#xander hawthorne fluff

[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."

[inmyheaddd]

𝑿𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑾𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

𐙚 fluff | ꩜ angst | ☆ suggestive

𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺

ᯓ xander hawthorne friends to lovers 𐙚

ᯓ dating xander hawthorne headcanons 𐙚

ᯓ xander with an infj girlfriend 𐙚

ᯓ can i call you tonight? 𐙚

𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑺

none yet!

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[f4iry-bell]

WHERE'S THE TROPHY

pairing: grayson hawthorne x f!reader

summary: where's the trophy he's just coming running to me :p

warning: none :3 maybe a bit ooc gray? (let's assume he got a lot of therapy)

a/n: idk much about sports or olympics so if this the scene here is impossible to happen IDC! it happens in this universe!!!! :p also inspired by the olympics if it wasn't obvious 😔

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

word count: 160 (ik too short)

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She wasn't shocked when Grayson broke the world record but it did shock her when he took off his swimming cap and goggles and ran straight to her all wet to get his victory hug from her. What also surprised her was that this is Grayson Hawthorne, her boyfriend who showers her with affections but keeps it down in public, running to her in front of a huge crowd and a million people watching.

She immediately hugged him back and let his wet body lift her up and spin her a little, when he finally put her down she stood on her tiptoe to kiss his forehead and then spoke “Congratulations, Gray. I'm so proud of you but you go get your medal now!”

“You're more precious.” He smiled and kissed her.

“I love you but go!”

“I love you too.” He kissed her lips one last time before going to get his gold medal he just won with ease. She couldn't help but feel so proud of him and feel so grateful to have him.

[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

[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. 

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

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.

[ravisinghs-wife]

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The Inheritance Games

Jameson Hawthorne

Jameson Hawthorne Dating Headcanons

Grayson Hawthorne

Grayson Hawthorne Dating Headcanons

I write for jameson, grayson, xander, nash, avery and libby

A Good Girls Guide to Murder

Ravi Singh

Ravi Singh Dating headcanons

I write for ravi, pip and cara

Shatter me

Aaron warner

Meeting/Dating Aaron Warner Headcanons

I write for Aaron and kenji

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Percy dating tall!fem!reader headcanons

the seven plus nico and Reyna and their red flags

Annabeth chase

the seven plus nico and Reyna and their red flags

Jason Grace

the seven plus nico and Reyna and their red flags

Piper mclean

the seven plus nico and Reyna and their red flags

Leo valdez

the seven plus nico and Reyna and their red flags

Reyna

he seven plus nico and Reyna and their red flags

I write for percy, annabeth, Leo, piper, Jason, reyna and thalia

Fandoms I write for besides the ones listet above: mcu, grishaverse and the marauders (Harry Potter)

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I'm not sure what to post first please help me out😫

[catapparently]

Who’s ready for AVERYJAMESON AU series? First chapter coming very very soon. My first series, and a super long one too!!!

Little teaser: it will be called “reputation”. The chapter titles may or may not each be a track off of reputation.

Hehehehehhehehehehehehhe (help me i have so many pages of notes for it i can’t anymore and they’re all handwritten too)

Due credits to my pookie @x-liv25 who said that I owed her averyjameson content

[eternal--dream]

i'm squealing like a madman rn. more like a mad fangirl but *shrug*. i don't get why anyone would make this sound buut: SQQUEEEE!! did i skip the rest of the book to immediately read the 'five times xander tackled someone and one he didn't' part? yes, i did. was it worth it. yes, it was. MY LIFE IS COMPLETE RIGHT NOW. THESE TWO ARE ADORABLE <3 <3 <3

[mochamvgz]

what they would save ur contact as

; i don't think this needs a synopsis? it's all in the title

; ot7 enhypen x reader

; genre: hcs, non idol au, established relationship, fluff

; warnings: slight profanity, miraculous, some members being total simps, being called short by niki

; 0.5k words

; perm taglist: @inkelea @yuerki

heeseung || ramyeon partner🍜💛

the two of you LOVE ramyeon so it's only fitting. your first date, all the way back when you guys were in uni, was having ramyeon at a local convenience store for crying out loud!

and OF COURSE you immediately fished out your phone from your pocket to change his contact to the same

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jay || my pretty girl💐 (in a completely not possesive and absolutely unpatriarchal way!)

if you saw xander hawthorne you're a real one pls marry me

we already know this guy is THE ultimate green flag so this came as a surprise to no one

you and jay are also massive feminists and no sticklers for insecure masculinity hence the parenthesis

when you find out what you're saved as on his phone you can't help but fall in love with your boyfriend all over again

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jake || bugaboo🐞❤️🖤

if you think miraculous is a kids show GET OUTTA HERE

"there's no way you saved me as that"

"why? is there a problem bugaboo?"

without a word you unlock your phone, open ur contacts, scroll down to find his and hold it up in front of him

jake raises his brow at you and directs his attention to your screen, his mouth immediately forming an 'o'

" ‘chat noir’ ? oh my god you're kidding!"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sunghoon || (name)

the guy first saved your number when you were paired up for a project which was 2 whole years ago mind you and for some reason it just never? occurred? to him? to change it??

of course you're mad when you find out

"seriously hoon?"

