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grayson: family FIRST 😤

rohan: i can stay away from your sister but then i’ll have to go after that girl you’ve known for 2 minutes

grayson: … family SECOND 😤

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Grayson getting stuck with these two as his brothers-in-law is hilarious to me

family dinners with this lot would go crazy 😭

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my biggest hobby is looking at zoya x nikolai fanart and pretending its lyragrayson.

case in point,

second case in point,

LIKE ARE WE KIDDING?? their characters look so similarrrr but their personalities are just swapped lolol

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aww they have so much in common 🥰

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Grayson in tbh telling girls three years younger than him he was too old and then proceeding to be obsessed Lyra (three years younger) the whole game.

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43616E20492067657420796F7572206E756D6265723F (hint: the title is within the fic) pt:1

Jameson x Avery

Content: airport au, meet cute, Jameson and his dumb flirting skills, mini stalking Jameson

Word count: 748

a/n: It's been ages since I posted a fic and this has been rotting in my drafts for a while now. I didn't have time to proof read it because I forgot the plot I was going for 😭 but anyway I hope you enjoy. As always, suggestions, cricticism and ideas welcome <3

I looked around the lobby observing everyone boarding the plane to Alaska. People with families and partners chattering excitedly while I waited for my flight back home.

There were still 4 hours left to go. I'd bought a coffee and finished a book and there were still four hours left to go.

What was I supposed to do now? I knew I should've packed more books. If it wasn't for the limited space in my luggage I would've brought three more.

I walked towards my gate and settled near the large windows that allowed a perfect view of planes taking off and landing and pulled my jacket around me, glad I had the foresight to pack one. I considered taking a nap in the most comfortable position I could find but quickly gave up because there was no way anyone could get comfy on these chairs.

As I looked around the gate I noticed a someone staring at me. He was wearing these ridiculous sunglasses ( seriously who wears sunglasses indoors anyway?), had a head full of fluffy, messy brown hair and no sign of luggage except a small bag that seemed big enough for just a water bottle and passport. He looked around my age but I couldn't really guess when I was more focused on figuring out if he was staring at me or not. Those glasses did not help. I gave up when I realised there was no subtle way of figuring that out and decided to pass the time by watching the planes instead.

I looked back towards where the stranger was and he seemed to have disappeared. Weird. As I was scanning my surroundings looking for a mop of brown hair I heard a voice behind me.

"Looking for me?"

I jumped and whipped around, coming face to face with the ridiculous sunglasses guy from earlier. Before I could cuss him out or ask him what the hell he was doing he introduced himself, "I'm Jameson"

"You were the one who was staring at me earlier" I said without thinking

He gestured towards the empty seat with his hand, silently asking for permission to sit down which I granted by nodding.

"I'd rather be know for my other qualities" he replied to my question with a chuckle

"Such as? I asked, turning towards to him

"Dangerously handsome, wickedly sharp, unnaturally clever. You decide"

"You still have to prove the last two, I wouldn't call being caught staring as a clever move"

"Ah, but if you know I was staring then you must have been staring at me as well." he said, his grin reminding me of a wolf, "I'm assuming you don't disagree with my first point?"

Instead of having to reply I said, "I'm Avery". He didn't need to know I found him handsome.

"And a lovely name that is. Where are you off to Avery?" Jameson asked, stretching himself making me acutely aware of the muscles beneath his shirt.

What am I thinking? Pull yourself together I mentally told myself and answered his question "I'm meeting my sister" but didn't elaborate further. I didn't like sharing my business with strangers, no matter how good-looking they maybe.

Jameson seemed to find that a sufficient answer so I asked in return "And you? Where are you off to?"

"Well, I'm returning to my brothers after I lost a bet to one of them" he said with an air of non-chalance, as if he was commenting on the weather. But that sparked some curiosity in me. I wanted to ask how many brothers he had but a more pressing question was at the tip of my tongue, "what was the bet?" And more importantly, "what did you have to do when you lost?"

He still had those ridiculous sunglasses on but he looked at me from above them and I noticed he had bright green eyes. "Well, I can' tell you what the bet was, sweetheart, but I can tell you what I had to do if I lost." He clenched and unclenched his fists, as if losing a bet was physically painful for him "I was dared to fly commercial for 24 hours"

The use of 'sweetheart' and the way it made me feel did not go unnoticed but I decided to ignore it, I was more interested in the peculiar nature of this bet "That's a very strange thing to be asked to do when you lost your bet". Jameson's wicked smile almost turned soft as he said "well, me and my brothers are a strange bunch"

Pt2 coming soon

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keeping up with the hawthornes morning meetings and friday fevers

a/n: first ever ff published. this is an idea I had, originally meant for averyjameson, but I thought since it's my first fic, I would do it from lyra's pov, and switch it to a hawthorne fic, given that it would be easier to write. this is a hawthorne/hawthorne adjacent ff from lyra's perspective. obviously i'm new at this so this won't be great but let me know if you enjoy! happy reading x pairings: averyjameson, graysonlyra, libbynash, xandermax. wc: 1167

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"did you just put that coffee in the microwave?" lyra asked, in mild horror.

