All of my favorite quotes in The Inheritance Games (that I've marked)
"I keep mine under lock and key." - Avery Kylie Grambs
"If yes is no and once is never, then how many sides does a triangle have?" - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"Traps upon traps, and riddles upon riddles." - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"To some people, you'll be Cinderella. To others, Marie Antoinette." - Oren
"Sometimes, things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core." - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." - Mrs. Laughlin
"Maybe you're blameless. Maybe you're the evil genius that Gray seems to think you are, but at the end of the day, even if you thought that you'd manipulated our grandfather into this, I guarantee that he'd be the one manipulating you." - Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne
"In his honor, I eat this scone." - Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne
"My house, my rules." - Avery Kylie Grambs
"I'm a Hawthorne. It's never too soon to start trash-talking." - Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne
"How many of us want something you're willing to give?" - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"Everything's a game, Avery Grambs. The only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win." - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"He left you the fortune, Avery, and all he left us is you." - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"And what about you, Heiress? Are you incorruptible? Is that why he left the fortune in your hands?" - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"Everything is something in Hawthorne House." - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"Everyone is a little wrong sometimes, Heiress." - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"Because if you don't tell the story, someone else will tell it for you." - Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne
"You might think you're playing the game, darlin', but that's not how Jamie sees it. We aren't normal. This place isn't normal, and you're not a player, kid. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife." - Nash Westbrook Hawthorne
"You can play by the rules—or you can make them." - Jameson Winchester Hawthorne
"This family—we destroy everything we touch." - Grayson Davenport Hawthorne
Well, two days ago I promised a fanfic to you all, so it is here! It's a inheritance games fanfiction and I hope you enjoy it. I accept any type of criticism, but just don't offend me. Thank you! @aaal-iz-well @myster3y @myfairkatiecat @riddles-n-games@aria-1105 @formulalina15
Prologue:
Jameson lost a 911 and has to deal with his penance.
Disclaimer:
All characters are from Jennifer Lynn Barnes's book The inheritance games. None of them are mine! Mentions of Nash Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne, Alexander Hawthorne, Grayson Hawthorne, Avery Grambs, Gigi Grayson and Maxine Liu. There's some cursing and mentions of murder, but nothing serious. The author didn't deep dive in these two delicate topics. No spoilers and no smut!
English is not my first language! So I apologize for any mistakes.
(P.S.: I'm always open for fanfic suggestions.)
Words count: 17K (sorry for being so long. I just couldn't help it 😭)
Jameson was never the type of person you could call “phone addicted.” He didn't spend much time scrolling because he was always busy with his brothers, a riddle, or doing something that the police would certainly arrest him for it. As a result, charging his phone wasn't something that occupied his mind, that's why his phone died often. That's what happened on this day. He was in a phone call with Xander when suddenly his phone went dead. Letting out a sigh, he opened the bedroom he shared with Avery to search for his charger. The room was quite a mess, with clothes on the floor, in the bed and hanging lazily around a chair. It reflected the owners' minds: messy as hell, but still comfortable somehow. There was a colored cube on the floor he accidentally stepped on and kicked away as he continued looking inside a drawer.“Where is it?”, he thought.“I know it's here. I remember the last time I used it and I put it in this drawer. . .” Before he could properly finish his inner monologue, he felt IT before he heard or saw it. He felt it strong and passionately inside of him, and deep inside he just knew what it was. Someone was approaching—HER. He felt her presence almost all the time when she was around. His heart would just stop as a true and genuine felling he had never felt before her took over his entire body and soul. It was exaggerating to describe it this way, but every single thing he felt and thought about her was exaggerating. “Jamie?”, Avery spoke and, oh, he loved her voice, specially when she said the nickname his brothers gave to him. Nobody else beside them had the right to call him this was, but her? Just listening to his nickname set his blood and entire body on fire. Hungry. He was hungry for everything, even for her—specially for her. “Heiress?”, he finally turned around and his heart pounded faster when he finally looked at her and realized why she called him. Her eyes were gleaming—they were always so bright when they stared at Jameson's eyes—, a challenge that he couldn't back down on her face. He clearly wouldn't back down from anything she proposed. “Jamie.” Avery knew he loved when she said it, so she usually did it when she wanted his whole attention to her, and god-damn, she was wearing one of his shirts. She had never done it before, but it looked way better on her. She looked beautiful, he thought to himself. And he FELT how Avery had an enormous effect on him. Forget hungry. He was starving just for a piece of her.
Smirking, he said, “So, now you steal my shirts?”, his green eyes glowing more than ever.
“Only when I want to catch you off guard, like now”, her eyes told what she didn't: Avery was enjoying what she was doing to him. Of course she did, he was acting like a damn dog. They stared at each other and did not break eye contact as she walked up to him and pressed her lips to his. The kiss wasn't soft or slow. It was breathtaking, and when she pulled away, he wanted more. Forget the charger, it could wait, but his hunger could not. And probably the 911 call he received from one of his brothers could too.
Grayson would never admit, but he was terrible. Not physically, Grayson Hawthorne was at no time physically terrible. He always makes to sure to be looking good. But mentally? His mind and feelings were so awful that just “terrible” wasn't an appropriate answer. He was drowning in work—again—, swimming like crazy and doing anything that was humanly possible to stop his brain from echoing a name. Her name. So that's why he was standing again at the place Emily had died, so-and-so far from the ground. He had no equipment and wondered—again— what would happen if he jumped. Of course, it was just a thought, Grayson wasn't going to jump, but just the adrenaline that he felt with this thought kept his entire head quiet. Her name wasn't there for a moment. But moments didn't last forever, so that's why he decided to finally go back to the house.
Once he arrived, his whole body ached for something. Escapism. Her name was there again, and he knew a way to stop it. Grayson quickly took some turns around the house, and before he could even think about it, he was in the cellar. Without realizing, his hands grabbed a Tequila, took off the cover and his nose caught the smell of the liquid. Eve. Eve. Eve. Eve. He took a swing. Eve. Eve. Eve. He took another swing, this time longer than the other one, and… Nothing. It was calm. And he took more long swings. He hardly allowed himself alcohol, but in that occasion he drank it like his life depended on it.
