#grayson hawthorne blurb

[f4iry-bell]

grayson hawthorne x chronically online gf series

guys, just imagine grayson with a chronically online bed rotting 24/7 gf (us). he'll be texting or calling at the end of the day because he has been so productive all day at work and when he asks his princess gf what she has done for the day she'll be like “i was reading.”

grayson would be so happy that she has done something at least other than scrolling through instagram. “what were you reading?”

“fanfics”

no words from grayson.

“about you and me actually.”

“what?”

“YEAH, SO IN THIS AU WE ARE PIRATES AND YOU HAVE A HOOK FOR A HAND LIKE CAPTAIN HOOK , I STOLE YOUR GRANDFATHER'S PRICED POSSESSION SO YOU MADE IT YOUR MISSION TO FIND ME AND—”

[luna-and-la-estrellas]

ALLERGIES - G.D.H

: ̗̀➛ pairing: grayson hawthorne x reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: fluff

: ̗̀➛ summary: your boyfriend had bought you flowers that contained pollen. being allergic to pollen, you obviously get sick, and feeling guilty, gray is there to take care of you

author's note: i have writer's block so welcome to part three of me trying to get out of it while fighting my inner demons. if you don't have allergies, i envy you (as someone who is allergic to everything but food)

GRAYSON felt terrible. he didn't know that those daisies he bought you contained something you were allergic to. now, due to his mistake, you lied on the bed with pink, watering eyes while sniffling.

the blond boy begun apologizing for what seemed like the twentieth time today, and you murmured, "it's not your fault, gray, it's those stupid flowers..." though, your words didn't quite calm the poor pacing boy.

"libby once sent me recipes to make herbal tea," he said, "i'll make you a cup of tea, maybe that'll help...?" grayson went to make tea, soon coming back up to serve it to you. by then, you sneezed into a tissue.

with care, grayson put the small cup on the bedside table and murmured, "you should really take your medicine." you didn't reply as you used eyedrops, blinking away and hoping that it will reduce the redness of your eyes. you thank him for the tea.

he watched you and felt a pang of guilt once again. not long after, you take tea and your medicine in one go before saying, "gray, do you know what will make me feel better?"

he arched a brow. you said, "if you get into this before and hug me i'm pretty sure i'd feel better." the boy huffed a light laugh before obliging.

you grinned softly in victory as he wrapped his arms around you and pecked your forehead. "how are you feeling, princess?"

"i'm feeling better, maybe you need to keep pecking my forehead and hugging me."

[loverangels]

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

[morganwrites12672]

Hey! I love your writing, if your taking requests could you do a Grayson hawthorne x reader? Maybe one where the reader has chronic migraines or is injured in some capacity? If you don’t feel the Inspo for it no worries, thank you so much!

Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

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Grayson frowned. He had never seen you like this. He was becoming more and more concerned. You kept mumbling something about, 'its just a migraine.'

Your head rested on his chest. You had been clingy all morning. Blaming it on the migraine.

Grayson softly ran his fingers through your hair, a subtle attempt to comfort you. He hated seeing you in pain. Especially when there was nothing he could do to stop it.

His body tensed as he heard a small whimper leave your lips. You buried your head into his neck. His skin was cool and it felt nice, it was comforting due to your migraine.

"Y/n, are you sure you don't need anything?" He asked, his voice was soft. He was careful not to soak loudly and aggravate your migraine.

You nodded against his skin, "M'fine Gray." You half mumbled. The piercing pain in your temple was hell. You felt bad for keeping Grayson in bed for so long.

Grayson sighed. He hates not being able to do anything. But, he guessed by being there he was helping... In a way.

He rubbed small circles onto your back as he held you. He noticed your breathing had grew softer. He was careful not to move very much. He didn't want to wake you. Not when being awake would cause you so much pain.

He let his eyes close. He would hold you like this for as long as you asked. Having you in his arms was comforting. He didn't have to worry about you.

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My requests are open.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

bella PLEWSDE WRITE A GRAYSON HAWTHORNE BLURB OR WHAYEVER WITH READER WITH LOW IRON AND LIKE SHE ALMOST FAINTS BECAUSE THERES LITERALLY ZERO. ZERO FICS THAY HAVE THE READER WITH LOW IRON SO PPELAPSPESLLEPWDLEEL

AHHHHHH BELLE LET ME JUST BEGIN WITH AN APOLOGY BECAUSE I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS FIC HAS TAKEN ME THREE BILLION YEARS TO GET AROUND TO WRITING!! THANK YOU FOR YOU REQUEST AND I PRAYYYY THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED…. (if not I will redo)

title: I’m fine

pairing: grayson hawthorne x reader

synopsis: a story where ‘I’m fine’ means ‘I’m totally not fine but I’m not going to admit that’

warnings: dizziness, fainting

a/n: dedicating this to the beautiful @midiosaamor 💖💖 ily <33

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It only started as a headache, not bad enough to be classed as a migraine but bad enough to be considered more than your average headache. Still, I carried on typing the words out on my computer, my brain pulsating in pain.

