#mrs-jameson-hawthorne

[mrs-hawthorne-bellingham]

PART 3 OF JAMESON HAWTHORNE IRL (YES, I'M TURNING THIS INTO A SERIES)

As many of you have seen from my previous post about this wonderful event, I met Jamie irl and our moms are friends from uni!! I called him at 1 am where we live and talked for nearly an hour. We had talked at the embassy for a while, but we really got to know each other and our full names (his middle and last name are even better). So his full name is James Maxime Beaumont and he's part FRENCH. LIKE WTF?????? Yeah, I actually asked him if he had heard of tig and reminded him of how I said that he looked like Jameson, but guess what?! MY MAN'S READ THE FIRST BOOK!! HE ALSO HAS TWO BROTHERS, GABRIEL AND THEODORE (I'LL TRY TO SET SOME OF YALL UP). He made the dumbest jokes and when I asked him to ask me a riddle (yes @f4iry-bell, I asked him) and you know which riddle he asked me???? "What can be touched but can't be seen?" Out of the millions of riddles he could've asked, he picked this one?!?!? And you bet it touched my heart 😉(please tell me someone understood that). We just rambled on and on about the weirdest things and it was really comforting for some reason. WE'RE ALSO GOING TO MEET UP WHEN OUR MOMS DO!! I CAN'T WAITTTTTT

AHHHH UFHA IUGBHYEHRRR KQRARVGK

MORE UPDATES ABOUT THIS COMING SOON!!!

*BTW, THE LAST AND MIDDLE NAMES I GAVE HIM ARE SIMILAR BUT DIFFERENT FROM HIS REAL NAME. I BASED THEM ON HIS REAL NAME, BUT THEY ARE DIFFERENT. I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO HAPPEN TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND JUST AS I MEET HIM*

@f4iry-bell @jamcarven @his-littlefox @jkriordanverse

[riddles-n-games]

Timber is the song that gets Phone Girl and Gigi pulling Grayson onto the dance floor from some dark corner in the club where he's pitifully trying to hide with his super dryass martini with Xander and Jameson hyping him up in the background.

[dmumtbz]

i’m sorry but i will forever be screaming about maggie writing “The Lynch Brothers. The Brothers Lynch” and then mf jennifer being all like “the brothers hawthorne” AS IF U DONT KNOW WHAT THAT WOULD DO TO ME

[jkriordanverse]

I realized being a moot did not have a badge and I MEAN IT SHOULD HAVE ONE but i didnt rly see any online so i made one myself :D

send this badge to your moots (or by tagging) because everyone deserves it :D

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[inmyheaddd]

JAMESON TAKES AVERY ON A HELICOPTER RIDE

fearless - averyjameson

wc: 570 a/n: my parents everyone!! masterlist

avery had been sat at her desk all day, settling her charities, talking with lawyers, working on the yearly addition to the hawthorne house, — all in all, she was overworking herself. 

jameson could sense it with just one look at her, even when she insisted she was all good. the way her eyebrows were in a constant frown and her lips always seemed tense; it told him everything.

in all honesty, he wanted to kiss all her tension away, whisk her out of that damned chair, and bring her somewhere far, far away from her work for a while. 

but that was irresponsible, reckless, and impulsive. 

but who would jameson hawthorne be if not those three words?

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“you,” jameson said, grabbing her hands and pulling her out of her desk’s chair, “need to get up. come with me.” avery stumbled on her feet for a second as he dragged her along, before matching her pace to his fast one, “hey, what are you doing? i need to-“

“heiress,” he cut off her stressed rambling, “don’t worry about it. just follow me.” his head turned for a brief moment to send her a grin.

“well, how am i not supposed to worry about it?” she scoffed in disbelief. “what if i pulled you up and out of your chair and started dragging you to an unknown location?” her voice took on a hint of sarcasm as she spoke.

she was evidently on edge, working all day and dealing with far too many things. 

his smile widened as he turned around, walking backwards but still holding her hand. 

she could feel her stress dissolving at the mere sight of her boyfriends grin, because she knew he was just trying to make her feel better. “well then, avery, i would be smiling ear to ear, living out my wildest dreams.”

she pressed her lips together trying to hide her grin, but it was useless because a laugh escaped anyway. “you’re so strange.” 

“thankyou. people say it’s one of my best qualities.“ he turned back around, a smile on his face and satisfied that avery was no longer as anxious. 

“… what people?” 

he paused, “just, you know… people.”

—

avery eventually realised he was leading her to the helicopter pad — one of his favorite places in existence, and a frequent place where their dates started.

—

as he handed her the helicopter headset, she asked him a question. “can i drive the helicopter this time?” 

he strapped on his own headset as he spoke. “you see, i would say yes, but i’ve unfortunately been a victim of being in a car when you drive. so it’s a no from me.” 

her jaw went slack. “a victim?”

“yes. a victim. i could teach you, if you’d like.” his grin only widened at her expression. “i know it’s already hopeless for you with driving, but i truly believe that with enough practice—“ 

she almost laughed in spite of herself, “—alright, that’s enough from you.” she cut him off, trying to hide the smile on her face because she knew on some level he was right. her driving was sometimes atrocious. 

she pushed past jameson and climbed in, “get in the helicopter, mr dramatic passenger.” 

he gasped in mock offense, “are you victim blaming me?” he exaggerated, bringing a hand to his chest as he walked over to the pilot seat door. 

she rolled her eyes jokingly as he simply stood outside the door with his dramatics. but she ended up laughing at his antics anyway, which was his goal all along. 

