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littlemissmentallyunstable · 2 months ago

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title: sometimes all you need is a beach walk

pairing: avery grambs x jameson hawthorne

synopsis: avery is getting herself overwhelmed with her workload but jameson knows exactly how to help

warnings:

a/n: this is for the goddess that is avery kylie grambs, happy birthday <33

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I sighed, my head thumping. It had actually been pounding for three hours and despite the two aspirin and three empty glasses of water nothing had helped or even remotely soothed it. But I needed to get my work done, I was too determined not to. I scribbled down notes feverishly, my hand cramping more with each stupid letter.

“What is something no one wants, but no one wants to lose.”

The voice made me jump before I realised who it was. I relaxed my hand for moment, secretly thankful for the untimely interruption, as I registered the words that had been said. It was a riddle.

“Come out Hawthorne,” I called with a smile, lifting up my head and looking around to see where he might be hiding. I knew all the passageways and trapdoors that lead to this room, though they all seemed untampered with. I furrowed my brows in confusion trying to work it out. Where was his voice coming from?

“Not until you give the answer, heiress,” he replied, I could practically hear the smile coating his tone.

I sighed, “a lawsuit.”

Jameson reluctantly emerged from the wall opposite my desk. I contained the surprise from bleeding out into my features, giving me away. I hadn’t known there’d been a passage there. He sauntered forwards, hands in his pockets, so laid back he was nearly horizontal.

“New secret passageway?” I raised a questioning eyebrow.

He nodded, “discovered it this morning and wanted to scare you with it.”

“It didn’t work,” I said coolly.

“Oh really?” he muses, “because I distinctly remember seeing you jump out of your skins just now, heiress.”

“I was trying to entertain your poor attempt to scare me is all,” I replied with a shrug.

“Oh is that it?” he grinned.

“Mhmm,” I hummed in response before standing up and walking over to him, “you were going easy on me.”

“I wasn’t,” he shook his head.

“Oh then you should probably think of a harder riddle next time,” I teased.

“Feeling cocky?” he asked tipping his head to the side.

“Don’t panic no one could ever get as cocky as you,” I winked, “in case you were worried.”

“Well you’ve put my mind at ease,” he flashed a grin, kissing me on the cheek.

My face flushed a deep scarlet. I didn’t know how he still managed to make me blush like this. He just did. His grin widened when he noticed the colour tint to my cheeks and he kissed me again, causing me to turn an even deeper shade of red.

“I’ve been told I have that kind of effect on people,” I replied, looking up at him doe-eyed.

He stared at me, like he was taking in every intricacy of my face, drinking in every detail. It was as if nothing else around me existed in that moment, like I was the only thing that was worth looking at. It made my heart swell to nearly triple its size within a matter of seconds.

“You look exhausted,” he finally said after a long pause.

My face fell flat.

“Thanks,” I quipped sarcastically

“No seriously Ave,” he murmured cupping my face in his hands, “you look tired, how long have you been at this?”

His eyed a paper, dropped his hands and began running his finger down the contents, silently analysing my task.

“Only a little while,” I replied with a soft shrug.

“How long is a little while?” he asked.

I hesitated, “not that long.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” he almost laughed, brushing loose hairs from my face and tucking them behind my ears.

“Damn you Jamie,” I murmured.

“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to read,” he shrugged.

I sighed sitting back down in the office chair, my back aching to remind me that I should really talk a walk around rather than to more work, “I need to do this.”

“You need to take a break,” he countered, taking my pen from my hand.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed another, “I’m fine.”

“You’re tense,” Jameson replied simply.

“I’m not tense,” I snapped, glaring at him.

He raised an eyebrow, proving his point, much to my annoyance, “don’t be stubborn heiress, you and I both know you need a rest.”

“I took a break half an hour ago,” I lied through my teeth.

He let it slide this time, “take another.”

“If I take breaks every half hour I’ll never get anything done,” I exhaled, scanning over my next paper.

“You’re putting too much pressure on yourself Avery,” he said gently, “come on, let’s go somewhere, anywhere you want, you name it and I’ll take you.”

I looked up at him blankly, “this office.”

He sighed.

“I have work to do,” I replied, “I’m sorry,”

“Work can wait,” he protested.

“This work can’t,” I raised my voice a little, standing up.

