

"I'm fine."

The eldest Hawthorne didn't break eye contact.

Grayson glanced back over to his computer screen. "I'm fine."

There was only two ways this could go. Grayson gave in first or Nash carried him out the same way he'd carried Jameson.

"You can go."

Nash glanced back up. The tone he said it in gave the impression of the second statement being true.

"I have some work to finish anyway," Grayson continued.

The eldest Hawthorne didn't move.

Grayson coughed into his elbow before continuing. "Nash, go home."

"Really little brother?"

The briefest hint of a twitch appeared on Grayson's eyelid. "I could call someone to drive you."

"Drove myself."

"Then you can drive yourself back again."

Nash didn't pick up speed nor did he slow down. He just walked toward the desk.

Grayson pinched the bridge of his nose. "Nash."

The eldest Hawthorne stepped around the side of the desk. His younger brother looked worse up close.

Obviously this sickness had been going on a lot longer than this morning. The exhaustion behind his eyes almost bled out into the rest of his body.

Nash squeezed his younger brother's arm.

"I'm fine."

The eldest Hawthorne stayed put.

Grayson pushed up a moment later. "I'm fine."

A second after, the younger Hawthorne pitched forward into his older brother's arms.

Nash carefully lowered him into the office chair.

Gray's face had gone incredibly pale. He was very close to fully collapsing if the older Hawthorne didn't act quickly.

Nash gave the smallest jerk of his head toward the doorway. His little brother either walked out or he carried him out.

Grayson sighed before standing. He quickly shut everything down then the two walked out of the building and to Nash's car with the eldest sending a quick text to Libby to let her know they were on their way home.

By the time both he and Gray were in the car, the eldest Hawthorne sank forward over the steering wheel. His own sickness was catching up with him just as much as Grayson's was catching up with him.

He rested his cheek on his hands as he turned to look at the heir.

Grayson glanced up at him, his eyes glassy.

That was all Nash needed to push himself up and drive away home.

Gray managed to stay conscious all the way home.

But as soon as they pulled into the garage, his eyes rolled back into his head. The younger of the two then slumped against the window where his eyes fully closed.

Nash huffed as he leaned back against the driver's seat. The last time it had gotten this bad, Grayson had been thirteen with tonsillitis. He'd managed to make it halfway through the school day before Jameson had called him sarcasticly saying his brother was dead and that Nash needed to come collect his body. It was the closest the eldest Hawthorne brother had heard the daredevil get to a panic.

And the closest Nash had ever gotten to a panic himself.

The eldest Hawthorne yanked the keys out of the ignition before moving toward the passenger side door. He then lifted Gray's unconscious form over his shoulders.

He debated taking his younger brother to his room for a change of clothes, but the thought of walking all the way to his brother's room then back to his own made him feel even more exhausted.

So the eldest Hawthorne just headed straight to his own room.

Avery was sitting on the edge of the bed closest to Jameson, stroking her fingers through his hair. The younger Hawthorne was dressed in different clothes and he was asleep with Xander passed out on his chest.

"There you are."

Nash stepped aside to let Libby into the room. Her arms were loaded down with about a million different things.

"Avery came back with some clothes for Gray cause I figured you wouldn't want to let him out of your sight either so let me set this stuff down and we'll get you both changed," she rattled off.

"Got it," Nash assured her as he made his way to the nearby bathroom.

"You sure? It won't take me but a minute."

"Got it," Nash told her again.

Avery stepped in long enough to place two sets of clean pajamas on the counter. "Call me if you need any help."

The eldest Hawthorne eased Grayson down on to the floor. "Thanks."

"We're here too Nash."

The eldest leaned heavily against the counter as he pulled himself back up.

One small hand firmly squeezed his arm. "You don't have to do everything yourself."

Nash squeezed her close in a weak side hug.

Avery immediately returned it with a tight one of her own. "Get changed and get in bed. After Libby pumps you full of medicine, you four can sleep this sucker away."

A weak chuckle left Nash's mouth before it got broken off by a coughing fit.

Avery stepped back. "I'll make tea."

When the eldest Hawthorne looked up, the younger heiress was shutting the bathroom door.

After getting himself fully standing again, Nash changed Grayson into his pair of the pajamas before changing himself into his own. He really wanted a shower, but he also did not have the energy to go through that right now.

So he carefully lifted his little brother before carrying him to bed. He'd deal with the messy clothes and shoes another day.

Libby already had the blanket pulled back on the other side of Xander.

Nash carefully slid Grayson under the blanket before sinking heavily to the floor. His own exhaustion had finally caught up with him.

"Nash!" Two hands pulled him up. "No no no, you are not sleeping on the floor."

Wouldn't be the first time.

The eldest Hawthorne let himself be yanked up and manhandled into bed. Libby was a lot stronger than she looked.

She then placed a kiss on his forehead. "Now, let's get you two medicated and then you can knock out for the rest of the day."

Another tired chuckle left Nash's mouth.

Sure enough, Libby got the medicine into Nash then the two worked together to get it into Grayson.

The younger Hawthorne's head came to rest on the eldest's chest. Nash didn't move him.

He carefully brushed a few slick strands of hair out of his face instead.

Libby fussed over the blanket. "Call me if you need anything, but you should follow in your brothers' footsteps."

Nash sluggishly turned to look at the other three. A slumber party in his room like they were all kids again. That brought back a lot more memories.

"Goodnight love." Libby's hand disappeared. "I'll check in on all of you in a bit."

Nash's eyes finally closed. "Thanks Libs."

"Anytime."

[byhawthorne]

Valentine's Day.

– Grayson Hawthorne x fem!xreader : she receives flowers for valentine's day but with a little puzzle

an : hi! This is my attempt writing a valentine's day special. it was supposed to be something short but i wanted to add a little something that would happen in the books and it ended up being 80% solving the puzzle. it's definitely not my best work, sorry!

Her first Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend… and she couldn’t even see him. At least, not for most of the day.

It felt like the universe had conspired to make it impossible for her to see Grayson that day. Even when she had stopped by the foundation, he wasn’t there. Sometimes, she just wanted to force him to take a break.

"Excuse me."

She turned at the sound of a voice behind her just as she was about to leave. A girl she didn’t recognize stood in front of her.

"Are you Grayson Hawthorne’s girlfriend?"

She felt like she could throw up right there and there, but she just nodded. She would never get used to it—to being called his girlfriend. It had taken her so long to open up to someone again, and he had been the only person who had managed to do it.

"There’s something for you."

She frowned in confusion and waited. Maybe an envelope, a folder she had forgotten. She glanced at the papers in her hands, but she was pretty sure she had everything.

A guy approached and placed something in the girl’s arms. A bouquet of her favorite flowers was in her hands seconds later. She looked at the girl, bewildered, but the huge smile on her face made her wonder if this was just some elaborate joke she was in on.