“yes. now get in.” 

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[blaaaaa3451]

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne...

My Boy’s so pretty :)

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is the type to draw circles on your waist and whisper sweet Nothings in your ear when you're nervous, the type to make sure you walk on the sidewalk away from the road, the type to keep you from the camera view, or help cook dinner when you're tired. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne would whine at you pulling away from his touch, this boy is cuddly, let him love you. Hold you, one finger Lazily dragging against the dip of your hips as you two sleep <3

[morganwrites12672]

Trouble

Platonic Hawthorne Brothers x Hawthorne!Reader

Summary: "I was wondering if I could get a Hawthorne!reader doesn't like Avery when she shows up for the reading of the will, reader doesn't get anything from her grandfather, and her brothers comfort her because she has nothing" (request)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request @thatgrrlpoet ! I'm sorry it took so long for me to write.

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Y/n didn't like Avery from the beginning. The girl seemed like trouble to her. She had never heard the name, she also didn't remember her face. A subtle frown tugged on her lips as she practically glared at the girl. Why would a random stranger be in her grandfather's will? It didn't make sense.

Her nerves were a mess as she waited for the will to be read. All of the Hawthorne's had finally showed up. Even if Nash had been late, and if Jameson was already drunk. She really needed to speak with him about his drinking habits. It was becoming constant. She would worry about that later, maybe talk to one of her other brothers first.

She quickly was snapped out of her thoughts as Mr. Ortega started reading the will. She had been distracted by Zara and Skye arguing. And maybe she had decided to stop paying as much attention as she should to todays events. She looked back to Me. Ortega anxiously.

"To my grandchildren, Nash Westbrook Hawthorne, Grayson Davenport Hawthorne, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne, Y/n Y/m/n Hawthorne, And Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne, I leave...." he paused for a moment before continuing. "Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars..." Y/n stopped listening after that.

What did he mean? Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a piece was nothing compared to the over forty billion dollar fortune. And he hadn't said anything about the estates. She glanced back to Avery. What had this girl done?

"The remainder of my assets," Mr Ortega continued, "including all properties, monetary assets, and worldly possessions not otherwise specified, I leave to Avery Kylie Grambs."

The room exploded in a chorus of angry voices. Zara and Skye were upset that they received nothing, and Grayson looked like he might just kill Avery. His gaze was deadly as he stared at the girl, jaw clenched. Jameson was too drunk for many emotions, he but he looked very curious. And then their was Nash...

Nash looked surprised, but not like he cared very much. He never had about the families issues. Not after how horrible he had been treated by their grandfather. He realized it was toxic and got out.

Y/n left the room, going to an empty hallway. She leaned her head back, taking a deep breath. Nash appeared. He had his coat, and looked like he was probably on his way out. He gave her a comforting smile.

"It'll be okay kid," He said softly, leaning against the wall opposite of her. "I don't know how this happened... but I'm sure you'll figure it out. Good luck. And don't beat yourself up over it," he said as he gave her a hug and made his exit.

She mumbled several curse words before making her way back to her room. Whenever she arrived there, she could see Grayson waiting for her. To think, just yesterday the entire Hawthorne family thought either Grayson or Y/n would inherit the fortune. They had always been the most heir apparent Hawthorne's.

"I'm going to figure out how she did it," Grayson said coldly. He looked determined. He had to figure out how this mystery girl had manipulated his grandfather. There was no way some random stranger would get the entire fortune. Not whenever Tobias Hawthorne had spent years trying to mold his grandchildren into the perfect heirs.

"I'm sure you will," Y/n grumbled, sitting at her desk. She swiveled around in the chair, facing Grayson. She looked up at the ceiling, frustrated.

"It was supposed to be either me or you! Not some girl I've never even heard of!" Grayson said, his voice had lost some of its edge though.

Y/n shrugged, moving to sit on the bed next to Grayson. She patted his shoulder. She might be upset, but Grayson seemed even more upset. She had always thought he had the better chance so she wasn't as certain it would have been her. But for it to be a random girl? That was completely unexpected.

"I'm sure we will figure it out," She said with a soft sigh. Grayson nodded, standing to exit her room. He stopped in her doorway, looking back at her.

"I'll be back in the morning. I'll see what I can find tonight," He said before leaving and closing the door behind him.

Y/n had barely had time to change into some sweatpants, before Xander flew into her room. She shouted a curse as he bursted into her room. He gave her a smile, holding up a plate of scones.

"I know you're upset.... so you can have a blueberry one," He said with a smile as he plopped down on her bed. He crossed his legs and sat the plage of scones down. "And, I didn't even use the secret passage because it pisses you off."

She couldn't help the smile that brightened her face as she grabbed a blueberry scone. Xander grabbed a lemon one.

She would figure this out, with the help of her brothers or course. Nothing would ever be too difficult for a Hawthorne to figure out. Not with the way that their grandfather had guided, and trained, their minds to work.

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Thank you so much for this request! I loved getting to write it.

My requests are currently open!

