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mrswarnerxo · 2 days

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❪ ✦ ❫ grayson’s morning routine.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: grayson hawthorne has a long routine for the morning; but his half-asleep-willing-girlfriend will make it all better.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, pet names, sleepy, female reader, forehead kisses, waking up early, swimming (are those even warnings?), use of Y/N, softie grayson (?)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1073

𝐀/𝐍: bro reader is me. also idk i saw this on a fanfic or like a headcanon with grayson but i forgot who made it?? TRLL ME WHO IT IS SO I COULD KNOW AND TAG THEM GRAHGG??

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

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grayson hawthorne has a strict morning routine. wake up at 5 to swim, swim until the others wake up, take a shower, get dressed, get coffee, and do whatever grayson does.

now, having a girlfriend who hates mornings, though, makes his routine have some… holes in it. though, whenever she said she wanted to do it with him, he couldn’t lie that he was happy with it.

“are you sure you want to wake up with me tomorrow, love?” he asks, looking at you nervously. you grin at him. “yeah, i’m sure. plus, i’m tired of not waking up with you in bed, so…” you trail off.

grayson lifts an eyebrow before sighing. “okay, but if you’re too tired to, just tell me and you could go back to bed, okay?”

“i know, don’t worry!”

now, you know that he wakes up early. but you never knew how early.

“love,” grayson says as he lightly shakes your shoulders. you groan tiredly, turning on your side. “Y/N, you said you wanted to wake up with me.”

“yeah, but i never knew how early…” you mumble, your eyes still closed. he chuckles lightly. “you said you wanted to, right?”

“mhm.”

“then come on.”

sighing, you blink your eyes open before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. you look up at the blond above you and hum.

you wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes again. “‘cmon, pick me up,” you mumble, digging your face in his neck. grayson tries to hide his smile as he puts a hand behind the small of your back and picks you up with him.

you wrap your legs around him as he walks to the walk-in closet and sets you down again.

you yawn, rubbing your eyes as grayson gets out his swimming trunks and your bathing suit. “do you want to swim with me?” he asks, looking up at you from his crouching position.

you shrug and say i don’t know with your mouth closed. he rolls his eyes at you, amused as he takes the swimming clothes.

you watch him as he takes his swimming trunks and walks into the restroom with them. you frown. you’ve already seen everything, why does he need to change in the bathroom?

but, you suppose that him sleeping without a shirt is a reward itself already. even though the reason why, was a whole nother conversation that you two already had.

soon, he comes back out with his swimming trunks on and you grab your swimming suit and walk into the restroom.

you tiredly—slowly—change into your swimming suit, the feeling of the fabric against your dry skin making you feel weird. of course, it’ll feel better once you're wet, but still.

you toss your dirty clothes on the wall, where a piece of it opens and takes the clothes before closing again.

you snort and roll your eyes. rich people. walking back out, you see grayson making his bed with two towels on his shoulder and if you were any other person, you’d find this weird, cleaning while he’s in his swimming trunks.

if you were any other person.

he spots you walking out and straightens his back, offering his hand to you. smiling—still tired, surprisingly—you take his hand.

he smiles back and takes you out of his room and to the swimming pool. he swims until everyone else wakes up, he told you. you wonder how long that exactly takes.

all of the rooms are still dark as he makes it to the swimming pool, sliding open the see-through door.

still holding your hand, he steps outside and to one of the pool chairs, putting down the towels on top of it.

you hum and sit on the chair, bringing your legs to your chest.

