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music -> taylor swift, gracie abrams, conan gray, maisie peters, renee rapp, sabrina carpenter, lizzie mcalpine, olivia rodrigo, billie eillish, arctic monkeys, kali uchis, frank ocean, lana del rey, tyler the creator, ariana grande, madison beer, noah kahan, sza, the weeknd, paramore, tate mcrae, marina, mitski, laufey, pinkpantheress, raye, dove cameron, beabadobee, tv girl, karol g, justin bieber, fiona apple, kendrick lamar, lorde

books -> the inheritance games trilogy, once upon a broken heart trilogy, percy jackson and the olympians, gallagher girls, heist society trilogy, embassy row trilogy, the cruel prince trilogy, keeper of the lost cities, the naturals trilogy, a good girls guide to murder trilogy, the grandest game trilogy, powerless

series / movies -> mamma mia, boy meets world, la la land, tangled, how to lose a guy in 10 days, the notebook, little women, the summer i turned pretty, she's the man, the princess diaries, chronicles of narnia, obx, stranger things, the virgin suicides, priscilla, marie antoinette, gossip girl, gilmore girls, all marvel projects

currently reading: percy jackson; the lightning thief by rick riordan

currently watching: gossip girl

current listen: new romantics by taylor swift

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Apple Picking

Jacks may not have a use for apples anymore but that doesn't stop Evangeline from making apple pie.

Pairing: Jacks of The Hollow x Evangeline Fox Word Count: 505 Book: Once Upon A Broken Heart Trilogy Author's Note: This is so cute, like for me this is cannon no I will not change my mind. Taglist: @reminiscentreader, @urbanflorals, @nqds, @art-of-fools, @lxvebelle, @nuncscioquidsitamor-14

Evangeline hummed making her way down the long line of apple trees. It was late morning when she’d searched for Jacks and said she was going to pick some apples for the rest of the morning. Jacks not wanting to be left alone with the baby dragons, decided to join her. The Inn was having a slow day, leaving time for Eva to make a new favorite, apple pie. Jacks had rolled his eyes at her new baking obsession especially when she teased him about his old obsession for it, little did she know she was the reason he didn’t eat them anymore. 

Placing a soft kiss on her neck, he now also made his way down the path filled with the familiar aroma of apples. “Jacks get that apple for me, please.” Evangeline said pointing to an apple on a higher branch. Jacks got the apple quickly, hiding it behind his back before Evangeline could grab it. “Jacks” Evangeline scolded, dragging the letters of his name in a disapproving way, “Give me the apple, I'm serious.” She tried her best to put on a serious face meaning her words. How cute she looked when trying to order me around, Jacks thought grinning from ear to ear. “This apple comes with a price, little Fox,” He said leaning in until they were eye to eye. “You do know there are hundreds of other apples I can choose instead, right?” Evangeline asked, but her gaze had softened leaning more into Jacks presence, their noses brushing. “Maybe, but wouldn’t you at least like to know the price well? More of a reward really.” A finger found its way to Evangeline’s mouth tracing it. Slowly Evangeline let the basket she’d been using to collect the apples fall, moving both of her hands to cup Jacks’s face bringing her lips to his brushing them lightly. Jacks pulled away, dropping the now forgotten apple into the basket before pulling Evangeline under the shade of a tree pressing her up against it, kissing her once more this time more intensely, each part of their bodies touching, the heat rushed to Evangeline’s cheeks her hands pulling jacks face closer. As if that was possible. The kiss ended abruptly, both of them needing air, the sound of their heavy breathing carrying off into the wind. That's when Evangeline heard the little roar come from behind Jacks. Knowing how Jacks would react she burst into a fit of giggles still blushing from the neck up. 

Jacks turned ever so slightly but just enough to catch sight of three baby dragons chasing vibrant blue butterflies, “Never a moment of peace here” He grumbled under his breath dragging a hand across his face. Evangeline kissed him on the cheek going to pick up her basket “Just admit it you like them!” She exclaimed from the middle of the path scratching a dragon behind his ear. Jacks could only manage an eye roll as he stalked off the shadow off the trees following a now smiling Evangeline.

