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flop era :/

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thats alright!! not everyone knows <3

hi! i saw you do averyjameson fics, and I wanted to know if I could be added to the taglist? if not thats fine dw <3

hiii!! okay, so on my blog, theres an intro post that u can click "keep reading" to and find a taglist form, can you please do that insteas of me js being confused? thank you darling <3

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hi! i saw you do averyjameson fics, and I wanted to know if I could be added to the taglist? if not thats fine dw <3

hiii!! okay, so on my blog, theres an intro post that u can click "keep reading" to and find a taglist form, can you please do that insteas of me js being confused? thank you darling <3

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I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED MORE AVERYJAMESON ANGST I AM CLAWING AT THE WALLS DSKFFFHAFH

(i am so sorry im a deranged girl who longs for averyjameson content)

RAHHHHHH OKKK!!!

( its ok girl i long for lyra x gray content sm too 😭💀‼️ )

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Cause pretty isn't pretty enough. - a.k.g × j.w.h

wc : 417 ( im sorry i really tried )

pairings : avery grambs x jameson hawthorne, from the inheritance games.

synopsis : avery's been a bit more insecure lately, and, of course, jameson notices.

warnings : short!!! a bit ooc ish to me bc im scared n paranoid like that. being insecure, mentions of skipping meals/self starvation ig.

a/n : ok i think im gonna take a quick break from requests bc its been a bit bad lately + audience is slightly decreasing.

taglist : @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys, @urbanflorals, @never-enough-novels, @reminiscentreader, @reyna-obsessed, @kozumesphone, @lxvebelle, @sophiesonlinediary, @shuhuaspookie, @off-to-the-r4ces, @lanterns-and-daydreams.

Avery stood in front of the mirror. Her hands on various parts of her body. What could I change about myself, to look prettier?  Avery questioned herself. With the media and paparazzi and everything else, she felt– unworthy, of sorts. Was she skinny enough? Was she even pretty? Was her face only a mere cover for articles left and right? Did she act properly? She could feel a tear roll down her cheek, letting it fall on the wooden floors.

Strangers; people she didn’t know could say 1 word about her body– or herself and she’d listen.

“Why is her posture so bad?”

“She doesn’t act like deserve billions.”

“She’s not even pretty.”

“What did Tobias even see in her?”

It got to her head. She tried to stop listening, but it was millions of people saying those things. Millions. How could she ever ignore them? Jameson noticed that she’d skip meals, stay on her phone until tears pricked her eyes, that she’d stand in front of the mirror and question herself: What can I change?

“Heiress?” She heard an all too familiar voice calling out. She quickly wiped the tear and stepped away from the mirror, but not quick enough that Jameson was already in the room. “Avery.” Jamie strode closer in a few quick, long steps. His hand found her waist in an instant. “Huh- Sorry.” Avery quickly snapped her thoughts away, placing a small, sad smile on her face. 

Jameson didn’t even have to ask. It wasn't often that Avery would stand in front of the mirror and let herself down, but it doesn’t mean it never happens either. “Avery, look at me.” Jameson used his free hand to tilt her head towards him. “You’re enough. You’re enough for me, for the world, for everyone. You’re so perfect, Heiress. Please, don’t think you aren’t” Jamie held her like she was a piece of glass that he was too afraid to break, even though she wasn’t. “No ones perfect Jamie.” Avery whispered, trying to yank her face away from Jamie’s grip. “I’m not letting you go until you believe me.” Jameson held his grip, stronger than before, even.

“You might not let go then,” Avery kept the sad smile plastered on her face. “Heiress,” Jameson’s voice broke, pulling her into a hug. “You’re so, so beautiful, Heiress and I think you need to know that,” He mumbled into her hair, sure that she wasn’t going to hear it. “Please, please know that.” Jameson silently begged.

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i miss my lyra x gray fics its been too long w/o them :(

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how fast this blog is gaining followers is crazy ngl

thank you <3

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I didn't request the original hc but could we have a part two to New year's kiss. - g.h × reader?? It's SO cute. Maybe Gigi's reaction to the fact that they kissed and will/are together??

be surprised at how fast i finished this 💪💪

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New year, new man...? - g.h × reader.

wc : 898

pairings : grayson hawthorne x gigi grayson's bsf!reader, from the inheritance games.

synopsis : the aftermath of you and grayson's little new years kiss.

warnings : like, light swearing, grayson, reader ( unfortunately i hate reader rn )

a/n : writers block ish plus i took forever and i js dk iuhwkejf but tysm on the love for the last part that someone asked for a part 2 ( !! ) ps: i despise this and i mighr not do ur reqs for another while bc it might be low quality and yall deserve notbing but the best

taglist : @lxvebelle, @urbanflorals, @reyna-obsessed, @reminiscentreader, @never-enough-novels, @kozumesphone, @shuhuaspookie, @off-to-the-r4ces.