“do you want to stay here?” grayson asks, lifting an eyebrow at you. you nod at him. “i’ll go in later,” you say, making him form a little smile at you.

he was never one to smile, but he always does when he’s with you. it brings toy joy; especially when it’s a full-blown smile, one of those rare ones.

you watch as he gets into the pool and begins to swim, going from the end of the pool to the other end of the pool, swimming in laps.

you watch how his back muscles move as he moves his arms, his biceps flexing. you blink and look away from him before he can see you staring.

even though you two are official now, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed whenever he caught you staring at him.

especially in situations like this one.

it was a little while later when you got up from your chair and stepped to the edge of the pool. grayson glanced at you sitting down, before making his way to you.

he’s over there before you even got your feet in the water, putting his hands on either side of your thighs. you put your hands on top of his own and lean down, kissing his wet forehead.

he wraps his arms around your hips and puts his head on top of your chest, making you wrap your arms around his wet neck.

“do you want to come in now?” he asks, his words slightly muffled from your chest. “yeah,” you hum, moving your legs back and forth in the water, both beside his hips.

he nods and trails his hands down to your bottom, pulling you towards him before he backs away from the ledge, bringing you with him.

you squeal as you wrap your legs and arms around him, the cold water making you freeze. “it’s freezing!” you exclaim, squeezing your eyes shut. “jesus—how are you not cold, gray?”

he chuckles and kisses your forehead. “i’ve gotten used to it, flower.”

a few moments later after swimming, kissing, and hugging, avery walks out with jameson by his side.

“stop flirting and come eat. breakfast is ready,” jameson says, smirking at his brother. grayson glares at him and slowly brings you down from where you were.

you had tried to see how long he could not breathe from underwater, but of course, he had to try to impress you and was under there longer than he should have.

of course, he didn’t tell you that, though. after all, he needs to beat you in the pool games tomorrow—which, of course, he’ll never admit to liking.

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jameelaillustration · 2 years

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I'm really rusty on realism but I've been reading NK Jemisin’s Inheritance Trilogy and I just HAD to paint Bright Itempas (the way I think Oree might)

Although he is the god of balance and symmetry, he wears a three-eyed sun and three golden hoops in his ears to honor his two other halves

#brightitempas #the inheritance trilogy #oree shoth #bright itempas #nahadoth #yeine #nk jemisin #enefadeh #the hundred thousand kingdoms #Fanart #oil painting #portrait

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wildesqdreams · 11 months

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strip bowling

pairing - jameson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - y/n and jameson finally spend time together by playing one of jameson's favorite games.

warnings - maybe spoilers from the book "inheritance games" ??? making out + shirtless people.

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a/n: i promise that a grayson hawthorne x reader fic will be coming after this. but enjoy this one for now ;)

y/n sat on jameson's bed, leaning against the headboard, as she read a book.

since avery's arrival, she found herself more often spending time in different rooms, reading or writing, and she couldn't help but notice, that every time she was almost alone.

alone. a funny, but hurtful feeling.

the girl wasn't the jealous type, and she didn't have anything against the mystery girl. but she did feel a sharp pain in her heart, every time she saw jameson leaving. because she knew that he was going to her. to meet avery.

every.

single.

time.

her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and the brown-haired boy walked in. he immediately went to lay down beside the girl, and snuggled into her - his hand around her waist, pulling her closer, and his head in the crook of her neck.

"what's up?" y/n's hand found jameson's hair, and she started to run her fingers through it.

"alisa had other plans for heiress, so we had to cancel our plans, and so the investigation will continue tomorrow."

a small 'hmm" was the only thing that the girl could reply with.

jameson had nicknames for everyone. but still, the sinking feeling in her stomach from hearing about avery couldn't leave her. not to mention how stupid she started to feel, that now when he's bored, he will waste some time with her because heiress has other plans.

she felt a light kiss be placed on ber neck, "don't think that."

"what?"

y/n y/l/n hated the fact that jameson hawthorne could understand what she was thinking and feeling. he was a game player - puzzles and riddles, to solve, were easy for him. and like a game, the girl, was easy to read for him, too.

he trailed soft kisses up her neck, towards her jaw, "you know what," he pulled back, as he gazed into her eyes, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "you're my girl. my favorite girl. so, please, stop the thoughts infecting your gorgeous brain."

a small smile appeared on her face, as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to her lips, "how about this," he got up and grabbed y/n's hands, as he pulled her up, "if you guess the number i'm thinking, we'll do whatever you want... if you don't," he smirked, "i'll choose."

