hawthorne brothers imagines

jameson hawthorne

leave or stay

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pairing - jameson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - y/n already finds herself in panic as the mystery begins, and finds herself gravitating for comfort from the troubled hawthorne.

warnings - spoilers from the book "the inheritance games".

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the night was dark, darker than usual. maybe it was because of the sky, where almost no stars could be seen, or maybe it was because of the wind that was madder than usual, or maybe it was y/n's mind playing tricks on her, not letting her forget the evening in the woods.

the gunshots. the blood. even the silence in the hallways made goosebumps appear on her skin. the secrets, the riddles, and the puzzles weren't as big of a mystery as the people who lived in the Hawthorne house.

and avery, her best friend, the biggest mystery, was living it all, or you may say - trying to survive the game, that has been playing her since the day she came.

y/n walked through the corridor with a presence behind her also in silence. she felt the warmth, but she also felt no fear - maybe it was real, or maybe the person was masking it, like the others in this house, hiding their pain and scars from the sun, fearing the burn.

as the girl arrived at her room, she opened the door, allowing the boy to follow her.

"he'll follow where ever you go" the sentence that xander said appeared in her mind, with the other thousand thoughts that have been disturbing her lately.

for a second she thought about it, but soon it was forgotten because the boy with her in the room was a riddle himself. a riddle, that cannot be solved. he liked fun and he liked games, and this whole thing was only it for him - a game.

so when y/n sat on the bed, finally facing the boy, she knew that he only was with her because of the adrenaline that the mystery caused him. he was here, looking at her with his green eyes, which were so dark in the midnight air, just for the ideas or answers, but not for closure.

"this is the first time you went through the door," she spoke breaking the heavy silence.

"and my last," his lip corners turned up, as he looked at the photographs on the cupboard, "the secret entry is much more romantic."

jameson hawthorne had a way with words.

saying meaningful things like they were nothing. like anything that he said or did was nothing. like it was just a game.

y/n swallowed, "still congrats on discovering the object that normal people enter to get into a room."

even though it was dark and even though his back was facing her, she still could feel the smirk that appeared on his face, "well, it's a good thing i'm not normal and neither is this house," he turned to her.

normal. was that even real?

since the new life that has been offered to avery, everything was just twisted. her getting the inheritance of a wealthy man, that she didn't know, her almost getting shot, and in between y/n was here to help her, to look after her.

"how do you do all of this? how can you be so calm?"

"how do you think?"

jameson hawthorne indeed was a riddle.

as the girl's eyes rolled, the boy just smiled, "you should get some rest, y/n/n, we'll continue looking tomorrow."

he turned around and reached for the handle, but before he could leave, a voice stopped him, "stay."

it was almost a whisper that could get lost in the silence, but jameson heard it loud and clear.

y/n's cheeks went red as she realized what she had said. it wasn't planned. but after the past few days she needed someone, she needed him.

even though jameson was jokes and puzzles, he also was the one by her side this whole time. the one whose presence brought comfort. peace.

"y/n, i'm not sur-"

"please, jameson."

and he did. he's not sure why. what she had. or what brought him towards her. but he knew he needed her. not for the money, not for avery, and not for the game. jameson hawthorne needed her for him. he just needed her.

jameson found himself walking towards her bed. sitting down. taking off his shoes. and soon the young boy found himself gazing at the girl.

laying in bed, facing each other, felt intimate. even though they were fully dressed, y/n couldn't stop her heart from beating. she wondered if his was as crazy as hers. if he felt the same as her.

"i think the riddle boy walls are coming down slowly," she proudly stated.

"don't get your hopes up, y/n/n," he met her eyes, "there are plenty of secrets to discover."

he wasn't smirking or flashing his charming smile. he was just looking at her, looking for a reaction in her eyes. suspicious. curious. or maybe even scared?

but before she could reply, the girl felt a warm breath on her skin near her ear, "goodnight, love," and with a gentle kiss to her cheek, jameson turned around, leaving the girl staring at his back. with a thousand questions, a thousand feelings, and a thousand butterflies in her stomach.

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