The car ride home was actually fine. You expected Gigi’s screams as your night time music but it didn’t arrive. She immediately passed out in the backseat, her head in your lap, but you knew, if she remembered this in the morning, you were going to be absolutely fucking cooked. 

Right when the car stopped, you slowly lifted Gigi’s head off your lap before Grayson quickly came out of the car and opened the door for you. “I- Thank you Gray.” You were slightly stunned by the gesture, but appreciated it anyway. “Do I have your number?” He finally spoke up. You stared at him. You couldn’t tell if he was asking for it or genuinely asking himself, but your right mind snapped your senses back. “Oh, sorry. No I don’t think you do. Do you want me to type it in?” You offered, hand out, as if you were expecting something to be placed in your hands, and you were. Grayson quickly slid his phone out of his pocket and handed it over to you. You quickly typed in your number and opened your phone to re-check. “Alright, there.” You smiled, passing the device back to its owner. “Thank you.” He gave a warm genuine smile. You took the chance to get on your tiptoes and give him a small kiss before winking and heading towards your apartment building.

You woke up to the sound of a song playing. Your ringtone. You quickly, yet groggily picked it up, and dear God was that the worst mistake in your life. “Did you kiss my brother?! Was anything I saw last night true?!” Gigi screeched on the other side of the phone. You quite literally flinched at the volume she was speaking at, and how damn close you decided to put your phone to your ear. You were going to take the opportunity to lie. “Fuck, yes, I did. I’m sorry.” You groaned, not awake enough to be handling this shit right now. “Are you in love with my brother?” Gigi questioned further, she didn’t exactly seem mad, rather– surprised, you could say. “What? No-! Maybe– I don’t know yet. You can’t trust me yet, I’ve only woken up so,” You denied, but were you telling the truth? Absolutely fucking not. With your explanation, you hung up the phone to find a text from an unknown number from earlier in the morning. 

Unknown Number

It’s Gray. I think Gigi might call you soon. She called me earlier. Just a heads up: She’s going to be screeching I tell you. - 7.24 am

You couldn’t help but smile at the first text. It was sweet, yet funny, yet absolutely right. Your ears were still recovering from the screaming. Just then, a new message came in.

Unknown Number

It’s Gray. I think Gigi might call you soon. She called me earlier. Just a heads up: She’s going to be screeching I tell you. - 7.24 am

Also, may I take you out for lunch? - 8.57 am

A smile crept up on your face, slowly heating up. You were quick to type an obvious answer, but hesitant to send. God knows what Gigi’s going to do to your ears, but it couldn’t matter less right now.

Gray

It’s Gray. I think Gigi might call you soon. She called me earlier. Just a heads up: She’s going to be screeching I tell you. - Gray, 7.24 am

Also, may I take you out for lunch? - Gray, 8.57 am

sure, where to? - You, 8.59 am

A reply came in almost immediately.

Gray

It’s Gray. I think Gigi might call you soon. She called me earlier. Just a heads up: She’s going to be screeching I tell you. - Gray, 7.24 am

Also, may I take you out a bit later? - Gray, 8.57 am

sure, where to? - You, 8.59 am

Coffee, perhaps? - Gray, 9.00 am.

alright, 11 o’clock? - You, 9.00 am. 

👍🏻 - Gray, 9.01 am

You pushed the door of the cafe open to find Grayson sitting at the corner table, a coffee in his hand and one on the table. “Hi,” You smiled as you approached the table. “Hey.” He greeted, sliding to coffee towards you while you took a seat opposite of him. “I’m not very sure of your preferred coffee but I’ve heard you talk about enjoying lattes Gigi, so that’s what I got for you.” He explained. Your face turned red. You couldn’t even remember talking about coffee with Gigi, let alone him. “Okay, so how are we going to deal with the situation- this.” You gestured between yourself and him. “Uhm. I think I’ve got a suggestion. Fuck.” You heard him swear beneath his breath for a second, and you hadn’t noticed the fact that he wasn’t wearing a suit. He was wearing a dark turtleneck with a coat instead, which brought a smile to your face, for some unknown reason. He cleared his throat before saying, “Would you like to be my– girlfriend?” He paused before finally saying the last word. You couldn’t not gasp. “I- Yes– Of course-!” You stammered, having no idea on what to say. One thing you absolutely forgot was: this is where your best friend gets her afternoon coffee. 