“I’ll hire a whole team of people to do it for you,” he said, an inch of desperation in his voice.

“I need to do it Jameson,” I replied sharply, giving him a stubborn look that he couldn’t ignore.

He brushed last me softly and picked up a few papers, turning them over and scanning the information. He surveyed nearly everything on the desk. Taking a step back, I realised what a mess it all was.

“I can’t believe Alisa let you take all of this,” he muttered, “Avery this is days worth of work, hell maybe even a weeks worth.”

“She doesn’t know,” I said quietly.

“No wonder,” he murmured, “she would have you murdered if she knew you were attempting all of this.”

“It’s not that much,” I reasoned, “…I have responsibilities Jameson.”

“And one of those responsibilities is your health,” he told me, a firm expression on his face, “so you’re going to leave this all now and come with me for a bit.”

I shook my head vigorously, “I can’t-“

“Oh no I’m not taking no for an answer,” he smirked, “and we all know how stubborn I can be.”

“Not as stubborn as me,” I stuck my tongue out, arms firmly folded across my chest.

He flashed a grin of mischief, “we’ll see heiress, we’ll see.”

I felt his arm wrap around my waist, making my stomach flutter. His other arm swept my feet off of the floor and I lost all sense of balance. Fear seizes my heart for a fraction of a second and adrenaline courses through my veins. My arms instinctively clasped around Jameson’s neck.

“What are you doing?” I yelled, my heart still thumping.

“Carrying you away,” he replied bluntly.

“Put me down,” I grumbled, kicking my feet. A fruitless attempt at breaking free.

“No can do, heiress,” he grinned with a wink.

“Jameson I’m serious, I actually have to-“

“If you say the word work one more time I will tickle you,” he said, pressing his forehead onto mine.

“You wouldn’t,” I whispered biting back a smile.

“Oh I’m dead serious,” he replied darkly.

I glared at him playfully, “I hate you.”

“Nu-uh you love me,” Jameson shook his head, “you said so yourself.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “when?”

“Just this morning,” he said, a smug sort of look in his emerald eyes.

“I must’ve been delirious,” I joked.

He beamed, before putting me down gently. Secretly I wished he hadn’t, I liked being in his arms. It made me feel protected. But I didn’t say anything. He swiftly handed me a pair of shoes and I stared down at them.

“We’re going on a walk,” Jameson declared.

“A walk?” I questioned.

“A walk,” he confirmed, with a lopsided smile.

“Come on Jameson I’m not playing games,” I rolled my eyes.

He shrugged, “well I am.”

“Please,” I begged, “I actually have things to do.”

He pushed the shoes further into my hands, “walk.”

I groaned reluctantly pulling them on, scowling at him the whole time. He only chuckled at my annoyance and aggravation so I purposefully tied the laces as slowly as possible.

“Come on,” Jameson said, when he noticed, “or I’ll carry you again.”

I shot him a look as I stepped outside. Fresh air hit my lungs. I’d forgotten how much I loved the taste. I drank in all I could then exhaled. I wanted a clear head. Sometimes I didn’t realise how busy my mind is until I forced it to relax. I hated to admit it but I really needed this.

Slowly, we began to walk down the pathway. Jameson interlocked his hand with mine, his fingers fitting perfectly as always. There was something about holding his hand that automatically comforted me. I couldn’t explain it. It was as if some sort of wave had washed away all that was bad, all that scared me. Besides his hands were always warm, mine were always freezing.

We walked in complete silence and it was pure bliss. The silence was everything I needed, this peace, this break, this moment of nothingness. My mind was finally free to just be. I didn’t have the pressure of thinking or feeling or doing.

He knew me too well.

Better than I knew myself. Before I knew it we found ourselves at the beach. Well, I found myself at the beach, Jameson had probably lead us here. In my absence of thought, I’d almost blanked the entire scenery on the way there, so I’d only realised we’d reached the beach when it smelt like the sea. I glanced at Jameson smiling, he knew how much I adored the beach.

“Want to go onto the beach?” he asked.

“Is that even a question?” I scoffed, barely containing my excitement.

“Just checking,” he winked

Despite the night coming in swiftly and the grey clouds tumbling over each other in the solemn sky, it felt so perfect. I broke off into a sprint towards the sea, running straight into it after discarding my shoes and socks. The water is piercingly freezing, so much so I hopped back a little. I crashed into Jameson who I hadn’t realised had followed me into the sea.