"It's from your boyfriend," the girl explained. She said something else, but the moment those four words left her lips, her ears stopped registering anything else.

Had Grayson left the flowers there? Had he sent someone? Called a place? How had he managed to do this so quickly?

She reached for the small note nestled among the flowers, noticing the florist’s logo. For a second, it seemed familiar. But when she opened the tiny card, something inside her sank.

It was blank. There was nothing written.

She sighed before turning around and heading toward the car that was waiting for her. That strange feeling in her chest lingered. She couldn’t believe they had forgotten to write a message. Maybe he hadn’t sent anything written, and the florist had made a mistake. Maybe…

The man holding the car door open for her frowned when she didn’t step inside. She just stood there, frozen, staring at the card in her hand.

Grayson Hawthorne would never send a blank card to her. There was something more.

It was the small, unusual glimmer before getting into the car that revealed the truth—it was invisible ink.

She hated invisible ink. Avery had used it for her last invitation to some kind of dinner she had organized. Why couldn’t the Hawthornes just use regular ink? Or a simple text message would work just as well.

The tip of her shoe tapped against the ground impatiently the entire way back to her apartment. The car dropped her off at the building’s entrance. She thanked the driver, and practically ran to the elevator. A mix of desperation and adrenaline rushed through her veins—she needed to confirm if she was right.

Ignoring her cat’s meowing was difficult, but she rushed to her room and started rummaging through her drawers, hoping to find a small ultraviolet light she had stored somewhere. She huffed when she didn’t find it and scooped up her cat.

“Luka, do you remember where I left the UV light?” she murmured, though she obviously didn’t expect an answer. She stroked the cat’s head while her eyes scanned the room. Until her eyes fell on a specific drawer.

The one Grayson had nicknamed the disaster drawer.

She set Luka down and walked over, making an even bigger mess as she searched through it. The ultraviolet light appeared in front of her seconds later. Letting out a victorious gasp, she hurried back to the living room, where she had left the flowers and the card.

Turning on the UV light, she held it over the card to reveal… nothing. Her brow furrowed, and disappointment flooded her chest.

Nothing.

Why wasn’t there anything? It had to be invisible ink. If it wasn’t…

She looked around, searching for something else to focus on. That’s when her eyes landed on the small lamp by the couch.

Her mother hated that lamp. She had told her to get rid of it because she always forgot to turn it off, and the bulb overheated too much. She had even recommended the ones that didn’t emit so much heat.

She looked at the card again. Then at the lamp.

Setting the UV light down on the counter, she walked over to the small side table, took a seat, and placed the card directly under the lamp.

She waited one second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

She waited.

She waited.

She waited.

The message slowly began to appear.

A smile stretched across her face as excitement bubbled up inside her. It wasn’t UV light—it was heat.

And the message was much longer than she had expected.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to read it carefully, without rushing. Maybe this was just another clue and not the final answer.

"I still remember the night of August 9th. 9 centimeters of distance, 6 seconds and more than 20 reasons to do it. Another 20 seconds that felt like an eternity, more than 19 thoughts in my mind, 19 wishes and 19 breaths. 11 seconds later and 5 wishes hoping you felt the same. 18 seconds later you said it and you were mine."

Her mind went blank.

She was trying to think at full speed, but at the same time, she felt overwhelmed and confused. It didn’t make sense… Her eyes scanned the card again, searching for something different.

Too many numbers.

Too many numbers.

She reached for a pen and some paper, but when she couldn’t find any, she simply began writing the numbers on her leg.

8, 9, 9, 6, 20, 20, 19, 19, 19, 11, 5, 18.

She stared at them. Over and over again.

They didn’t look like coordinates, a phone number, or a date.

She hesitated, wondering if she should include the eight or if that would ruin the puzzle. August was mentioned, and August was the eighth month of the year. In her mind, it made sense—it could either break the entire code or help her solve it. She’d find out in the end.

She bit the tip of the pen as the tip of her shoe tapped against the floor, trying to think. Her brain refused to turn its gears.

If it wasn’t coordinates, a date, or a phone number, then it could only be…

Something clicked. The gears in her mind finally started turning when she realized it.

It wasn’t coordinates. It wasn’t a phone number. It wasn’t a date.

It was a numeric cipher.

Five minutes later, with a little help of the internet, she had deciphered each letter:

H, I, I, F, T, G, S, S, S, K, E, R.

Now she had a new problem. The letters were scrambled.

She huffed, letting herself fall onto her bed while staring at the jumbled letters she had written down.

She had tried to put them in order, but there were too many possible combinations—and it was already getting late.

Valentine’s Day was about to end, and if she ruined whatever Grayson had planned just because she couldn’t arrange a few stupid letters…

Her eyes drifted back to the card. Every detail.

The barely visible letters.

The letters she had written.

The texture of the card…

The logo of the flower shop.

When she first received the flowers, it had felt familiar. And only now did her brain finally piece it together.

The night of their last date before they became a couple.

The flower shop they had stopped at.

The moment she told Grayson what her favorite flowers were. Then, he had joked that he should give her flowers on every special occasion—though not necessarily from that shop.

That date, that night.

The night of their first kiss.

11 seconds later and 5 wishes hoping you felt the same.

18 seconds later you said it and you were mine.

It wasn’t random.

Her hands trembled as she grabbed the pen again, rearranging the letters she had found. Her heart pounded in her chest, hoping with everything she had that she wasn’t wrong.

And when the words finally came together—perfectly—she felt like jumping with joy.

She had solved it.

THE FIRST KISS.

"A numeric cipher?"

The silence was broken by her voice. Grayson turned around—he hadn’t heard her arrive, but she was there. She had figured it out.

"You solved it."

"The flower shop clue was too easy."

She smiled as she walked toward him.

The place of their first kiss had been the answer, and she had found it.

She had already noticed the soft glow of the candles on the table where he had set up dinner for the two of them. She didn’t even bother asking when he had found the time to prepare everything. All she could think about was how perfect it looked…

Their first kiss.

If she closed her eyes, she could still feel the nervous excitement of that day.

"I knew you could unscramble the letters on your own, but I thought I’d give you a little help—otherwise, dinner would get cold." She let out a soft laugh as she finally closed the remaining distance between them.

"I thought you had work," she murmured.

"Well, there’s this girl who keeps telling me to take a break, so I figured I’d listen to her for once." She felt Grayson’s hands on her waist, pulling her closer and closing the last few centimeters between them.

"Happy first Valentine's Day," she murmured. She could feel his breath, so close to her.

Just like their first kiss. Grayson's fingers caressed her cheek softly. He was so close to her, until… his lips finally touched hers. She could feel her heart beating hard, Grayson's soft lips moved against hers slowly and gently, enjoying the closeness, the kiss.

Their first Valentine's kiss.