"hey," y/n stated with a smile, as she saw jameson grab a marker and a piece of paper, "i'm not good at this, like, at all."

"well, good for me," he caught her still watching him, "hey, no, cheating," jameson put a hand over her eyes. the girl rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away.

when jameson was done writing the number down, he hid it behind him and looked at y/n with a big smile, "i'll make it easier for you, love. the number is between 1 and 10," he glanced at her lips and then back to her eyes, "now the only question is, what is the number?"'

y/n y/l/n already knew she would lose. she hadn't grown up as the hawthorne brothers had. her grandfather didn't make her do puzzles and riddles or solve mysteries. but she took the time to think. and it was indeed hard when beautiful green eyes were gazing at her.

"seven."

"sorry, to be the one to say this," and the girl already knew, "but you have lost," jameson showed her the paper, "the right answer was three," his pretty big smile was annoying, "i guess the winner, once again, is me."

"yeah, yeah... so riddle boy, what will we be doing?"

a wicked smirk replaced the victory smile on the boy's face, "strip bowling."

"are you doing this on purpose!?" y/n frustratedly sighed as she saw the bowling ball once again land in the gutter.

since they had started playing, jameson has been poking her or pressing kisses on her neck and even whispering things in her ear, making her lose.

the boy smiled at the girl, who looked at him, "what me? and cheating? of course not, don't be funny, love," he walked towards her and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, "but you should take this off now."

"idiot," y/n murmured, as she took of her top that revealed her black bra.

the hawthorne boy pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "it's your turn," the girl said.

jameson just hummed as he continued to lay soft kisses on her skin, his hand pulling her closer by the waist, "later," he trailed his kisses towards her ear.

"but james-"

"god, woman," he sarcastically sighed, which made y/n let out a small giggle. he pulled back with a smile, looking in her eyes, "just let me love my girl."

"yeah, yeah," y/n stated and wrapped her arms around his neck, as she pulled him into a kiss.

and like that, the world disappeared. just them. no one else.

she sighed when she felt him pull her closer, her chest to his bare one. while her hand lightly tugged at his hair, his soft lips moved to her jaw, "i love you," he said in between the kisses, "never forget that."

missing his taste she turned her head and pulled him back into the kiss. his hands slowly started to go down from her waist to the back of her thighs, so he could lift her, but before he could do that, the door shot open.

"JAMESON DID YOU EAT THE LAST BLUEB- oh," xander stopped when he saw the scene in front of him.

y/n smiled, when she heard jameson groan, as he pulled back from the kiss, moving his hands away from her legs.

"you horny bastards should find a room... a private one."

"Alexander-"

"just saying," and with that the youngest hawthorne brother left the room, closing the room.

"so," the girl smiled, as she grabbed a bowling ball and handed it to her boyfriend, "it's your turn."

jameson groaned even louder, as he took the ball.

#the inheritance trilogy #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #booktok #jameson hawthorne x y/n #jameson winchester hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne x reader #jameson hawthorne x you #jameson hawthorne imagine #avery grambs #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne

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that-multi-fandom-hijabi · 5 months

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Jameson: I have a crush on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is because you're not going to like it. Grayson: Rip the bandage off, Jamie. Jameson: It's Avery. Grayson: Put the bandage back on-

#the inheritance games #the inheritance trilogy #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #averyjameson

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inmyheaddd · 13 days

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grayson hawthorne childhood bsf to lovers head cannons

my first posttt!! grayson hawthorne ily

if u have any advice pls lmk!! also will be taking requests if u have any

rereading this and i realized it’s more of a story than head cannons

word count: 1.9k

you both come from very prominent families in texas, so it’s no surprise that you spent countless events and parties within each others company

you and grayson were in the same nursery

there are multitudes of pictures of you with the brothers as babies/ toddlers, some you forgot even existed

as you and the hawthorne brothers were all similar ages, you often found yourself ditching the adults and the formalities of the event and hanging out separately -usually in the treehouse-

you weren’t really chatty or outgoing per say, especially compared to xander and jameson. however, around them your shell would fade a little bit.