I didn’t have time to rest off a headache, there was too much to do. I’d only started working four hours ago and if I didn’t get this done by tonight then my boss would not be happy. I mean it wasn’t exactly my fault she decided set me an assignment with a deadline on the same day but still, I had to work it all out and push through.

The tasks seemed endless, I typed word after word, in a state of not really registering what I was writing, just making the robotic movements to write. Clicking the keys and forming coherent sentences without anything being properly processed. It wasn’t unusual, I was used to my brain working faster than my body sometimes.

Still, my head throbbed on. For a second, I stopped the incessant tapping on my keyboard and pressed two fingertips softly to each temple. My hands were ice cold. I breathed in and out deeply a few times with my eyes shut before beginning to work again, praying a tiny reset would be what I needed. I knew I was lying to myself, I knew it would take more than that to soothe any pain but I carried on like I didn’t.

“Are you alright?”

As small gasp escaped my lips as I looked up to see Grayson standing in the doorframe, one hand at the top taking most of his weight. I wondered how long he’d been stood there and I hadn’t noticed.

“Mmmm,” I hummed in reply, going back to finish the sentence I was typing before I lost my train of thought. Then I looked back up at him again, “why?”

He walked in slowly looking at my face intently, “you look a little pale.”

He took my face into his palms and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. Small, gentle, long strokes, that made me lean into him further. I wanted to just curl up in his arms and sleep, but my work clearly had other ideas.

“Just a headache,” I brushed it off, pulling away from his touch reluctantly, “is there any aspirin?”

“There is,” he nodded slowly, his eyebrows pinching together in concern, “but I really think you ought to lay down if it’s this bad.”

“I don’t need to,” I shook my head stubbornly, standing up to look him dead in the eye, “I’m fine.”

What a lie.

“You don’t look fine,” he told me softly, the anxiety rippling across his perfected features. His hands curved around the small of my back and I tried to enjoy it instead of thinking about the throbbing of my head.

So despite my ache, I smiled, “well I feel fine.”

Sometimes I lied so easily and so well it worried me. I shouldn’t be this good at something so cruel. But maybe more than him, I was lying to myself to convince a part of me that I wasn’t as feeling as bad as I thought I felt.

Grayson gave me another worried glance, thumb running up and down the base of my spine rhythmically, the softness of his touch sending a chill through it.

“Have you eaten today?” he asked me, the tingling up my back dying down.

“Earlier,” I nodded, my eyes flicking the time in the bottom corner of my screen realising my ‘earlier’ actually meant six hours ago. On cue, my stomach seized in a hungry protest, sending a tight knot like sensation across my abdomen. I prayed it wouldn’t grumble, betraying my lies to Gray.

“I haven’t seen you eat or-“

“Stop the fussing,” I grinned to bear it, “I’m fine, just need a tablet and some water.”

“Maybe lay off the work then,” he suggested, cocking his head towards my computer screen.

“Grayson I need to get this done,” I sighed gently, “a little headache can’t stop me.”

“Okay…” he said unsurely, hesitating for a few seconds.

“Stop worrying,” I forced a laugh through my searing brain, glancing up at him and looking through those truth-reeling gray eyes.

“I’m not,” his right hand twitches at my side. Liar. “Sit down and I’ll go and get you the aspirin, okay?”

“Okay then,” I nodded, sitting down. Another chill ran through my spine, though this time it was because of the empty place left where his hands had just been.

I took a few more deep breaths, feeling a little out of it all of a sudden. It was like I was in the room but I wasn’t at the same time. I closed my eyes and let the weight of my skull fall into my palms, breathing even deeper, heavier.

I let myself hang, like a lifeless marionette forgotten by her puppeteer, everything leaden and dopey. When I heard Grayson coming back and quickly opened my eyes and sat up a little bit straighter. If he saw me like that he’d get stressed and that’s the last he needed. It was only a headache after all.

Just a really bad headache.

“Thank you,” I kissed him on the cheek as he passed me the aspirin pill and a glass of water.

He cupped my face in his hands, “you promise me you’re fine?”

“I promise promise promise you,” I whispered, feigning another smile. My jaw was starting to ache. I don’t know it’s it from the guilt of lying or the forceful action of smiling or maybe it was just the headache transferring.

