💕 Javery One-Shots 💕

Breathe..

  Avery and Jameson's day had been a day of perfect moments. Sunlight shining through the trees during their picnic, their laughs mixed with off-key karaoke, and even the craziness of the escape room had made them closer. Now, the night air buzzed with the energy of the amusement park, lights flashing and music drifting from the rides. "Be right back with some sugary treats to make your stomach ache in the best kind of way," Jameson had said, a playful grin on his face as he headed towards a bright food stand. "Alright then." Avery watched him go, a warm feeling in her chest.

Then, the happy sounds were shattered by loud, sharp bangs. Not the cheerful pops of the carnival games, but something harsh. Avery's heart filled with fear. Gunshots? Her breath caught in her throat, remembering when she was shot at just a few months before. She spun around, her eyes wide with panic, and darted behind a large, cardboard cutout of a clown. The bangs continued, each one sending more terror through her.

Tears welled up, blurring the colorful lights. Jameson! Was he hurt? The thought sent a wave of fear through her. Her breathing became fast and shallow, and her hands started to shake. The familiar feeling of a panic attack began to tighten around her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to calm herself, but the sounds were too loud, the supposed danger too real.

Tears streamed down her face, turning into sobs. She curled into a tight ball, wishing she could disappear. Just then, a gentle hand touched her shoulder. "Avery? What's wrong?" Jameson's voice, normally light and teasing, was now filled with worry. He called me by my real name, he was definitely worried.

At the sound of his voice, Avery flinched as another loud bang echoed nearby. Jameson instantly understood the terror in her eyes. "Oh, heiress," he murmured, kneeling beside her and pulling her close. Avery clung to him, burying her face in his chest. His familiar scent was a small comfort in the fear. "It's just fireworks, Avery," he said softly, stroking her hair. "For midnight. Look." He gently lifted her head, and through her teary eyes, she saw bursts of color in the sky. Red, blue, and gold exploded in the dark, the loud bangs now accompanied by trails of sparkling light.

"It's okay," he repeated, his voice soothing. "We're both okay. I'm right here." He held her tightly, letting her shaky breaths slow down. He didn't say anything more, just held her until her sobs quieted. Finally, she looked up at him. "Fireworks?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Jameson nodded, a tender smile on his lips. "Yeah. Pretty loud ones, huh?" He gently wiped a tear from her cheek. "But you were so brave."

Avery leaned into him again, a wave of relief washing over her. The fireworks continued to light up the sky, the sounds now festive instead of frightening. In Jameson's arms, the fear slowly faded, replaced by the warmth of his presence. "Thank you," she murmured.

Jameson held her close. "Always." He kissed the top of her head. "Now, how about that sugar? Think it can help chase away the last of the scary sounds?" A small smile touched Avery's lips. "Maybe a little." Jameson stood, keeping his arm around her. "Then let's go. But this time you're staying right by my side."