Halfway through the bottle, one thought broke through his shields: “You need someone”. That hit him, hard. But for one second he stopped taking swings and recognized the obvious: he was broken, drowning, but he didn't have to be alone. He had his brothers and Avery and, somehow, that was everything. Eve couldn't touch this, it was totally his and only his. His family. That's what they were. So he picked his phone from his pocket and only sent one message for each of his brothers: 911.
Nash and Xander appeared in a heartbeat and, for reasons he couldn't tell, his heart overflowed with love. He felt it warm and quiet on his chest for the first time in a very long time. Nash was the first one to look at him, raising one of his eyebrows, “So what's the deal, little brother?”. Xander whispered in Nash's ear, “He seems drunk to you too, or did the explosion I caused today already affecting me?” Grayson almost raised an eyebrow when he heard his words. That would explain his clothes that seemed to be set on fire. Instead, he chose to analyze the room he requested their presence. The gaming area was an enormous place full of all kind of games, physical games—like bowling—or just games that required thinking, like chess. Being more specific, Hawthorne chess.
After four rounds of Hawthorne chess and three Grayson's victories later, strip bowling was the chosen game, and he found out in the worst way possible that strip bowling wasn't for him. Nash didn't have his boots and his socks. Since his brothers demanded when they first played strip bowling that Nash's cowboy hat wasn't a piece of clothing, he was shirtless but had his cowboy hat on. Xander didn't have shoes and socks anymore, and Grayson…was winning. He didn't wear a coat, shoes, socks, and his shirt. But he was happy to be with his brothers…or at least two of them. Grayson turned away as soon as he noticed that Jameson wasn't there and asked, “Where's Jameson?”
“Probably doing something very dangerous and assuming risks that could get him to have a meeting with God!”, Xander replied with a smile. Nash frowned his eyebrows, “I called him like 10 times, and he didn't pick up.” Wasting no more time, Grayson reached for the phone in his pocket and called Oren. The bodyguard picked up immediately. “Any problem?”, he asked, his voice calm and powerful and useless for someone like Grayson, who knew the word “power” like the back of his hand. “Where's Jameson? Is he in danger?”. He could hear the way the bodyguard shrugged. “No danger in sight, if you don't consider sleeping in Avery's bedroom a dangerous thing to do.” Jameson was sleeping, and it was almost offensive that he lost a 911, but then he realized. Jameson lost a 911, and he was going to pay for it like Grayson did. He smiled and turn off the phone call. “As much as I love to see you smile, I can tell where this is going”, Nash replied. Xander was amused, his eyes as bright as the sun. “So Jameson really lost a 911?”. They didn't answer, but instead the rest of the evening was wasted between plans and more plans for his penance.
1:00 am
Jameson noticed that he lost a 911 call, and he knew his brothers would come after him with a wicked plan. Surprised wasn't an adjective to describe his emotions when Xander appeared out of nowhere at night and started to play a trumpet. But furious and about to end Xander were appropriate words. “STOP!”, he yelled through gritted teeth, trying to cover his ears with a pillow. Nash put a hand on his little brother shoulder to stop him. “Enough, Xan. Enough.” Grayson was behind him, and Jameson could swear he almost smiled. Reluctant, he got up from the bed. “It's time for my penance.” It wasn't a question, and nobody corrected him. Instead, he just received a devilish smile from Nash. It was going to be a very, very long night.
1:30 am
Max was spending the Christmas holiday at the Hawthorne house in her own wing, where his brothers dropped him. She smiled, a big and bright smiled that he almost feared. Almost. “Hello, little duck.” He snorted. “Not sure about being a duck.” She meant dick, but he chose to ignore it. “However. Just sit in this chair and let me do my magic.” He sat, and she covered his face in a really white foundation, drawing a smile with her makeup pencil, covering his cheeks a really shiny red. “I think I know what you're doing, but I better be wrong.” Max smirked, and he decided that smirking didn't look good on her. Actually, it was never a good thing when someone who wasn't him smirked. “I can't tell you. Xander made me promise.”
“I think so.” And he let her finish, putting a blue wig on his head, covering his hair. Thrilled, she picked a small mirror on the desk, showing his reflection to him. “Do you like it?”. He was right indeed. Xander had asked his girlfriend for a clown makeup for him. She gave him a card with an address written on it as he left her wing. He was going to kill Xander. Suffocated, precisely. With his own damn wig. Opening the card, there was an address that he did not recognize:
Flower Boulevard Street, 89
P.S.: Gigi must drive.
2:00 am
Gigi knew how to drive a car. Of course she did. At least that was what she told him before breaking all the traffic laws. Jameson wasn't a fan of laws and endless rules, but after this 30 minutes painful ride and almost dying more times than he could count, he was a new fan of the traffic law, apparently. She stopped in front of a building, some pop music blasting on the radio, his face so white that it looked like he was a ghost. After a few minutes of searching for his soul that clearly was lost along the way, his eyes analyzed the construction. He had thought about the worst places that his brothers would have chosen as a location for the evening, but a big and luxury hospital didn't cross his mind, not even once. But there he was, standing in full clown clothes in the hospital parking. Gigi grabbed his arm. “What are you waiting for? I thought you liked a challenge.” He did, and that's why he entered the construction.
2:15 am
He managed to get lost inside the hospital, but that was way better than Gigi getting lost four times while driving 'cause she insisted on not using the GPS. After a few minutes, he founded his brothers. Unfortunately. “Wooow! He looks awfully amazing”, Xander shouted. “This isn't your best moment, little brother”, Nash laughed. Grayson just looked, without saying anything at first. Then he raised an eyebrow. “I think you lost something, Mr.Clown”, he told Jameson, pulling out leather pants from his hands. Not common leather pants, but THE leather pants. He was doomed.