I took the tablet between my fingertips and put it at the back of my mouth before swallowing it quickly with water. I shivered afterwards. I hate taking tablets.

Grayson squeezed my shoulders softly, “do you want me to stay here?”

“Didn’t I just ‘promise promise promise’ you I was fine?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He looked at me and sighed. Worry ran riot across his eyes, swirling anxious thoughts into pools of grey. How bad did I look?

“I haven’t got much work left to do, okay?” I said, “I just need to get through this.”

He took his time walking out and although I didn’t look at him I was convinced he kept looking back every through steps to check on me. Finally he left and I downed the glass of water.

I sat still for a moment, analysing how I felt. I didn’t think it was possible but my head had worsened. I internally groaned as dread filled my body. It wasn’t supposed to worsen. I prayed the tablet would kick in, after all I hadn’t really given it a chance.

I took a long breath out and continued tapping away at the keypad. After a while the continuous clicking and clacking was beginning to irritate me. Like an itch I couldn’t quite scratch. My already pounding head felt pounded with the small noises over and over like they were making a mockery of it. Still I continued, there wasn’t much left now and if I could just finish it l, all would be okay.

After about a billion spell checks - seriously why does psychology have a ‘p’ and ‘h’ in it, it’s so irrelevant - I thought I might be ready to finish when I realised I’d missed a whole section.

By now my head was almost unbearable. Torturous agony was creeping up behind my eye now as well as the front of my head. A whole section felt like it would be the death of me. And I’d noticed something weirdly unnatural about my breathing. Every breath in didn’t feel like enough oxygen. So I began to breathe more deeply and when that wasn’t working, more quickly.

That only fuelled my rising panic about the weird nature of these symptoms. They were familiar. Why couldn’t I breathe normally? What was wrong? Maybe it was more than a headache? Questions raced through my head faster than it had time to process them all.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

My head pounded on and like the idiot that I am, I carried on writing. My vision blurred out for a fraction of a second then cleared shortly after. I rubbed my eyes. It was just the screen. Just the screen.

It happened a few more times, so I cleaned my glasses with the bottom of my jumper for good measure. More notes, more notes, more notes, more notes. I quickly hit save in the document for fear if my computer crashed I would lose it all. I sighed as I then went to drink from my water glass only to realise it was empty.

“Gray!” I yelled, “could you grab me another glass of water please?”

I barely registered his reply, my only focus being the stupid piece of work. ‘I can last a little longer’ I repeated over and over in my mind. Until I was bored. Until I was delirious. Until I was too brain dead to care.

I could hear Grayson approaching so got up to meet him at the door. I wanted a ten second break from staring straight at the glowing screen. Suddenly, mid step, I stumbled. Straight away Grayson had one hand around the small of my back gripping tightly and the another on my upper arm, steadying me. I try to laugh it off as a I mistake but even that sounded weak.

“Woah sweetheart,” he said, his hold firmer as he set me straight, “what’s going on?”

“I’m fine,” I shrugged, trying to get back to my chair, my legs feeling too much like jelly for my liking.

I could see he didn’t believe me completely, he didn’t have to say a word. Grayson, instead, took me in his arms. I couldn’t ask to sit down after that, then I’d be admitting that something was wrong. So I stayed standing, my body against his. The only thing holding me up was him.

He looked at me, tender eyed and consumed with concern, “you’re clearly not my love.”

“Gray, I just tripped,” I said smoothly, praying he’d let me twist the truth as I tried to stop my legs from shaking.

“Don’t lie to me,” he murmured in a low voice, curling his other arm around my waist for support.

“I’m not lying,” I shrugged, continuing to be in denial as I gripped to his shirt so tightly my knuckles went white, “I’m fine.”

As soon as the words left my lips everything spun. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against his chest, hoping it would all just go away. My feet swayed a little and panic seized my throat at the unsteadiness. I made a choked sound, halfway between a gasp and a silent scream.

“It’s okay,” Grayson whispered softly, “I’ve got you.” He brought a hand up through the back of my hair and gently held onto the back of my head to steady it.

“Dizzy,” I murmured into him, my voice slurred and slowed. I felt so out of it.

We stayed like that for I don’t know how long. My concept of time was as hazy as my vision. I just remembered staying very still, Grayson’s hands not leaving my body and how hard my forehead was pressed against him.

After a while, I tried to stand back on my own, thinking the dizzy spell was over but as soon as I did the room became a whirlpool of colours and blob-ish shapes. I felt myself lose my footing completely and before I knew it was falling backwards.

Strong arms tensed around my torso and quickly caught me, “oh sweetheart,” I heard Grayson say as he safely lowered me to the ground.