grayson was still quiet around you. one time when you were 12 and he was 14, you were climbing up the tree house with a broken arm (you were too stubborn, and slightly embarrassed to ask for help) he himself was walking towards the tree house from a distance. he sees you struggle, and runs to help you without any hesitation.

you offer him a smile and small “thankyou” when you are both up

he’s halfway turned already, nods without making eye contact, and walks away.

you and grayson didn’t hit the best friends level until around 14/15

you didn’t talk to him as much as you would with xander, which is what led to xander noticing how many things in common you and grayson had

he would subtly (not subtle at all) tell grayson about recent things you were doing

“yeah, she’s into photography… just like you! isn’t that crazy?“

“did you know that she plays cello? just like you!” “i don’t play cello, xander“ “violin, cello, same thing! you could take pictures of violins together! tell me how many other people on earth you could do that with.. none! because she fascinatedly enjoys the same weird things that you do, except she does it better. you could learn some things!”

grayson slowly started talking to you more and more in group settings, and you both became more comfortable in each others presence

one time, you needed help with an art project. you had to design your own fictional apartment and create paintings, posters, photos, and furniture unique to you.

you were not the most creative person at 14, but heights country day had high expectations.

after 3 days of no progress, you called grayson explaining and asking for help.

to your surprise, he agreed to do it and over the next few weeks you both worked on it.

you started to involve snacks and watching movies (ends up being background chatter whilst you talk) or just talking in the times you worked together, to make it feel less like an appointment and more like friends talking and helping each other out

one time you suggested you play music ask background noise, and to his surprise you two had extremely similar music tastes. another thing for you to talk about!

as one of the requirements for the project were your own photos, you and grayson would sneak pictures of each other without the other knowing, and one time went out together for the sole purpose of taking photos of surroundings.

jameson liked to call that “the ultimate first date for nerds”

you and grayson both repeatedly insisted it was not a date (grayson would go all out and beyond if it was)

during these few weeks you became inseparably close, half the time you hung out to work on the project, it was long forgotten within the hour.

you realized you started to develop a small crush on him

after you turned it in and got 100, you took a chance and asked him if you two could go out to celebrate. he was extremely happy for you and your mark, and agreed

you decided on going to the park and have a celebratory picnic, not so subtly accompanied by xander and jameson about 500ft away who just so happened to be coincidentally walking by!

the awkwardness once present many years ago was long gone, and you two were laughing and talking like there was no tomorrow

to anyone who didn’t know you two, they would’ve never even guessed you were as quiet as you were around other people.

around eachother, you felt like there was no pressure to perform, put on a fake face, and any over thinking.

xander and jameson were genuinely surprised, and thought you two were secretly together, and asked grayson about it a few days later

“so! me and xander were casually strolling through the park as one does, and we just so happened to see you and y/n!” graysons infamous eyebrow arch appears with a monotone “and?”

“you were more smiley than i’ve ever seen you in my whole entire life” xander deadpans.

“do you have something to tell us?” “yeah, why would you not tell me and jameson you two were secretly dating!”

“we are not secretly dating, we were celebrating her 100 on the project we worked on.”

“oh yeah, the ‘project’” xander says in air quotes, dragging the oh with an inquisitive look on his face

graysons face is expressionless as he stays silent for a second. “i’m done with this conversation” grayson says as he walks away.