"i'm sor-"

"give me your phone"

he complies. you unlock and open his contacts going to ‘favourites’, clicking on your contact which is at the top of the list duh

you change your contact name from ‘(name)’ to ‘the love of my life💘’ and hand his phone back. he raises his brows when he sees what you did but doesn't say anything because it's true

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sunoo || QWEEN🙌👑

"YES!!! GO QUEEN!!!"

you guys were hanging out at his place one day, all snuggled up watching a movie and the female lead just did something super badass making you jump up

sunoo doesn't waste a moment grabbing the opportunity

"but you're my queen"

you're surprised at the abruptness of the compliment but try to appear more ‘seriously dude?’ rather than a blushing mess

"what? it's true i even have your contact saved as that"

he brandishes his phone to show you

there's no stopping the blush now

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jungwon || yang jungwon's girlfriend 😤💖💓

when you ask him why he's referring to himself in third person he'd say

"in case my phone ever gets stolen or something, the thief would still know you're mine"

you can't take it anymore and burst out laughing

"what?" he'd ask with his brows furrowed

"you're ridiculous"

"but you still love me" he's right about that

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

niki || shortie🙄

to be fair your height is above average but your boyfriend is a fucking giant and even then you're only like 2 cm shorter

he still can't leave it alone tho and teases you about it to no end

"are you for real?"

"what? it's true ya know"

"for fuck's sake it's only 2 cm"

and just like that the two of you are at it again

; a/n: surprise surprise! my first hc yayyy! i hope this turned out okay bc i had no idea what i was doing lmao💀 ily if you got the reference in the jake one no i don't just mean miraculous

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[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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walkin’ out the door with your bags - grayson hawthorne x reader - part one

⤷ “can you see me? im waiting for the right time. i can’t read you, but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine.”

summary: you and grayson hawthorne’s friendship is one that stretches over a long time. its a friendship that you cherish with your heart, and it’s also one that can be far too confusing for your own sake sometimes. warnings: glasses!grayson, reader & grayson are so oblivious it hurts a/n: new possible grayson childhood bsfs-to-lovers series??! wc: 1.5k masterlist || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5

you lay on your stomach, propped up on your elbows with your face in your hands.

next to you was grayson, sitting up against the headboard, typing up something as he listened to you rant about your day. 

“he’s genuinely the worst teacher i’ve ever had, you know what he told me on the last non uniform day we had?” your legs were bent at the knee, swinging back and forth in the air as you ranted, your eyes on grayson, as his eyes were on his laptop. 

“he asked me if i got into a bike accident on the way to school, because i wore ripped jeans.”

grayson hummed, his eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to his laptop. “ignore him, he’s trying too hard to be funny,” he commented with his voice taking on a hint of disgust,, “and miserably failing.” he added, as he adjusted his glasses on his nose bridge. “you have better things to focus on than strange men with their strange humor.” 

you let out a chuckle through your nose, “yeah, i guess. very strange men indeed.” 

you didn’t really wait for a response, as you continued to talk about your day and little things that happened. “oh!” you piped up,“and guess what?” 

that’s how it always was with you and grayson, you talked — a lot, and he listened. 

—

you walked over to the corner where a little blonde boy sat, sorting a puzzle by himself while all the other kids sat in the middle, a big bundle of chaos, toys, giggles, and shouts. 

“um, excuse me? i have a question.” you stood, your hands clasped behind your back as you swayed gently side to side. 

the boy— who you later learned to be grayson hawthorne, didn’t answer, only looking up at you in curiosity as a puzzle piece fell out of his hand. 

you took that as an invitation, clearing your throat before you spoke, “why don’t you play with everyone else over there?” you asked, pointing to where all the other kids sat. it was halfway through the year, and he never once sat with the other kids, even when teachers asked him to. 

you always found yourself absentmindedly looking at him as you played with friends, wondering why.

he was silent for a moment, and you debated going back. “i don’t really like kids.” he said quietly, his eyes back on the puzzle as he looked for the next piece. 

you giggled like he had said the most outrageous statement ever, “but you’re a kid, silly.” you said, taking a step closer and sitting down next to him unpromptedly.

