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[thechildofshadows]

PARTNERS IN WINE

Avery Grambs x Jameson Hawthorne - 2.1k

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Hello and a Happy St. Patrick's Day to all who celebrate! Here's the promised 'Jameson takes care of drunk!Avery' fic, @saythewordheiress. You did not ask me to write it, but I have done so anyway! (because I like doing fun things, especially if it means skiving off schoolwork!) Let me know if you guys want a part two, because I think I set it up pretty well to write a chapter for Grayson and Lyra. This is different from what I usually write, so the quality might be worse. This fic, as I said earlier, is one where Jameson takes care of a drunk Avery. She's drunk for about half the fic and hungover for the other half, so if you don't like reading about people being drunk, or people throwing up ... wrong place, I will see you next week! It is also partially a chat-fic ... you'll see what I mean, because it alternates between actual storytelling and texting. It sounds bad rn, just read it. If you hate the texting, there is actual writing, and if you hate the writing, there is texting. Have fun!

CONVERSATION: KEVIN, JOE, NICK AND THE BONUS JONAS

NASH: Alright you’re going to love this

JAMESON: am i

NASH: Maybe not

NASH: so you know how the girls had a night here

JAMESON: yes

JAMESON: get to the point nash

NASH: there was some rum involved

GRAYSON: Is anyone dead, bleeding, or currently in the hospital?

NASH: no

GRAYSON: Then what’s the problem?

JAMESON: you text like a karen

XANDER: Nash hesitates to tell you, so I shall!

XANDER: They got really drunk.

NASH: …

NASH: Y’all have been quiet for a while

NASH: I’m not afraid of a fight

NASH: I have Oren

GRAYSON: Oren won’t help.

JAMESON: they’re not hurt, jfc calm down loverboy

JAMESON: how much is really drunk?

NASH: like a lot.

NASH: Avery and Max kept drinking after Libby stopped

NASH: they’ve gone through a lot of bottles.

XANDER: Avery recited Shakespeare off the top of her head

JAMESON: do you know which one

XANDER: A Midsummer’s Night Dream

XANDER: The queen’s monologue

JAMESON: omg she was learning it last week for that lit course

NASH: Gotta say

NASH: if this whole inheritance thing stops working out

NASH: she has a future in theater.

GRAYSON: From one solo?

NASH: hey she and Lyra got a pretty good recital of Hamlet in

NASH: they sound better than you do when you’re sober

JAMESON: i think gray might cry lmfao

GRAYSON: I’m not.

Jameson’s favorite thing (person) in the world was Avery Kylie Grambs.

That being said, he had no idea how to handle the woman while she was drunk. And in denial.

“Look, I’ve walked in a straight line, and … and I got back home fine. I’m not thaaaaat drunk.”

Jameson looked at Avery, who has tucked herself into his side. “Oren drove you here, and that line was definitely not straight.”

“It was …” she mumbled. She tried to take a few steps by herself, and fell over against Jameson, who wrapped an arm around her torso to steady her.

“Jesus Christ, how much did you drink?” Avery had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol, and her liver probably died three times over for her to be this drunk.

“I’m not Jesus, I’m Saint Avery, remember?” Her voice slurred as they reached the stairs. Avery tried moving, but she tripped on the first stair and nearly brought Jameson down with her.

Okay, that plan is out the window. Jameson hooked an arm around her legs, and lifted her in a bridal carry, walking away from the stairs.

“Where’re we going?” her words were basically mush at this point, but Jameson was able to make them out.

“Your room is pretty high up, Heiress, and we are taking the shorter route.” He stopped at a random point in a hallway, and tapped it three times. The wall slid away, and revealed an elevator.

Jameson put Avery down, and half-pushed her into the elevator. He clicked the button for her floor, and kept her within his arms as the elevator. It was a pretty short ride, but the sudden stop (which was pretty smooth) caused Avery to lose what little balance she had, and nearly fall over.