[averygrambsbankaccount]

merry Christmas (eve)!! this one wasn’t requested but I wanted to write a fun little christmas fic. I know the idea of this fic is kinda ridiculous and unrealistic but I thought it was funny (: I hope you guys enjoy 💗

word count: 3292

A Hawthorne Christmas Special Disaster

Christmas at Hawthorne House was magical, and everyone knew it. It was better than the North Pole itself. Christmas trees were in every hall, every room, so many of them it would be a fools errand to even attempt to count them. There were wreaths on every door, mistletoe on every chandelier, eggnog and hot chocolate on every table, and high Christmas spirit all throughout.

So, to put it simply, it was magical. A winter wonderland, so to speak!

This Christmas Eve, the House was full of guests. The usuals; Avery, Libby, and the Hawthorne brothers, along with Oren, Alisa, Nan, Thea, Rebecca, Max, and Zara. New additions this year were Gigi; Grayson’s cheerful younger sister who was basically the embodiment of the word hyper, and Grayson’s new girlfriend, Lyra. 

The house was practically bursting at the seams with how many guests were staying this Holiday, but Avery stayed true to the statement The more the merrier! and reacted positively to every new arrival the night before Christmas.

With so many people there, the presents were overflowing too. So, they all agreed to put them in one room, and they would all be transported to the biggest tree in the house that night. The room was covered from floor to ceiling in presents, varieties of coloured wrapping paper making it a bit hard on the eyes.

Even with the presents taking up most of the space, Xander somehow still managed to run one of his contraptions through the rooms. Someone should really be monitoring him at all times, and maybe that was where they went wrong. Unattended, Xander usually managed to do one of his favourite things, even by accident; blow stuff up. 

Whilst everyone went about their day, preparing for the big holiday coming up so soon, Xander was causing some big trouble. In his defense, he didn’t know it would blow up like that.

Avery and Jameson were in the library together when they heard the firework sounding, extremely close, extremely concerning, boom. It was even more absurd considering how quiet the library had been moments before the explosion had rocked it.

“Did a bomb just go off?” Avery was quite calm, albeit very confused.

“No,” Jameson took her hand and started leading her to the direction of the explosion noise. “I think it’s more likely Xander just went off.”

Grayson was sitting quietly, working at his desk with Lyra on her phone behind him when the incident occurred.

“What the fuck goes on this house?” Lyra sat up.

“Xander,” Grayson stood, sighing internally. “And I believe it’d be more accurate to describe it as him going off.”

Oren was keeping an eye on the security cameras when Xander made the Christmas big bang happen, so he had the pleasure of watching it all happen in real time. He rubbed his forehead in frustration when one of his men walked on.

“Sir, we heard the explosion. Is there a threat?”

“No,” Oren sighed. “Just Xander. Again.”

It seemed everyone was used to his antics by now.

The loud noise of the explosion soon led them all to the room where it happened, where Xander was currently standing with half an eyebrow missing, a face caked in dirt, and a shocked expression.

“Ok!” Xander exclaimed as they all walked into the room. “It was an accident, I swear!”

“Did it really have to happen in the room where all the presents are?” Thea sniped.

“Um,” Max quietly commented. “I think you mean the room where the presents were.”

“They do seem to have disappeared.” Rebecca pursed her lips, and a collective sigh of exasperation seemed to echo through the room.

———

The presents really did seem to have disappeared. If you looked at the broken windows or the literal hole in the wall, it wasn’t too hard to discern where they had gone to.

“They’re out on the grounds!” Libby ran her hands through her hair. “They could be anywhere! They could be gone!”

“Ok, everyone calm down,” Nash put his arm around Libby’s shoulder. “They gotta be out there somewhere. Let’s all just go look. I’m sure we could find them.”

“And if we don’t, Santa can just bring us replacement ones!” Gigi said, then in respond to the looks she was given added: “I’m joking! Duh!” (But the way she looked down sure didn’t make it seem like she was joking)

“So, we go look. Isn’t this what Christmas is about? Finding hope when all is lost?” Avery tried to bring up the mood.

Max scoffed. “Actually, Christmas is Jesus’ birthday, which I have already informed you of, Avery-“

Zara brought her hands together, abruptly ending that sentence. “Let’s just go look for those damned presents, shall we?”

There was a chorus of agreement throughout the room, and they started to make their plans to divide and conquer. Avery turned to her boyfriend beside her and noticed the especially nervous look on his face.

“Jameson?” Avery looked at him with concern in her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jameson put his hands on her shoulders. “Why don’t you go with Gigi and Lyra…I think I’m gonna go with my brothers.”  

Avery nodded, biting her lip in worry. She didn’t want to say anything, but she feared he was hiding something from her. 

The groups were made and the plan wasn’t really a plan at all; it was just look. It felt a bit like they were saving Christmas.

As everyone shuffled out of the room, Xander’s voice called out one last time to them all; “I’m really sorry guys! I swear! It won’t happen again!”

“It will,” Nan snorted from her seat next to the piano. “Oh, it will.”

Avery, Lyra, and Gigi were walking along the east side of the estate, coats wrapped tightly around their bodies and their breath creating clouds in the air. It was mostly silent, until Gigi spotted a wrapped little miracle in the distance. 

“Look, I found one!” She took off running, and Avery and Lyra struggled to keep up with their freezing legs, until with no warning, Lyra was suddenly miles ahead of Avery too.

“How,” Avery panted “Are you guys so fast in this weather?” She rested her hands on her knees when she finally reached them.

“I’m a runner,” Lyra shrugged, taking the present box from Gigi’s hands.

“From Nash, to Libby.” Lyra read off the tag.

“Oooh, what do you think it is!” Gigi said excitedly. 

“None of our business.” Avery and Lyra said at basically the same time, each of them laughing a little at the coincidence.

“Jinx!” Gigi exclaimed. “I did it for you, since you guys forgot to.” She smiled brightly.

On the west side of the estate, the four Hawthorne brothers walked together. 

“Don’t look so nervous, Jamie,” Nash pushed his shoulder. “It’ll work out.”

“And if it doesn’t,” Grayson added coldly, raising a blonde eyebrow in Xander’s direction “We know who to blame.”

“Hey! I didn’t mean to blow your-“ 

“Shhh,” Jameson shushed him. “You never know who could be listening.”

Grayson silently rolled his eyes.

Xander continued, “I didn’t mean to blow your redacted out the wall! It just happened!”

“Well my ‘redacted’ is pretty darn important, Xander!”

“Let’s not fight. Maybe we should just focus on finding it.” Grayson stayed calm as ever.

“Yeah, before Avery does. That wouldn’t be good.” Nash winced just imagining it.

“God, don’t stress me out more!” Jameson ran his hands through his hair. “Everyone just…focus on looking!”