“well, i don’t like those kids.” he said, eyes meeting yours and then he looked you up and down, surprised at the fact that you were sitting so close to him. 

“why are you sitting next to me?” he asked, his eyes wide with surprise and question as he looked at you. 

“um…” you trailed off, “because we’re friends now, duh.” you flashed him a big smile, shrugging your shoulders. 

—

he also made you laugh, and was there for you, and gave you advice, and helped you when you needed it, and he —well, he was just a really perfect friend in general. he always has been, since you were in the second grade. 

“i’m getting glasses,” you said in a singsong voice, “isn’t that crazy?”

“you’re getting glasses?” he arched a brow up at you, with an almost-barely-there smile.

“yeah,” you said through a chuckle, “i think it’s the universes way of getting me back for making fun of you, way back when you first got them.” 

grayson let out a breathy laugh and looked down at you, his gaze unwavering. “i distinctly remember you telling me how thankful you were to have 20/20 vision.”

“yeah, well…” you stifled a laugh, “you know what?” you voice perked up, a hint of humor present. “at least i know i’m gonna look better than you in them.” 

a smile found your face as you teased him— though deep down his glasses were one of your favorite things about him. 

the funny thing is, you distinctly remember teasing him about them to cover up just how much you adored them on him. 

—

“we aren’t friends. i don’t know you.” the little furrow in his brows only deepened as he looked at you.

“okay, well, i’m your friend. you don’t have to be my friend.” you shrugged simply, as you searched for the next puzzle piece on the floor, putting it into place once you did.

he watched you in silence, like you were saying something completely foreign to him, “but that’s rude of me, and it’s unbalanced,” his brows furrowed, his lips almost in a pout like he was severely stressed about this.

“okay, then just be my friend!” you smiled brightly at him once again, “problem solved.” you added, the look on your face a complete contrast to his — which was very confused. 

“but, friends are people who just want something from you. family always comes first.” he replied, like it was a rehearsed line he had heard a thousand times from someone else in his life. 

you wondered what kind of monster told him that, and you were determined on changing his mind. 

“what? no! friends are the best people you can find in the whole world. they’re your ‘family number two.’” you told him, but he didn’t seem convinced as he stared at you. “can i make you a proposal?” 

his blonde brows shot to the top of his head, “you want to marry me?” his eyes went wide as he slightly scooted back from you. 

“no, dummy! i meant like a deal,” you hummed, “i think i meant proposition…” you mumbled under your breath, more to yourself than to him.  

—

grayson smiled at you, his gaze unwavering. “oh, surely. without a doubt.” 

you gasped in mock offense, bringing yourself to sit up fully as you looked at him. “is that sarcasm you’re giving me, hawthorne?” 

grayson didn’t say anything in response, only laughing under his breath and shaking his head, returning back to typing whatever he was doing earlier. 

“you’re so rude, i don’t like you.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, sitting so close to him that you could rest your head on his shoulder. 

his eyes found you on his shoulder. though you didn’t meet his gaze, you definitely felt it. “well, i’m stuck with you forever, aren’t i?”

“yeah, unfortunately for me.” you said through an exhale. “i’m deeply regretting my choices right now.”  you mumbled , but you both knew that wasn’t true.

—

“deal? what deal are you giving me?“ 

“you just have to be my friend until friday! if you don’t like it, i’ll never talk to you again. i pinky swear.” you swore seriously, raising your eyebrows at the end to add to that effect. 

“buuuut,” you added, your voice taking on a complete 180. ”if you like it, even just a little, you’re stuck with me.” you paused for dramatic effect, adding in a singsong voice. “forever and ever.”

—

you felt him chuckle and you found yourself smiling at the mere action. he seemed to never laugh around anyone but you. “you know, that may have been the single choice in my life i don’t regret making.” 

the way he said that nearly undid you. you lifted your head, sitting upright to see him fully. 

your voice came out quieter than you thought it would, with a smile on your lips. “are you being serious?” your eyes searched his face, looking for any signs of teasing, even though you knew you wouldn’t find any. 

his answer was short, but it packed so much. “why wouldn’t i be?” there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on his face anymore, and his eyes stayed locked on yours, apart from when they flickered down to your lips for a millisecond. 

“i…” you trailed off, literally at a loss for words as his eyes looked into yours. “i don’t know,” you managed to come up with, eyes glued to his for far too long. 