Jameson saved her from an encounter with the floor. Again.

She was still putting her full weight on him, so he picked her up again.

As they were walking to her room, she started giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You!”

Jameson had no idea what she was talking about. “What?”

Avery giggled again. “Like that. You’re funny. And pretty. Like really pretty.”

Jameson nudged at the side of her head with his nose. “Just pretty?”

“Yeah. Really pretty.” She rested her head against his chest.

“I thought you’d say I’m sexy.”

“That too.”

As soon as she reached her bed, she fell asleep. She was already in pjs, and it didn’t seem worth waking her up again to get fully ready for bed.

Jameson, who had been in bed fiddling with a puzzle Xander gave him, had already been in ‘sleep mode’ for the past hour. After making sure Avery was underneath a blanket and wasn’t about to fall off the bed, throw up, choke on said throw up or all three, he got in beside her, and was surprised that Avery promptly attached herself to his side.

“You’re not really asleep, are you, Heiress?” He asked with a smirk.

She pulled him closer. “I … love you.”

Jameson gave an amused smile and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you too.”

She didn’t respond, and Jameson figured she was truly asleep.

“Good night, Avery.”

Avery woke up the next morning- and ran straight to the bathroom.

Jameson was sitting on the counter next to the sink, as if he had been waiting there, but she barely acknowledged him as she bent over the toilet. He held her hair back as she threw up, and rubbed circles in her back. His touch was gentle, and Avery would've appreciated it more if she hadn't been spilling the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

“Good morning, Heiress.” he said with a smirk once she was done.

She shot him a glare, but quickly looked away as her head began pounding. “Don’t even try.”

“I didn’t say anything.” He joined her on the floor, placing a kiss on her temple, and offered her a bottle of water.

She began to drink it, and felt her headache ease somewhat. She leaned into Jameson and closed her eyes, taking a minute to relax and allow herself to slow down. With the nausea out of the way, she felt closer to sleep than ever.

She checked the clock on the wall. 9:45.

It was still too early for her.

"Woah." Jameson tapped her hand. "You're not sleeping until you've had something to eat."

"What?"

Jameson shrugged. "You're probably going to throw up again when you wake up, you might as well have something to throw up instead of pure stomach acid. You're lucky you ate before drinking last night, otherwise you would be in significantly worse shape."

She opened her mouth to respond, but she felt her stomach turn, and quickly dove for the toilet. Jameson held her hair back as she threw up bile, and kept dry heaving. She almost collapsed against the toilet and felt Jameson tie her hair and walk out of the bathroom. Avery wondered if she was in such bad shape that he couldn’t even be around her.

Avery tried to move, but her vision went temporarily black as she got up, and she wobbled for a second before catching the countertop. "Ow."

“How much did you end up drinking last night?” Jameson re-entered the bathroom and helped her sit on the countertop, giving her a bottle.

That’s why he left.

Avery noticed it was Gatorade rather than water and raised an eyebrow.

“You need the extra hydration, don’t look at me like that.”

Avery would’ve rolled her eyes. She instead decided to open the Gatorade bottle, but lacked the energy to actually open it.

“And she said she didn’t drink at all last night.” Jameson gave her a smirk -oh god, how could he be hot and helpful and unhelpful so early in the morning?- and helped her tip the bottle into her mouth.

She finally found the strength to talk. “Did I really say that last night?”

“Among other things.” He stood between her legs, and gently took the bottle from her, capping it as he moved it to the side.

Avery poked his chest. “What else did I do?”

Jameson gave her a crooked grin. “Finish the food.”

Food?

He produced a packet of crackers out of nowhere, and Avery groaned. “They’re disgusting.”

“They’re what you’re least likely to throw up.”

Avery frowned, and Jameson tore open the packet. “Take it from a Hawthorne man; we know the best ways to get drunk, and the best ways get over a hangover.”

He fed her a cracker, which was bland and flavorless, but the thought of any other food made her want to throw up.