My legs became lifeless pieces of flesh, heavy as led but weak as a flimsy childhood doll. My head felt heavy in his lap as it pounded on. I sewed my eyes shut, it helped a little with the dizziness. His cold fingers tentatively touched my forehead and I leant into them ever so slightly with what energy I had left.

“I’m going to carry you to bed,” he told me gently, as I felt one arm around my back and the other under my legs.

“But my work-“ I groaned, feeling a little nauseated from the dizziness.

He held me tightly, “no sweetheart, forget about work, you need to rest.”

I didn’t reply and instead feebly gripped my deadened limbs around his neck and prayed for all of this to just go away.

“Gray,” I murmured into his chest.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not fine,” I said, somewhere between a sob and mumble.

“I know sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing a shaky kiss on my temple, “I know.”

He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed, before tucking me under the covers. Not letting go of my hand, that gripped him so tightly I don’t know how he didn’t complain. I heard him dialling a number.

“Who are you calling?” I slurred.

“Someone to come and help you,” he responded swiftly.

“Mhmm,” I could only muster in response.

His thumb rubbed circles up and down my hand, “I’m going to stay right here okay?” he comforted, “can you still hear me?”

“Don’t go,” I whispered, feeling quite pathetic but not self-conscience enough to care.

“No I’m staying sweetheart,” he squeezed my palm in his, “I’m staying.”

My eyes fluttered open as my head lazily lolled to one side, “I’m dizzy,” I groaned, not remembering if I’d mentioned already.

“I know,” Grayson whispered, a hand pushing my hair out of the way, “I know.”

“Can I rest my eyes?” I asked him, closing them anyway.

“No, you can’t go to sleep,” he told me.

“No just rest my eyes…” I trailed off, pausing for a long while, my train of thought wavering, “…to stop the spinning.”

“Squeeze my hand every three seconds then,” he said, “so I know you’re awake.”

“Deal,” I barely managed to whisper before I felt the need to increase my breathing rate. It felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in my system.

I squeezed his hand every three seconds, just about keeping track of the numbers. But with every squeeze I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker, like all of my energy was being drained slowly and mercilessly. The only thing that kept me from closing my eyes was Grayson’s gentle touches. His soft fingertips trailing over my face, tracing the contours or drawing spirals on my upper arms and neck.

I opened my eyes for a moment, when the darkness was just as bad as the light, when I felt dizzy no matter whether my eyes were closed or open. Things blurred and cleared, darkened and became normal again over and over and over. Until, a piercing ringing coursed through my ears and everything other sound seemed to be submerged under water. I knew what that meant I was close to.

“Gray,” I murmured shakily.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to pass out,” I told him, a single tear trailing its way down my cheek, “I can feel it.”

I knew the signs well enough and every sign was pointing that way.

“It’s okay,” he said, positioning himself behind me, so my back was pressed against his torso and he could support my head, “I’ve got you.”

“I don’t want to pass out,” I sobbed, black spots dancing across my vision in mockery.

The worst part is always before you passed out because when you’re out you feel and remember nothing. But before, you know what’s coming and you know you can’t stop it.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he mumbled into my hair, slowly, comfortingly, “you’re safe, if you need to pass out, you can and your body will, whether you like it or not.”

My hands were shaking, fingers rocking back and forth, bumping into one another clumsily, “I’m scared,” I said between uneven breaths.

I grabbed Grayson’s forearm to attempt to still them, my fingers so brutally desperate in their clinging that they constricted his blood flow. No matter how many times I’d passed out,, I always felt just as scared.

“You don’t need to be scared,” he soothed gently, “I’ve got you, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise,” I panted, looking up at him, chest rising up and down harshly.

“I promise,” he leant down and planted a sweet of kiss on my nose.

I kept looking up, until his gray eyes clouded with dark spots, until calm expression replaced with an endless see of nothingness, until the whisperings of sweet words ceased. My breathing was heavy, growing heavier by the second and then… then there was black.

***

I felt thick and heavy with drowsiness. My body felt so weighted it ached. My back was against the mattress, my head flat on the pillow, I was anchored to my bed. The covers had been adjusted to just under my neck and I could feel someone’s hand in mine.

I winced as I opened my eyes, the light attacking them too viciously. Immediately Grayson dimmed it down, holding my cheek tentatively in his palm.

“Hey sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

“Gray?”

He traced a soft thumb over the bone where my eyebrow sat as he asked, “how are you feeling?”

“Tired,” I mumbled, stifling a yawn.

“Here,” he said gently, “have some water.”

