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charsoamerican · 2 months ago
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OMG IM SCREAMING BEST QUOTE YET THEY ARE JUST THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST HOW LYRA GRAYSON HATERS EXIST MY BABIES OMFG
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charsoamerican · 2 months ago
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I am posting spoilers oopsies
FEARLESS SPOILERSSS
why is nobody talking abt how paedyn and kai did it on ava’s grave 😭😭
like ur dead 4 year old sisters dead body is insane poor ava
but it’s okay because ch 54 !!
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charsoamerican · 2 months ago
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HOLY FINE SHYT 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 ok we have all the cards which means we have all the letters which are o d i n l s s WHICH DONT SPELL ANYTHING I THINK UNLESS WE GET MORE CARDS??
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charsoamerican · 3 months ago
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I HAVE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT (not posting spoilers when I finish dw)
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charsoamerican · 3 months ago
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i think about the averyjameson hot tub scene at LEAST once a month in a good phase. in a bad phase, it's every day.
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charsoamerican · 3 months ago
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can you write a lyrason fic where grayson is jealous of lyras ex? preferably before they start dating. ❤️
Grayson Is Jealous.
Today was another normal day in the Hawthorne household.
Everyone had gathered around in order to discuss the next Annual Game night— which would be the third of the week, but you can’t do much once Xander insists.
“LETS PLAY DRINK OR DARE AGAIN!!” Demanded Xander.
Lyra considered the demand, she was in charge of choosing which games would be included in this game night. Apparently, it was a ‘Benefit of becoming a soon-to-be-sister-in-law’.
“Xander. The last time we played Drink or Dare, you made Avery scream Hamlet at the top of her lungs at 12am, made Libby an aspiring arsonist and almost made Max a boy.” Lyra deadpanned.
Nash chuckled while Jameson completely lost it. Grayson rolled his eyes as a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
“I did no such thing, they had the choice to drink after all.” Xander replied sending a pointed glance towards the three in question.
Avery, who was used to the bull shit of the Hawthorne brothers, completely ignored Xander.
“Don’t do it, Lyra. You know the consequences of saying yes to a Drink or Dare game.” Avery warned her.
Lyra held back the urge to laugh. She was about to answer when her phone rang.
The room went silent as she checked who in their right mind would call her at 9 in the morning. Everyone knew she wasn’t a morning person.
Lyra was surprised to see a number on the screen. Grayson leaned over and raised a brow in question, seeing just the number.
She picked up, “Hello?”
A muffled voice came from the other side of the line, “Hello? Is this Lyra?” He sounded like a male.
Lyra paused for a second, she knew that voice. But she couldn’t quite put her finger on whose it was.
“Uh— yes. Who is this?” She asked, mildly embarrassed at not being able to recognise the person.
“… Lyra— you seriously don’t recognise me?” The other person asked sounding genuinely hurt.
Lyra paused again, wracking her brain cells cause she was damn sure she knew this person. And then it clicked.
“HOLY SHIT— HARRY????” Lyra screamed, quite literally springing up, off of her seat on the sofa.
Her embarrassing past began to catch up to her the moment she said Harry’s name out loud.
Harry. Harry Smith. Her childhood friend and also her… first boyfriend.
Lyra suddenly felt the need to crawl out of her skin, dig up a ditch in the floor and die.
Harry and Lyra were friends in the past. They were raised in the same neighbourhood and talked a fair amount of times.
She liked to dance and was fairly good looking, he also liked to dance and thought she looked pretty. So he asked her out. And she said yes. That’s it. No real reason. Just cuz.
Lyra mentally screamed into the abyss. I mean— they were middle schoolers. Can you blame them? Lyra had thought that maybe dating would get her mind off… things for a while.
She had been wrong. So they broke it off literally two days later. No hugs, no kisses, just one failed date.
Lyra realised that everybody was staring at her now. She nervously signalled for them to give her a minute and walked out to the balcony.
She heard Harry laughing on the other side of the line.
“Yes. It’s me. Thank god— I thought you might have Alzheimer's or something.” He joked. Lyra let out a forced laugh.
She didn’t hate Harry. They had continued being friends after their little ‘dating phase’ but eventually grew apart when Lyra moved away from Miles End.