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ THE GRANDEST GAME

["Riddles are for people who enjoy playing,” .... “Do you consider yourself playful, Mr. Hawthorne?”]

| ✮ 4 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [!!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!] this is very long guys sorry

ok so *cracks knuckles* lets talk about tgg

!!warning i'm finishing this like four days after i read tgg so i might've forgotten things because reading until 2am and remembering what i read is apparently a hard thing for me to do!!

first of all.... JLB, you and i need to have a chat because that ending was not okay. you literally just left us with no answers. seriously. what the hell????? and while i wanna kick my feet and scream because we got two kisses and then you had to go ahead and ruin it in the span of two or three pages and give us that shitty ending.

i would like to point out one question i had through out the book, which was why was grayson playing? what was the point of that???? like seriously was there an actual need for him to play or was it just jameson, avery, xander and nash fucking with him? whatever it was it didn't make sense and just felt like jlb was trying to shove lyra and grayson into forced proximity so they could interact.

speaking of thatttt i love graysonlyra and rohansav (more thoughts on sav later) the banter the looks the touches the everything i love it sm omg AND AVERYJAMESON!!!!!!! THE CRUMBS WE WERE GETTING MADE ME SO HAPPY OMG!!! I CAN DIE HAPPY!!

i will say i feel jlb really did pull out all the stops for this book the different levels of everyone's connection and knowledge of how to solve the riddles/puzzles (i was literally CLUELESS) like how does one make all that connect. the level of detail was insane connecting books and characters together just weaving some kind of intricate web of characters.

and at first i did feel like the game felt really short but i think that was just my 2am dumbass brain forgetting this is only the first part of the game lol. i did kinda hope there would be more like running around and trying to solve things on the actual island not stuck in a house though but who knows whats happening in the next book soooo

it did get very confusing there with calla (who is fucking INSANE BY THE WAY!!! SHE TORTURED KNOX??? WTF????) and the whole calla lily thing with lyra and odette was confusing af. so its like calla (the person) has a connection with knox and brady and then a calla lily has a connection with odette and lyra (also kinda gray cause he knows abt it i guess)

and and and and im a die hard gigislate shipper (and brady daniels hater) so im praying that we get an enemies to lovers with gigi and slater where he's forced to be mean/hate or wtv because of *gags* eve and then its like oop no im breaking you out of here idc what eve thinks because i only care abt you. ESPCIALLY because gigi was talking abt how no ones ever looked at her the way jameson looks at avery throughout the book (SOMEBODY HIRE ME FR)

OK THATS ENOUGH RAMBLING ITS TIME TO FOR THE CHARACTERS

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

lyra - ok i love her. she was such a good strong character it was so much fun to read about her interactions (with grayson 😏) she was actual so wife material but idk why i felt like i wasnt allll that into her character too much like i love her but didn't really feel connected with her?? idk she was a very good fmc to read about tho!! but i do wanna know about miles end and her whole connection with her dead dad (who btw is an ass who tf kills themself in front of a FOUR YEAR OLD???) and whoever's stalking here (honestly i had a whole ass thing thinking its ALL PROBABLY EVE LIKE SHE WOULDA DONE THAT MUCH RESEARCH OR SOMETHING or maybe eve was js there for gigi) but now i think it might've been something to do with alice. who knows honestly

gigi - this is my time to shineeeeee. if gigi has zero fans i am dead (and slater bc im delusional like that) i love gigi so much omg. she's my no 1 girl i love her. my girl just needs someone to love her fr she talks through out the book about how she wants to be looked at with so much love (she thought it was brady BUT NO EW) i loved reading from her perspective abt how she just wanted to prove that she was good enough to be in the game AND SHE IS!!! im still bitter about her getting kicked out of the game - AND IM NOT EVEN GONNA TOUCH ON THE WHOLE KIDNAPPING AT THE END (GIGISLATE ENEMIES TO LOVERS WHEN????)

rohan - marry me. thats it. honestly just marry me. u need to work on ur nicknames tho- it was super interesting to read about his way of think and the whole labyrinth thingy lol. there wasn't too much more about his backstory tho WHICH IM SO INVESTED IN FR. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS FIRST MEMORY IS DROWNING????

savannah - girboss fr. she could step on me and i'd say thank you. its really interesting to me how (obviously) she's been manipulated by eve and it'll be super interesting to see how jlb will play out her whole revenge plan. she's extremely driven which is admirable and a good characters (she's literally like a female grayson imo - which also reminds me of that one scene where she goes "i am grayson hawthornes sister" which made me smile so big fr)

there are so many characters oml

knox - ok so my buddy boy knox. broski, brozilla, broville, brother from another mother, u need a hug? i didn't really like him in the beginning tbh he was a moody lil girl working through his issues. but after a while when he warmed to gigi it was nice to see the softer side to him (which tbh wasnt for very long until oop trauma dumpppp) but seriously oml knox baby the scar???? imma find calla fr (jlb cant write new characters also why complicate the shit out of everything and have a calla lily be relevant to lyra and also have calla be a person???) i did like how sweet/soft he was with gigi when she fell though that warmed my heart.

odette - iconic grandma shit tbh. she was third wheeling the entire time and at some points actually seemed like she was shipping them but then two seconds later she was warning them? saying no? idk the whole 'seizure' thing seems faker than eve's lies. and the fact she instantly gave brady the watch after gigi said no. like um what about knox? idk if thats js my brady hate coming through here though so yeah idk if i trust her or not (bet everyone is working for eve except for gigi, lyra and rohan)

grayson - marry me. love me. choose me. pls. i'd do ANYTHING. my simping for this man aside. IT WAS SO GODDAMN REFRESHING TO SEE A HEALING GRAYSON. like yes. it made me so happy to see him admit he was wrong but also know that its okay to be wrong skdjhaasd. this is so short because i love him and cant write proper thoughts about him fr.