Slowly he helped me prop myself up, his hand pressed up against my back, the other tipping the glass towards my lips. I swallowed, the water feeling odd against the dryness of my throat.

“How long was I out for?” I coughed.

“Only a bit,” he said, laying me back down, “the doctors have come and gone, they say you’ll be okay with some rest.”

“Why did I pass out?” I asked tiredly, “do they know?”

“You hadn’t taken your iron tablets in three days,” Grayson explained, cocking his head towards my table.

I glanced to my bedside and gasped. Three days worth of unconsumed tablets sat there. I never usually forgot, one day maybe but three whole days. That was unheard of. Guilt permeated me, all the stress I’d probably put Grayson under could’ve been entirely prevented.

“I must’ve forgotten,” I sighed leaning deeper into my pillow, “work has just been so hectic lately and-“

“Hey, hey, hey, I didn’t tell you to worry you, I told you so you wouldn’t overthink what was wrong,” he said softly, “but it’s okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”

“But it’s not okay because it’s all my fault,” I bursted into tears, the shock wave of random emotion leaving me senseless, “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you I wasn’t fine and then I just passed out and that probably really stressed you out and I could’ve stopped all of that if I’d just taken the stupid tablets.”

“Sweetheart,” he pressed a palm flat on my chest, “breathe, it’s okay.”

His voice was the constant in my current of chaotic overthinking. This had happened before many times, my low iron deficiency had always been an issue, but even the very first time I’d passed out he was so much calmer than I’d expected.

He kept calm for me.

“God I feel like an idiot,” I choked out a pathetic laugh, wiping my eyes roughly with the back of my hand.

“You’re not an idiot, love,” he soothed, taking my hand gently into his and replacing with with the pad of his thumb, as he gently wiped away the tears that were left, “it happens.”

“It shouldn’t happen,” I shook my head defiantly.

I don’t forget things. I never forget things.

“Hey,” Grayson said, “look at me, you’re fine, I’m fine and that’s all that’s important.”

He held my face in his palms and looked at me like I meant the world.

“I’m sorry,” I let the weight of my head fall into his hands, taking the ache from my neck.

“Don’t apologise,” he said, “there’s no need for you to, just relax.”

I closed my eyes, his palm warm and comforting against my cheek. His fingers found their way to the top of my head, soothingly running through my hair over my scalp.

“Do you want me to get in with you?” he asked.

I nodded sleepily and watched as he slipped into the bed beside me. I was quick to snuggle close, intertwining my legs with his and burying my face into his chest. I inhaled and exhaled slowly.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered in a low voice in my ear as his arms curved around my waist.

“Tired,” I mumbled.

“It’s okay,” he ushered, “you can go to sleep.”

“What if you go?” I asked, like a child.

“I won’t, I promise,” Grayson said, “I’ll stay here with you.”

I smiled to myself, and squeezed his arm, “I love you,” I murmured, “so much.”

“I love you too sweetheart,” he planted a kiss on the top of my head, “more than this world. Get some rest now.”

So I shut my eyes and fell longingly into sleep’s arms.

a/n: hope you enjoyed guys, sorry I haven’t posted much 💖💖

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requests guidelines ⭐️

hello everyone! after a year (and a half?) i’ve finally got to myself to show all the things i could write for. it’s gonna be updated regularly as soon as i obsess over something new.

so . . .

i’m not sure if i’m a good person to write smut so… request if u want, but might take a long time before i post it! (i haven’t really written anything smut related so that might be bad)

please, if you request something, write a small blurb of what you’ll like to read!

i mainly write for a female reader with she/her pronouns and all that, but i’m up for gender neutral as well if you feel like it :)

i might add sth here if i think of it, but the most important part is who do i write for. bold stands for my favs, italics is like… second fav, i guess!

✩ harry potter — slytherin boys (theodore nott, mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy + pansy parkinson and daphne greengrass), marauders (james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black, evan rosier, barty crouch jr.), golden era (harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, weasley twins, ginny weasley).

✩ percy jackson — greek demigods (percy jackson, leo valdez, annabeth chase, luke castellan, grover underwood, hood brothers, clarisse la rue, piper mclean), roman demigods (frank zhang, jason grace, hazel lavasque).

✩ books — the inheritance games (jameson hawthorne, grayson hawthorne, xander hawthorne, avery kylie grambs, thea laughlin), a good girl’s guide to murder (pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh), hockey boyfriends (nate hawkins, garret graham, john logan, dean di laurenti, john tucker, hunter davenport, henry turner, russ callaghan)

✩ miscellaneous series — jenny han universes (conrad fisher, peter kavinsky, kitty song covey, cam cameron, steven conklin, minho), criminal minds (spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, derek morgan), outer banks (jj maybank, pope heyward, rafe cameron), my life with the walter boys (alex walter, cole walter, isaac garcia, kailey)

✩ anime — haikyuu (kageyama, tsukishima, osamu, atsumu, suna, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, semi + the rest😭).