We Have A Deal - Lyra x Gray

word count: 1.2k

book: the grandest game series

ship: lyra kane x grayson hawthorne

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I adjust my crimson dress, the silky fabric whispering against my skin as I glance at Grayson. "You clean up nicely, Mr. Hawthorne," I remark, a hint of a smirk playing on my lips. I’d seen him with a suit on before but never one like this. The color reminds me of stormy clouds, like his eyes. It suits his personality perfectly. I silently chuckle at the wordplay, watching as Grayson parks in front of a valet. The car ride was silent, thirty-five excruciating silent minutes to be exact, it was no wonder why I was going insane making jokes to myself. 

Hawthorne boy had decided to take me out to dinner to discuss the next part of our plan. He’d showed up at my apartment three weeks ago saying he knew who I was and that he wanted to help with my dad’s mysterious suicide, all I want is to go home and regret ever calling him in the first place.

“Ms. Kane, are you going to get out of the car or will I have to carry you out?” I look at my now-open car door and see Grayson extending a hand. I must’ve been lost in thought. “No need Grayson,” I say, staring him right in the eye. I get out of the car without taking his hand. 

The first thing I pick up on is the faint noise of live music. Jazz music. “You like jazz, correct?” I spin to where Grayson is standing, watching me I realize. He looks at me closer waiting for an answer. “Yes I do, I've just never had the pleasure of hearing it live.” I hear the way my voice softens at that last part. I hate how much he knows about me. I was supposed to have the upper hand in this. I quickly dismiss the recurring thought and walk into the club without waiting for him. Sadly he catches up to me in three long strides. I walk beside him silently as he leads me to a booth at the corner of the club. Couples are dancing to the music closer to the back of the club while others enjoy their drinks at the bar to the side. It’s the band that gets my attention most of all. I’ve always wanted to listen to jazz live, but I’d never gotten the opportunity. Vinyls were the closest thing I could get to it. In one word it was electric. “How did you know I liked jazz?” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. I turn to the blonde boy sitting in front of me looking for an answer. “The day I went to your apartment for the first time you were listening to the Time Out vinyl. I thought it would be better to bring you to an environment you could be comfortable in.” He’d picked up on that? I can barely remember what I had for breakfast yesterday, but he can remember what music I was listening to three weeks ago? I shift in the booth not knowing how to respond so instead I change the subject. “I’m going to get a drink, do you want anything?” I stand up running a hand through my dress. “An espresso martini,” Grayson says, looking at me. My eyebrows shoot up. “You drink?” “Rarely, but I think I’m going to need it if I have to deal with you all night” I scowl at his response, making my way to the bar. I order quickly, making my way to our table to continue our impending conversation. “Ok, Hawthorne boy, why did you bring me here?” I say shooting him a look. He takes a sip before hitting me with a question instead of an answer. “Are your classes starting soon, Lyra?” I straighten not expecting that. “They start in two months,” I respond watching as Grayson takes a sip of his espresso before setting it aside. “You want to know what my family has to do with your father's suicide, well it’s not that easy Ms. Kane.” “Nothing’s ever easy with you, Hawthorne boy.” I retort staring him in the eye. “But I’m assuming you didn’t drive me thirty-five minutes to tell me that” A sly smirk starts making its way to my lips.

Grayson’s eyes glint in the dim light of the club. “Maybe I just wanted to bring a pretty girl to a jazz club.” He tilts his head, looking every bit the white rich boy persona I imagine him to be. But I can’t dwell on the fact he just called me pretty because he’s pulling his phone out of his pocket to show me something. “I found this in my family’s home, I thought you’d find it interesting.” He holds out his phone to a picture of a file named Thomas Thomas. “This isn’t my dad,” I say flatly after scanning the page's content.  

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive.”

Grayson shifts in his seat taking another sip of his espresso. It was clear he didn’t drink alcohol often with the way his eyes watered at the taste. “Your little riddle and this file are our only clues, at the moment.” He says trying to think of something to say.