The doors opened with a bell, and a small scream came out of a very familiar person’s mouth.

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PSA !!

okay just so you all know, headcannons are not my best art? like i can do headcannons but im betting money theyre not as good as some other hc creators ( @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys or @x-liv25-jamieswife ) bc hcs are not really in my field of expertise yk? so if you do request a headcannon. please do not have high expectations of me <3

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mattheo riddle angrily confessing to reader

maybe she's out w another guy and matt is all jealous.Reader then proceeds to comfort him and he confesses out of anger?

sure sure

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Jealousy, jealousy. - m.r × reader.

wc : 573

pairings : mattheo riddle x fem! reader, from the harry potter fanbase/fandom.

synopsis : cedric diggory took you out on a date to three broomsticks, unknowingly causing a particular slytherin to get jealous.

warnings :

a/n : short? yes. cringy? kinda. anyways, giving me flashbacks. but pansy in this fic, or in any of my slytherin works, is alice pagani pansy, not hp pansy parkinson cz that pansy's a bitch. reader is an absolute bitch and no this was nor proofread

taglist : @never-enough-novels, @urbanflorals, @kozumesphone, @reyna-obsessed, @off-to-the-r4ces, @mqstermindswift ( ik u didnt do the form nor ask but i feel like you'd want to be tagged )

Cedric Diggory had just dropped you off to the Slytherin common room. He asked on a date a week ago, and you had to keep rescheduling it because of your studies and other plans. You never liked the guy anyway, you are just being nice. Your friends; Pansy, Theo and Mattheo were all in the common room, a bottle of beer in each one’s hands. “How was the date?” Pansy sat up while offering you a bottle. “Thanks.” You muttered before sitting down next to her. “It was okay, eh.” You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. “Softie.” Theo rolled his eyes from the couch across. “He’s been asking me the whole week-! What was I supposed to do?” You exclaimed exaggeratedly. “Beat him up.” Mattheo suggested with a tilt of his head, earning a chuckle from Theo. “Where’d Blaise go?” He was here when you left, everyone was here, actually. “Hogsmeade with Malfoy.” Pansy explained next to you. Off to a bookstore, then. You guessed. Theo chugged the rest of his drink before announcing his leave to his dorm room. Mattheo’s been quiet since his remark, previously, you observed. You snuck a quick glance at him. His eyes on you, the beer still in his hands, his eyebrows knitted. According to Pansy, you didn’t just sneak a glance, causing her to get up and down her drink before saying, “I’m leaving, weird ass tension happening here.” And with that she left. “Thoughts on my date?” You inquired Mattheo while fixing your posture and taking another sip at your drink. He scoffed in response. “Okay-” You rolled your eyes. You could feel his eyes following your movements. “Jealous then, Riddle?” You mocked with a lazy smirk on your face. “Maybe.” He shrugged, finishing his bottle of beer. You laughed, like literally laughed, earning a glare from him. “Anything funny?” He spat. “Quite so, really. You being jealous of Diggory is comedic to me.” You grinned teasingly. “Yeah, maybe I am jealous over the fact that you go out with all the boys that’s walked in this school.” Mattheo remarked, rather acidic. “Said who?” Your tone changed, and clearly not for the better. “I don’t know! Ask around, I’m sure they’d agree. I know Nott agrees.” He snapped. You were actually taken aback by him. Something was wrong with him and you had no idea what that could be. It wasn’t the alcohol, definitely. He’s only had 1 bottle– actually. You didn’t know if that was his first bottle or not. “Are you okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows, you were actually concerned, for him and yourself. “Was that supposed to be offensive? Either way, I’m not.” He jeered. “And why’s that?” You questioned further. “You.” His eyes locked with yours, and funnily, it was actually intimidating. “Hm?” You quipped. You were definitely pissing him off. Ha. “Stop it. Stop. I’m fucking serious, stop. Don’t, really don’t. I think- no– wait, I know, that I’m in love with you and yes I was fucking jealous over that stupid Hufflepuff, but don’t– just don’t. Don’t tempt me, don’t tease me, please don’t.” He snapped, like, full on snapped, but he tried keeping his volume down since it was the Slytherin common room, where all gossip begins. He sounded desperate. Which you thought was quite pathetic. “Ah! You’re in love with me!” You sarcastically exclaimed, causing him to slam his bottle on the table before leaving.