“sorry,” you said through a laugh, “i don’t know what that was.” you shook your head as you looked back at the bed beneath you. 

you adjusted the way you were sitting, perhaps subconsciously putting a little bit of space between you. well, you had to. 

you couldn’t ruin your friendship because of your silly feelings. it’s part of the reason it’s lasted so long. better to have hidden your feelings and still have him, than speak them aloud and lose him. right? right. 

—

grayson’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched you, noticing the little bit of space you put in between you two as you quickly switched the topic, noticing the way you didn’t look straight up at him for more than 2 seconds, and the way your fingers fiddled with each other. 

he said something wrong, didn’t he? 

in all honestly, he wasn’t listening to a word you said, albeit, you weren’t paying attention to what you were saying either, just letting the words fall of your tongue without even thinking; trying to fill the awkward silence you had put there. 

as he nodded and gave vague responses to you, he replayed all the other moments he had come so close to saying something, something about the way he felt for you, and had felt for god knows how long.  

—

you left his house a few minutes later, pretending to get a text from your friend asking for you urgently. 

in all realness though, you went straight home, lay in bed, and screamed into your pillow. 

‘why did i say that? why can’t i just speak about my feelings? why am i like this?’ were some of the many thoughts that ran through your head like clockwork. 

next time, you promised yourself. next time you would talk about your feelings — or — next time you wouldn’t slip up in the slightest, so that tiny crack that led to said feelings wouldn’t ever show.

you weren’t entirely sure which one of the two you were promising. 

a/n: this was honestly more of a prologue to set the scene, the real stuff comes soon i promise!!

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@emelia07 @midiosaamor @sweetreveriee @charsoamerican

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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!!”

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Grayson: Do I look like I'm joking to you?!

Y/N:???

Y/N: you know how to do that???

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Headache

Second person pov

Grayson Hawthorne x reader just fluff

Grayson walked slower than normal, almost limping into the room.

“Gray what happened?”

“Nothing,” he says, rubbing his forehead, “I’ll be fine once I finish this charity evaluation.”

You walk behind him and pull his jacket from his shoulders, “where does it hurt?”

He slumps into the nearest chair, “My head, the left side. It even hurts down through my teeth and nothing’s taking the edge off.”

You gently scratch through his hair, “Poor boy. Lucky for you the doc is in.” You went to his closet and grabbed a pair of sweats, setting them in his lap and going to get a glass of water. “Get changed and lay down.”

Grayson frowns, but does what you say, following you into his room as you pull the curtains closed. “How much water have you drank today?”

Instead of answering, Grayson takes a few long sips from the glass you set on the nightstand. For the first time, he doesn’t argue that coffee counts because it’s made with water. You climb in beside him kissing his forehead, “would a neck massage help you feel better?”

Gray smiles, “If I need a massage I can call someone.”

“But massages from people you love are healing.”

He gives a small laugh, wincing, “Is that so, Smartie?” You nod. “Only if you want to then.”

He lays on his stomach, resting his head on his arms. You slide your hands over his back, purposefully not commenting on how tense his muscles feel. Slowly, you start working the knots on the base of his neck. Repeatedly walking your knuckles up his neck before dragging them down and across his shoulders. Grayson lets out a long groan and you freeze, “Am I pushing too hard?”

“No, it feels really nice.”

You continue in silence, rubbing the tension from his back as best you could, occasionally kissing the places your hands were. Grayson’s appreciative noises have your mind wandering from the task at hand. “You know, if this isn’t helping, I know something else that might.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, “Oh? What would that be?”

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title: good morning

pairing: xander hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis: you’ve just woken up and xander has a little surprise for you

warnings: fluff, xander being too cute to handle

a/n: I’ve never written a xander x reader fic before so I gave it a shot. he’s such a cutie patootie and I literally want to just give him a hug…

tag list: @tornqdowarnings @whatsamongus @wish-i-were-heather @inmyheaddd @never-enough-novels @stqrsbythepocketful @lxvebelle @xoxo-vee @emelia07

I roll over, yawning as I rub the sleep from my eyes. I sit up, my hair a mess as it all falls over my right shoulder. I stretch out my stiff muscles and yawn again.

“Hey gorgeous.”

My cheeks flush with colour as I hear his voice. I look up to see Xander staring at me, his pupils dilating, with a perfect smile planted on his perfect lips. He clambers onto the bed beside me and takes me into his arms. I curl up on his chest, so warm and cosy I feel like I might fall straight back to sleep. His breath tickles my exposed collar bone and a smile as I stare at him.