Avery got halfway through the packet before she felt drowsy again. She didn’t realize it until she felt a series of gentle taps on her hand.

“Just one more, Heiress.” Avery was leaning almost entirely on Jameson, her head in the crook of his neck.

Avery tried to respond, but she was almost fully asleep, and Jameson took it as an answer. “Alright, you’re too sleepy for this, let’s get you to bed.”

He lifted her off the countertop almost effortlessly, and gently placed her on her bed, placing a kiss on her forehead. He might’ve said something, but sleep washed over Avery, and anything he said was long gone.

DIRECT MESSAGES TO: GRAYSON HAWTHORNE

JAMESON: how drunk did the girls get

JAMESON: even i never got hungover this bad jfc

GRAYSON: I couldn’t tell you.

GRAYSON: She’s stubborn as ever.

GRAYSON: She won’t even eat food.

GRAYSON: She also says that she’s not drunk.

JAMESON: she’s not tho????

JAMESON: she’s hungover??

JAMESON: don’t tell me you’ve been telling ur girl shes drunk.

GRAYSON: Don’t tell Xander.

GRAYSON: Or Avery.

JAMESON: lmfao i just got avery back into bed

JAMESON: try harder

GRAYSON: She just ran to the bathroom.

JAMESON: have fun

She ended up waking up about two hours later with a blinding headache-

“-And that’s what the painkillers are for.” Jameson sat on the edge of the bed and handed her two pills and a glass of water. She quickly gulped down the pills and all of the water, and she felt relief wash over her about five minutes later.

“Jesus Christ.” She moved closer to Jameson and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“How are we feeling, Heiress?” She looked up at him and he flashed her a smile.

“A lot better now. How are you so patient?”

His eyebrows rose. “I’m not.”

“You knew exactly what to do.”

“That comes from a combination of regularly having gotten hangovers, and being a Hawthorne.” He gestured wildly with his arms. “Efficiency is key.”

She bit back a laugh as Jameson talked about his ‘process’ and how many tries it took him to perfect the hangover routine.

“-so you got the better end of the deal, you hopefully will never have to experience a true, raw hangover.”

“Thank you.” Jameson looked down at her and she shrugged. “You didn’t have to help. It was pretty gross.”

“Anytime, Heiress. And I’ve seen gross. I lived with Grayson.”

Avery swallowed. “We woke you up last night as well, and I didn’t plan on getting drunk at all. You were completely unprepared.”

Jameson’s eyebrows flew into his hair. “If you ever meet an unprepared Hawthorne, please disinherit them.”

When Avery didn’t laugh, he sighed. “It’s okay, Heiress. We all drink a little too much sometimes, and no one goes out planning to get wasted. We have a whole shelf in the pantry with ‘hangover-safe food.’ It’s not a burden to help you, and it’s never a bad thing to spend more time with you.”

Avery opened her mouth to argue back and Jameson clapped a hand over her mouth. “I will always be there for you, whether you like it or not. It’s not a bad thing.”

She felt her breath catch in her throat, and she paused for a minute before she spoke. “Alright.”

He flashed her a smirk. “It is also fun not being the one drunk for once.”

She rolled her eyes and Jameson wrapped an arm around her. “Brilliant. Now do you want to see whether Lyra finally stopped arguing with Grayson?”

“Oh, she never does.”

“Today might be different.”

“How so?”

“She’s hungover for one thing …”

GRAYSON: Where did they get the alcohol again?

JAMESON: avery’s asking if Lyra’s okay.

GRAYSON: She’s sleeping.

JAMESON: gray it’s like 1pm

JAMESON: why did it take you so long to get her to rest.

GRAYSON: Apparently, Lyra has a severe distaste for all things involving alcohol.

GRAYSON: How did Avery get her drunk?

JAMESON: she says Max did it.

GRAYSON: I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

GRAYSON: I thought I was done with hangovers when you stopped drinking.