"yeah it was cold" max replied, looking at her as if she was being unreasonable. lyra stared at her. xander sipped his hot chocolate, watching intently, not fazed at max's beverage quirks.

"it's iced coffee." lyra deadpanned.

"yeah well not anymor- what the elf!" she yelled, as two figures whooshed past her.

"i swear, lib i'm not sick! god, what is your problem?" avery yelled, while still running. "if you're not sick, why the heck aren't you letting my check your temperature?" libby replied, sounding out of breath. "because there's no reason to, i'm not sick!" "so you are sick." "no, i just don't understand why you're so determined to-"

"stop." a country drawl sounded throughout the room. lyra turned her gaze to where nash was standing in the doorway, grayson on his side, eyebrow raised. he caught her gaze, from where she was on the kitchen counter, and sent her a questioning look. she shrugged because she genuinely had zero idea what was going on. avery and libby had both stopped where they were, avery with her back turned against a staircase, with libby facing her, back toward everyone else.

"what's happening?" xander asked helpfully.

"yeah i was wondering as well." lyra added. max just nodded eagerly.

avery rolled her eyes in exasperation and said "nothing."

libby complained to nash, "she's ill and won't admit it! she won't even let me take her temperature."

"if you're not sick, as you're claiming, why aren't you letting libby take your temperature?" grayson asked avery plainly. avery glared at him. abruptly, grayson smiled slightly, though avery didn't seem to notice, her body was still in the defensive stance, as if she was willing to run if anyone attempted to move toward her.

"because, obviously, your collective blatant distrust in me is downright offensive. after years of living together, you continue to doubt me and assume immediately that i would lie about something as trivial as feeling sick. i mean honestly…." lyra zoned out slightly and looked around to find the source of grayson's smile, her eyes travelling to where she saw jameson making his way down the staircase behind avery. she smirked as she saw nash silently signal something to him, to which he gave a nod. in true jameson hawthorne fashion, he reached the bottom of the staircase and swiftly wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her against him. avery started slightly but after a moment, sighed in exasperation, seemingly knowing there was no point in running anymore.

"what am i doing?" jameson asked libby, smiling slightly at the girl in his arms.

"check if she has a fever." libby smiled, thankful for the help. jameson frowned lightly.

"i thought you said you weren't sick." he reminded avery, his voice low.

"i'm not! libby's just being assumptious." she said back to jameson

"how am i assuming anything, when you look like you're about to collapse?" libby shot at her. lyra looked at avery. jameson pressed the back of his palm to her forehead, keeping his other hand firmly around her waist. to lyra, avery didn't look ill at all, or like she was about to collapse. just perhaps slightly tired. maybe avery wasn't lying?

jameson looked concerned now.

"you're burning up, ave." he told her softly, worried, his hand still pressed against her forehead, then moving to her cheek.

or maybe it was a sibling intuition and lyra should never be a detective.

"YOU LIAR!" libby yelled. nash and grayson watched in both slight concern and amusement. max whispered to lyra. "it's like watching a soap opera." lyra laughed. she felt grayson come to stand by her side, his arm around her shoulders, rolling his eyes at his brother and sisters-in-law. lyra smiled.

"well how am I supposed to know if i have a fever?" avery argued.

"BY LETTING ME CHECK FOR YOU." libby looked exasperated, very un-libby like.

"okay, okay. you, bed." jameson pointed at avery and gestured upstairs, amusement and concern evident on his face, his voice stern.

"i have meetings." she said, turning around to frown at jameson.

"heiress, you're sick. you're not risking your health for some random idiots who are un-organised enough to schedule meetings on friday morning, you're overworked as it is. you need rest." jameson's tone indicated that they had had this conversation numerous times.

"well, i have things to do love, i can't just drop everything-"

"i can take your work for the day avery, you should take the day off." grayson told her. lyra looked down at the counter and smiled at his thoughfulness.

"gray, i can't do that to you, you have just as much stuff to do today as i do we can't-"

"then he can delegate. you need rest avery, you can't go on like this without taking days off." jameson said firmly, his thumb tracing her jaw. they looked at each other for a moment, something unspoken passing between them.

"fine. fine! god i'll take today off. but only today, okay?" avery sighed in defeat.

"done." he stated. libby smiled at him, avery clearly had forgotten tomorrow was the weekend.

"fine." avery rolled her eyes.

"good." he smirked. grayson looked at lyra and they shared a smile. lyra thought it was endearing how much jameson cared about avery, no matter who was watching. after avery went upstairs, libby made her way to the other side of the kitchen.