This is bloody awkward. She thought to herself. She hated making conversation. It made her feel like she wasn’t herself again.
Lyra took a deep breath, “Anyways, what’s up? It’s been a while.” Said Lyra, finally.
Harry huffed, “I know right. College was crazy. I thought about contacting you a few times but I didn’t really know how to reach out to you.”
Lyra gave a non committed ‘hmm’.
There shared a few moments of awkward silence and Lyra contemplated jumping off the balcony. She scratched the thought though once she realised that the balcony itself wasn’t very high off the main ground.
I’d have to jump like— twice to die from here.
“Well, my stupid ass finally realised I could just ask your parents for you phone number. They were ecstatic.” He laughed.
Lyra gave a small smile at the mention of her parents, “I swear, they think I have no friends.” She said, rolling her eyes.
“Well, can you blame them? You were a loner.” He said, matter of factly. She hated that he was right.
“Gee, did you call me to make fun of me?” Lyra asked, jokingly.
And so they continued, catching up with one another for what felt like forever. Lyra didn’t exactly enjoy the entire thing. The Lyra Kane Harry had known wasn’t actually her.
It was the facade she had on for everyone as to seem alright. Like a normal little girl. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Not after everything. Not after Grayson.
Lyra turned around to see Max and Avery waiting for her on the other side of the balcony door with a questioning look. She gave them both a smile.
“Anyways, we should really meet up again— it’s been like— forever since we last met each other .” Said Harry, as enthusiastic as ever.
Oh hell no. Was Lyra’s immediate thought. She wasn’t ready to meet everyone from her past just yet. She needed time. To heal. To be herself again with no room for doubt.
“Haha, yeah. I’ll consider when I can come over to Miles End.” She replied.
Lyra said her goodbyes and hung up, facing her two, extremely nosy friends. She could hear the others chatting away in the ‘conference room’.
“Anddddd who is this Harry?” Asked Max, with an intrigued expression. Oh the gossip queen she was.
“Don’t ask.” Said Lyra, visibly exasperated. This only interested the two girls more.
“An old neighbour?” Suggested Avery. Lyra shook her head.
“An old friend?” Tried Max. Lyra shook her head again.
“An.. acquaintance?” Said Avery. Lyra gave her a look.
“Oh! An old dance buddy?” Asked Max, not taking the hint, something she had picked up from her boyfriend.
Lyra considered the term ‘an old dance buddy.’ Sure. They had danced together before.
“Yeah— something like that.” Lyra replied.
Avery was giving Lyra an assessing look while Max’s eyes lit up, “Oh no honey, there is more to the faxing story. Something good.” Max said ever so dramatically.
Lyra made the mistake of shooting her a nervous look. Trying to get her to drop it. And she saw the moment it clicked for the two best friends.
Avery looked absolutely floored, “No way.” She said.
But it wasn’t Avery that Lyra was worried about. She turned to Max, “Max. Listen to me.”
Max opened her mouth. Avery turned to her best friend, “Calm down Max.”
“I am calm. Totally. Just— let me just make sure my assumption is correct,” Max turned to Lyra, “Is he your.. ex?” She asked.
Avery looked over to Lyra, anticipation visible in both of their eyes.
Lyra sighed in defeat, “First boyfriend as well as my only ex. It’s not what you think—”
“EXCUSE ME— FIRST BOYFRIEND???” Avery and Max screamed at the exact same time. Lyra smacked a hand to her forehead. Fuck. This was going to be complicated.
The conference room went silent and Lyra felt her embarrassment as a physical thing. God forbid a girl try to prevent a simplistic thing from turning into a dramatic disaster.
Lyra gave them both a look. Avery sent her an apologetic smile while Max just looked gobsmacked. Lyra didn’t know whether it was normal to want to giggle in this kind of a situation.
The three girls walked back into the ‘conference room’. Lyra prayed all the while that maybe, just maybe, they all shut up for another reason.
Maybe Nash got his younger brothers to finally listen to him. Or Xander managed to duct tape everyones mouth shut.
But the moment the door opened and she saw everyone stare on at her, she knew her prayers were pointless. She sighed.
“It isn’t what you think.” Lyra said, trying to calm everyone’s curiosity. She was miserably failing.