✩ people i don’t know how to classify — zuko + sokka, steve harrington, matthew gray gubler, drew starkey, louis partridge, timothee chalamet, peter parker, nct members.

if you don’t see someone, just ask! there’s a high chance i just forgot about them xx

[lyrakanefanatic]

Congratulations!

A book similar to inheritance games:🎃

☕️: Academic rival jameson hawthorne fic.

🍂: A double date (lyra x Grayson) + (Avery x jameson )

thank you!!

for 🎃, im sure you’ve probably heard this before, but the naturals by jennifer lynn barnes. the plot isn’t exactly the same as it’s about a young group in the fbi called “the naturals” but it’s similar in ways like them solving things like the inheritance games. it’s more similar character wise though, as a lot of characters are very much like the ones in the inheritance games. there’s also the found family trope of ur into that, and also a similar love triangle!!

there’s also another book, called “heiress takes all”, and it’s said to be very similar to the inheritance games and oceans 11. i don’t know what it’s about much, (as i haven’t read it) but im sure if you search it up on amazon or goodreads you should be able to read the blurb!!

for ☕️, im assuming that u mean an au and im so sorry but i am TERRIBLE at writing au’s 😭😭 im also really bad at writing *character* x reader but i can still try and write those, where as au’s are just so hard for me 😭😭 im so sorry but if u want something else done feel free to request it again!!

for 🍂, sure!!

LYRA X GRAY + AVERY X JAMESON DOUBLE DATE HEAD CANONS:

• lyra and grayson show up a bit late (nothing extreme, just like 5-10 minutes) which surprised both avery and jameson because grayson is never late

• they found out after that it was because lyra wanted to match with grayson last minute and scrapped her whole outfit to match with his ☠️☠️

• they would probably go to a restaurant first, and then maybe go to a second location

• it started with small talk about their lives and days, but then slowly it turned into jameson and grayson seeing who can embarrass each other more by telling humiliating stories about each other from their childhoods 😭💀

• as soon as jameson reached the leather pants story though, grayson switched the topic and stopped with the whole competition

• lyra was curious but left it alone… for now. 😈

• lyra ordered a pasta, grayson ordered a steak, avery ordered fancy fish?? (idfk what they serve at fancy restaurants just think of the most expensive and tasty fish u can buy 💀🙏) and jameson ordered… chicken wings ☠️☠️

• lyra made fun of him for it and then jameson told grayson to break up with her

• in fact, lyra ends up making fun of him the whole night 💀

jameson to the waiter: “can i have some chicken wings please?”

jameson, once the waiter walks away: “I haven’t had chicken wings 3 months!”

lyra, snickering: “you look like you’ve had enough chicken wings for 3 months”

jameson gives her a wounded look and rolls his eyes, turning to grayson: “she’s mean, you should break up with her”

grayson, before he can even finish speaking: “no.”

later again that dinner…

avery: “should we get another side for seconds?”

grayson and lyra shake their heads, but jameson speaks: “can i get one? im still hungry.”

noticing grayson’s raised brow, he sighed: “don’t give me that look. matter of fact, i skipped lunch today!”

lyra, giggling again and muttering in a voice that jameson could just hear: “doesn’t look like it…”

jameson: “LYRA SHUT UP!!”

people ended up staring and as soon as the date was over and they were back at the house grayson called a beat down (just to give him an excuse to beat him up ☠️☠️🙏)

• once they do get back to the house though and grayson and jameson are done fighting, they watch a movie and jameson is secretly side eyeing grayson and lyra the whole time LMAOO

• lyra and avery end up sitting next to each other on the couch with grayson and jameson on the other side and, in whispers, gossip about them

• the boys can’t hear what they’re saying but spend more time trying to listen and hear what they’re talking about then actually watching the movie

• once they’re finished watching the movie, (and by watching the movie i mean lyra and avery gossiping while jameson and grayson try to secretly listen to them) lyra feels bad about all her fat jokes so she slips jameson a packet of gummies with a sorry note attached to them

• the gummies were from xander’s not-so-secret stash and now he officially has a fued with lyra but at least now jameson is going back to liking her 😊😊 (one hawthorne at a time people 😪😪)

THATS ALL I HOPE U LIKED THEM!! 🫶 (and im sorry again about not being able to do the ☕️ one, if you have another one u want me to do thats not about an au just lmk pls 😭)