2:25 am
Out of all his brothers, Jameson was the leanest, but the leather pants still squeezed him really tight. It was almost painful, and he needed ten minutes to make them fit. “Comfortable?”, Grayson asked, enjoying this moment more than anything else. Jameson gave a Cheshire cat smiled, not giving him the satisfaction to see his discomfort. “More than ever, big brother.” Grayson smirked, and he wondered why everyone was suddenly smirking at him all the time. Nash leaned on the doorway, his cowboy hat hiding his smile. “Ready to put on a show, Jamie?” A show? What the actual fuc...”
“I have balloons!” Xander tossed three bags of balloons at Jameson's face, and he caught each one, his face marked with confusion. “Why do I need balloons?”
“For the kids!”, Xander smiled, thriving. “There are some sad and unfortunate kids on this hospital that need some fun and joy in their lives, and you're going to bring fun and joy. That's what clowns do, isn't it, Mr.Clown?”
He could feel the need to wash off all the makeup in the sink bathroom and take off his ridiculous clothes, including his fancy clown shirt. But he promised it to his brothers. Grayson had called and he didn't come. That was his penance. “Where are the kids?”, he asked.
3:35 am
One hour and ten minutes later, Jameson was at the edge of a breaking down. Sure he could deal with one or two kids playing with his wig, trying to pull his clothes, licking his face when they thought he couldn't see, getting on the ceiling, screaming, crying, popping the balloons, trying to slap him, laughing and making jokes of him, swearing, running and so much more. But twenty? It seemed and felt like hell. He couldn't even judge the kids, 'cause little Jamie was worse than that kids. He looked at Nash after one of them spat on his face, “Please, Nash. Please stop this.” All three of them laughed, Xander more pleased with himself than ever. He had video every time a kid did something to him and threatened to send them to Avery. Jameson didn't even try to stop him, his little brother was going to show Avery one way or another. And he was mortified. “Please. It's been one hour. I can't handle more.” Jameson Hawthorne didn't beg, of course not. But he was about to get on his knees if Nash didn't look at him and decided that the poor boy had enough. “Alright, kids!” He shouted and all of them immediately stopped what they were doing, something that Jameson couldn't do. He felt jealous. “Form a line, so the clown can say goodbye to you all.” They said an audible “noooo”. Apparently, they liked to torture him. He went to say goodbye to every kid when they finally formed a line, some of their names carved on his brain as he passed. Brian. Yasmin. Joe. Kloe. Patrick. Pablo. Iago. . .
“Where's Iago?”, Kloe said, looking behind her. Jameson counted the kids and there were only 19 of them. Oh, hell. “Nash”, he looked at his oldest brother while he nodded, understanding what he meant with just one word. “Go there, Jamie. We'll stay here.” He took a glance at the kids. “So, how are we feeling about dancing?” They screamed in excitement. Jameson couldn't understand how he did it.
4:05
Where were this kid? Jameson had searched absolutely every god-damn room of the hospital, had warned the nurses, and they still had not found him. He couldn't help but remember when he disappeared as a kid. It didn't take a couple of minutes to find him, it took hours. Sometimes even days. He swallowed hard, thinking what would happen if Iago wasn't found. What if he was in danger? How would his parents react? What if he managed to get out of the hospital…
“Oh my god, Iago! Can you calm down for a second? You're going to spill my coffee all over the room.” He heard someone say in a room at the end of the hallway, stopping to look what was going on. Gigi trying to take Iago off of the ceiling with a cup of coffee in her hand. The scene was a one to be recorded, if Jameson wasn't freaking out. “Iago! Get off of there!”, he commanded, and surprisingly the kid seemed to hear. “I don't know”, Iago mumbled and he looked worried. Scared. That shattered Jameson's heart. He picked up the kid, careful to not let him fall or break the ceiling. “Thank you”, the infant wrapped his hands around his neck, not letting go. Gigi was very embarrassed. “I couldn't get him off, he didn't hear me.” Jameson was so confused on why she was still at the hospital, at 4 am, drinking coffee. But all he did was to shrug, “They don't hear me too.” And they walked back to his brothers only to found Nash dancing with them. God has favorites, he thought.
8:00 am
Ten minutes later they arrived at Hawthorne House and Jameson dropped dead on his bed. After taking off the makeup, clown clothes and the leather pant, obviously. But his body naturally woke him up at 7:45, and he couldn't get any sleep after that. And that's why he was on the roof when he heard steps. “You put out quite a show to the kids.” It was Grayson talking.“The hospital called, asking if you're going to visit again.” Not a chance in hell. He liked the kids—actually, loved them— but he couldn't handle them all at once. It was draining. Grayson knew it, that's why he was smirking, almost showing a smile. “You know”, Jameson started, “that I only didn't pick up because my phone had died?” It was basically his way of saying that, if he knew that Grayson was calling, that he needed him, he would appear in seconds. And he always would. Despite all the offenses, the teasing and the fights, Jameson would walk through hell for Grayson. He knew that, and Grayson would do the same. If all that it took to make him laugh, smile or to just take the weight off his shoulders a bit was to see Jameson dressed up as a clown, he would do it a hundred times. And he would do it over and over, no just because “that's what brothers do”, but because that's what you do when you love someone—you show them your love and loyalty. 911 wasn't just a simple code, it was meant to their brothers know how much they loved and appreciated each other, even though sometimes they have a hard time telling or showing it. Jameson knew the meaning behind this simple code, and it would kill him if Grayson thought that Jameson didn't care for his older brother. They all cared for each other, that's what made them the Hawthorne brothers. Not just the DNA because, when you grow up between the Hawthornes, you couldn't care less for biology. “I know,” Grayson replied, and his tone gave something else. Of course, I know, but I won't go deep into it right now, he seemed to say. So they just stood there, watching the sun and enjoying each other's company, without admitting it.
jimmy keene being protective of his wife when’s he in prison bc he only know how anxious she get when he’s not around 😭🥹
Hi lovely!