“you know gray, it wouldn’t be so wrong if you liked her. you deserve someone good for you” jameson calls out. grayson pauses for a second, and continues to walk.

hes always liked you, he just didn’t want to ruin the one good thing he had going for him in his eyes. every time he lets someone in, which is rarely, they end up gone.

you were inseparable bsfs, always getting mistaken as together by older adults, or getting told that you should be together.

you and grayson swap annotated books all the time

youd make fun of him for his over analysis of the lines and characters, whilst your annotations would often be “no fucking way” “I KNEW IT” “this psycho bitch” “WHAT” “aww”

he’d make fun of yours as well, but secretly, it was his favorite part of reading the books you’d give him, never failing to make him smile.

he went with you to homecoming, his suit and tie matched your dress and he gave you a matching corsage; all a total surprise to you

literally everybody thought you were together

he held your shoes for you when your feet got tired

after the party, you went to an icecream place and talked for hours still in your outfits. people looked at you strangely but you didn’t care because you were both too infatuated with eachother to pay any mind.

on movie nights you two would have together, you two would always look at eachother at seperate times, turning your head when his eyes are about to catch yours.

when you’d fall asleep on the couch next to him, you’d somehow wake up in your bed

when you watched the notebook together you noticed him shed a single tear whilst you were crying your eyes out

your crying immediately stopped when you saw it and relentlessly teased him for it as he says “he’d never cry to a romance movie”

when nash would come home he’d always ask grayson if you two were together yet.

you had liked grayson for around 3 years now, and you thought that if he liked you he would’ve said something by now (doesn’t make sense when you’ve liked him for 3 years but said nothing, but it’s ok)

so when a cute guy in your math class asked you to prom, you agreed

he ended up being 3 hours late, and when he did show up, he was dancing with another girl the whole time.

you didn’t even like the guy, so why were you so sad? you didn’t know.

you exited through the back door and sat in the parking lot. xander noticed your absence and called grayson right away

sitting in the parking lot with your knees to your chest, mascara threatening to run down your eyes, you notice a car pull up

upon further inspection you realise it’s grayson’s car

you stand up and walk away and he jogs towards you and calls out your name

you turn around “grayson? what are you doing here” you say with a light shake of your head

“what are you doing here.”

“it’s my prom night?”

“no, i mean out here. why aren’t you inside with everyone else?”

“i was just getting a breather, drunk teenagers am i right?” followed by a slight chuckle “im going back inside now, you can go.” you start to walk away as he’s still standing there

“you always look down when you lie, you know that?”

you stop dead in your tracks and turn around, “what?”

“whenever you lie, you look to the side, look back up, look down, and then look back up again.”

“what? you’re talking crazy grayson. just go home, i’m fine”

“there you go again, side, back up, down, up again.”

“how’d you even notice that?” you say with a star struck, almost in awe expression on your face.

he walks closer to you “i notice everything about you.”

you’re at a loss for words, just silently staring at him while he keeps talking

“i notice that you always smile at people, even if you don’t talk, you smile. i notice that even when someone has wronged you numerous times, you’ll show them kindness. i notice that whenever you’re struggling, you keep it to yourself. i notice that you also insist on doing things yourself unless you absolutely need assistance, so you don’t feel like a burden, and it drives me crazy. you drive me crazy”

you’re genuinely dumbfounded, not knowing what to say, too many thoughts jumping in of your mind you settle on “i don’t do that” real smooth

“do you remember that day in the treehouse?” he pauses, “you broke your arm, yet you still tried to climb it.”

you lightly laugh “yeah i was like 12, i thought i could do anything”

“you were still you.”

your face stills, and you notice something unfamiliar in the way grayson looking at you, something you’ve never noticed in his eyes before

“gray, what are you saying, what does all this mean?”

“i would spend my entire life noticing all the things you don’t know about yourself, and remembering all the moments you forget. because that’s what my life is. it’s you.“ he’s breathing heavier now, and pauses again “and i’ll work every single day of it proving to you that you don’t have to be alone. you are the one that showed me that, and you’re the one who needs to hear that the most. i’ll work everyday so that one day so you can see yourself from a lens that isn’t tinted with doubt. i’ll work everyday proving to you that i love you.”

by the end of his confession/monologue, he’s standing right in front of you inches away from your face you’re in genuine shock for a few seconds

“say something. anything” after a beat of silence, you reply

“you know, i kept all the photos i took of you, of us, from that one art project years ago. it’s in my special box” you say with a light laugh

a smile starts to appear on his face “your what?”