I’m about to say something when he cuts me off making me shut my mouth once more. “I have a proposition for you. I’ve been debating it but I don’t see any other way I can help you.” He seems to pause a second before sharing with me his idea. “Every year my family hosts some sort of game this year it’s private. That means we can pick our contestants unlike last year-” “Grayson I know all this. What does that have to do with us?” I cut him off confused with where he’s taking this. He only stares at me. 

That’s when I realize I said ‘us’ as in me and him. A team. I sink back into the booth until he responds. “This year the game is a little different” I watch how he traces the outline of his cup “I want you to be in the games this year.” I can’t help it I burst out laughing, me on an island for two weeks, yeah right “I’m sorry I need a moment, I can’t take you seriously,” I look up to see Grayson’s straight face. The laughter bubbles up again. I wipe at the tears in my eyes before taking a sip of my wine. “No” “Why not? You’d be getting paid, you’d be comfortable, and we would be close so we could work together to figure out more. Plus I’d have more resources there with me.” I watch as he lists the reasons. Good reasons. “Grayson no, I can’t, look they are good reasons but I have a life, I have my mom who would go insane if I didn’t text for two weeks, it won’t work.” I can’t leave my life not when I have her depending on me. “I want to help Lyra I do, it’s been eating at me. And I won’t be able to rest until I’m sure you’re at peace.” He stares at me with those stupid pretty eyes of his. I look away trying to collect myself. 

“If I do this, you have to promise me I'll be able to contact my mom at least once a day.” 

“Deal”

“Ok then Hawthorne Boy, I guess I am one to play games after all.”

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THATS THAT ME ESPRESSO

this is my longest one shot ever but idk i hate my writing 😭

taglist: @heqrtlcss, @reminiscentreader, @urbanflorals, @lyrakanefanatic, @mrswarnerxo

Unexpected Company - Lyra x Gray

word count: 537

book: the grandest game

ship: lyra kane and grayson hawthorne

"Hey, gorgeous," Lyra's voice cut through the silence, making Grayson jump. "Lyra, what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night," Grayson asked, confused at the sight of a sleepy Lyra standing near his doorway. She had somehow entered his bedroom without making a sound. Grayson was sitting on a blue velvet couch, eating some leftover dinner Gigi had brought to his room earlier. He was spending most of his nights locked in his office, working. But decided to rest earlier, tonight.

"I just wanted to check up and see how you were doing," she said, looking around his bedroom, nervous. Grayson raised a questioning eyebrow. "I couldn't sleep," she finally said, hating the silence that stretched on. Grayson stood up from his place on the lounge chair, trying to get a read on her face. "Are you feeling okay?" "Yeah, I was-" “Just checking up on me?” Grayson finished, still confused. “I’ve been having nightmares about my dad again.” Lyra finally looked into Grayson's eyes, “And I didn’t know what to do. I swear, if I stayed one more second in that bedroom, I would go insane.” She rambled, “So you came here?” Grayson gave her a skeptical look. “Well, I didn’t expect you to be here." Lyra rolled her eyes slightly. 