Libby, Max, Rebecca and Thea were together, but they were separated into two different duos waking close. Rebecca and Thea were a bit more focused on their romance than the presents, and Libby and Max were preoccupied with gossip.

“So, you know right?” Max whispered. “He told you?”

“Yes, of course!” Libby whispered back. “Well…technically Nash told me, but it’s fine.”

“Same,” Max giggled. “Xander told me. He’s not too good at keeping secrets from me..but not to worry, for I’m great at keeping secrets!”

“Me too,” Libby agreed. “My lips are sealed, one hundred and ten percent.”

Rebecca and Thea were caught up in a passionate conversation when one of them spotted a box sitting on the roof of a small shed. “Look, I found one!” 

“Wow, that’s a big box.” Libby commented. “How do we get it down?” 

“I’m on it!” Max was already scaling the wall.

“Uhhhh..” Thea raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. “Are we sure she’s not gonna like…break her leg doing that?”

“I’m fine!” Max was already on the roof, handing the wrapped box down to Libby. She climbed down the wall as easily as she had gone up it, landing on the ground without even a thud. “See?” She said smugly.

“I guess she’s got it under control.” Rebecca shrugged.

The adults of the group were together, though none of them seemed too happy about it. Alisa, Oren, and Zara walked in silence, whilst Nan had opted to stay inside and let the young ones do the dirty work.

“I’m going to kill Xander,” Alisa rubbed between her eyebrows. “I’m a lawyer, for gods sake! How do I end up cleaning up explosions every other damn day?”

“You’re Hawthorne-Adjacent,” Zara studied her nails. “You should expect this by now.”

Oren crossed his arms. “My job description said bodyguard. Now what have I become? A janitor! A directions man!”

“You’re employed to a billionaire,” Zara, ever the realist, stated. “An extremely generous one, at that. Complain all you want, but people would kill to be out here in the freezing cold looking for presents that were blown out a wall just for fun.”

None of them could disagree with that.

“I found a present.” Alisa deadpanned, pointing a manicured finger at a lonely tree on the property, somewhat resembling a Christmas tree, that had a present stuck high up in its branches.

Both the ladies turned to look at Oren, who sighed deeply and then began to climb.

Gigi and Lyra were ahead of Avery, whispering and giggling quietly. Avery looked around at the snow covered trees, and at footprints on the ground, at anything to make it seem like else wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, the heavy wind made it quite hard to hear what they were saying, but it was clearly something she wasn’t meant to know.

Is everyone keeping something from me? At this point, she was getting a little pissed off.

The brothers walked in silence, looking out on the mostly undisturbed snow. 

“Look!” Xander called out of the blue. “Down that hill!”

Sure enough, down the hill was a jackpot. It seems lots of the presents had tumbled right down into there.

Nash whistled. “Looks like we got ourselves some carrying to do.”

Jameson jogged down the hill, throwing big boxes out of his way in his rush to find it. But, in the giant pile of big presents, there was no little, perfectly wrapped one.

“It’s not here,” Jameson threw his head back. “It’s not here!”

“It’s okay, Jamie,” Xander patted his back. “We will find it! We will not give up!”

“Do I have to carry all these back myself?” Grayson snapped them back to reality with his cold voice.

They got to work.

“Do you think the others have had any luck?” Alisa has by now realized there her shoe choice wasn’t the most…practical for this activity. Although, Zara was wearing heels too and seemed perfectly fine.

“I sure hope so,” The cold air biting at her ankles didn’t bother Zara one bit. “They will be beside themselves if this holiday is ruined. And I mean, honestly, I would just like to relax for now.”

Alisa was opening her mouth to agree when her heel caught on something and she fell forward. Oren caught her in her arms and she put a hand to her chest.

“God, that scared me.” Alisa looked down at the tiny box she had tripped over, which Zara was currently picking up.

Alisa’s eyes narrowed. “Give me that,” She snatched it from her hands.

When she saw the shape of the box and the names written on the top, Alisa was hit with a headache which can only be described as the headache of an impending PR nightmare.

“Jameson Winchester Hawthorne!” She screamed, loud enough that everyone near Hawthorne house would surely hear.

“Did you hear that?” Avery looked up from the ground.

Lyra and Gigi looked up too. 

“Um,” Lyra looked at Gigi nervously. “Should we go check on them?”

“First you guys need to tell me what you’re whispering about,” Avery crossed her arms and stood in front of the pair.

“I want to, so bad! But I-“ Gigi burst out, and Lyra slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Listen, Avery, I’m sorry. But..you’ll know soon enough anyways.”

Avery side eyed her. She’d heard that one before.

“I’m telling the truth!” Lyra defended herself.

Avery was stopped from responding by the sight of all four Hawthorne brothers coming into view, walking hurriedly. They were heading towards the sound of the yelling.

“Come on, guys.” Gigi grabbed the two girls arms and led them in the direction the brothers were heading; towards Alisa, Oren and Zara.

Alisa still stood with the box grasped tightly in her fist, looking at the approaching Jameson with a blank look on her face.

“Seriously?” She muttered. 

Jameson looked at the small present box in her hand, internally sighing in relief that it wasn’t lost forever. “Uh..yeah.”

“She’s 19! You’re 20! Do you know what they’ll be saying in that tabloids? And god knows I’ll be the only one working to fix that!” She scolded him.

Jameson bit his lip, looking behind him for backup. His brothers all seemed preoccupied with the nature around them at the moment rather than the conversation happening in front of them.

“What’s going on?” Avery approached them, the two other girls in her group not far behind. “What’s that?”

It seemed like everyone knew something she didn’t, with the way they all looked at each other. They all knew what the hell was going on, and she had no clue.

“You guys are driving me crazy! Ugh!” She threw her hand hands in the air dramatically, beginning to walk back towards the house.

The scene was quite absurd, with everyone standing silently, watching her retreat. Alisa still held that damned box, and Jameson’s mouth was open as if to explain himself, but he stayed quiet.

“Ow! Fuck!” They heard faintly in the distance, following a barely audible banging noise. “Fucking box!”

“I found the rest of the presents!” Her voice was louder this time, and then immediately followed by the door slamming as she walked back into the house.

Their mouths stayed glued shut for a few moments before Xander decided to clear the air. 

“Ahem,” Xander started trudging through the snow. “You heard her! Get to those presents!”

It turned out, the rest of the presents had blown into a snow bank near a door of Hawthorne House, a big pile just sitting there like Santa’s sleigh had gotten into an accident.

They transported them inside in a conveyor belt system, passing them along. It was quite efficient, and soon the presents were loaded up in the foyer.

“Maybe don’t blow this room up, Xander?” Max joked.

“Don’t sweat it! I’ve learned my lesson.”

Almost everyone in the room rolled their eyes.

“Where’s Jameson?” 

“He took the box.” Alisa said, and they all made eye contact.

“Does that mean…” Libby said excitedly. 

