𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭
synopsis: grayson davenport hawthorne is sick. luckily his beloved girlfriend is there to help him.
pairing: grayson x reader (the inheritance games)
content (genre and warnings): fluff 100% fluff, banter, sickfic, grayson folds for reader, just grayson getting the love he deserves
word count: 0.5 k
"Gray?", you called out sleepily, half awake, but fully aware of the warm, shirtless body beside you. Grayson's hand was firmly wrapped around your waist, pulling your back even closer to his chest, if that was possible.
"You feel hot", you continued, propping on your elbows to look at his face properly. His normally perfect hair was dishevelled, but he still managed to look perfect. The kind of perfection which gave you butterflies.
"I know you find me hot, darling, but it isn't a reason to break our peaceful slumber in the middle of the night, is it?", Grayson answered, half annoyed, half amused, his voice even deeper than usual. He opened his eyes to look at you properly, running his hand through his hair.
"Not like that!", you gasped, as your cheeks burned red. "I'm saying, I think you have a fever."
"What?", your boyfriend asked with pure confusion painted all over his face. He looked absolutely adorable; it was an extremely rare sight.
"A Hawthorne doesn't get sick", he scoffed, as if you had told a dad joke. He was now fully awake and fully annoyed.
"Being a Hawthorne doesn't mean you're immune to diseases", you countered, exasperated, which was justified due to his utterly ridiculous statement. "Unless your sadistic psychopathic grandpa altered your genes to make you immune. Wouldn't be surprising, actually."
Grayson threw you a look and you rolled your eyes. You put your palm flat on his forehead and flinched back.
"You're burning!", you said, concerned, lines etching on your forehead. You stood up and rummaged through the bed-side table, and retrieved a thermometer with a victorious smile.
"Here", you tossed it to him. "Take your temperature, I'll be right back with some medicine."
You quickly ran and brought the paracetamol with a glass of water. He protested, but swallowed it once you glared at him. Yes, the all feared Grayson Hawthorne folded at your one glance.
"Now rest up", you ordered, getting into bed beside him, sitting up against the headboard. He took your hand and patted his head. You sighed, moving his head onto your lap, running your fingers through his hair, just how he liked it.
"Who would think that Grayson Davenport Hawthorne cannot sleep without his girlfriend playing with his hair", you giggled and he blushed from embarrassment. Oh, how you wanted to snap a picture right there and then, and then trade it with Jameson or Xander for some "Hawthorne gossip".
"Oh shut it", he mumbled as he snuggled closer to you, drifting asleep.
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KEIKDEKEIE THANK YOU SO MUCH🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️
Here it issss
I kinda hate it though
Her eyes
Which looks like the night sky
Always beyond reach
Filled with shine such as the
Stars and galaxies beyond
Which would look at you in love
Which would look at you with hope
To draw you in
To wrap you up
And always leave you wanting more
To venture into the shine
Which can only be seen in her eyes
OMG THIS IS SERIOUSLY SO GOOD LOVELY!!! UR SO TALENTED I LOVE THISSS <333 SHHEHSJZ UR SO GOOD
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do I write my history paper due in four days or do I not
Bro I literally procrastinate everything I'm the wrong person to ask😭😭
If it's important start tomorrow
If not do it tomorrow anyway-
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