[mxst3rmind]

please, picture me, in the trees…

i hit my peak at seven feet…

i… i was high, in the sky: hi! im kylie, or ky, massive swiftie, thought daughter, cabin six girl, canadian, bibliophile, blonde, bilingual (french and english), intj-t, and occasional poet/writer. she/her!

are there still beautiful things?: i may post blurbs or little headcannons for characters i like, but it would most likely be random and not planned.

incense off your vinyl shelf (music): taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, gracie abrams, noah kahan, chappell roan, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, lana del rey, laufey, musicals, arctic monkeys, role model, billie eilish, frank ocean and ariana grande.

flashback in a film reel (movies and tv): harry potter, mamma mia, twilight, hunger games, romcoms, wicked, hamilton, disney or pixar anything, pjo, modern family, the office, murdoch mysteries, the umbrella academy, legally blonde, etc.

all of the books beside your bed (what im currently reading): the sisterhood of the traveling pants, midnight sun, powerless, re reading mark of athena.

have you ever thought just maybe, you belong with me (crushes): grayson and nash hawthorne, matt and chris sturniolo, jason todd, bruce wayne, damian wayne, dick grayson, oliver wood, harry potter, percy jackson, leo valdez, timothee chalamet, michael townsend, alex volkov, five hargreeves, alex (stardew valley), finnick odair, ali hazelwood men, and more.

love you to the moon and to saturn 🩵

dividers found on pinterest 🤍

[swagvie]

What’s your favorite headcanon or blurb someone has written about Grayson Hawthorne?

hmhmmhmmmhmhmjmmmmmm i think my favorite blurb written was probably something by @littlemissmentallyunstable or @kit4strophe or @inmyheaddd and @brokenheartsrecords (though they write fanfics) and my fav hcs were PROBALLYLYLYBBB written by @f4iry-bell, @xo-zozo, and @never-enough-novels

[rafescloudie]

𓂃⋆.˚ who i write for .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ

a/n: only taking requests for characters shown — keep in mind i don’t really write much, this blog is mostly for reading && reblogging fics.

# outerbanks ᥫ᭡

rafe cameron

jj maybank

topper thornton

ward cameron

pope heyward

# boys of tommen ᥫ᭡

johnny kavanagh

gerard gibson

joey lynch

patrick feely

shane holland [for dark!fics/blurbs obviously]

# gilmore girls ᥫ᭡

logan huntberger

tristan dugray

s1-s2 dean [personality wise]

# other fandoms ᥫ᭡

ravi singh - agggtm

arthur gotti - five survive

xander hawthorne - the inheritance games

grayson hawthorne - the inheritance games

cedric diggory - harry potter & the goblet of fire

neville longbottom - the harry potter series

nate archibald - gossip girl

chuck bass (ew) - gossip girl

drew starkey - celeb

harry styles - celeb

louis tomlinson - celeb

as of right now, these are the only people i’m writing for! i will probably update occasionally—roughly once a month depending if i’ve watched/read any new series or decided i don’t wanna write for a certain character/celebrity anymore.

friendly reminder, i write fanFICTION, meaning yes, they will be a little ooc! i do still try my best to make their main traits visible unless i’m writing for an AU.

thank you for reading !! ۶ৎ˙⋆

much love, claire. 🫧

[f4iry-bell]

grayson hawthorne x chronically online overdramatic gen z gf

a/n: im bored and want to play uno with gray so bad.

summary: down bad-i-would-do-anything-for-my-gf grayson????

tagging: @unnoodles @nqds @alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1960-blog1 @imaseabear @never-enough-novels @elysianwayy77 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou

Grayson was sweating, not because he was losing the game but because his girlfriend might, she has exactly two cards with her assuming they're blue and the colour that is going around is blue, she probably had hoped for winning but she knew something was off when she realised grayson was not putting his card down.

“if you don't have the number of colour you have to take a card.” she told him.

“i know”

“then what?”

he placed the card as he watched her face fell dramatically.

“its like you don't even love me anymore.”

“thats not true and you know it.”

“A PLUS FOUR?? NOT EVEN TWO!! A PLUS FOUR”

“IM SORRY BUT YOU HAVE TO TAKE FOUR CARDS”

“no”

“what do you mean?”

“im skipping this round to you, which means you have to take four cards.”

“what? that's not how the game works.” he frowned.

“ive played dozens of hawthorne styled games but when i ask you to play uno my way for once you question me” she pouts.

“seriously?”

"100% serious.”

silence.

“fine.” he sighed and took four cards.

“YAYY!!!! did i mention how much I love you?”

[luna-and-la-estrellas]

LOVE LETTERS - G.D.H

: ̗̀➛ pairing: grayson hawthorne + reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: fluff?