"well, now that that's all finally settled, thank god, does anyone know where my cookie dough from yesterday went?" she asked, opening the fridge and looking through it. xanders eyes widened almost comically as he mumbled an uncomprehensible response and left the room hastily. libby smiled and rolled her eyes. lyra was too busy laughing to notice grayson swiping her croissant off her plate, until it was too late.

"oi!" lyra yelled at him.

"you have 4 other croissants on your plate lyra."

"so? what are you insinuating?"

"i'm insinuating that I have a busy schedule today, and that if you can't sacrifice one croissant for my efforts, we may have to rethink this whole relationship."

"our relationship?"

"no, your relationship with those croissants."

"don't judge my relationship!"

"speaking of schedules, gray, you will delegate avery's work, right? that alone is too much for one person." jameson asked, his back to everyone, as he made a sandwhich for avery. lyra smiled at jameson's obvious concern for his brother. no matter how much he tried to hide it. jameson glanced at grayson and grayson nodded.

"promise?" lyra asked.

"promise." grayson replied, his eyes still on his brother. who shot him a smirk and turned back around carelessly, although lyra noticed some of the tension leave jameson's shoulders.

nash, who had been silently watching this whole exchange, smiled and shared a knowing look with lyra.

they all had so much pride and yet were secretly concerned about each others wellbeing.

god, how she loved them.

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a/n : i feel like lyra's perspective is so much easier to write than anyone elses. i originally wasn't going to publish any works but i thought i'd give it a go (i don't love this one but it's alright lmao) and see what people think. i hope you enjoyed!

xx mira 🌷

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the problem with lizzie young’s support system (HUGHIE AND FEELY) is that they’re tryibg to do a whole defend in public and correct in private act exceot they aren’t correcting in private. they’re just letting her be awful to their friend. and yes OBVIOUSLY we need to give lizzie some grace because she’s been through so much but she’s still awful to gibsie for no real reason and still a butch katie, again when katie didn’t do anything. she’s not a badass she’s just a bitch and no one is correcting her, especially not the two people who she would listen to the most. that being said i really really hope i can become a lizzie defender because she takes responsibility and apologizes, because i genuinely want her to have her happy ending with hughie.

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jameson hawthorne edit!!

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AWWW TYSM THIS IS SO SWEET

for my new moot! @thecircularlibrary

i make mood boards for all my moots! it's a tradition of mine! 😅

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"what's your favourite horror movie?"

idk probably the way grayson and jameson fell apart after emily came into their lives and they would never be the same again even if they reconciled

idk probably the way grayson crashed out after thl and in tfg because he didn't know what he was doing anymore and he wasn't in control but still had to pretend to be because if he wasn't in control then he wouldn't be grayson hawthorne

idk probably the way jameson went back to the place emily died and dived into the water again and again which resulted in him hurting himself over and over again which he didn't realise until he saw the blood because the emotional pain was much more than the physical pain

idk probably the way xander had to be the glue that kept the brothers together when nash left and even if he wasn't doing too well, he had to be strong for them and kept everything to himself

idk probably the way nash felt so much guilt leaving his brothers behind at hawthorne house but he had to do it for himself because he realised that the person he loved most chose his grandfather over him so he needed to break free and build his own life without any of his grandfather's influences

idk probably the number of times each of them crashed out that they never shared with each other because they didn't want to be a bother and because they couldn't let their grandfather know that it was too much

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ugh jameson hawthorne the man that you are

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i love tgg and lyrason and rohansavvanah but i still be missing javery sm 😭

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libbynash edit!! enjoy <3

btw i’m @isastar892 on tiktok if y’all also like boys of tommen, i post edits of both on there!!!

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im writing jameson at yale this week. forget my f1 series (dont tell anyone i said that)

averyjameson not angst happy <3

they yell at jamesons math professor together!

....not a bad idea

BUT ISTG I'VE GOT IT PLANNED FOR THAT FIC

ahem altho the progression depends on the result of my next mocks (tomorrow it's eng- so skip that and ahem after that it's bio :))

BUT BUT BUT now that youve mentioned professor I HAVE THIS URGE TO WRITE JAMESON IN YALE

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jameson at yale is my weakness anna PLEASE 😭😭😭 IM BEGGING

averyjameson not angst happy <3

they yell at jamesons math professor together!

....not a bad idea

BUT ISTG I'VE GOT IT PLANNED FOR THAT FIC

ahem altho the progression depends on the result of my next mocks (tomorrow it's eng- so skip that and ahem after that it's bio :))

BUT BUT BUT now that youve mentioned professor I HAVE THIS URGE TO WRITE JAMESON IN YALE

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and if i said that thea tried to have her cake and eat it too with the laughlin sisters, and the only reason it worked out was bc emily died