Lyra glanced over at Grayson to see how he felt about the entire situation. In all honesty, if Grayson were to hide any of his previous relationships from her, she would be upset.
But Lyra hadn’t tried to hide it. She had just… forgotten?
Thankfully, Grayson looked fine, he was just staring at her, expecting an explanation.
“We were childhood friends and middle schoolers. We gave it a shot just for the funzies, it took us two days to realise that dating was not our thing. That’s all.” She explained, taking her seat on the sofa next to Grayson again.
“That’s alllll?~~~” Asked Thea, who finally decided to stop scrolling Instagram and look up from her phone. Lyra sent her a livid glare.
Soon after, everyone fell back into flow again. Lyra looked over at her boyfriend, “Gray?” She asked, knowing fully well that Grayson would understand the question.
Grayson looked at her and smiled, “It’s fine, Lyra. If he’s a childhood friend, you can talk to him. I won’t take away your freedom.” Lyra gave him a small smile and nuzzled closer to him.
It only took her a few moments to realise that, no. Grayson was not alright with what had went down.
He had stopped talking completely, he wore no expression— which was his go to poker face when he wanted to hide his feelings, his eye brows were slightly furrowed and he was zoning out.
No. He was not okay.
The conversation ended swiftly as everyone agreed upon the games of Drink or Dare and Strip Bowling. Classics.
When Lyra and Grayson finally reached their shared bedroom in the huge ass Hawthorne mansion, Lyra spoke up.
“Gray.” A demand. Look at me.
Grayson did just that. “I’m fine Lyra. You can do whatever you want.” He replied, nonchalantly. A little too nonchalantly.
“Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. Do you seriously think that hiding things from me will do you any good?” She questioned with a singular raised brow. He didn’t answer.
“Especially when it’s about me?” She pried. Grayson sighed.
Lyra closed the distance between them and took both of Grayson’s hands in her own, “Talk to me when you need to, Gray.” She said.
Grayson held her gaze, “… I’m not…” he took a second, “especially fond of this new figure.” He managed. Lyra blinked once, then she blinked again.
And then she burst out laughing. Grayson raised a brow at her but his smile gave him away.
“And what are you laughing at Ms. Kane?” He asked, amusement evident in his voice.
“eSpECiALlY fONd Of tHiS nEW fIGurE??” She managed in between gigggles. Grayson’s smile widened.
“It’s the truth.” He huffed. “Just.., simplified.”
Lyra finally composed herself, “and if I ask for the non-simplified version?”
Grayson looked at her for a moment.
“I don’t want him around you. I don’t like you talking to him. I might want to snap his neck.” He deadpanned. Lyra fell into a fit of giggles again and this time Grayson joined her.
Lyra would never get used to his honey-coated laughs.
“That’s a bit much, don’t you think, asshole?” She asked, a huge smile still plastered across her face.
Grayson turned towards the bathroom door, prepared to take a shower, “Not at all.”
Lyra laughed again as Grayson picked up his towel. Just then, Lyra’s phone rang once more.
Lyra grabbed it and read the display name before showing it to Grayson.
Harry.
Grayson made a face and it took everything in Lyra not to break down laughing again. She picked up, maintaining eye contact with her boyfriend.
“Hello?” She said.
“Lyra! Hi.” Harry replied, seemingly walking somewhere.
Lyra turned to walk out the door not wanting to disturb Grayson, “You called agai—”
She was cut off by Grayson suddenly grabbing her wrist. She whipped her head around but Grayson simply led her over to the bed. He plopped himself down, pulled Lyra towards him and kept her in his embrace.
Lyra went mute. She suddenly felt the need to hang up her phone—or break it, whichever one was faster, and kiss the boy who was currently resting his face against her stomach.
Grayson looked up at her and urged her to go on. Lyra put the phone on speaker, “H-hello—” she asked, her voice sounding squeaky and flustered.
She felt Grayson smirk against her and she wanted to smack him on the head for it.
“Lyra? You ok? Where’d you go all of a sudden?” Harry asked, Lyra felt Grayson frown upon listening to Harry’s voice and she held back a giggle.
“Sorry. There was— something. I— YOU NEEDED SOMETHING??” She asked or screamed. Or something in between, she didn’t know. Grayson did that to her.