Thank you so much for your request. I do apologize for taking so long to get this to you and I am sorry for any writing mistakes that are in this little blurb but I really hope that it was worth the wait and makes you smile.
Enjoy!
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Being in prison while you were single and had no girlfriend or wife to worry about was one thing but when you are in a situation like Jimmy and you have a wife at home constantly worrying about you and how you are getting on, it gives you a sense of urgency. A sense to want to be by her side when she does have those anxious thoughts. A sense to hold her, kiss her and tell her everything is going to be ok and that she has nothing to worry about.
“I hate sleeping alone.” Y/n said as she sat across from her husband in visitation.
“I know, I hate it too.” Jimmy replied, reaching for her hands quickly before a guard saw and told him not to touch her.
Y/n grasped his hands tightly. She knew they didn’t have much time but any form of contact with Jimmy right now was very much cherished, even if it was a fast hand hold.
“I’ll be out before you know it and then we can plan our future.” Jimmy said, trying to ease y/n’s mind.
“I know you will but it just feels like it will never happen and I just want you home where I know you are safe and have no one dangerous around you that could possibly hurt you.” Y/n explained to him which made him smile sympathetically.
“I love you, you know that?” Jimmy said after a minute of looking at her.
Y/n blushed and looked down at the table where their hands were just resting.
“I love you too.” She said just as a guard told the inmates to wrap up their time.
“I really wish I could kiss you.” Jimmy said and y/n sighed.
“I miss you so much baby.” Y/n said, feeling her heart break as Jimmy stood.
“I miss you too but I will see you soon, ok.” He told her, giving her a wink before he joined the other inmates that were heading back in.
Truth be told, y/n could hit Jimmy so hard for putting her through this but she knew this would bring them closer and like Jimmy said, it was only a matter of time before they would see each other on the outside again.
Neither of them knowing just how soon it would be.
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taron x reader, i came up with this idea last night when i was in the shower😭😭
u and taron are both on the red carpet and you both get interviewed with the question, “where do you see yourself in 7 years?” then they both waffle on whatever… but u and taron are on the red carpet together bc you’re both in this new film franchise together, from start to finish.
then 7 years later, u and taron are together, married and have a baby coming along the way, etc. and are both on the the red carpet again for their final film of their film franchise. and then suddenly you meet up with the same interviewer and this is just a full circle moment bc u and taron never even thought of the fact that you two would of ended up together/to even been married to each other and having a baby soon and the interviewer is just a shocked as you are with ending up with taron because you never even thought of it 🥹😭
Hi Lovely!
Thank you so much for your request. I apologize for taking so long with it but I thank you for your amazing patience and support during this time. I also want to apologize for any mistakes in this imagine and also if it doesn't make much sense or seems like it's all over the place, I am sorry for that as well.
I hope though the this imagine was well worth the wait. I hope that you enjoy!
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The idea of red carpets were always a daunting thought for y/n especially since she did not like the limelight or having all eyes on her at all but even she knew that it came with the job she had chosen to do. Thankfully though, she wasn’t alone on this red carpet.
Y/n had been casted in a movie that was set to kick off a new franchise and this was the premier of it. She was very proud of all the hard work everyone had poured into it but she was even more proud of the friendships she had developed while working on the movie. This included her close bond with her fellow cast mate, Taron Egerton.
He was a good looking guy and very sweet. He always made sure that y/n felt comfortable on set and during the scenes they shared together. He’d be the first one to greet her in the morning and bid her goodnight at the end of the day. Hell he even had her coffee order memorized and had a cup waiting for her when she arrived on set. He was truly amazing and she felt very lucky to be in his life.
“Are you ok?” Taron asked, taking note of the terrified look in y/n’s eyes.
She looked over at him and surreptitiously shrugged her shoulders, letting him know that she was trying to put on a brave face.
Taron smiled at her warmly and took hold of her hand in the hopes that it would help calm and ground her. She returned his smile and continued posing for pictures with him and the rest of the cast.
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Once the photos were taken, it was time for the interviews and that was something y/n also hated. She felt like the questions were repetitive and found them to be somewhat invasive at times.
Taron knew how she, he viewed interviews the same way and before walking the carpet, he promised y/n that they could do the interviews together, that way there was less to do, if that made any sense.
She thanked him for his kindness and accepted his offer.
“Now I know you both probably get this question a lot, especially you y/n because you are newer to the acting game but where do you see yourselves in 7 years time?” The interviewer asked.
Y/n felt her heart race. She wasn’t prepared to be put on the spot like that but she knew she had to answer the question eventually.
“I suppose where anyone else sees themselves. Being happy and living life in a way that makes me happy and makes me fulfilled.” Y/n said as she felt Taron squeeze her hand in encouragement. She glanced at him quickly and smiled as she spoke.
The interviewer seemed happy with her answer and then turned to Taron to hear his answer in where he saw himself seven years from now.
*7 years later*
The movie franchise that Taron, Y/N, Luke Evans, Henry Cavill, Anthony Hopkins, Matt Dillon and Mark Hamil were in went off with massive success and it was a dream come true. Y/n felt incredibly blessed to have been a part of such an amazing few movies with an amazing cast and crew. She was so proud of how far the movie had come and just how far she had come since the premiere of the first movie.
Today however was the premier of the very last movie in the said franchise. It was sad to say goodbye to it but it was also exciting because it meant that she and her now husband could move on with their lives and enjoy what the future held for them.
“You look absolutely beautiful, my love.” Taron said as he came up behind y/n who was standing in front of the mirror staring at herself.
“Pft, I feel like a bloody beached whale, no thanks to you.” She replied with a scoff. Taron’s hands moved to rest on her growing baby bump.
“Don’t be silly, you do not look like a beached whale.” Taron replied with a gentle tone.
Y/n smiled at him through the mirror.
“We should go before I change my mind and decide that the sofa is a better choice for tonight.” She told him.
“After you, love.” Taron replied as he stepped back from his wife, letting her have room to walk out of their bedroom.