JAMESON: and then you decided to fall in love

JAMESON: this is not my fault

GRAYSON: she’s waking up.

GRAYSON: Maybe I’ll finally sleep.

JAMESON: that’s what you get for not sleeping when people do

GRAYSON: I’m not going to grace that with a response.

GRAYSON: Goodbye, Jamie.

JAMESON: you’re not going off to war jfc dont sound so dramatic

JAMESON: well, you kinda are

GRAYSON: … I’ll pass on the sentiment to Lyra

JAMESON: he didn’t mean that -Avery

JAMESON: I did

JAMESON: see you later.

fin.

ENDING NOTES This fic was kind of a rollercoaster, and it was harder for me to write ... for some reason. I specialize in angst. Thanks for reading - please like, reblog and leave feedback in the notes. Or just throw blackberries at me. Anything works. It's St. Patricks Day, and I literally live in Walmart Ireland, and I ... made this fic blue. (yaaay) This looks shit in light mode, im sorry. The taglist has a grand total of one person (thank you, Jude) and is looking for more people, so if you want to be added, lmk. (I joined the writing side during TIG's lowest point, but we are going to deal with it by throwing more fics into the pit.)

Taglist: @inmyheaddd

[cicadaart]

I feel like Vox would the the embodiment of toxic positivity in this AU

Especially when Alastor left 7 years ago

I also made a little ref sheet for Assistant’s design. Instead of the nervous wreck we see in his 2 seconds of screen time, he’s a very blunt and pessimistic type of guy. I’m thinking of drawing Valentino or Velvette next

[itsnotamatterofif]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63133462

It’s the thirteenth of February, and Green Arrow is, pitifully, without a date. Not through lack of trying, or because he doesn’t want one, but rather because he simply doesn’t think Golden Eagle would say yes.

Rusty’s advice isn’t the clearest, and the odds are stacked against him, but this year, he decides, is the year things are going to be different.

~~

Happy Romance on the Rails exchange to @starboy-6969!! Golden Eagle/Green Arrow for you, Gen, fluff, Arrow wants to ask out Golden but has no idea how, so asks the yards cringiest couple (Hydra and Rusty) for advice.

[nyandela-catalogue]

AU where Jonah comes back after the argument to pick Adam up, feeling awful for leaving him behind. Adam looks… emotional, genuinely emotional for the first time since Jonah met him.

“I have a disgusting secret, Jonah,” Adam says.

“Do you wanna maybe talk about it?” Jonah asks in return.

“Soon, I… I just need to process everything.”

“Wanna go get ice cream about it?”

Adam smiles. “That sounds great. Thanks man.”

[corpseybun-old]

I never dumped all my art onto here, did I?

As always, please check the tags for content warnings, especially since this is visual instead of my usual text-based posts.

Plus a bonus Mike that's in color!

[stingsbf]

i love making these

[leonsliga]

Manuel Neuer’s postmatch presser | FC Bayern München vs. FC Copenhagen | 29.11.23

[dancingwiththefae]

“And that barmaid I caught you with the other day. Was she good?”

She broke her words up with kisses. Jaskier tangled his fingers in her loose curls.

“No one compares to you,” he crooned.

“You’re such a liar.”

An expert rock of her hips. His hands gripped her waist tight.

“Well what about that Redanian soldier I caught you with?”

He wasn’t the only one having some fun on the side, after all.

“That singer with the blonde hair.”

“The stable hand.”

“The duke of Verden.”

“The stable hand’s brother!”

“The prince of Redania!”

He stilled underneath her. She took the opportunity to kiss at his neck.

“I didn’t fuck the prince.”

Vespula nipped at his ear and pulled back to look him in the eye.

“Yet,” she smirked.