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requests are now open, again. ( !! )

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Grayson Hawthorne on his wedding day please🩵

he'd be very smiley the morning of the day.

but also really nervous.

he paced around the room while you got ready.

probably slayed those wedding pics.

nash would be his best man.

he'd find a stupid way to make tiramisu take part in the wedding.

imo, he wouldn't js propose to them after a year or 2 of dating. he probably took 4 or 5 bc this man is really wounded so i think he'd take his time.

handmade suit.

a few months back, he literally gave lyra his s/o his credit card and deadass said "buy whichever wedding dress you think is pretty"

he'd be a bit picky abt the wedding food.

paid attention to every single detail, the decor, the cake, etc etc.

he'd let lyra his s/o pick everything but again, the details he pays attention to is crazy.

cried when he first saw lyra his s/o.

the morning of the day, his brothers hyped him up and may or may not have opened a bottle of wine already.

their bachelors party/trip goes wild.

mf practiced his vows every night a gajilliion times i swear

while pacing around the room as well

he was the one who chose the music for the first dance, actually

i think he'd want the first dance to be private, idk how but i think hed like to spend some time alone real quick yk?

a/n : okay i think thats all i got for now bc headcannons are not in my field of expertise. also how we liking the new hc format?

taglist : @never-enough-novels, @reminiscentreader, @kozumesphone, @urbanflorals, @reyna-obsessed, @shuhuaspookie, @off-to-the-r4ces, @lanterns-and-daydreams.

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averyjameson goes on a cute little date (i love your theme sm)

boom! ( thank you <3 )

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Just like you. - a.k.g × j.w.h

wc : 388 ( fucking lazy ass ) pairings : avery grambs x jameson hawthorne, from the inheritance games. synopsis : heiress and jamie go on a little picnic date. warnings : fluff!! a/n : kinda short, sorry. taglist : @lxvebelle, @sophiesonlinediary, @urbanflorals @reyna-obsessed, @kozumesphone, @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys, @reminiscentreader, @never-enough-novels, @pockyyasii, @lanterns-and-daydreams.

“Heiress, you ready yet?” Jameson called out. Avery took a pretty long time getting ready for everything, but Jamie wasn’t going to complain when she looked like a goddess each time she finishes. “Yep, just give me a second!” Avery exclaimed while clipping on her left earring before fixing her eyeliner and finally leaving the bathroom. “Hi.” She smiled. Jameson’s jaw went slack because god- how right he was. Avery stood there like the prettiest being to ever walk on planet Earth. No– scratch that, she looked like a goddess that had just ascended from the heavens. “Jamie?” Avery snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Sorry Heiress, you just look too pretty.” Jameson explained, smirking which caused Avery’s face to turn the brightest shade of pink. “C’mon?” Jameson extended his hand before Avery interlocked hers.

The date blueprint was pretty simple: a picnic. But, there was absolutely no way they could do it in a regular park. There’d be paparazzi left and right, cameras flashing, “Avery, here!” or “Avery, look here!”. The pros and cons of being famous, unfortunately. So, Jameson had set up a small blanket in the estate’s garden, but a bit further than the indoor area, so it’ll feel somewhat closer to being in an actual park. “Close enough, thank you Jamie.” Avery smiled while Jameson leaned down for a quick kiss. Avery took Jameson’s hands and dragged him down to take a seat. “Oooh,” Avery marveled at the food choices. It wasn’t anything heavy, really, just a few pastries and an assortment of desserts. 

Right when the couple finished eating, leaving some leftovers, Jameson got up before reaching out a hand, saying, “Care for a walk, Heiress?” Avery took his hand, pulling herself up. “Of course,” She smiled. The wind made her floral-patterned dress flow around, making it look like the both of them were those perfect couples you’d find in magazines. Jamie’s grip on her hand tightened here and there, scared of letting her go.

Sometime during their walk, Avery found a flower that probably got cut off from its bush. “Hey, look, a flower,” Avery pointed out. Jameson crouched down to get it for her. “Here,” He tucked her hair and placed the flower in it. “Pretty flower.” Avery smiled, her face slowly getting hotter. “Just like you.” Jameson smirked.

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requests are now open, again. ( !! )