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Much like years prior, y/n felt her nerves rise and her hands grow clammy. Her heart rate picked up and she felt self conscious again.
“Just breathe baby, I’m right here and so is our little one. Just focus on us.” Taron said, only for y/n to hear.
Y/n looked at him and nodded before lifting his hand to her mouth to kiss it. He was her rock in times like this and she couldn’t wait to see how he would fair when the baby made her arrival.
“I know, thank you Tan. I’m just glad the photo ops are done with.” She told him and he kissed her cheek.
“Just the interviews now and then movie time.” He replied, very eager to get everything done with so he could go home and cuddle with y/n in their bed while eating leftover dinner from the night prior.
“Fuck me, yeah.” Y/n replied as she and Taron walked over to where the interviews were being taken.
The pair of them got through two interviews and they had one more left before they could go inside and find their seats. It would have been a boring interview where y/n and Taron had to fake smiles and whatnot but this time, they saw a familiar face.
“Hello you two. It’s been a while.” The interviewer said and Taron chuckled. Y/n just smiled warmly.
“Seven years I think.” Taron said.
They had a quick minute to catch up before the camera recorded the interview and thankfully everything went swimmingly.
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Imagine James being butthurt because the OC is calling him Keene instead of James or Jimmy or whatever she used to call him 😮💨😮💨
JAMES WOULD BE SO AGGRAVATED ABOUT IT HIS WHOLE SENTENCE .
Even during visits he wasn't "James" or "Jimmy" , he was just "Keene" . Y/n couldn't even stomach to be in the same room as him , let alone call him by his name . I guess that's what he gets to say the least 🤷♀️
he would walk around the whole prison in a mood . Ignoring people , almost getting himself into fights , even being rude to McCauley and Hall for no apparent reason.
He'd even have a little pout on his face or at times refuse to give out important information all because of one little outlying factor. Only being called "Keene"
HERE WE GO also disclaimer I'll be sending requests in the following days too (most likely) so yep buckle up for a possible spam..
The reader absolutely DEMOLISHING Jimmy (I'm sorry but I'm fuming when I think of him cheating he so deserves it) and I mean she sees right through his bs and shamelessly calls him out and shoots him down everytime he tries to "apologize".
Like imagine when she's filling him in on the case he's trying to talk to her, but she's all business
THAT IS OKAY!! This is what’s getting me out of my “I’ve been depressed for 4 days” slump, I need this pls 😭 send as many as you’d like!!
but no seriously , she’d be irritated at the many times he’d tried to have a conversation about that night when she’s trying to get him the details of the case , she’d just simply blow her lid
“that night- I had no idea what I was doing , I’m so-“
“you weren’t sorry when you were balls deep inside her were you? It seemed you had a clear enough mind to be able to get her into my home and in my bed . But that’s what we’re here for James , we’re here to try and get you cleared , so please , stay on fucking topic .”
“Cant we just put this aside and talk for one se-“
“We are talking . The man you’ll be in with is Larry Hall , he’s been declared a serial confessor. What have you learned from the file given to you Jimmy?”
She’d eat his ass right up , she knew he would get caught from the moment he started dealing weed in highschool , so this was a big “I have the upper hand” moment for y/n .
Also you know how in the show Lauren goes undercover as James' gf to get info? Since I'm guessing that'll be the OC (I forgot it's an OC now not reader my bad sorry) and yk how the meetings are all in the same time? Like all the convicts are sat in the room talking to their ppl, and Jimmy's meeting happens to match Larry's. He sees James and the OC and asks him about her later on and he gets a bit protective yk. Like he tries to shoot Larry's questions down as best as he can but maybe ends up telling him a story from their past to not seem suspicious and mess everything up
I’m so indecisive over it at this point , I’m keeping it as an x reader until I get my shit together 😭😭
BUT! THIS IS GOLDEN!
they would both be leaving the visiting room together , Larry following close behind Jimmy before he spoke to him .
"James?"
"What is it , Larry?" Jimmy was starting to get sick and tired of being asked questions about his life every single day.
"How do you know that woman? It seems like you guys have a history?"
James was tense when he asked the question, partially because it was about Y/n , but also because he was scared it would blow his cover.
"I don't wanna talk about that right now Larry , what about uhm- that gir-"
Larry interupped his sentence .
"Was she one of the women ? Yknow , one of the 80?" Larry asked , remembering when he had asked James his body count one of the first days he met him .
James sighed softly , still tense from the questions .
"No , she wasn't" the man stated , his shoulders finally relaxing as he turned to face the corrupted man behind him . "She was the first woman I actually had a relationship with , since high school . She used to be apart of some stupid yearbook committee , we became friends and then one thing led to another." James stated , wanting to keep it short , simple and to the point without blowing his or her cover.
"there , ya happy ?" Keene had stated before walking off and not letting Larry have a last word.
but James knew he would be back to ask more questions , he always did .
jimmy keene x reader - fluff with work with/for him with his business. if you don’t mind writing, sorry for the lack of word, it’s the morning for me 😭🤍
Hi lovely!
First off, I am so sorry for taking so darn long to get this to you but I hope the imagine was worth the wait. I also want to let you know that this imagine is not edited so if you any mistakes, please forgive me. Also, this imagine is on the shorter side and I tried to make it fluffy but I feel like with Jimmy, my brain kind of came out with an undertone of sass and flirtation in a way so I apologize for that as well.
Enjoy!
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Working for a business tycoon was a daunting task especially since it was the first thing she had out of college but it was a learning experience nonetheless and for that she was grateful. Because of her job, she now had the confidence and know-how of when people were genuinely interested in something she brought to the forefront or if they were just flirting with her because they wanted something that she wasn’t willing to give them.
Her boss was something else too. He was confident and knew what he wanted in a client. Not only that but there were times that he could be cocky and it wasn’t something that she particularly liked about him but he did have a side to him that he didn’t really show to anyone but her.
“Morning Mr. Keene.” Y/n greeted as the man swaggered into the office. He looked at her and offered her the smallest of smiles. He had a lot on his mind and he felt stressed, which was no surprise as he was always stressed it seemed.