Alisa sighed. “Honestly, I hope not.”

It did in fact mean that. Jameson found Avery in a room not too far from the foyer, sitting by herself. She looked mad.

“Avery,” He said, his voice soft.

“Jameson,” She didn’t sound as happy to see him.

“Listen, Avery, I’m really sorry. But I promise I never wanted to lie to you.”

“So you’re gonna tell me what you’ve been hiding from me?”

He nodded lightly and pulled the box out from his pocket.

She looked at it with wide eyes, suddenly thinking of a possibility she hadn’t thought of before. “I-“

“I was going to do this on Christmas.” Jameson slowly said. “But I think it’s only right to do it now.” He handed her the box.

Avery ripped off the wrapping at lightning speed and upon seeing the black box underneath it her hands started to shake. “Jameson…” Was all she managed to say.

Torturously slow but as fast as she could manage, Avery opened the box, and her eyes were immediately hit by a sparkling glow. “Oh, it’s beautiful.” Probably wasn’t what she was supposed to say in that moment; but she said it anyway.

When Avery looked up, Jameson was on one knee. She gasped.

“I’ll keep this short,” He cleared his throat. “Avery, Saint Avery. I will love you for the rest of my life, and past that, and nothing will change that. I want nothing more than to be with you forever. Will you help make that wish come true? I understand if you’re not ready, and I’m prepared to wait, but…Avery Kylie Grambs, will you marry me?”

Avery could do nothing but stand in shock for a few minutes, and Jameson started to feel slightly terrified. What if she says no?

A smile started to spread across her features. “Yes!” She exclaimed. “Yes, I will!”

They kissed, and it was perfect. The perfect embodiment of the Christmas spirit, minus baby Jesus. 

This romantic, amazing, never to be re created moment was interrupted by a flood of people bursting through the doors.

Squeals of “You’re engaged!” echoed through the room and Avery and Jameson broke apart. Jameson slid the ring onto Avery’s left ring finger before they turned to face the rest of the group.

“Yeah,” Avery giggled. “We are.”

Alisa came forward. “This really is not going to hit that press well. You couldn’t have waited, like, two years? Do I really have to deal with teen pregnancy rumours?”

She paused and looked between them, seeming to be considering something.

“But, I’m happy for you two.” She smiled.

“Thank you, Alisa,” Avery hugged her, and that started a chain of Avery hugging everyone.

“My best friend is getting married! My best friend is getting married!” Max sang.

After everyone finally dispersed, Avery returned to the room of the explosion alone. There, she found Nan, still sitting alone.

“Sit, girl,” She said, mentioning to the space beside her, and Avery obeyed.

“So you’re going to be a Hawthorne?”

Avery nodded silently.

“Marriage is dangerous. Make sure he’s good to you. Tell me if he’s not.” Nan informed her bluntly.

“I-I will.” Avery smiled at her.

A few moments of silence passed, and Avery assumed that was her cue to leave. As she was walking out the door, she heard Nan say one last thing.

“Don’t tell them I said this, but I’m happy to have you apart of this wretched family, girl.”

Avery grinned at her new great-grandmother in law.

———

Christmas morning, thankfully, didn’t involve any explosions, unless the mass amount of hastily ripped wrapping paper landing on the floor counted. Some of the presents had snow or dirt on them from their trip outside, but no one seemed to care.

Christmas morning was filled with joy, and a newly engaged Avery and Jameson felt a lot of it. Everyone did.

Presents were opened, hugs (and kisses) were shared, and it became another magical Christmas at Hawthorne house.

As everyone settled down and the house was quiet in the comfortable Christmas afternoon way, a very familiar boom sounded through the house, followed by an ear piercing screech: “XANDER!”

[f4iry-bell]

Hiiiii love hru?

Sooo I was wondering if you could write a blurb of (reader X Grayson Hawthorne) where their kid asks how babies are made or smth similar totally up to you

Hope you have a great rest of day/evening xx

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

pairing: dad!grayson hawthorne x mom!reader

summary: the ask :)

warning: none.

tagging: @unnoodles @nqds @alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1989fredd @imaseabear @never-enough-novels @elysianwayy77 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07 @cassie6392

a/n: 😞guys but genuinely how are babies made?

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“How are babies made?” Grayson and his wife's kid just walked into their room and demanded the answer, she picked that tone from her father.

His wife just looked at Grayson for help but he was awfully quiet.

“Um, you see. So first of all, it's like a…um” she was looking for something to tell their 6 year old “a race!”

“Running race? Or swimming? Or something else? I like to swim.” She said. Another skill which she picked up from Grayson.

“Sort of like swimming?” His wife struggled. Grayson on the other hand just kept smiling at this amusing interaction. “Your father will explain the rest!”

“Actually, I don't know how babies are made.” Grayson shrugged.

“But you're an adult.” His daughter pointed.

“None told me how they are made. Why don't you continue, sweetheart?” He asked his wife who rolled her eyes.

“So, the race. It takes place in the pool of heaven. If you win, you'll be taken by a crane and it'll deliver you to parents of your choice.”

“Interesting theory. But where exactly do these babies come from? I mean they have to come out of somewhere to take part in the race, right?” 

“A huge womb.” 

“Whaaaat?”

“Yeah, there's a huge womb. Like a pot almost. And when you're ready they'll send you to the race.”

“But who are ‘they?’” Grayson asked as if he's the child.

“Angels.”

“They're not real, mummy.” 

“Fine! You know how they are made? When two people love each other, they kiss, and then magically a baby will be inside the woman!!”

[shoulderscars]

I hate to be that person, but why are there no Nash Hawthorne x reader fics? CAUSE IVE READ THEM ALL. WHERE ARE AUTHORS HIDING THEM

[7975348473]

Who Needs a Father When You Have Brothers?

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CH- 2

Jameson met each of his brothers gazes before sighing in defeat. He whipped out his phone, found the message and slid the phone across the table; towards them. Had this been another normal day, Jameson would have been slightly angered by the silent defeat. But today was, unfortunately, not a normal day. This happened to be Jameson's birthday, which was going terribly, he got a stupid ass message from his biological father and his heiress was out of town. A unique day indeed.

Nash grabbed the phone and showed it to each of his brothers.

A, much appreciated, silence followed.

"Jamie. Are you-" Nash started

"Yes. I am absolutely fine. I am ravishing actually, because, incase you haven't realized, its my birthday big brother, I am great." Jameson grimaced the moment he finished. He had screwed up.

Too many adjectives, too many synonyms for 'Good', god I am on edge today-

Jameson felt Grayson's peculiar glare on him, which can be quite exposing if you let it.

"Can you try to spew anything but lies today?" Said Grayson.

"That's right, I heard somewhere that lying on your birthday leads to bad headaches. " Came Xander's reply. His nonsense was much appreciated today.