“my box full of things that i love, and never want to lose” you say in a quieter voice, looking at him straight in the eyes. “i love you, grayson, and i never want to lose you.”

he reaches for your face and kisses you like you were the air he breathed, kissed you like you were the only person in the whole world, and like his life depended on it. he kissed you, and suddenly your world felt a little bit lighter.

from that point on, you were together. you never explicitly told anyone you were together, not secret, just private.

a few weeks later, you two were walking around the hawthorne house, holding hands when xander and jameson pass by

“how do say they aren’t a couple when they do things like that!” xander exclaims pointing at your interlocked hands

jameson rolls his eyes annoyedly with a smile on his face “they are practically married at this point”

grayson turns around and looks back at xander with the faintest smile on his face “oh, we are a couple” and continues walking

“WHAT??!!”

“i so called it”

this is my first ever tumblr post i hope you enjoyedddd

if you have any advice/improvements give them!!

i have a part 2 started of what it’s like actually dating and it’s more head cannons than storytelling - this was def story/background heavy - lmk if anyone’s interested!!

#grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson x reader #nash hawthorne #the inheritance trilogy #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #avery kylie grambs #the grandest game #the brothers hawthorne

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thejudeduarte · 24 days

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Do y'all think that baby Grayson wore suits? Like, what did he wear when he was 7. Imagine a 7 year old wearing suits all the time that would be too funny 💀💀

#ik so many peile before me have talked about this #but like #yeah #grayson davenport hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #tig #tbh #thl #tfg #the inheritance games #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the inheritance trilogy #grayson #a very risky gamble

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sophiesonlinediary · 2 months

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have y’all ever thought about how the hawthornes are new money but just live the old money lifestyle

#sophie's diary entry #the inheritance games #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the grandest game #cause i do #the inheritance trilogy #grayson hawthorne

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su4vz · 1 month

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I JUST CANNOT WAIT ANY LONGER FOR THE GRANDEST GAME-

LIKE I NEED TO READ LYRA & GRAYSON MOMENTS NOW.

(honestly I’m so excited for the book to be released and I totally kinda ship Rohan and Savannah (idk k? they seem to yk vibe) 🤭)

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fictionaltrvlr · 4 months

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Literally anyone in the Hawthorne’s orbit just trying to have a normal life:

Emily Laughlin every 3 paragraphs:

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #emily laughlin #the inheritance trilogy #hawthorne #inheritance games #booklr #book memes

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bullshit-bulltrue · 1 year

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the lack of inherentance games posts on tumblr makes me want to cry

#the inheritance games #tig #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #averyjameson #libby grambs #the inheritance trilogy

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wildesqdreams · 10 months

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only you

pairing - jameson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - for jameson being the worst means always being the worst, so when he gets something for himself for once, it's hard to believe that he's the best for her.

warnings - spoilers from the book "the inheritance games", making out + avery ends up with the other person in the 'love triangle' (to be honest i never thought that it was a love triangle, but that's not the point here).

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a/n: this isn't long, but to be honest, i really like it... btw a grayson fic will be coming next ;)

his lips were on hers.

it felt right but scary. it was frightening getting lost with her, even though he liked escaping. even though he enjoyed losing his mind in things. but this was different.

he deepened the kiss, as his hand traveled down from her side to her leg, hooking it around his waist. she let out a sigh against his mouth and her fingers gently tugged at his hair, as she felt his hips press harder against hers.

it was different because the boy was scared that her warmth would be gone in a second. that her touch would get lost. that she would be pulled out of his hands.

his sweet taste with a hint of tequila left her mouth and the boy started pressing gentle kisses down her jaw. she turned her head to the side and pressed her lips to his arm, which rested beside her head. feeling the light kiss, he tensed up.

y/n turned her head back.