“Can I get you a coffee?” Y/n asked as he walked past her. He gave her a simple nod and went to his office.
“Right. It’s one of those days.” Y/n muttered to herself, scooting her chair back and walking to the staff kitchen to make Jimmy a coffee that he looked like he really needed.
Now, normally y/n would leave it at that but today she found herself in a particularly sassy mood and wasn’t really wanting to put up with her boss’s silent and cocky mood. Because of this, she thought she’d go and pull out a little something she thought he might have a use for. The item may get her fired but at this point, she didn’t care.
She placed the item on the small saucer next to the cup and smirked to herself. Time for his reaction.
When she reached his office, he was looking over some files and barely acknowledged her knock.
“I have your coffee Mr. Keene.” She said, placing the cup and saucer on his desk before walking back to her desk.
It took a minute or two but eventually she got the reaction she wanted. He looked up and in her direction with a scowl. He motioned for her to come to his office and she did but with a smirk.
“What the fuck is this?” He asked, annoyed.
“What’s what Mr. Keene?” She asked as innocently as she could.
“Don’t play stupid with me. You know what.” He said as he pushed the item toward her.
“What does it look like?” She asked, starting to let her sass show through.
Although Jimmy found it amusing, he still saw it as inappropriate for the workplace.
“If you must know, it’s a tampon.” Y/n told him, folding her hands together in front of her.
“Why is it here?” He asked through slightly gritted teeth.
“Given your mood when you walked through the door this morning sir, I thought it might be of use to you.” Y/n told him, trying not to laugh at the look on his face.
Jimmy looked at her and felt his blood boiling a little. He knew she was teasing him and that this was all in good fun as they usually did things like this to each other but he wasn’t liking the type of teasing she was giving him, especially with his mood given the big deal that had fallen through the night prior after she had left the office building.
“Was I wrong sir?” Y/n teased again, feeling very proud of herself.
“Very.” He replied simply, seeing a client walk towards his office.
“Keene, we need a word.” The man said as he knocked on the door. Thankfully y/n had heard him coming over and grabbed the tampon before the man could see it.
“If that’s all sir, you know where to find me if you change your mind.” Y/n said before walking back to her desk so Jimmy and the man could talk.
Boy, Jimmy sure knew how to pick them but he had plans for her once his client left. He knew she could dish it but could she take the same kind of innuendo? He would certainly wait and see.
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Thank you for your request and I'm sorry that it took me this long to get it out for you to read. I want to let you know that this is not edited so there may be mistakes and if that's the case, please forgive me. I also want to say that it is on the shorter side but hopefully it's enjoyable to read.
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-Jimmy prided himself on working hard but sometimes that meant late nights at the office. Something that y/n hated.
-On the nights that Jimmy came home late, y/n made sure that his sweatpants were laid out in the bathroom for him as she knew that he liked having a shower when he got home, especially before bed because it helped him relax and destress.
-The next morning, Jimmy would be a nightmare to wake up but when he would wake up, he’d be grumpy.
-Y/n always made sure to have fresh hot coffee waiting for him when he’d trudge down the stairs and into the kitchen where she would be sitting and eating her breakfast.
-”Good morning grumpy.” Y/n would say when she saw him in all his shirtless glory.
-”Not grumpy.” He’d reply as he poured his coffee, making it to his liking.
-”Sure you aren’t.” She replied with amusement.
-Jimmy would take a long drink of the caffeine and let it work its magic before walking over to his wife, giving her a kiss and a proper morning greeting😉😉
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I have a cute taron idea, what if the reader and him have a mutual friend
Reader is new to the area and bonded with someone
Meeting them and their friends for drinks, this includes taron. From there they keep accidentally running into eachother until they are just planning things with eachother
Hi lovely! Thank you for being so patient with me all this time. I am sorry that it took me this long to get this to you but I hope that what I have written was well worth the wait. I do also want to say that I have not edited this so if there are any mistakes, please forgive me.
Enjoy!
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Two weeks, three days, four hours and six minutes was how long y/n had been living in the small seaside town of Aberystwyth and if she was being honest, y/n never thought she’d be the type to want to live in a place like Aberystwyth as she was drawn to the city but when she visited the town, there was just something about it that made her feel like she was home. It was comforting and felt like a place she could really settle down in and maybe start a family.
There were so many things that y/n was looking forward to doing here and one of those things was decorating her house in a way that made her happy and for her that looked like living in a rainbow. It was something that she had always wanted when she was a kid and now that she was an adult with her own money, there was nothing holding her back. It was also cathartic for her as she was currently in the middle of a breakup and even though it ended well, it still hurt….alot.
This brings us here, Friday morning in Tesco with y/n trying to find fun household items that were happy and colorful. She managed to find some really cool looking plates and cups but nothing else was grabbing her attention, so she decided that it was time to start heading to the check out when she hit a man with her cart.
He stopped and looked up from his phone with a somewhat shocked expression.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. Are you ok?” Y/n gasped, feeling terrible.
“Don’t you worry, he’s fine. I told ugly to not stand in the middle of the aisle where he was an easy target.” The woman with the man said.
“Still, I’m the one with the shopping cart and my head was in the clouds and I wasn’t paying attention, so, I’m sorry.” Y/n replied.
The woman chuckled and waved her hand in the air as if dismissing the apology.
“She’s right, I was in the way and more focused on my phone.” The man spoke and he would have continued had his phone not buzzed with a text from Taron.
“It’s T. I’ll be right back.” The man said to the woman as he walked away.
“Are you sure he’s ok?” Y/n asked the woman after a minute of silence.
“Jack’s fine. No harm done, I promise.” The woman said, finally giving the man’s name up.
“Ok.” Y/n said softly, starting to feel a little out of her element.
“Hey, this is going to sound a little strange since we’ve just met but why don’t you join Jack and I for drinks on the beach tonight.” The woman said and y/n bit her lip in hesitation.