"Speak, Jamie." A demand from the oldest Hawthorne.

Welp, its either give in or get a spanking. Might as well try to divert.

"Look, I know I have a way with words, but I am as bad at expressing myself as Xander is, going without scones for a day."

"People shouldn't have to go without scones for a day brother and you know it."

"Debatable, Xander."

"Mind elaborating?"

"Well, for starters, scones are relatively unhealthy. So eating them daily cannot be good for you. Sorry to break it to you."

Xander gave a dramatic gasp before stating, "Well brother. If we were to go-"

Grayson gave Xander a tiny nudge with his elbow and shot him a glare while Nash just sighed.

"OW! What did I do?- OH!! I SEE WHAT U DID THERE- Smart move Winchester."

Welp, it was worth a shot. Thought Jameson.

"Would you try to make this easier for all of us?" Came Grayson's retort, leaving behind none of his usual sharpness.

"Whatever do you mean, Gray?" Smiled Jameson. He met Grayson's eyes. A Question. A Challenge.

Lets see if I break today Gray, try me.

Grayson let his glare rest on Jameson's face for a long while. "You know exactly what I mean, dimwit."

"Well, its no secret that I am good at reading you, Gray. But it seems I am too tired to read between the lines today." Replied Jameson.

Grayson rolled his eyes, "Well let me save you the trouble, Jamie. Just what the fuck is going through that dumbass brain of yours?"

"Oh ho- you kiss Lyra with that mouth?" 

"Would you stop diverting the fucking conversation?"

"I was asking a genuine question."

"How the hell did you manage to bring up Lyra in this conversation?"

"She's my soon-to-be-sister-in-law, of course I can bring her up in any conversation that has something to do with you."

"He has a point." Intervened Xander.

"Shut up, Xander, no one asked."

"Rude."

"Yeah, why are you being so rude to the youngest? Cut him some slack." Said Jameson, bringing a hand to Xander's thigh.

"Yeah! I can always go tell Gran. I am her favourite." Said Xander.

"Whose side are you on Xander?" Said Grayson, his voice as sharp as a knife.

"I was on yours until you asked me, Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne, to shut up. Me, Gray. Really?" Replied Xander, lacking no dramatic flair.

Jameson snorted before nodding in agreement.

"Xander, have you seriously forgotten why we're here in the first place?" Asked Grayson, obviously exasperated.

"Oh, don't try to fish him back to your side now. I am his favorite brother." Said Jameson, looking to Xander for confirmation.

"Uh- well- that's not necessarily true in all cases." said Xander, awkwardly flashing Jameson a smile.

"Okay. Ouch. Direct hit little brother. I have taught you well." Said Jameson. At this Grayson snorted.

"Actually, your heiress taught me that." Replied Xander, confidently.

"See, you're useless Jameson." Said Grayson.

"And he successfully diverted you too, Gray. Commendable effort Jamie, I must say, you almost got us all there." Said Nash, finally joining in on his brothers' chaos.

Grayson sent Jameson another glare upon realizing his defeat.

Victory. Sweet as hell. 

Nash stared Jameson up and down, calculating his next move before he continued, "You're not going to give in that easily are you, little brother? "

Jameson shot Nash a crooked smile in reply.

"Then lets do this the Hawthorne way. We'll play a game. If you win, Jamie, we will allow you to continue sulking in your corner. No cars. No adrenaline-boosting activities. But we won't push for answers." Said Nash, his voice full of authority, a voice no one could say no to.

"But if one of us wins, you will have to give us all the answers we want." Finished Nash.

Both Grayson and Xander nodded in agreement.

"Well, the chances do seem to be a bit unfairly tipped towards your side, don't they brother?" Asked Jameson, innocently.

"Are you saying you might lose? "Asked Grayson, a single eyebrow raised.

Jameson turned his head to face Grayson and shot him a wicked grin. "Never."

"Right. In order to make it up to you, Jamie, you choose the game." Said Nash, fixing his collar.

Jameson thought for a good moment. He glanced at each of his brothers one by one and he noticed one thing.

Each of his brothers were unusually under-dressed today. Even Grayson.

 Each of his brothers were now staring at him, anticipation clear on their face. Jameson smirked and met their gazes. His brothers immediately understood.

"Strip-Bowling."

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Gigi: Can I get a mimosa? Or a coffee?

Y/N: what did Grayson say?

Gigi: He said no :(

Y/N: Then why are you asking me?

Gigi: He's not the boss of you

Y/N, internally: this is a trap, this is a trap

BONUS:

Y/N: let's be honest, he's definitely the boss of me

Gigi: Yep

Teeny weenie extra bonus:

Gigi: But you'll get me mimosas and coffee anyway, right?

Y/N: set me up and yes. Yes, i will

[loverangels]

internally battling myself tryna decide whether I should start writing for the Hawthorne brothers RAHHHH

[adddddiiii]

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Author's Note: Merry Christmas sweethearts ♡ might not post tmrw

Contents: Xander Hawthorne x gn!reader

Warnings: self-harm, relapse, angst, not proofread

You sat on the closed toilet seat, blade in your hand. You promised him — you promised yourself — that you wouldn't do it again.

Now you sat there and watched your blood drip down onto the tile.

Drip.

Drip.

Knock-knock.

You tensed at the knock on the bathroom door.

"Sweetie, you in there?"

You said nothing and hoped he'd go away.

"Babe, I can hear you breathing. What are you doing in there for so long anyway?"

You sighed. "Xan, it's nothing. I'll be out in a few minutes," you replied in what you hoped was a steady voice.

"Right. 'Nothing'. That's why you sound like you saw a ghost?"

"Xander-" Too late. He'd opened the door.

You tried to hide the blade with your elbow in a hopeless attempt to disguise the situation. Xander stared at the scene with his mouth open.

"Baby." You almost flinched at how tender his tone was; it only showed how worried he was.

"Xander, I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop myself."

He wordlessly went to the bathroom cabinet and took out a first-aid kit. He kneeled down in front of you and started cleaning your cuts with antiseptic.

You looked at him desperately, searching for something in his eyes. Fear? Disappointment? Disgust?

"Sweetheart?" He finally looks at you. "What... what happened?"

You sighed. Atleast he was talking to you. "I was just having a really bad day- and, I got carried away. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby. Don't apologize." He murmured about how it was okay, how much he loved you, while bandaging your arms.

And in that moment, you felt truly loved which only made you feel more stupid about what you had done to yourself. But you couldn't say that to him. He would tell you how that was nonsense, with reasoning that would feel so sensible. That's what Xander did. He made everything make sense.

So that night when you laid cuddled up with Xander on your bed, you tried to make sense of it all. You told yourself you deserved this, deserved him. Because you knew that was what he thought. And that was enough for you.