Harry paused for a moment, “Uh— yeah, Right! So I met your mom on accident right after we hung up.”
“Mhm.” Lyra said, trying to focus on Harry’s words instead of the man who had her in between his legs and held onto her for dear life.
“Andd we were discussing things. She was surprised to know that we already talked since apparently, a certain somebody doesn’t pick up their moms phone.” Lyra winced. That was true. She needed some space for a while.
“Aha— guilty as charged your honour.” She replied. Harry chuckled.
“Honestly, Lyra, she’s so worried about you— you really should come by.” Harry said. Lyra replied with a ‘hmm’. Lyra could swear she heard Grayson murmur “Desperate bastard.”
“Anyways, she told me to tell you to pick up her phone calls and come over since your vacations have started.” Harry said.
“Uhhh, yeah sure, I’ll have to check with my people first.” Lyra said trying to ignore the fact that her, suddenly clingy Hawthorne, nuzzled closer at the ‘my people’ part.
“Mmk, you do that. What are you doing at university for vacations anyways? Don’t tell me you’re studying.” Harry said, adding a sigh. Lyra looked down at Grayson to se him making a face the screamed “does this man ever shut up?” She coughed to cover her laugh.
Now how was Lyra supposed to tell Harry that she practically jumped at the chance to spend a few months with Grayson right after her college semester was over?
“Ah— well, I’ve been hanging out with my friends and—” Lyra didn’t get a chance to complete her sentence.
“Boyfriend.” Grayson finished, seemingly satisfied with hugging her for now. She tried not to acknowledge the fact that she immediately missed his embrace. She failed.
Silence. “What?” Said Harry, finally.
Lyra was about to sit down next to Grayson so that he could talk but Grayson just pulled her down onto his lap and Lyra ascended for a second.
Lyra looked to him, knowing fully well how red she must have been by now. Grayson simply signalled for her to continue.
“I— nothing, I’ve just been hanging out with my people.” She said, the butterflies reaching her head. Lyra had officially lost the ability to form coherent sentences without stuttering.
Obviously, she smacked Grayson’s arm as a result. Grayson chuckled, not loosening his hold on her.
“Uh huh.” Said Harry, sounding sceptical. Grayson murmured something along the lines of “what’s he so suspicious for?” and Lyra couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh! Your mom says that she’s happy you’re rekindling your old relationships.” Said Harry, ignoring Lyra’s odd behaviour.
“Friendships.” Grayson corrected. Lyra laughed.
“.. Lyra are you okay?” Harry sounded genuinely concerned.
“Y-yes I’m fine— sorry what?” She said, suppressing her laughter as Grayson pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“… Um— is this a bad time?” He asked.
“Yes,” Grayson replied, not bothering to try and keep his voice inaudible to the phone this time.
“… Who is this— Where’d you go, Lyra?” Lyra felt almost bad for Harry.
“I’m Lyra’s boyfriend. And, yes, she’s busy, this is a bad time.” He replied. Lyra shot him a look but her smile didn’t seem to be willing to seize.
“B- BOYFRIEND?? SHE WAS WITH HER— OH— oh. OH!! THATS WHY SHE WAS SO FLUSTERED. THIS MUST BE SO AWKWARD FOR HER WITH ME BEING—” Harry was cut off by Grayson.
“It doesn’t matter who you are. She wasn’t awkwarded out.” Grayson stated in the cold tone he used to scare people off. Lyra could hear the unspoken words, by the likes of you.
“Don’t be rude, Gray.” Lyra whispered to him.
“You asked me to be honest.” Grayson replied, innocently. Lyra wicked him on the arm again playfully.
“… I’m just gonna hang up now.” Said Harry before hanging up.
Lyra and Grayson sat their in silence staring at each other for a while.
“Why does he talk so much?” Grayson asked, finally.
Lyra raised her brow in response.
“Like— didn’t you both literally just talk, why does he feel the need to continue talking again?” He said.
Lyra didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Just pass on the message your mom gave him and shut the fuck up.” Grayson stated matter of-factly, and Lyra almost fell off Grayson’s lap when she saw a pout form on his face.
Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. Pouting. God, she had been blessed. Pouting shouldn’t have looked as good on him as it did.
“Grayson,” Lyra said as he met her gaze, “You’re jealous.” She stated.