“Oh I don’t know. I’m not much of a drinker and besides, I don’t think I will be much fun at all.” Y/n told her.
“I’m sure that’s not true but if you change your mind, here is my card. Just shoot me a text or you can call. It’s up to you.” The woman said with a smile.
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Y/n said, taking the card and looking at it before turning her eyes back to the woman.
“Can I ask you something?” Y/n asked the woman, whose name on the business card read Davina.
“Of course.” Davina replied.
“I’ve just moved here and I have some furniture I have to put together, which I can’t figure out how to put together. Do you know anyone that can help me?” Y/n asked shyly. She hated making herself sound incapable of doing anything but given the fact that she no longer had a man to help her with these kinds of things and the instructions were in Welsh, she really could use the help.
“I think I know of someone who might be able to help.” Davina replied with a smirk, knowing full well that both Taron and y/n could benefit from meeting each other since Taron was going through a break up and sensing by y/n’s tone, she was also going through one. It was time to medal…..Davina’s favorite thing to do when it came to her friends.
“Oh, that’s great. What’s their number?” Y/n asked with a hopeful tone.
“You could ask them at the beach tonight, you know, if you change your mind tonight.” Davina replied with a smirk.
“Can I at least know their name?” Y/n questioned.
“Taron.” Davina answered simply as she saw Jack walking back to them.
“So, what did I miss?” Jack asked, looking between the women.
“Nothing much, I just invited her to join us on the beach tonight and offered Taron’s services.” Davina told him with a hint of suggestiveness to her voice. Jack raised his brow at her.
“That sounds like fun. I hope you can make it.” Jack said as the three of them wrapped up their conversation and bid each other goodbye.
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Later that night as y/n walked down to the prom, she started having second thoughts about joining these people that she didn’t really know yet.
She knew that if she wanted to have any connections in this town, meeting new people and making friends with them was mandatory but it was the first meeting that was the most daunting for y/n.
“Oh good you’re here. I was beginning to think that you changed your mind again.” Davina said as she greeted y/n.
“I almost did.” Y/n replied honestly and Davina smiled.
“Well I’m glad you came anyway.” Davina said before taking a swig of her beer.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Davina asked as she pulled the can away from her mouth.
“Do you have anything other than alcohol?” Y/n asked reluctantly.
“Um, I think so but let me go check.” Davina said as she walked off, leaving y/n standing there looking around at the group awkwardly.
“Hey y/n, come join us.” Jack called as he noticed the woman looking around.
Y/n smiled shyly and nodded as she made her way over to the man and the few others he was talking with.
“Guys, this is y/n. Y/n this is Bleddyn, Sian, Ashley, Calvin and this is Taron.” Jack said with a cheeky glint in his eyes.
“Hi.” Y/n squeaked out, waving at everyone.
“There you are.” Davina said as she sat down next to y/n. “I found a coke. That ok?” Davina continued, handing y/n the can.
“That’s great. Thanks.” Y/n said gratefully.
“So y/n, what brings you to Aber?” Sian asked, curious to know about this seemingly new addition to their friend group.
“Fresh start.” Y/n replied simply and Sian nodded; she knew what that meant and so did Taron who had been unable to take his eyes off of her since the moment he saw her walking toward them.
“I get that.” Davina said, looking over at Taron and smirking at him surreptitiously.
“How long have you been in town?” Taron asked, knowing what Davina’s smirk meant.
“About two weeks.” Y/n told him and he nodded.
“What do you think so far?” He questioned.
“It’s been alright so far. It’s different to what I’m used to but it’s growing on me.” Y/n said, running her thumb along the rim of the coke can.
“Well that’s good to hear we haven’t driven you out of town yet.” Bleddyn said, pulling Taron and y/n from their little bubble.
“At this point, I don’t think I could be driven out by anyone or anything.” Y/n responded warmly, earning a smile from everyone around her.
For the rest of the night, everyone milled around and talked and told y/n stories of their youth which ultimately made her laugh along with them as they reminisced about a time when things were simpler and you could afford to be worry free.
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One week later, y/n found herself back in tesco but this time she was working there. She had applied not long after Sian told her that she could pull some strings. It may not have been anything y/n was looking for but it was a job and everyone had to start somewhere, right? Well, that’s how she saw it anyway.
While she was stocking shelves, she felt someone back up into her, causing her to drop what was in her hand onto her foot before it bounced to the ground and started rolling away from her. They immediately apologized and bent down to help her retrieve the rolling cans.
“Don’t worry about it, accide- oh, it’s you.” Y/n said as she looked up at the person and found Taron in front of her. He smiled at her.
“Hi.” He said sheepishly, handing her the two cans he had picked up off the ground.
“Hi.” Y/n replied back shyly. Shit he was even more gorgeous up close.
“Thanks.” Y/n said, referring to the cans.
“You’re welcome. Is your foot ok?” Taron asked, hoping she wasn’t too banged up.
“Oh yeah, it happens all the time. I’m quite clumsy so had you not bumped into me, I probably would have still ended up with a bruised foot in some way or another.” She explained and Taron chuckled.
“You sure?” He asked, wanting to make absolutely sure that she was ok.
“I am, thank you.” Y/n told him warmly.
Taron smiled at her and nodded his head. He had no idea what to say to her next. He felt his brain was turning to mush and no words were coming to mind. Y/n could see this and chuckled.
“Am I making you nervous?” She questioned, feeling slightly proud of that fact. It wasn’t often she did that to the opposite sex.
“Pft, no.” Taron replied a little too quickly.
“Taron, where are you?” A person called from the next aisle. Taron looked to where the voice was coming from before he looked back at y/n.
“I better go or she’ll wonder where I am, find me and embarrass me.” He said quickly. Y/n smiled and held back a chuckle.
“It was nice seeing you Taron.” Y/n said as he walked off. He waved over his shoulder and y/n got back to work.
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Two days after that, y/n was unloading some gardening supplies when a dog came sprinting toward her before hiding behind her legs for protection.