[passionatepenguinposter]

Shameless promotion of my ongoing Xingyun fic. The summary is shit but I haven't gotten around to editing it yet.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

“the weird intersection of progressive ideals and astounding toxicity that johnandyoko represent is endlessly fascinating to me” probably why they’re the most intriguing ’beatle’ couple to me. It seems like they were truly surprised when their honeymoon phase wasn’t actually sustainable. Both romantic idealists in that way. Although Yoko seemed much more adaptable at pivoting the relationship dynamics while John seemed to desperately want to catch the initial magic and high of their early love.

Yeah I think I agree with this. John especially seemed so obsessed with the fact he found her!!!! Against all odds!!!! that he held onto that very long. (I've recently been thinking about how, mayhaps, JoeandTaylor were like JohnandYoko all this time 😭😭 – not a perfect parallel, but also listening to Lavender Haze with them in mind blew my mind lmao)

What you're saying also feels reflected on Double Fantasy, though I'm never sure how much to take the album as "indicative" of anything substantial.

[veeva-i0i]

My notes looking like this while I'm literally in the middle of writing my Soulmate Sabriel fic tells you about how much Sam and Gabriel have taken over my mind.

Because what do you mean I just want to write silly little stories about these two in different universes.

[sealjellys-archived-posts]

hai guys just uploaded some unfinished animatics on yt :3333

[lili-home-to-embraces-and-hugs]

The Batkids play a game called “Guess Who Bruce Is Disappointed In Today” and it is a bloodsport.

It started as a joke. It is no longer a joke.

Every morning, without fail, one of them walks into the kitchen and says:

“Guess who Bruce is disappointed in today?”

And they all take turns guessing based on crime alerts, nightly patrol rotations, and vibes.

It’s become a system.

It went like:

Jason: “I knocked out a senator by accident. My odds are high.”

Tim: “I drank seventeen Red Bulls and fell asleep on top of the Batcomputer.”

Damian: “I released three bats into Gotham General Hospital as enrichment. They were bored.”

Steph: “I called him ‘Brucie’ in front of a senator.”

Cass: Just raises a finger and shrugs.

Then Bruce walks in, dead silent, pours his coffee, looks at no one, and walks away.

Tim: “It’s Jason.”

Jason: “DAMN IT.

Rules:

If you guess wrong, you have to do patrol with Damian and listen to him rant about the superiority of traditional swordsmanship for two hours.

If you guess right, you get to choose the movie on family movie night.

If Bruce is disappointed in himself, everyone gets ice cream. That’s the law.

It got so serious they made a whiteboard. Labeled it: “DISAPPOINTMENT LEADERBOARD.”

Top scores:

Tim (17 correct guesses, possible mind reader)

Cass (14, reads vibes better than Google Translate reads Latin)

Steph (11, mostly via chaos intuition)

Jason (2. constantly thinks it’s him. It often is. But not always.)

Damian (0. refuses to acknowledge he is ever the cause)

One time Dick guessed correctly for the first time in 3 months and everyone clapped.

He cried.

Alt. Version: Guess Who Bruce Is Proud Of Today.

Game cancelled due to lack of data.

[thatsbelievable]

[mustfindcreativeusername]

Update:

So first of all, turns out it took her this long (3 days!) to finish the second half of the memoirs because she saw the blurb on the back, which is Watson saying "It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words [...]" sooo yeah she thought it was the last book and. I guess she didn't wanna hurry up and finish it. Especially because it implies that Sherlock dies.

Damn you romanian back blurb!!

Anyway

She finished it this morning while i was asleep.

For context she knows I'm still on Valley of Fear/ that I didn't read the memoirs yet.

Also for context, i had told my mom the whole "I can't wait for her to finish this so i can see how she reacts" thing

Anyway i asked her about the book, here's how it went:

---

Me: Did you finish the book?

G: Yep.

Me: And?

G: I liked it, what can i say. Couldn't tell you what.. exactly.. happened. But i liked it.

Me: But, you know... I know what happens in the end.

G: ....you got any more of these [books]?

Me: C'mon, don't you wanna talk about what happened?

G: No.

Me: Why not?

G: I don't remember what happened.

Me: ...