Grayson stared at her for a while. “That I am, sweetheart. I don’t like him.” He said. Lyra smiled.
“You don’t have to. I don’t plan on talking to him much.” She replied. Grayson ‘hmm’ed in response, something still bothering him.
Lyra rolled her eyes, he was being incredibly petty, “No, we didn’t kiss. Or hug. Or cuddle. Or any of that stuff. Just one failed date.” She said.
Then, Grayson actually smiled, “So, I’m your first?” He asked, satisfied. Lyra rolled her eyes a second time.
“Yes. You are.” She replied.
Eventually Grayson and Lyra got up since he needed to shower.
“Alright, you should shower now. I’ll go use the other washroom.” Lyra stated, turning around.
“Or.” Grayson said and Lyra stopped, facing him again.
Grayson leaned in and whispered something directly into her ear. Lyra went red.
“G-GRAYSON???!!!!”
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What Grayson said? I’ll leave that up to ur imaginations.
BRO IDK JEALOUSY FICS ISTG. But I had this ask for a while so I figured I might as well 😭🥹🙏🏻
This plot came to me in the shower lmfao—
@alwaysthefangirl , @lyrakanefanatic
Constructive Criticism ❤️❤️❤️✨
(@haniya1234, I’m late, but I’m here 😔😌✨ I couldn’t think of a nice premise for before dating so this turned out to be after 😭😭🙏🏻, apologies 😭🥹🙏🏻 ENJOYYY.)
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charsoamerican · 5 months ago
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Kai and paedyns trope:
enemies to friends to almost lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to acquaintances ( what it seems like based on the most recent quotes from fearless)
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charsoamerican · 5 months ago
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my science teacher called me a badass and now I’m really happy
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charsoamerican · 5 months ago
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having health anxiety is not for the weak
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charsoamerican · 5 months ago
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bye I’m actually so inactive 😭
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charsoamerican · 5 months ago
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does anybody else feel like they literally dont have the ability to give criticism to anything 😭 like i genuinely dont know whats wrong with me but its like once i decide i like something i love everything even associated (this is about like books and movies btw) because like when the grandest game came out I drank that up!! like i honestly loved it and was so excited, then i came on here and saw everyone saying how sloppy and lazy the writing was, same with games untold, i wish i could give that criticism but i just cant and then people on goodreads say jlb needs to end the series soon because shes milking, but like i would happily read a book every year for the rest of my life about the tig characters, can anyone tell me why i do this 😭??, and its not even because i only read shittily written books, one of my more recent reads was the secret history and i LOVED it,i wish i could give that kind of criticism but I just become so obsessed when I love something
anyway sorry for the rant and if it doesnt make sense 😓😋
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charsoamerican · 5 months ago
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the amount of books that are coming out in 2025 that I’m looking forward to is insane but they all come out way later in the year so for now I’m just suffering
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charsoamerican · 5 months ago
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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.
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charsoamerican · 5 months ago
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i don’t wanna see anybody who voted him acting surprised bc I know fully well I’m not (jk ppl who voted for him probably agree!!)
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charsoamerican · 6 months ago
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I just started crying bc my cookie dough ice cream didn’t have enough cookie dough in it
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charsoamerican · 6 months ago
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OH MY GOD. I HATE MEN SO MUCH LIKE EWWWW GET AWAY FROM ME I NEEVER WANT YOU TO COME NEAR ME AGAIN YOU FAT FUCKING SLUT LIKE S09DIUFYGBNSKIDUF EWWWWWW DISGUSTING DISGUSTING NO ONE WANTS YOUR DISGUSTING FACE YOU WHORE GET AWAY FEOM MEEEEE I NEED A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST EVERY MAN ALIVE RIGHT NOW ALSO MEN IN GRAVES TOO THEY JUST EWWWW IF YOU HAVE XY CHROMOSOMES PLEASE NEVER EVER EVER COME NEAR ME YOU DISGUSTING SLUT
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charsoamerican · 7 months ago
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HELP ME THIS IS SO SO SO RANDOM but i just watched this vid
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AND REMI AND RYAN ARE SO CUTE LIKE THEY LITERALLY SPOKE LIKE THEY WERE IN A BOOK
watch this rn I swear it’s not as cringe as it looks??
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