“Excuse me? You didn’t expect me to be in my bedroom? At 11 PM?” "Look, the day after the masquerade ball, I decided to come visit you, and you weren’t here, so I looked around your room.” Lyra trailed off, staring at a point behind Grayson. Grayson turned around and saw her staring at his bookshelf. “You’ve been reading my books when you can’t sleep?” When she looked down into her hands, he continued, “You can stay if you want; I wasn’t planning on sleeping yet.” Lyra looked up and grinned. "You're going to entertain me, Mr. Hawthorne." Grayson quickly cleared his throat and looked away. “No, Ms. Kane. I’m not the entertaining type. You can sit and read if you please.” “Very well,” She spoke with a grin, walking lightly to the bookshelf and pulling out Little Women. “That’s the book you’ve been sneaking into my room for?” “What’s wrong with it? It’s a tale of sisters finding love and growing  up." She frowned, looking at the book on her lap. "Plus, you have the pretty red and gold version.” She said, opening the book up, Grayson cleared plates from the coffee table before settling onto the spot next to her. “Have you read this book?” Lyra asked unexpectedly, “Yes, only once for school." "Here, read it a bit; it’s really good." She handed him the book, urging him to read. Grayson started reading aloud on the page Lyra left off; she was sitting right there, reading over his shoulder. Slowly, her eyes started to grow heavy, eventually falling asleep. When Grayson noticed, he set down the book and picked up Lyra, making sure not to wake her. He set her down on the bed carefully. “Next time, I won’t surprise you, Mr. Hawthorne. I’ll just ask," Lyra murmured sleepily, snuggling herself deeper into the blankets and pillows. Grayson only smiled before turning off the lights and leaving his bedroom quietly.

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not my favorite work but it's still cute!

thank you to @nqds for requesting!

can I get some Grayson Lyra hcs please? 🫶 (they don’t have to be long)

ouu yes ofc

LYRA X GRAY HC

lyra makes bad jokes just to get a reaction from gray

they have matching swim suit and swim trunks

lyra collects cassettes and gray collects vinyls

they both listen to jeff buckley

they buy eachother flowers

lyra always convinces gray to sleep in a bit more

lyra does her work in his office so he isn't alone

they cook together all the time

grayson tries to teach lyra the violin but she sucks at it

she makes him playlists all the time

lyra always quotes pop culture moments and then acts shocked when gray doesnt understand it

grazing each others noses to wake the other

lyra tickles him when he's being stubborn

they bicker all the time

THIS WAS SO FUNNNNN

Lighten Up

Dean has a panic attack when Micheal suddenly appears out of the blue and distracts him from stressing thoughts.

Pairing: Dean Redding and Micheal Townsend

Word Count: 753

Book: The Naturals

Author's Note: the bromance guys!!! this was interesting to write since i rarely write from a guy's pov, especially in 1st person. anywho yeah i love my boys so writing about them and their dynamic was fun. had to cut some words cause it came down to just a bunch of yapping lol. also im kinda proud of this one!

taglist: @nqds, @reminiscentreader, @urbanflorals, @art-of-fools, @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep, @lxvebelle

The heat on my chest was brewing. I needed air. The doors stood at the end of the hall taunting me, so close yet so far away. I stumbled forward, getting closer to my goal. I finally made my way outside, breathing in the night. I took a moment to compose my shaking hands, counting as I stared at the moonlit pool. The panic in my chest only rose. I stood there, trying to make sense of how I’d let myself break. 

Again. 

Sterling was ordering Agent Locke to take me to visit my father for a new case, something about patterns. But every time I walked into that interrogation room, all I wanted was to shoot him in the head, his eyes on me. I’m not like him. I repeated the thought to myself until I half believed it.

“Y’know, I’ve never seen someone so pouty while staring at the moon.” My back straightens at the sound of Michael’s voice. “Fuck off, Townsend,” I grunt, not having the energy to deal with his bullshit. “Why the long face, Redding?” Michael teased, his grin seemed to have a presence of it’s own since I felt it before I saw it. He came to stand before me, two beers in hand and glinting eyes.

The tension between us was palpable; about a dozen arguments and unresolved fights helped make that. I stumbled forward, sitting on the familiar cobblestone steps, getting away from his figure.

“What do you want, Townsend?” I snapped, not bearing his company. My hands still trembled; the cool night breeze helped, but not enough.

Michael quietly came to sit beside me for a long moment before offering me a beer. “Thought you might need this.”

I stared at the bottle, temptation running on my tongue, before silently laughing. Only Townsend would offer the solution of drinking away my problem. “No? Ok, more for me I guess,” He says uncapping a beer and taking a chug. “Look man I know that Sterling has you going to see your dad again, it must suck ass I’m just trying to,” He lowered his voice to a whisper “Make sure you’re ok.” “What no way the Micheal Townsend cares about me?! This can’t be” I feigned sarcasm not caring to put a single inch of emotion into my words. “Shut up, I’m just doing it 'cause if you fall apart so do the girls and I don’t need to be taking care of three sad wimps.” I stare at him and take a beer out of his hand temptation winning over. 