brady - *cracks even more knuckles* brady daniels....... you know i've always wanted to know what it'd be like to write a hate paragraph. i guess im finding out now. i hate him. literally. i have unbridled hate for this man - who by the way still shocks me that he's only 20 he acts like he saw the fucking first world war. its one of the reasons i never liked him like he sooo took advantage of gigi's smartness and kindness like HE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING during the game gigi carried the entire team and when she refused to take odette's watch and then him instantly taking it. ICKKKK don't even mention how he lied abt his mom like dude just admit it you knew you were fucking cooked in that fight and the only way you could win was by lying. AND WHAT ABOUT THE WHOLE BOMBSHELL ABOUT HOW (i cant remember his name but the dude who raised knox, calla and brady) died??? and then being a little shit and dropping gigi's heart. like we get it u dumbass man child u think you're clever cause u can speak so many languages and read even more but NO. i was onto you, i never trusted your crusty old man ass. like he even touched gigi without her permission (on the stomach) which so gross to me, the dogshit under my shoe can do better than you brady. seriously. i hate him. i'm the leader and founder of the I HATE BRADY DANIELS CLUB. so thats at least something to sate my anger. help this got so long 😭

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [i'm putting like two because this already wayyyyy to long for anyone to actually bother reading.]

"you will come back to me, or i will make you come back to me." - grayson

"Beside Avery, Jameson was looking at her like she was the sun and the moon and the stars and eternity, all rolled into one." - gigi

"give me your eyes sweetheart." - grayson

if you're here at the end of this *APPLAUSE* i commend you on getting through that kilometre of my shit thoughts. have a piece of cake 🍰

[xo-zozo]

ok ok that jameson social media hcs post was so good so can I request the rest of the hawthorne brothers on social media :)

aww tysm!! ofc

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grayson 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

he definitely dosent post/go on social media as much as jameson or xander

the few times he does post it’s either for a birthday or for things that are happening with the foundation and the grandest game

occasionally he does lyra though (you’re welcome i mentioned her)

says that only has instagram and no other socials (that he uses) but he secretly has a pinterest account that only max knows out about somehow

although he dosent post that much he definitely comments things on his brothers posts about how low key stupid they are

another kind of thing he would post would be his photography (which by the way did we just come up with this because i don’t remember this being mentioned in the books i’m just going for it)

he posts avery and jameson’s wedding photos because he was the one who took some of them

along with those cute photos he posts weird photos of jameson as a kid in honor of him getting married

everytime he posts there’s always people in his comments asking him to get a snapchat

his posts usually don’t have captions for some reason unless it’s really important

xander 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

like jameson, he posts a lot more on his socials than jameson and nash

he has it all too (instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat, etc) AND somehow manages to stay active on it

on his stories he posts about random nerd stuff that nobody really cares about still watches because he’s a cutie patootie

he posts all of the gifts that he gives max because it’s like what he’s most proud of

makes an instagram post for every single occasion (birthdays, holidays, trips, etc)

somehow manages to reply to most of the comments on his posts (he dosent get out much)

whenever he posts max, he’s required to her parents accounts just because they said so (idek it just makes sense)

he’ll randomly post a pic of him watching some super popular youtuber and people will go insane

goes to instagram to ask for advice, movie recs, books recs, etc but never ends up taking the advice

if people ask to take photos with him and post it, he reposts it because he’s just so nice

genuinely responds to gossip videos about him and like half of the times he forgets to deny it

sometimes he sees these videos about his brothers or avery and he goes and like actually asks them if it’s true “just to make sure”

nash 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

i feel like he would be a lot like grayson and only post on big events

but unlike grayson, when these events come around his posts are always extravagant

he writes super long captions for libby’s and avery’s and his brothers birthdays and everyone thinks it’s really sweet

sometimes people just notice the fact that he’s liked some videos online and it becomes a meme or something

will literally never comment on things online because he doesn’t wanna start problems

unless someone says something about his loved ones then he’s getting into a whole online bettle with them

sometimes libby is the one posting on his account and he dosent even take down the things that she posts

he definitely has a tumblr account as a teenager and he’s mentioned it in interviews but no one has found it yet

and yet again, somehow max is the only one who knows the username

he definitely posted for mr and mrs laughlin’s anniversary and made everyone else do it just for the cause

the wedding post of him and libby was extraordinary on his account

[f4iry-bell]

hii

can u write a Hawthorne bros fic where gray gets sick while playing their grandpas Saturday game and his bros take care of him aaahh

Sick Baby Grayson.

vvvvvvv short and lazy and meh!

Presenting the shattered glass ballerina to their grandfather the oldest Hawthorne brother won this Saturday morning game. Before he could explain how he won to his brothers he noticed that Grayson was sick. He looked sick, it was obvious.

“Are you okay, Gray?” Nash asked him.

“Yes. I'm perfectly well.” Grayson denied the obvious. Despite his age he always presents himself to be perfect, and he is. But even Grayson Hawthorne gets sick sometimes.

“Yeah, sure.” Nash nodded his head sarcastically. “Jamie, get Mrs. Lauglin. Tell her Gray is not well.”

Jameson followed his older brother’s order.

“Is Gray going to die?” Xander asked.

“I'm not dying.” Grayson assured.

Nash kept his palm on top of Grayson’s forehead. “He just has a temperature.” He stated.

“Should we carry him to his room? I can't carry Gray. He's bigger than me! He's going to die if we don't!” Xander panicked a bit.

“He's not going to die. But it'll be nice if you can convince Grayson to go to bed and wait for Mrs. Lauglin to bring medicines.” Nash said as he crouched down a little infront of Xander.