Me: (to my mom) ...look at that.

[enter mom]

M: What, mom, what happened?

G: She asked me if i finished it, i said yes-

M: You finished it??

G: Yes.

M: When?

G: Today.

M: And?

G: And... I don't remember how it ended.

M: Meaning...? Nobody died, or...

G: Somebody died.

M: Yeah?

G: Yea but Watson didn't.

M: Who died?

G: ...

Me: Come on grandma, i know.

G: There was this guy, a do- not a doctor. Some smartass. And he wanted to kill Watson.

M: Watson or Sherlock?

G: .......I think.. both? I dunno.

[...]

Me: I know what happens in this story, that's why i was asking, i wanted to know what you thought.

G: I thought it ended well. I liked that. It was-

Me: Bit rude.

G: -an acceptable ending. (To me) Why?

M: So Sherlock was ok in the end?

G: Yes, of course.

M: Well how come? Where did he go?

G: (annoyed) I dunno, to the madhouse!

*Me and mom laughing*

G: How should i know where he went? I finished the book and that's it! (To me) Do you have any more? After this?

Me: Fineee! Yeah, i do, because... Ok so, [starts explaining the public reaction to the final problem] because they didn't like that Sherlock died-

G: But... Sherlock didn't die.

Me: I mean he was presumed dead, they never found the body, but-

M: Well the book says that Sherlock died.

Me: (to mom) ...it says he fell into the waterfall.

M: (to grandma) You weren't worried??

Me: (finally gets it) Ah, it's Sherlock Holmes...

G: He knows how to swim.

[...]

M: I was just asking cause... You know, I haven't read it-

G: Well read it then!

Me: (joking) Yeah mom, read it. Get cultured. Seriously...

G: (serious)Yeah!!

[...]

Me: [Resumes explaining the whole irl situation with ACD and the fans and stuff] aand yes there are more books with him, I'll bring you the next...

G: (satisfied) I'll go make my bed.

Me: [hands her the book]

G: Ah. The return of Sherlock Holmes.

Me: Yes.

G: Good thing he returns...

Bonus, a couple minutes later:

M: So you didn't think he was dead??

G: I had my doubts.

M: Yeah? So you had some hope that he was still alive?

G: Yep.

----

Yeah and that's about it. I really didn't get my yapper genes from her. So. Yeah.

Oh and bonus bonus:

I was actually thinking of watching the Granada adaptation myself, so i asked her like 2-3 days ago if she wanted to watch it with me, after she's done with the books. And she agreed, sooo i think maybe we'll start watching that after i get back from a trip i have coming up. I actually haven't really watched anything with her, aside from stuff that was like, randomly on tv. So yeah. First time for everything.

So apparently my grandma somehow never knew anything about Sherlock Holmes until like 9 days ago, when she saw me with "The Hound of the Baskervilles" and asked if she could read it after i was finished. Naturally i offered her the first volume and. Um. Yeah, so, in the span of nine days she read all 4 novels and 18 of the short stories. That's 1,237 pages. I didn't even know she liked reading that much. I'm actually amazed. I mean she's devouring them. And. I dunno, i just never expected to have, for lack of a better word, a fandom in common with my grandma. It's.. Really nice. You know?

And yeah i do think it's fair to say I've turned her into a SH fangirl. Today i told her about some trouble I'm having and that i dunno what to do and she went "Hey, hey. We'll fix it, ok? I'm on it, I'm Sherlock Holmes! *wink*"

Anyway what i wanted to say is that she's halfway through "The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes" and i. Well you might know that it ends with this little story called "The Final Problem". And omg she doesn't knowwww. I feel like history is happening, I don't know of anyone who started that story not knowing how it ends. (I didn't get that far, but I've known about it for like 8+ years)

Anyway. I'm kinda nervous for her. But really curious about her reaction.

(Also excited cause then i get to tell her he's not actually dead)

If she keeps this pace, she'll finish "The Final Problem" this evening.