He gently traces the outline of my jaw with the tip of his finger, staring in my eyes as he asks, “You hungry?”

“Yeah why?” I ask.

“I made breakfast,” he explains.

I sit up straight, “that isn’t a funny joke,”

“I did,” Xander whines, like a four year old who isn’t being believed.

“Okay,” I scoff, suppressing an eye roll.

Since the day we got together, Xander has never once cooked a meal. He’s attempted toast but managed to set our toaster alight, I didn’t trust him in the kitchen much after that.

“You think I’m lying,” he says, his eyes resembling those of a long lost puppy.

“Yes I do,” I say simply.

“Want to see the proof?” He raises an eyebrow.

“What?” I say, “the non-existent kind?”

He rolls his eyes and stand up. I shoot him a look of confusion, my head tilted to one side. Suddenly before I know it, he lifts me up, slinging me over his shoulder. He holds my legs so I don’t fall as he begins to walk from the room towards the staircase.

“Woah! Xander! Put me down?” I yell, attempting to kick my legs to loosen his grip. It’s a failed attempt because his hold is too strong.

He just laughs, “No can do, princessa.”

“Xander I’m serious,” I say, somewhat sternly.

“Me too,” he shrugs, beginning to descend the stairs.

“Please,” I ask, putting on my sweet voice.

“No,” he replies, mimicking my tone.

“Xand,” I groan, trying to wriggle around.

“Nope,” he says, gripping to me even tighter now, “not happening.”

“Alexander!” I shout as we get to the bottom.

“Ooo full name, it’s sexy when you call me that,” he says and I can tell he’s smirking by his tone.

I slap the back of his thigh. Hard.

“It is also very sexy when you do that,” Xander laughs.

“Shut up,” I hiss.

“Don’t be a meanie,” he says, opting a playful voice.

“You’re literally holding me upside down against my will,” I deadpan as bluntly as humanly possible.

“Wrong,” he sing-songs, “when you got into the relationship you signed an invisible contract that provides life long permission for me to do this.”

“Oh really?” I ask.

“Yes really.”

“My head kinda starting to hurt now though,” I groan, feeling the rush of blood towards my head all of a sudden.

Immediately I find myself upright again, standing in front of Xander. I get a slight wave of dizziness and fall into him for support, like when you stand up too quickly.

“Are you okay?” he’s quick to ask, my face still buried in his chest.

“I’m fine,” I smile, standing back to look at him, “the blood just rushed to my head a little.”

“I’m so sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Xander says, his eyes darting all over my body to check for any signs of pain, worry lacing his expression.

“No I’m fine,” I tell him, putting a hand on his arm.

“Sure?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Pinky promise?” Xander says.

“Pinky promise.” I sigh, getting out my pinky finger and wrapping it around his. Me and Xander NEVER broke pinky promises.

“Double triple pinky-“

“Xander,” I say, raising my voice a little.

“Okay… but are you sure you’re okay?” he checks on last time.

I hum a response as he kisses the tip of my nose. I giggle at the gentle and tender gesture.

“Now come and get some food,” he instructs.

“Is there actually food?” I ask, bored.

“Go and see for yourself,” he grins, cocking his head towards the kitchen door.

“Must you be so cryptic?” I ask, chuckling slightly.

“I’m a Hawthorne baby, it’s what we are,” Xander shrugs, with a lopsided smile.

I roll my eyes, grinning like an idiot as I push open the kitchen door. My jaw drops. The dining table was lined with various plates filled with food. Actual unburnt, unruined, completely cooked food.

“You can cook?” I exclaim.

“Well yeah…” Xander replies, as if it’s obvious.

“So I’ve spent the last four months cooking and eating take out for nothing?” I almost yell.

“Hey take out is never for nothing,” he says, “and I never said I couldn’t cook, I just didn’t.”

“Well for the next four months you’re cooking,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

His face drops, “no please no, that’s too much responsibility.”

“Hey I managed,” I tell him, hands in the air.

“That’s because you’re responsible,” he smiles sweetly.

“Well you’re going to-“

“Shut up and eat,” Xander cuts me off, shoving what seems like a homemade waffle straight into my open mouth.

Despite nearly choking and dying on it, I slowly chewed and absolutely fell in love with the taste. Shocked is an understatement.

“I want to lecture you for telling me to shut up but this is so delicious I’ve forgotten while I’m even mad,” I say with my mouth full.

“Enjoy sweetheart,” he whispers planting a kiss on my temple.

a/n: thanks for reading 🤍🤍

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