“Nash, I'm fine.” Grayson tried but failed. It was two against one. Especially one who is convinced that he might die.

_

After some brotherly negotiations, Grayson decided to rest on his bed. Jameson came in with Mrs. Lauglin who was holding a box. She checked his temperature and gave him some tablets.

“You might need an injection.” Jameson told him.

“I know.” Grayson took his tablet.

“And it's going to hurt.” Jameson smiled.

“I'm not afraid of injections, Jamie.” Grayson scoffed.

“Are you sure?”

Grayson was not afraid of injections. He was sure. Or was he?

His tablets made him go to a deep sleep, when he woke up he found all three of his brothers laying on his bed sleeping around him. He also noticed the soup bowl on the nightstand. Grayson didn't like to be vulnerable or weak. But this moment with his brothers made him relax and forget his responsibilities for a moment.

[riddles-n-games]

Exposed

Pairing: N/A Summary: Grayson gets to enjoy a late start for once with his best girl, Tiramisu. Unfortunately, someone decides to spoil that dreamless sleep and expose his closely guarded secret. Puppy cuddles are therapeutic for the soul. Sue him. Length: Moderate Story Type: One Shot

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this is a bit late but this is my dedication to Grayson's birthday appreciation. Originally this was supposed to be a bonus fic after I released my second horse fic but as you can see that hasn't happened so I thought why not just get it done for his bday? (Ok, I know it's past his birthday but ignore that.)

    Disaster struck, tragedy ensued. He was discovered, his secret exposed. The world would know his wrath but world domination would have to wait a bit because at the moment, there was still a snuggly bundle curled up next to him asleep in his arms. He smiled down at her. 

    Tiramisu Panini Hawthorne. The Hawthorne puppy was not so small anymore as she was five months old now but she was just as wriggly, happy, and fluffier than ever. And also a backstabber by choosing him as her favorite Hawthorne which must have been the reason for the flash breakin that woke him. He heard sniggering and hushed voices down the hall which meant two suspects; Xander and Jameson. On an infamous night when a certain incident occurred perhaps involving the tightest pair of leather pants in existence, videos and photos were taken and posted that unfortunately went viral.

    While he managed to deep clean the Internet in only the way Grayson Hawthorne could, the original menac-posters still had the content saved to their devices, several of them. He feared how much new blackmail material they got away with this time. He would scour every corner, surface and dark web, deep cleaning the Internet of all footage just like the first time. He’d get his revenge, he just had to bide his time.     

Grayson would not be dubbed Mr. Cuddles and yes, he would decline the puppy interview to keep his sanity, no matter how many hearts were broken or the adorableness of the pups. He would not yield. This was a call to war; a total and absolute declaration. In such a case, Hawthornes loved getting down in the dirt and Grayson didn’t mind getting his hands dirty to get things squared. Playing dirty meant gloves off; that was the Hawthorne way. So maybe his homicidal mother was right about something after all.

    But till then he’d relax in his bed and enjoy a late morning for once, though the photographer in him was now itching for a photo. The rays of sunlight coming in through the blinds, the way it lit up the carpet and the left side of his bed, the adorable puppy snoozing happily under his comforter- Ah yes, her. She would be his subject but he was too comfortable to get up and he didn’t want to disturb her. Besides, growing puppies still need plenty of sleep.  “Just don’t grow up too quickly,” he whispered. The photoshoot could happen later.

    Suddenly, Tiramisu shifted in his arms and started pawing at his chest, whimpering as the swiping got faster. Nightmare?  Note to self, look into dog dreaming. “Shh, girl. You’re alright.”

   Grayson moved away to avoid getting scratched and quickly turned her over so that her legs were away from him, hugging her tight and readjusting the blanket over them. When he got resettled, he brought a hand to her ear and rubbed gentle circles into the fur with his thumb. He loved her ears; they were super soft, curly, fluffy, and floppy. Oh how time went by; it was funny, he mused, how attached to the puppy he became after a few short months. Who knew that all it took was a puppy to single-handedly turn Grayson Hawthorne into a pile of mush? 

    Yes, so he was wrapped around her cute little paw. He’d hurt anyone who dared make a move. But it’d taken being at his lowest to get where he was now. 

    After Atonement Night, he often found her wandering his wing or lying down at the foot of his door, waiting to be let in. Her tail would instantly start wagging when he approached and those forlorn puppy eyes would stare deep into his soul, so hopeful that he’d let her in and how could he say no to that face? 

     He’d sigh a little dramatically and just before he unlocked the door, she’d get up, waiting expectantly as he scanned the hall for uninvited visitors and extra cameras. When he opened the door, he would pause so she could go in first and prance right past him, heading for his closet. It confused him as to what the pup found so interesting there as he would set down his stuff on and around the desk before heading for the ensuite. Most times he’d leave her be as there were spare clothes in the bathroom but one time he forgot so when he entered the closet, he found her wrapped in old shirts and socks with one of his slippers in her possession. He wasn’t sure what to make of it but she looked too cute and innocent with those big eyes that he just had to take a picture. 

    Some weeks passed and the pattern continued; every time he checked on her, she had his slipper and rested on a particular shirt that he discovered was from his HCD days. She also started staying late into the night in his room, sleeping at the foot of his bed right next to his slippers; another photo op. Eventually that too changed as when he woke early to swim, a chocolate brown lump would greet him at the edge of his bed which often got him smiling to himself. He would do his best to slip out of bed without disturbing her and before he left, scratched behind her ears and placed a fluffy blanket on top of her. 