[wildesqdreams]

you and i

pairing - grayson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - grayson hawthorne has a hard time living for just himself. but the love that he shares with y/n will always make him feel at ease.

warnings - this is set before the first book, so none, only kissing and romance.

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a/n: this has been stuck in my drafts for a long time, and i finally finished it :) now, i will be getting to your requests.

the bed slightly dipped, as the boy climbed in besides her. he was trying to be very quiet since it was already night, and everything was peaceful.

but he failed, when he felt y/n stir and turn around, facing him, "where were you?" her voice was a little raspy, and grayson couldn't help but smile at her tired state.

the girl had stayed up, waiting for her boyfriend, but soon sleep took over her and she went to bed. her arm wrapped around his waist as she snuggled closer to him, missing his warmth.

"just had to do some papers," his hand went to her waist, pulling her closer to his chest.

"you should take a break."

"hm."

"you know i'm right."

silence.

grayson hawthorne played an important role in his family. he wasn't the eldest nor the youngest, but almost everything stood on his shoulders. he was raised differently than his brothers. one day, he was going to inherit the heir, so it was important for grayson to do everything right. not make a single mistake.

but how can a person be happy if he can't let himself slip? if he can't let himself breathe and let go.

that's why y/n didn't let him get lost in the hawthorne life. even though grayson has a strong character, the girl isn't afraid to speak her mind. that's what pulled the boy towards her. the wise heart. the honesty. and of course the love that she gave to others.

"just because others have made unrealistic expectations about you doesn't mean you should follow them. you are your own person, grayson. sometimes it's okay to take a break, even if some may get mad."

and just like that, grayson fell in love with her even more.

"you know," his hand went to her cheek, "sometimes i wonder how lucky i got with you," he stroked her skin, his touch making goosebumps appear on her arms.

"i think you should stop with that cheesy crap," the girl smiled and rolled on her back.

not even a second later his hand went to her hip and she felt light kisses be planted on her neck, "i can't help it if i have a beautiful girl with me," his lips moved along her jaw, stopping upbove hers, "but you are so much more then beautiful to me, y/n."

"i'm serious about what i said grayson," she looked into his eyes, her hand went to the back of his neck, "i love you and i don't want you to over stress yourself. i just want to help."

"believe me, you're helping me a lot, love," with that, his lips connected with hers, into a passionate kiss. and in this moment, grayson hawthorne was reminded again that no amount of money was as important as the girl beneath him.

with the love that they felt for each other, the couple would get through anything. just as long as they were together.

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half asleep - grayson hawthorne x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cherrys-writings]

Grayson hawthorne x reader where reader is badly hurt and is in hopsital or something !!

Thank you for being so patient!

ICU

Brief description of panic attack

Grayson

Grayson was sitting in his office at the Hawthorne Foundation when he got the call. The news wasn’t coming from you, but your friend, she was sitting in the ER with you.

“What do you mean you took her to the ER, Marcie?” Grayson couldn’t wrap his head around it. You assured him it was just a headache, you would be fine, he should go to work. 

Marcie’s harsh tone pulled him from his thoughts, “She texted me saying she really didn’t feel well. Her head hurt and she was throwing up, dizzy and she said it didn’t feel right. When I got there she was burning up. What else do you want me to say?” 

There were voices in the background, Grayson heard the muffled sounds of the medical staff, “What hospital?”

“It was hard enough getting them to let me back, I had to explain how far away her parents were, I doubt they’ll let you.”

“What. Hospital.” Grayson was starting to lose it. His heart was already racing, shaky hand practically crushing the phone when Marcie finally answered. He took a deep breath and stood, forcing himself to walk out of the building. 

He’s not there. You’re not okay and he’s not there. Tears blur Grayson’s vision, what if you’re dying. He’s not there. Terror churns in Grayson’s stomach, his steps quicken away from the exit and towards the restroom. Grayson pulls harshly at his tie then the top buttons of his shirt, the building’s too hot. Grayson’s breaths come in gasps as he splashes cold water on his face, sweat dripping from his temples. If the building weren’t so goddamn hot, he might be able to get a full breath of air. 

Why is he taking a detour when he needs to be with you?  

Your POV

You whined when the lights were turned on again, the beams like needles through your skull, and squeezed your eyes shut. You barely heard the nurse explain that the strep and flu tests were negative and they were waiting for the bloodwork to come back. He dimmed the lights before leaving and Marcie thanked him. 

“I called Grayson. He’ll probably be here soon,” Marcie slowly ran her fingers through your hair. 

“Grayson?” you hadn’t seen Marcie leave. When did she have time to call him? You’re pretty sure she never left your side.

You clutched your stomach against another rush of nausea, gritting your teeth through the accompanying cramps. Marcie kept petting your hair, when you heard a familiar, modulated voice just beyond the door, “Will this be an issue?”

Through the brain fog, you can almost picture the expectant look on Grayson’s face when he said that, mouth in a hard line, gaze slightly narrowed. Based on the delay between his question and the poor victim’s response, he did the eyebrow thing. Light-headedness washed over you again when you turned too quickly toward the opening door. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing your sight to focus. Grayson was sitting in the chair beside your bed when you opened your eyes again, blue surgical mask covering half his face. You leaned into his touch when he brought his hand to your forehead.

Grayson’s red rimmed eyes widened, “what was her temperature when she arrived?” 

You hadn’t noticed your nurse was back, giving you anti-nausea medication through your i.v. “It was 104℉, but we’ve gotten it to come down to 102℉,” he said, “our doc wants to do a lumbar puncture. That will give us a better picture of what’s going on and then we can get you feelin’ better.”

Thankfully, the nurses set up the equipment for the lumbar puncture quickly, the ER not yet flooded with patients. It was hard to concentrate on what the doctor was saying, but you got the gist. Lay on your side, be still, they’ll give you a little bit of medicine to help with your pain and make staying still a little easier. Only when they started to explain that Marcie and Grayson needed to leave did you protest.

The previously steady heart monitor began to beep, giving away your anxiety. “Wait, no,” you sat straight up, room spinning again. 

To no one’s surprise, Grayson hadn’t moved from his chair when he was instructed. Marcie was halfway out, eyes flitting between you, the medical staff, and Grayson. It was Gray who spoke first, cool voice taking control of the situation.

“She’s obviously terrified. I’m not going to leave my girlfriend alone for this test when she’s already a bit confused from this illness. We all know things go smoothly when the patient is calm.” 

Grayson had moved a chair to sit right by your face, stroking your cheek. He let you take his other hand in yours, eyes never leaving you. There was no warning for the floating sensation as the nurse injected medication into your i.v. and immediately the pain in your head eased. Cold spread across your lower back and the doctor asked you to take a deep breath before inserting the needle. You let out a whimper and squeezed Grayson’s hand against the pressure.

“Stay still darling,” Grayson hushed, lightly running a hand down your arm, “you’re doing great. They’re almost done.” 