The ocean’s salty spray jumped up and licked my cheeks. My face broke out into an infectious smile that Jameson caught. He put his hands on my waist, lifted me off of the floor and spun me around as if I were in some sort of romance movie.

“I love you, heiress,” Jameson smiled as he put me down.

“Not as much as I love you,” I replied, tapping the tip of his nose with my finger.

I tipped my head back and laughed, stumbling into him after losing my footing. He caught me, as he always does. Then Jameson leant down and slowly kissed my lips. The motion was so long and drawn out I could’ve sworn it last eternity and three seconds all at the same time. He gently took my rosy face into his warm hands, kissing my icy lips again. The feeling was addictive, I craved more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened our kiss.

I’d never wanted something so badly in my entire life. He’d become my only desire. His lips were soft and silky, warm on mine. He tasted indescribably good. We broke away for breath, two beaming idiots.

I placed two tentative hands on his chest and stared at him, my eyes all wide and sparkling. Then I pushed him sharply, my tender expression replaced with the mischievous grin he taught me to use. Before he can comprehend what I’ve done he had already hit the water with a splash.

“You’re so dead, heiress,” he warned, standing up, prepared to go into a water war.

“Not if you can’t catch me,” I stuck my tongue out, taking off down the beach.

“You’re on!” Jameson yelled, beginning to chase me.

I laughed freely, adrenaline pumping through my body. I ran, the wind whistling through my ears and blowing through my hair. My chest grew more painful with every laboured breath and heartbeat but I didn’t stop running. I felt a pair of familiar arms grab my waist and yank me off of the floor.

“Ahhhh Jamie!” I screamed as he flipped me over his shoulder.

“I think I got you,” he said, I could imagine a smirk playing on his features.

“Put me down!” I yelled, pounding my fists on his back.

“Okay then,” he grinned, dropping me into the water.

I landed with a splash and the salty sea soaked through my clothes.

“Hey! That is not what I meant,” I grinned, standing back up arms folded.

“You said ‘put me down’ and I did just that,” he laughed.

I rolled my eyes playfully, “okay then smartass.”

He took my hand and led me back onto the sand. Jameson sat down and pulled me down gently between his legs. I rested back into his chest. My teeth chattered and arms shook as the cold air whipped around our sopping bodies. Pushing Jameson into the sea may not have been the smartest idea, though I thought it was worth it.

“Here,” he said, shedding his jumper.

“Put that back on,” I scolded, “you’re going to get pneumonia.”

“Been there, done that,” he shrugged.

“And you don’t want to do it again, put your jumper on,” I exhaled.

“You sound like Oren,” Jameson chuckled.

“I don’t care,” I snapped, “I don’t want you to freeze.”

“Come on Avery, just take it,” he said, “you know you’re cold, I know you’re cold, so let’s just be smart about this here.”

I sighed, taking it from him, “fine but if you get some sort of illness tomorrow I’m blaming myself and you can’t tell me not to.”

“Deal,” he shrugged.

I slowly slipped the jumper on before he wrapped his arms right around me tightly. I felt safe. I could smell the sweet scent of his cologne. The one that was practically a drug to me now. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, his soft skin against mine.

I leant back and our eyes locked. He looked a little hesitant before the word left his lips, “tahiti,” he whispered.

One word. Our word. It sent a shiver down my spine. A mixture of relief and fear hit my stomach. I was waiting for him to say it. I’d had my explanation prepared but now I struggled to explain what was going on inside of my head. I blinked a few times and tried to form the right words.

“I’m stressed, like really stressed and overwhelmed with everything I have to do,” I just blurted out, “I can’t cope, there’s too much to do with too little time to do it in.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles, “it’s okay.”

“It doesn’t feel okay,” I said, feeling an uncomfortable lump begin to grow in my throat, “nothing about this feels remotely close to okay.”

“Tell me something, heiress,” he replied gently, “the work you’re doing, is it necessary?”

“Of course it’s-“

“Not necessary to you per se,” he clarified, “I mean, is it work you’ve given yourself?”

I remained silent, answering with no words. I liked to feel on top of things, in control. If I gave myself extra little things to do to fill the time it would benefit me in the future, at least that was my philosophy.