    It didn’t take long for him to jump the gun and when he finally caught her sneaking onto the bed one night, he called to her and patted the spot next to him. Tiramisu had all too eagerly bounded toward him, all happy tail wags and pants before she laid her head on his side and settled down. 

    When she fell asleep, Grayson stayed awake, stroking her fur and staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. For the first time he’d realized that something about him was changing; he’d been careless. No, not in a bad way but he hadn’t been paying much attention to his actions for once, at least, in regards to the puppy. Though he remained his usual controlled self wherever he was in the House and in his wing with Tiramisu in tow, he hadn’t bothered acting removed or unaffected by her happy presence. He could just be. Sure, he wasn’t around her much those first few weeks but he hadn’t been cold or distanced when they were alone. It was just that the little happy accidents had finally gotten the ball rolling and pushed them together to start bonding properly. He never relaxed that quickly around anybody so it was a shock to him how quickly he adapted to being laid back and receptive to her in his privacy, his safe space. She made him happier, more smiley (that was still something he didn’t want to easily admit); that was when he knew Xander had been right. No wall was too high or too strong for her to knock down with just a blink of her big eyes. But Xan would never get to know that unless he ran out of secrets to share during Chutes and Ladders which he doubted would ever happen. But most important of all, she made him feel carefree. 

    For so long, he had to keep his guard up and be perfect; that was his curse as heir apparent. Former heir apparent. Eve and Emily, they’d been awful lapses in judgment but dwelling on the past did nothing to wash away the sins. And he’d been learning to let that go, slowly. Spending time with the puppy in his room helped that progress and relieved the ache of responsibility off his shoulders. With Tiramisu, he finally felt that long needed peace and it was nice that she had no expectations of that sort. All she needed was food, water, sleep, and play while all she wanted was a bit of attention, snuggles, walks, and love. Grayson knew he could give that much because what was a dog’s duty as man’s best friend in comparison? 

    They were expected to be loyal, trusting, fearless, protective, playful, and loving. They had to give all of themselves to their purpose and one could beat them, hurt them, scare them into submission, break them completely and a dog would still give and give and give in hopes that they would be enough for their owner’s expectations. That they would be worthy of just a bit of affection that their owner could spare no matter what they went through because it was in their nature. And hadn’t that been him his entire life thus far?

    He’d given and given more every time as he bent over backwards trying to please his grandfather and the world as the heir, as the second eldest, as the one with the brightest future of all his brothers. He dedicated himself wholly; heart, body, mind, and soul to perfecting each talent, every skill, every part of his being to be the perfect well-oiled machine of control. And it was all for naught. But that hadn’t been Avery’s fault. It was just that begged the question, What now? What to do with his life after all he’d been promised and told to do so he could become the rightful successor worthy of his grandfather’s place was ripped right from under him? He didn’t know. The foundation wasn’t going to need him forever and he dropped Harvard so what next? 

    The chocolate Labradoodle obscured that and he’d been immensely thankful for it. She reminded him that there was a time and a place and maybe where he needed to be was just in the right now. He could do that and he would have her to keep that new motto going. Having a new pet in Hawthorne House in general had been good; it gave him and his brothers a change of pace. He looked into the science of pet therapy and the specifics of having a dog as said therapeutic animal. It had to be done from a secret laptop to ensure Xan wouldn’t snoop; he already had too many hacked gadgets, even an old camera! At first, it had been mild interest but the more papers he read and explanations from credited sources, he became more and more invested. It was very a Hawthorne thing for him to do. But in the end, it did serve a purpose as he shifted from needing everything to be perfect.

    When he went home after working into the night at the office and he was too tired to properly function, he gladly scooped up the puppy and leaned his head against her neck as he fell asleep. He didn’t care that he shouldn’t need a cuddle buddy. He started keeping a bag of her favorite treats in a desk drawer and got a dog bed complete with a little pillow and the old swim athletics shirt. Grayson had realized his scent was still on the shirt since he hadn’t washed that one in a long time and she liked his smell so he let her have it. There was also a little basket with some toys wrapped in an old pillowcase but her favorite thing was still his slipper which he amended by getting a new pair so the other single slipper would be hers as well if she wanted. He even came up with a special secret nickname for her that he’d use when no one was around and used it indulgently; Misu. Funny enough, he found out that it was also a real thing, a Korean beverage made of grain powder.

    On sleepless nights, he would start telling her about his day which eventually led to him admitting his fears out loud and whispering his worst secrets in the dark. At first, he tried to refrain but when he forced him to say it, he felt better. It didn’t have to be this way anymore. He could have something better, something he wanted. And anyways, it wasn’t like Tiramisu was going to say anything but knowing that he could confess without fear of judgment or anyone knowing yet before he was ready to share, he felt relief. So much so that sometimes he could feel the sting of tears prickling at the corners of his eyes but he’d swiped them away before they could become fully formed. He wasn’t there yet in his emotional acceptance. Long story short, since then, she’d become his closest confidante and as of the moment, favorite family member. 

    At some point in his mindless reminiscing, somebody had woken up. Grayson had been stroking her fur, letting his hand glide through the curls and when he once again reached the top of her head, he felt eyes on him. He turned his head and saw Tiramisu looking at him in that innocent way that dogs did when they were expecting something. He smiled. “Hi girl, did you sleep well?” 

    She butted her head against his palm gently as he stroked the side of her snout. Then, she got up and shook herself off before stepping over him and sniffed curiously at his neck and shoulders. He scratched her neck in response. 