You watched the nurse in front of you hand the doctor gauze and a bandage. With Grayson by your side you didn’t try too hard to concentrate on what was said following the procedure. Laying flat on your back for the next hour waiting for results, you tried getting some rest, knowing Grayson would take care of you. 

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You woke to Grayson gently shaking your shoulder and the doctor standing in front of you. 

“The results of the lumbar puncture came back, you have bacterial meningitis. We’re going to start you on some i.v. antibiotics down here and you’ll be taken up to the ICU shortly. They’ll monitor you the next few days and, depending on your condition, move you to med/surg where you’ll finish treatment.” 

Despite the change of scenery, it was still freezing. Grayson perched on one side of your bed, fussing with another blanket and tucking it around your shoulders. From this angle you could see the lines of worry on his face, tension in his jaw, and the tears once again trickling down his cheeks. You reached out, wiping his face with your hand, “I’m okay, Grayson”

He kissed your palm, “You’re in the ICU, sweetie. Doesn’t exactly qualify as okay.” 

“Look at me Gray,” you lifted his chin, “I’ll be okay.”

Grayson sighed, “you could have–”

“But I didn’t. I’m not going anywhere, my love.”

Before he can respond, there’s a gentle knock followed by a nurse entering. She introduces herself and takes your vitals, explaining your treatment plan and the general rules of the ICU; only one visitor at a time. It was hard keeping your eyes open and paying attention to her words. She looks at Grayson, “If you’re around each other often the doctor will want to have you on antibiotics as well, just to be safe. Is there anyone else who’s around frequently?”

“Marcie.”

“The friend who brought her,” Grayson clarified, “ I can give you her contact information.”

The nurse nods, “Please tell anyone that might want to visit that they need to be wearing a mask. Until she’s out of the ICU at the very least.”

When the nurse left you finally let your eyes shut, drifting to sleep as Grayson’s fingertips glided along your hand. 

You were awoken a few hours later to someone taking your vitals, quietly letting them take your temperature. Gray’s hand still on yours tightened when the thermometer beeped. You watched him straighten in the chair, clearly having dozed off earlier. His voice gravely when he asked, “how you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a bus.”

Your nurse removed the blood pressure cuff, “it’s a good thing you came here when you did. With a fever that high it’s a wonder you were even conscious. Get some rest, if you need anything just press the call button.”

You thanked her and looked back to Grayson, “you can go home. Get some sleep in a real bed. I’ll be okay here.”

Grayson stared into your eyes, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

The first few days passed like that, Grayson by your side as you slept. Sometimes you woke up and he would be reading, other times he would be asleep too. His hair falling in his face, light stubble on his face, and the worried crease in his brow gone even for a small amount of time. By the fifth day when you were no longer contagious, you were moved to a regular room; private at Grayson’s insistence. Several bouquets of your favorite flowers sat on the tables around the room. 

Now that you were allowed more than one visitor at a time there was almost a revolving door of Hawthornes. Nash making sure Grayson wasn’t being overbearing, Libby bringing cupcakes for you and medical staff on the floor. Day seven had you going stir crazy. You were still on iv antibiotics to make sure the infection was completely out of your system, but you were feeling considerably better. Xander visited for the first time that day, bringing with him a book of magnet block challenges. He even offered to make Rube Goldberg machines for the light switch and curtains. 

Grayson drove you to Hawthorne House the day you were discharged. “Gray, you don’t have to babysit me. I’m fine now,” you insisted.

“Sweetie, you had a serious illness that might have neurological side effects. I want to make sure you’re still recovering well.”

You hadn’t told him about the lingering brain fog, but somehow he picked up on it.  Grayson had no idea how his actions warmed your heart. Of course, he had a bedroom ready for you, but you opted to stay in his room. Grayson crawled into bed next to you, finally able to hold you close after this scare. “I love you, Gray.”

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Thank you for being so patient! Other requests I promise I haven't forgotten about you and will be posting them soon.

[byhawthorne]

Nightmares.

– Grayson Hawthorne x fem!xreader : she always seeks comfort in Grayson when she has nightmares.

an : hi!! finally i stopped fighting the fact that i want to write Gray one shots, so here i am. i wanted to write something cute and comforting, i'm not the best writer but i promise to improve and i will write other things where i include the other characters. important: i still don't know if i should use (Y/N) so sometimes i won't mention any name but in other one shots I'll add (Y/N) enjoy! 🫶🏻

She opened the door somewhat hesitantly. Everything was dark and it was clear that he was sleeping, maybe she should turn around and... No, Grayson wasn't going to bite her. Besides, it wasn't the first time she'd been there.

She closed the door behind her and walked over to Grayson's bed. The Hawthornes had offered her a room for a few days and by the Hawthornes she meant Grayson had insisted. It wasn't that bad, Xander had actually talked to her a lot and shown her his experiments. It helped distract her and it was actually much better to be there than in her own house.

"Gray..." she murmured but he didn't move. She was nervous, why was she more nervous than other days?

Well, Grayson wasn't her boyfriend. She wasn't entirely sure if they were a thing but she knew they weren't just friends either, she was too scared to ask. By the way, Xander had said it was stupid and that everything would be fixed by asking, he almost opened his mouth for a second.

The last few nights she had been having nightmares, too many nightmares and so horrible that it was difficult for her to get back to sleep. He had helped, he let her get into his bed and hugged her. She was pretty sure she'd never seen Grayson hug people all the time, but she wasn't just anyone. She had a different side to him.

"Gray..." She muttered one last time and decided that if she didn't get an answer she was just going to leave and get something to drink in the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" He opened his eyes and for a second he was scared to notice that it was still nighttime. But then he saw her there, next to his bed and immediately knew what was happening. "Another nightmare?"

She nodded embarrassedly. She liked seeing him like that, sleepy and with his hair disheveled. It was almost unusual to see him without his suit, she never said it out loud but seeing him like that was her favorite thing.

"I'm sorry..." She sighed and regretted being there in the middle of the night, but she felt calmer when she saw Grayson shake his head and make room for her on the bed.

She slid into bed next to him and immediately her arms went around him. She sighed clinging to him, she could feel how warm he was.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she heard him murmur. He always asked her if she wanted to talk about it and she always said no... For Grayson it was just a nightmare, for her were memories. Saying it was just a nightmare sounded much better, at least until she was ready.

"No... just hold me." She sighed. She didn't want to lie to him but there were things she wasn't ready to say yet, especially since they were only fragments of her memories.

Minutes passed and she began to hear Grayson's heavy breathing again. "Gray?" She lifted her face only to notice that he had already fallen asleep again. She smiled, she loved seeing him so peaceful every time he slept, she could spend hours watching him just sleeping.

She pressed her lips against his cheek and snuggled back into his side feeling calmer. He always made her feel calm.