"you deserve everything," he murmured against her neck.

you deserve better. you deserve better than me. were the words that clouded jameson's mind.

and she knew it. she knew that he couldn't let himself believe that he deserved her.

her hand went to his shoulder, squeezing it slightly, "jameson."

his lips pressed a final kiss to her collarbone before he pulled back and looked at her. y/n could sense the worry that he tried to hide because the hawthorne's weren't meant to be weak. they weren't allowed to show pain.

"it's only you. i want you."

jameson hawthorne's history with love was harsh.

letting himself be vulnerable only made him regret it later. it was never just him. there was always someone else in the picture. his brother - grayson hawthorne. the perfect hawthorne. and as the perfect brother, he always won. first with emily and then with avery.

his hand from her thigh reached to tug a strand of hair behind her ear, before resting it on her cheek, "please, say, "tahiti", love."

that was a code that meant that the person, who didn't call it, had to metaphorically strip. but it wasn't used often, because the couple didn't want to pressure each other in saying something they weren't ready to say.

the girl slightly furrowed her eyebrows, "tahiti."

but y/n... he never had her. not even a piece of her. and jameson hawthorne hated himself for that. because with her, with his best friend, it wasn't another competition between his brother and him. and he hated that he was scared of that. of letting himself feel her love. of self-sabotaging himself. of not trying sooner.

"i'm sorry," his hand against her skin felt hot, "i always had to be worse, to win. to get noticed. to be loved," his eyes never left hers, "and you were there... waiting for me, and i was scared," his thumb stroked her skin, "scared of having something, for myself. scared of something that wasn't a lie... and sometimes, love, i wish that i haven't had fallen for a girl, who deserves the best."

"jameso-."

"but the thing is i want to be better for you," he looked at his hand that slid down, his thumb brushing against her lips, "and i will be," his eyes shifted back to hers, "because this, us, it's real and for once in my life it doesn't feel like a game, so there's no reason for me to play."

his hand rested on the side of her neck. his touch was soft, which made slight goosebumps appear on her skin. jameson leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, "i love you."

"and i love you," y/n's hand from his shoulder moved to the back of his neck, pulling him in.

kissing jameson hawthorne felt dizzy. it felt like the world was ending. it felt like her lips were burning.

and it felt like something she never wanted to stop.

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misskitreads · 2 years

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God forbid you miss a 911 in Hawthorne House and have to sing Let It Go in leather pants after telling a random you misplaced your pantaloons as atonement for violating the sacred bond of brotherhood

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pricilla-omnia-et-nihil · 30 days

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You are like an old book. You are either left alone, in darkness forgotten by the one that once loved you.

Or you are loved by not only the one that made you but by many you meet along the way; and yes even though you pages grow old like the lines on your face but they also show that you were once open, read and happy; your words never changed but over time and with different people their meaning do but never like your love never like that hope, joy, laughter you carry with you.

So which old book are you, loved and cherrished or lost and forgotten by one and all. - Pricilla♡

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m1sseveryth1ng · 26 days

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RIP Tobias Hawthorne, you would’ve loved escape rooms

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zvdvdlvr · 26 days

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hi!! plz plz plz write something for jameson hawthorne while him and f!r are doing the deed and jameson has a chain on. reader wants him closer so she pulls him down by the chain (with her teeth if that's not weird to you) kinda like in red white and royal blue. ty!! ❤️

— Midday Musings

— 🩷. Synopsis. Jameson puts the moves on you.

— 🩷. Warnings. Protected sex. Silly sex. Joking. Female reader. Possible out of character Jameson but I tried 😶‍🌫️. Dirty talk. Pet names.

“Hey you,” you greeted. The man of riddles himself sighed and slithered into your arms in complete disregard of the book in your hands. “What’s up?”