    “We had some very rude intruders this morning, Misu. Wanna help me get back at them? You distract and I will set up cameras.”

    She licked his nose. He chuckled.

    “I’ll take that as a yes.”

A/N: Well, hope you enjoyed that. See you in the next one. But before I forget, I'm thinking of starting a tag list. Let me know if you want to be put on it for my next fic. Bye!

Bonus:

These were some earlier tries (don't even ask about the dozens of awful attempts which will stay there to purposefully haunt me) that were among my faves. Unfortunately, different AI generators either couldn't get Grayson to look like a young man WITHOUT a beard (they insisted that be a feature almost every time) or they messed up the chocolate brown of Tiramisu. Not to mention the extra limbs, eugh.

[the-eldest-yehawthorne]

howdy, mr. libby’s husband

how’s the kids? who’s the best uncle so far?

The kids are great-and the best uncle is the one who DID NOT feed them RUM @jameson-hawthorne

gray does burst into tears every time he sees them and Xander tried to load them into a catapult for fun

[banilikesfictionalpeople]

Welcome!!

in my cruella de’vil era <3

Basic info:

i’m Bani a desi teen from India who loves books [reading and buying], writing, listening to bollywood music and watching movies and series!

my desi blog: @shutupbani <3

currently reading: the secret history by donna tartt

Shows/Movies/Books:

inheritance games, cruel prince/ folk of the air, lockwood & co., selection, red queen, awae, shatter me, agggtm, enola holmes, marvel, soc, harry potter, stranger things, greenhouse academy, asoue, babysitters club (show), inbestigators, cruella, the princess diaries, mulan, aladdin, tangled, 10 things i hate about you, zootopia, bollywood movies [can’t name them all cuz there are so many], the fault in our stars, conjuring universe, teen titans go and teen titans and a lot more <3

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literally ANY bollywood singer and SO MANY punjabi singers, some songs of sabrina and olivia and many other singers and rappers

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sometimes i may be cringe, also i may overuse ‘<3’ or the heart emojis 💗 and 🫶🏻 so bear with me.

jamie hawthorne stan forever

jurdan, averyjameson, kanej and locklyle 🔛🔝

I reblog and reblog and post endlessly when i’m bored (which is pretty much every time)

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also, don’t be shy to message me about ANYTHING (seriously anything) my dms are open to everyone <3

dni if you are racist, misogynistic, zionist, and creepy in general :)

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[lyrakanefanatic]

♣️ for Grayson and phone girl please pookie 😘😘

OFCCC SINCE THEYRE MY FAVS 🤭🤭

- grayson only likes when phone girl touches his hair, and will get mad if anyone else does (bc mr. prim and perfect always has to have his hair looking nice 🙄😭)

- makes fun of him for wearing suits but actually likes them bc they make him look hot

- grayson asks for her opinion on everything and anything, even if it’s for something stupid, like “should I get this shirt?”, “what should I order? what are you getting?” and ofc “which tie should I wear?”, and it’s not really that he can’t decide, it’s more like he just trusts her judgement 💀

- back to graysons hair again, whenever he has nightmares about emily or his grandfather or something, she plays with his hair for a bit just so he can calm down 💗💗

- won’t let something slide for his brothers but will for her. like grayson will get mad at his brothers for touching his things, or for like pranking him or something like that but will be like “it’s okay ml 🫶” when phone girl does it. jameson pretends to be pissed off, like “ugh why does she get special privileges” but he doesn’t actually mind that much 🤭

- they both have different music tastes but start to like each others favourite artists once they listen to their music

- phone girls camera roll is filled with sunset pics, random photos and like baby pictures, meanwhile graysons is just filled with photos of phone girl (💗)

- both have amazing singing voices but phone girl HATES singing in front of people and finds it cringe and embarrassing

- but she did do it once when she finally felt comfortable enough with the hawthornes 🫶

- as soon as they became official, thea whipped out her phone and showed phone girl the video of grayson singing karaoke in leather pants. safe to say she didn’t shut up about it for a good month 👍😊

- phone girl has a really good relationship with both of grays sisters and acacia, and grayson regularly gets asked when phone girls gonna come visit them again by gigi, acacia and surprisingly savannah (sav loves her and PG loves sav 💗💗)

- whenever it’s april fools jameson and PG do a few pranks against grayson that are so creative that gray struggles to understand how they think of different unique ones EVERY. YEAR.

- PG likes limes (PLEASE tell me someone gets this joke 😭🙏)

- phone girl regularly searches up “grayson hawthorne edits” on tiktok and sends them to grayson to make fun of him 😭

- grayson has an official tiktok account that has only one post but he has a hidden account too for photography and candid videos he likes to take of PG (that surprisingly no one’s found yet)

- phone girl has an official account that she just posts on when she feels like it, but she doesn’t rlly post a lot on there either

THATS ALL THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ILY!! 💗💗

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[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

i saw your post saying you wanted ff requests, and i don't know if this is specific enough for you, if it's not, thats fine and you don't have to do it, but i'd love for you to write an averyjameson fic where avery has a panic attack during an event of some sorts (any reason; reminders of the shooting, etc), and jamie finds her in an empty hallway and comforts her with like forehead kisses and by whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

OOOOO OKAYY (and dw it’s specific enough 💗💗)

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I patted down my dress, hoping to make the time pass by faster. As a result of Jamesons brushes with the law, Alisa dragged us to another fancy party to clear the air around us. The only thing was that tomorrow would mark the official day that my mom died. I wanted to get it off my mind, but it never would. That day will probably haunt me till the day I die. And having to fake smiles, engage in small talk, and pretend like I belong here just makes everything more difficult. I held in a breath as Grayson, Jameson, Nash, and another rich family that Tobias was associated with walked towards me. I forced a smile.