“Y’know you shift your shoulder when you lie, Lia must be bored with how easy it is to figure you out.” 

“Shut up” He retorts with a snort,

A long silence seems to settle itself between us, leaving us to drink and drink. “I can handle it y’know” I take a moment before continuing, ignoring the sting in my eyes. “I don’t need you worrying about me, especially not Sloane or Lia,” I say with finality, not wanting them to worry about me, it was bad enough when Sterling looked at me like the same broken child I was so long ago, I didn’t need to see the worried glances from the girls every time I went out. “Can you? Handle it I mean?” He takes another swig from his beer before pointing to where I was standing just 20 minutes ago. “Cause from over there it looked like you were losing it.” 

I knew what he was saying was true and yet I couldn’t let myself admit it. “Every time I see him I feel so helpless. It’s like i’m back in that house” I cut myself off  taking a shuddering breath. “Don’t worry Redding, whether you like it or not you’re stuck with the lot of us, we’ll help you get though it and then when we go through our shit you’ll be there for us too.” I nod stiffly to his words knowing the truth behind them. “We’re a team, and if one of us breaks, well we can’t have that happening” The familiar word of Agent Locke sound through my head as Micheal stands up finishing up his beer. “Hey you notice how much calmer you are with my presence? It’s almost as if i’m a relaxing thought for you” He backtracks to the door his cocky grin back on his face. I give him my middle finger, happily confirming that no amount ‘heart to heart’ could change our relationship.

Taken By The Tide - Lyra X Gray

word count: 516

book: the grandest game

ship: lyra kane and grayson hawthorne

The sound of the waves crashing into the shore was turning into a comforting sound. The game had been on for a week now and the riddles were already catching up to me, the fresh air was a nice reminder I could live outside the game. I dragged my feet across the sand until I found a spot near the rocky coast where I could sit comfortably. “Lyra?” A voice says beside me, my brain immediately registers it, I raise my head not caring to plaster a smile. “Grayson, what are you doing here?” I tilt my head to the side and blush, Grayson is only wearing swimming trunks. He sits down next to me, his wet body brushing against mine. "I came for a swim. It helps me clear my head. Think straighter you know" he answers, looking at me, his gray eyes looking silver against the moonlight. I nod, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. "Yeah, I needed some time to think too, god I don’t know how your family always does it, the games and riddles it’s impossible" I reply, realizing I said too much when he smirks. Grayson stays silent, running his fingers through his wet hair. "Don’t worry I get it. I’m not the riddle type either that’s more of my brother's thing, We’ve been doing this type of stuff for years so I guess we should’ve gone easier with you guys on the puzzles" he says, I look at him feeling some sort of envy at his family traditions “I wish my family had done something like that growing up, all we had was game night.” I laugh lightly looking at him, but Grayson isn’t smiling anymore he’s looking at the water. He looks at his hands before he says “It’s not all that great,” Getting lost in thought again. Moments of comfortable silence pass between us before he chuckles and turns to me “What?” I ask confused by the look on his face “We’ve been out here for 20 minutes and you haven’t said something against me once.” He lifts a finger as to prove a point. “Getting you flustered is more of my day job.” I smile getting to my feet. He stands up soon after just inches away from me. His face is so close I’m worried if I move a little we might kiss “Grayson…” I try but I can’t speak he’s standing too close, he looks too perfect but I don’t have to say more because he kisses me, and in that moment I forget of a time where I didn’t want his hands around my waist and his lips against mine, I move my hands around his neck bringing him closer just for him to break the kiss a couple of seconds later. Our foreheads are pressed together and the night doesn’t feel so cold anymore. “We should get inside” He suggests once we’ve both opened our eyes I can only nod in response before he takes my hand and wakes me back to the house.