: ̗̀➛ summary: grayson davenport hawthorne loves you and writing. he finds a way to express his love by writing love letters accompanied by small things.

authors note: first time publishing my writing towards the public. it's not my best work and messily made by a thought i had at 1 am.

writing letters to you was something GRAYSON did sometimes. it wasn't any love letter, it was a way for the blond to express his affection. these small letters contained promises that grayson completed sooner or later, silly yet romantic words that sometimes made you giggle, and photographs of you he took despite your half-hearted protests.

don't forget the doodles and sketches. at some point of his life, he took art classes, and he puts the skill to use when he makes innocent sketches or doodles of small yet meaningful things in your relationship. went to a café and bought a lemon cake? next letter he writes to you has a small drawn lemon cake on the corner of the page.

a couple of times, he even painted a place you've talked about a few times and promised on the backside in his unrushed and dainty-like writing that he'll try to bring you there the next time you see each other. similarly, grayson hangs onto every word you utter and he remembers practically everything. so you can bet that he writes sometimes about the things that interest you.

he also sends pressed flowers in every letter and a small trinket like a ring that you never take off ever since you got it in the mail.

once you asked him why he writes letters by hand and he claimed that he found it his own way of showing of devotion to you. he sometimes sends the letters by mail or leaves it in places for you to find.

grayson hawthorne and his love letters; his way of showing affection.

grayson was teased by xander and jameson when they saw him writing to you one day

[briefkittenearthquake]

requests guidelines ⭐️

please, if you request something, write a small blurb of what you’ll like to read! 

i make headcanons, blurbs, oneshots, song fics, smau’s, and (if and only if the ask is good enough) a series

i mainly write for a female reader with she/her pronouns and all that, but i’m up for gender neutral + male as well if you feel like it :) 

p.s. - there will be an event when i hit 100 - ari💗

requests — open

100 special event requests — ari’s dinner menu

✩ percy jackson — greek demigods (percy jackson, annabeth chase, luke castellan, grover underwood).

✩ books — the inheritance games (jameson hawthorne, grayson hawthorne, xander hawthorne), a good girl’s guide to murder (pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh)

✩ f1 — lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, logan sargent, daniel riccardo, kimi antonelli, ollie bearman.

✩ miscellaneous series — criminal minds (spencer reid, aaron hotchner), future man (josh futterman, wolf).

✩ anime — jujutsu kaisen (satoru gojo, yuji itadori, choso kamo, nanami kento).

✩ people i don’t know how to classify — steve harrington, matthew gray gubler, timothee chalamet, peter parker, five hargreeves, josh hutcherson, riley poole, walker scobell.

[kenwrites-alot]

writing !!!!

i’ve done a complete rebrand from my other account (@fem-weeb) and have deemed this account for non- anime writing, aka book blurbs, fluff writing, drabble, etc!

list of topics i’ll be writing (ps: i mostly write fem!reader but am open to gn!reader.)

the inheritance games (jameson hawthorne, grayson hawthorne, xander hawthorne, rebecca laughlin)

jenny han universe (peter kavinsky, john ambrose, conrad fisher, minho, cam cameron.)

percy jackson universe (luke castellan, percy jackson, leo valdez)

avatar: the last airbender (zuko, sokka, mako, bolin.)

expect more as well, I may have left some out.

[strawberries-and-summer-days]

REQUEST RULES . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

GUIDELINES

oneshots, blurbs and headcanons (haven't done those in a long while btw)

im not experienced writing lgbtq+ so if you req something with that please keep it simple im still learning :)

female or gn readers are what im most comfortable writing so i wont be writing in a boys perspective (sorry to all the guys out there) if you dont specify the reader's gender my default will be fem!

i wont be writing full on smut, light teasing and fade to black is mostly what i'll do.

i wont be writing sensitive topics: abuse, rape etc

please respect my boundaries, i wont write a request if im not comfortable with it.

it might take me a while to get to your request so please dont think ive forgotten about you. dw babes i haven't <33 (im just taking my time)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

CHARACTERS

Pjo ->

percy jackson, annabeth chase, luke castellan, grover underwood, clarisse la rue, thalia grace (this list will get bigger as i continue reading the series!)

Tig ->

avery grambs, jameson hawthorne, grayson hawthorne, nash hawthorne, xander hawthorne, libby grambs, gigi grayson, (basically anyone from the tig fandom)

Shatter me ->

aaron warner, juliette/ella ferrars, kenji kishimoto, nazeera ibrahim

Other ->

If a character you want me to write about isn't here, dont worry!! just send me an ask if its acceptable :))