“Where did you come from?” Y/n said as she looked down at the little furball.
The dog looked up at her with its eyes half closed and nose up in the air as though they were sniffing the air so they could sense any and all impending danger.
“NELLY!” Taron shouted when he rounded the corner and caught a glimpse of someone bent over petting her head and giving her ear scratches.
Nelly cowered a little as she enjoyed the attention.
“She’s no trouble at al- oh, Taron.” Y/n said pleasantly surprised to see him again.
“Hello.” He said shortly. He wasn’t upset with y/n, he was upset with the fluff ball that decided to pull a harry houdini and escape as she and Taron took a walk.
“Driving you batty?” Y/n asked, seeing his expression.
“You have no idea. Normally she’s well behaved but today, she’s a devil.” Taron said, looking at his little companion.
Y/n looked down at the pup as well and if she didn’t know any better, she would swear that Nelly just looked at her and smiled sheepishly whilst shrugging her shoulders.
“Well that’s not very nice.” Y/n said to Nelly who decided to hang her head in hopes that her new friend would feel bad for her.
“No, I agree.” Taron said sternly.
Y/n could sense that he was stressed about something and whenever she sensed that, even within herself, she always made some tea or coffee if he needed something stronger and she always had a baked treat like a piece of cake or something like that.
“I don’t want to keep you but if you want, I was going to unload this and go in for a cup of coffee. Would you like to join me?” Y/n asked with a hint of hope in her voice.
Taron huffed and looked at Nelly. This was all Davina’s doing, it had to be because Nelly never took off and hid behind strangers the way she was hiding behind y/n.
“Thank you. Coffee sounds great.” Taron said, a smile growing on his face but it didn’t reach his eyes and that’s how y/n knew something was on his mind.
“Ok, great, let me just pull the fertilizer out of the back and we can go in.” She told him, pulling on the bag.
“Here, let me.” Taron said and she stepped aside gratefully. Those damned bags were heavier than she realized.
“Where would you like it?” He asked, effortlessly hoisting the bag over his shoulder. Y/n was impressed, he was handsome and strong. She liked that.
“Follow me. Nelly, you too, come on.” Y/n said, directing the man and dog to where she wanted the bag.
Taron set the bag down where y/n told him to and then the three of them went inside for coffee and cake. Nelly though got fresh water and some doggy biscuits that y/n had on hand for her dog, walter, who had taken a liking to Nelly.
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“Thanks for the coffee but we should go.” Taron said as he tapped his fingers on the table.
“You don’t have to. I’m enjoying the company.” She replied truthfully.
“We’ve taken enough of your time but maybe we can hang out again.” Taron said and y/n smiled. She was sad that he wanted to leave so soon but she understood.
“I’d like that. Maybe we could go out for coffee next time.” Y/n suggested.
Taron looked up and locked eyes with her. He really liked her and if he wanted to get to know her on a more personal level, he’d have to bite the bullet and tell her that.
“How about dinner on Friday night?” He suggested instead and y/n’s cheeks faintly heated up while her heart beat faster.
“With or without the dogs?” Y/n asked, skirting around the fact that she was unsure if this was an official date or not.
“Without.” He replied in the same tone y/n did with that questioned.
Y/n composed herself a little bit and smiled confidently, making Taron smile back in amusement.
“I think I can do Friday night.” She teased.
“I will text you the details and then if it goes well, maybe I could help you with that complicated furniture of yours finally.” He said and y/n took a deep breath, feeling relieved that things seemed to be going well.
“I look forward to it.” She said as Taron scooped up his dog and walked to the front door with Walter and y/n walking behind them.
This of course gave y/n a nice view of Taron’s ass and by gosh was it something to look at. Gorgeous, strong, successful with a hot body from what she could see and an ass to drool at. She could tell that he was a keeper and that fact boggled her mind; how could his past relationship have ended.
She would find all that out on Friday night when the pair of them would start their forever….or at least she hoped.
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Bro I just imagined Taron with the mic and headset sitting on the couch with his arm around the readers waist or legs while she's laying on his lap and they're just casually podcasting. Like how cute is that
Idk how functional tho but that's off the point
STOP, THATS TOO ADORABLE 😭😭😭
HOW TO HELP THESES COUNTRIES, 🇸🇩, 🇸🇩, ECT !!!
every time ur both recording an episode, he’s legit love-struck and back into his honeymoon phase 🥹
he can NEVER make a podcast episode w/o him touching you in some kind of way 😭😭😭
everyone on tumblr, instagram and twitter are going NUTS about this and literally won’t shut up about this 😭
Ooo them having guests on the podcast and playing games. Trivias or whatever and whoever wins gets to post whatever they choose no matter how embarrassing it is to the other or something like that
LMFAOOOOO, TARON GETS SO COMPETITIVE 😭
HOW TO HELP THESES COUNTRIES, 🇸🇩, 🇵🇸, ETC !!!
this literally brings out a different version of him, he even sometimes wakes up the kids 😭😭😭
his guilty pleasure is making people feel embarrassed LMFAOOOO
the children LOVEEEEE IT when this happens <3
the smile on his face- 🥹🥹🥹
also can talk about every now and then you n taron makes a mini series with the children, it’s the most cutest shit ever… PLS SEND IN ASKS ABOUT IT 🥹😭
since in pink sweetheart part 2 the reader kind of revealed the relationship as she won an award — I just know these two would fucking KILL the red carpet together
maybe it’s like the readers first Met Gala, and she takes Jimmy as her plus one and they end up matching for the theme , the only one I can remember is the Gilded Glamour theme w/ Blake Livelys Statue of Liberty inspired dress 😚
But no they’d literally kill the whole party because their just hollywoods all-star couple
ANON- I FUCKING LOVE THIS
HOW TO HELP THESES COUNTRIES, 🇸🇩, 🇸🇩, ETC !!!
blake’s dress… UGHHHHHG😩😩😩😩 MY WOMAN CRUSSSHHHGGHGG DKSNAKFNKSJCKDNF
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