“I’ve seen your to do lists,” he said quietly, “you work to hard, give yourself too much to do and you don’t know when to take a break.”

“I just don’t want to fail at this,” I replied, with a shaky voice, “I want to be three steps ahead not eight steps behind.”

“You have never been eight behind Avery Kylie Grambs, not since the moment I met you,” Jameson comforted me, “and you will never be eight steps behind, in all of your life.”

My cheeks flush and it’s not from the icy breeze.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he said thoughtfully, “because you’re a phenomenon. I just wish you would stop worrying so much.”

His words bled straight into my heart, building up in the collection of all the wonderful things he’s ever said to me. It was a wonder I still had space, it surely would’ve burst by now. I felt myself get a little emotional at his words.

“Me too,” I grumbled, “I feel so stupid when I worry.”

“No, not because your worry is stupid,” he said quickly, “your feelings are very valid, but just because I hate to see you so upset.”

“I’ll try to worry less,” I told him.

“Easier said than done,” Jameson pointed out.

“Unfortunately,” I sighed.

“You know you can ask for help?” he asked, “if you do want to get your impossible list finished I’m here, Grayson’s there, Alisa’s there, hell anyone you ask would be there.”

“I don’t want to ask anyone for help,” I shook my head stubbornly, “I don’t need help.”

“Everyone needs help sometimes,” he broke to me gently.

“Not with paperwork,” I replied, “that’s stupid to ask help for.”

“No it’s not,” he shrugged.

“It’s practically admitting failure,” I said, playing with the hem of his jumper rather than meeting his eye.

“Nu-uh that’s where you’re wrong,” he replied, tipping my chin upwards so I’d be forced to look at him.

I didn’t pull away, “how so?”

“Admitting to need help isn’t failing,” he explained.

“It feels like it,” I told him, “I mean I have to physically go up to someone and admit I can’t do it by myself.”

“And why isn’t that perfectly fine?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

I paused, “I don’t know…”

“You’re not built to know everything,” Jameson said, “if you were, you’d be like one of Xand’s creepy robot inventions and no offence but I’d rather not be dating one of those.”

I laughed, then sighed, “you’re right.”

“I know,“ he shot me a lopsided smile.

I rolled my eyes playfully, “alright don’t get too in your own head.”

“But my ego hasn’t swelled up to twice its size yet,” he pouted, green eyes twinkling.

“Suppose that’ll have to be a job for tomorrow,” I joked back.

“Yeah I’ll embarrass Gray and it should do the trick,” he winked.

“Don’t be mean,” I teased.

“I’m not,” he exclaimed, “I’m helping my ego flourish.”

“You and I both know that that does not need to happen,” I replied.

“How about we make a deal,” he said, suddenly changing the subject, looking a little too serious that I was used to from Jameson.

“What’s the deal?” I asked.

“Me and you have to promise each other that for at least an hour a day we plan an activity that takes our mind off of work and stress and life that we can do together,” he proposed.

“Okay,” I agreed, “yeah, I like that.”

“It can be as simple as taking a walk or as wild as skydiving,” Jameson said.

“We should do that again,” I smiled, remembering our last skydiving escapade for Jameson’s birthday. The photo was pinned to a board in our bedroom, it was one of my favourites.

“I second that, heiress,” he replied.

He kissed my cheek gently and it tickled a little. I giggled as his velvety lips touch my skin.

“I’ve got you no matter what, don’t you forget that,” he whispered in my ear.

I blushed, a flutter coursing through my body.

“I love you Jamie.”

“I love you more Avery.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY QUEEN AVERY!! I LOVE THIS GIRL SO SO SO SO MUCH YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND!! SHE HAS CHANGED MY LIFE 💖💖 AND SHE IS AN ICON, AN IDOL AND I WANT TO BE HER SO BAD!! I MEAN LETS JUST TAKE THIS MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THE CHARACTER THAT SHE IS AND ALL SHE WENT THROUGH!! SO TO THE COOLEST GIRL IN FICTION HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY

and I know what you’re thinking ‘bEllA tHIs FiC HaS NOtHinG tO dO WiTh AVeRy’S bIrThDAy’

I know 😔😔 but I’m literally so bad at writing holiday/occasion themed fics. I tried to write a birthday fic for avery and it literally flopped so badly sooooo you got this instead

hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading 🤍🤍

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