“Hello, Mr and Mrs. Beaumont. How are you enjoying the party so far?” I asked, morphing my face into something pleasant. The truth was, I hadn’t told Jameson that tomorrow marked the day that my mom had died because I wanted to get it off my mind. But now I sort of wished I had somebody who understood what was going on, somebody like Jameson. Mr. Beaumont flashed me a winning smile.

“It’s quite the party, Ms. Grambs. I love the venue, very nice and old fashioned.” He said, smiling. I smiled back.

“Alisa wanted this place to have a cozy, yet elegant feel. I suggested it myself.” Nash said, tipping his hat. I caught Jamesons eye and immediately his smile turned into a frown. I wondered if he could really read the sadness on my face that well, when nobody else had seemed to notice. Is everything okay? He asked with his eyes. I looked away, swallowing. It felt horrible to push Jameson out, but honestly I just wanted to be alone right now. And I can’t tell him what’s going on anyway, with the Beaumonts in front of us. Mrs. Beaumont smiles, her eyes shimmering.

“So, I heard you’re creating a Game, Ms. Grambs?” She asks me. I nod.

“Yes. It involves 7 contestants from all around the world who have a chance to receive millions of dollars, if they can complete and win The Game. It’ll be mostly riddles, puzzles, and games that require your brain power. Me and the Hawthornes, as well as Rebecca and Thea, will be supplying the riddles and puzzles.” I respond. Her smiles widens.

“Well, aren’t you a smart girl? Thinking up riddles all on your own. Your mother must be so proud. I wish I had a girl, but instead I have 3 little boys who wreak havoc on each other.” She said with a laugh. She keeps talking about The Game, but all other conversation fades into background noise as my breathing stops. Your mother must be so proud. Was she proud, my mother? I didn’t know anymore. Because I didn’t know my mother anymore. I was starting to forget her belief in me, her love for me, her laugh, and that fills me up with an emptiness that nothing else ever could. Feeling the tears threaten to burst from my eyes, I butt into Graysons and Mr. Beaumonts conversation.

“I’m sorry, but I have to use the washroom, If you’ll excuse me.” I say, before turning and walking towards the hall. But as tears start to shine my eyes, my walk turns into a run, and suddenly I’m sprinting down the venue towards the exit. I speed past Libby, who’s giving me a wide eyed look and calling out my name, but I didn’t care. I needed to be away from all of this, because it was killing me. I shoved the doors open, gasping as the tears start sliding down my cheeks. I run into an empty hallway and spot a table, with a large white tablecloth blocking the legs of it. I duck under it and sit there, the tablecloth blocking anybody’s view of me, and sob into my knees. The hall was empty, but I still tried my best to cry as quietly as possible. After about 30 seconds of sobbing, I heard footsteps coming into the hall. I sucked in a breath as I tried to stay as quiet as I could, while also listening to see who it was. There wasn’t a voice, but from close to me I could hear a sigh, and immediately recognized it. Jameson. He walks closer, his footsteps getting louder. Suddenly, a breath catches in my throat and I sniff without meaning to. The footsteps stop, and then get way louder. Then, a hand yanks the table cloth up, and Jameson crawls under the table to sit next to me. He doesn’t put a hand around my waist, or kiss me, but instead speaks.

“Y’know, Heiress, we’re probably gonna have to go to another dinner party because of the drama that you sparked at this one.” He said, his voice joking. I didn’t say anything, but the sound of his voice was still comforting, so I soaked it in. Then, he turned to me, a serious look in his eyes.

“Your mother is proud of you. I can’t think of a reason she wouldn’t be.” He said. I turned to look at him, the eye contact making my stomach twist, and tears started to shine my eyes again.

“I just can’t stop wondering if I’m doing it all right. Or if I’m disappointing her or not.” I say, looking down at my knees. Then, I feel his arm slide around my waist, and the touch is so comforting I sigh.

“Of course you’re doing it right. You’re living your life, flying around the world and visiting all the places that you and her had planned to go. You donated almost all of the money you inherited to an amazing cause, became the world’s youngest philanthropist, and fell in love with an extremely handsome man.” He says, the ends of his lips tilting up at the last part. I smile myself, choking out a sob-laugh. His smile vanishes as he takes my face in his hands and kisses the tears off it. Each kiss feels like a balm on open wounds, and I was starting to regret not telling him about my mother’s death date being tomorrow earlier. When he’s done kissing my tears, he stares into my eyes, with so much love in his own I shiver.

“If your mother were around today, all she would be able to talk about is how proud you make her, Avery Kylie Grambs. Never forget that.” He whispered, his voice intense. I wiped my eyes with a smile and held his hand, before bringing my face close to his and kissing his forehead.

“I’ll try not to, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.” I whispered back, using his full name just like how he had used mine. He grinned at me and brought his lips close to mine. I gave a small nod and suddenly, Jameson was kissing me, each brush of his lips making me want more and more. Eventually we separated, and I turned my body, laying my head on his chest. We both didn’t say a word, and I allowed myself to relax and soak up the moment, while focusing on the beat of Jamesons heart. I smile, and just for a moment, imagine my mother looking down on me, smiling as well.

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THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE REQUESTTT THANK YOUU 💗💗

alsoo can anybody spot the lyra x grayson line from the brothers hawthorne that i put in here? 😜