“Just missed you, pretty girl,” he mumbled, one hand coming up to settle right on your boob.

You didn’t raise an eyebrow at Jameson’s actions. He always had a thing for physical touch even before you started dating. Him clinging to any and every part of you brought you as much comfort at it brought J. “Missed you too, angel,” you replied, one of your hands finding purchase in Jameson’s hair as the other skillfully slid a bookmark between the pages and closed the book.

Jameson slowly slid a hand up your shirt. “How much did you miss me?” He asks coyly, looking up at you with his infamous shit-eating grin. You laughed in response, feeling Jameson start to unclasp your bra.

“Why don’t you find out?” You shot back, pushing Jameson aside and straddling his lap. You pulled your shirt off, giggling at Jameson’s open mouthed expression as he lays his eyes on your tits. “J,” you say, breaking his concentration. “Strip, already. Don’t keep your girl waiting,” you joke, hands feeling for hem of his shirt as he moves to unbuckle his pants.

“Bossy,” Jameson chides, already feeling the air leaving his lungs as your hips grind down on his bulge through your underwear and his boxers. “Jesus, baby.”

“Not quite,” you muse. With a smile, you latch your lips onto Jameson’s, treasuring the little groans that slipped out of Jameson’s and your mouths. A big talker, but a sucker for his girl.

Jameson’s hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements. “Baby please,” he whispered into your lips, feeling you shove your tongue into his awaiting mouth. He swallowed your groans as you did his, growing harder and harder under your core.

“Where are they, pretty boy?” You asked breathlessly. Jameson had a habit of taking his trusty box of condoms wherever he went, hoping to entice you with offers that grew increasingly risky. So basically you had no idea where the condoms were.

The moaning mess of a man under you groaned in relief. “Nightstand, se-second drawer.”

You smiled at his stutter, glad to be able to to knock him speechless for once. As you moved to grab the box, Jameson busied himself with pulling off your underwear and his. You sat back and tore open the plastic covering. With no warning you slid the condom over Jameson’s hard cock, treasuring the catch in his breath at the touch.

When you had finally finished torturing Jameson you climbed back into his lap, capturing his lips in a kiss as you teased the head of his cock, teasingly circling your cunt over his length. “Fuck,” you breathed as Jameson’s hand crept up to- yet again- take hold of your hips and urge you down oh so slowly.

“Fuck,” Jameson breathed. He was fully sheathed in your cunt, gauging your reaction and the arch of your back carefully. “Y’look so good, baby, so good,” Jameson rasped. His eyes darted around your form- hands wrapped around Jameson’s neck, back arching in a way that looked like it could have been sculpted in marble, your thick thighs pressed close to his own. Your open mouth sucked hickies on the soft skin of Jameson’s neck while occasionally nipping his skin when you felt like it.

“You alright, pretty girl?” Jameson asked lowly, slowly rocking his hips up into you as your barely audible whimpers floated up and into his eardrums. “Want me be to fuck you now? You already falling apart before the fun even starts? Poor girl,” Jameson teased, thrusting up harshly when you didn’t reply. “Now she doesn’t have anything to say.”

You groaned at Jameson’s muses, clenching around him. “Fuck me already, you horndog,” you finally breathed.

Jameson chuckled at your demand, knowing that he too was just as desperate as you.

In one swift movement, Jameson flipped you over so that your back now rested on the sheets and Jameson could fuck you a little deeper. You squeezed tightly around him at the sudden moment, pulling a loud groan out of his throat.

“Fuck J,” you whispered, “didn’t know an old dog like you could move that fast.”

Jameson audibly gasped, pausing mid thrust to stare at you. “Old dog like me? Sweetheart-“

You giggled as Jameson racked his brain for words, dick still halfway inside of your dripping cunt. “So sensitive,” you mused, pulling his lips down to meet yours by the thin golden chain you’d gifted him on your one year anniversary while wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down to fill you up again.

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