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first time writing a kiss idk how to feel

@art-of-fools, @reminiscentreader

Do You Want To Get In Trouble? - Xander x Max

word count: 756

book: tig series

ship: Xander Hawthorne x Max Liu

“Xander will you stop looking at me like that for the love of god” Max wasn’t asking Xander she was ordering him, Max had somehow gotten some blizzard in her hair and the boy couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. “How am I looking at you?” He asks knowing the answer. His brothers had often pointed out that when he looked at Max it was like seeing a puppy in love. Xander stated that it was most likely untrue but deep down he knew they were right. Max had grown to be his comfort person, the one he could share everything with, even in the middle of the night when an idea sprung to his head she was always ready to listen, always matching his energy. He scrambled for a napkin somewhere in the Dairy Queen bag. “Y’know I must thank you for helping me experience my first official blizzard,” Xander said, finally finding a napkin and handing it to her. “I can’t believe you’ve never had one, it really makes you think maybe growing up rich isn’t so great,” Max said with a crooked smile, finally getting all the ice cream out of her hair. “Let’s get out of here and do something fun” She suggested once a moment of silently staring at the parking lot passed. “What you wanna do?” Xander said starting up the car they stole from one of Oren’s men. They weren’t even supposed to be out of the house but the fall semester was starting soon and neither of them would see the other till Christmas. Sneaking out was the only way they could get away from all the nerves at the Hawthorne Manor. The games were starting in three months and the energy was palpable. “Let’s give your brothers a heart attack.” Max smiled evilly, he could already see an idea brewing. Max kissed Xander pulling away with mischievous eyes.

“Do you wanna get in trouble with me, Xander Hawthorne?” 

“I thought you’d never ask”

Thirty minutes later they had flower seeds, a shovel and dirt in the trunk of the car. Xander and Max’s idea of trouble was actually not bad at all, just illegal. They decided they would plant peonies so when the school year ended they could come back and see how they’d grown. They both chose where they wanted the flowers and started working. It wasn’t until Max and Xander were doubled over laughing at a joke that they noticed a police officer pulling up in a golf cart. The man couldn’t be older than forty, he held up a flashlight and asked for them to identify themselves, they stumbled up still laughing when they said their names “Uh I’m Maxine Liu, and he’s Alexander Hawthorne.” Max said, looking absolutely delighted at the use of Xander’s full name. “Ok well if you don’t know, what you’re doing is illegal and I need to write you guys a fine.” The officer stepped closer looking at the dirt on the kids' jeans. He took out a notepad and gave Xander a paper. “I need you both to leave now, or I will need to take you to the station.” The officer explained “Yes,” Xander looked closer at the sir’s name badge “Yes, Officer Koplan.” He repeated already picking up the empty packet of flower seed packets and Max picking up the small shovel. “You kids stay out of trouble for the rest of the night, you hear me?” The officer's accent was thicker now as he yelled after Max and Xander. 

When both of them got back to the Hawthorne house they did not expect Jameson and Avery to be having a cup of coffee at nearly one in the morning. “Max, Xander, what were you guys doing out at this hour?!” Avery said her eyes widening when she saw the shovel “We promise we didn’t kill anyone.” Max said grinning “We just got fined for being so funny and attractive.” Xander said getting the shovel from Max’s hand. Jameson was trying hard not to laugh. “How about I accompany you with taking the shovel back outside,” Jameson said clearly wanting to get away from the conversation he and Avery were having. 

Once the boys were outside, Avery and Max just stared at each other till Max was looking down trying to cover her smile. “Man, you guys really like each other,” Avery said putting her hands in her jean pockets. 

“Shut up.”  But the only thing both girls could do was grin at each other.

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requested by @s-rosie

wasnt gonna post but @art-of-fools held me at gun point

Libby Grambs

The Brothers Hawthorne

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Nash Hawthorne

Cassie Hobes x Dean Redding

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Lighten Up - Dean and Micheal

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Do You Want to Get in Trouble?

Jameson Hawthorne