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7-wonders · 5 years

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Half of My Heart

Summary: Jim was supposed to be better now. After his psychotic break, you and Medina had made sure that it was impossible for him to slip back into his old habits. But the morning comes, and so does the realization that he’s been lying to both of you.

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A/N & Warnings: This is super sad! Major character death, resuscitation efforts, cursing, hospitals, talk of death. Angst with a fluffy ending, is what we’ll call this. Feedback is always appreciated, and I’d love it if you liked, left a comment and reblogged if you enjoyed this!

It’s never a good sign when somebody cuts right to the chase during a phone call. While Medina Mason is not the type of person to exchange pleasantries, she still normally has the decency to let you finish greeting her before she starts speaking.

“He-”

“Jim’s with you, right? He told me he would be with you.” Medina speaks in a rush. The apple that you’re eating suddenly tastes sour in your mouth, and you set the fruit down on the counter next to you.

“No, I haven’t seen him since last night. I was going to keep an eye on him at that party he was going to, but he told me you’d be there to watch him.”

“Oh, God.” Medina breathes out. “And he--he hasn’t texted you? I thought Jim always sends you good morning texts.”

When you had woken without one of Jim’s texts saying ‘good morning sunshine,’ it hadn’t worried you too much. Jim was notorious for sleeping until the early hours of the afternoon when he’d been out partying the previous night. This was the first party he would be attending after getting out of the hospital a month ago. You thought nothing could scare you more than Jim showing up at your house that fateful night, barefoot, strung out, and rambling about flares and fire. Watching him get carried away by the police, kicking and screaming, was a vision that still gives you nightmares sometimes. You and Medina had been vigilant in making sure someone was with him at all times, and that was supposed to be the case last night. He only lied when he was using, and since he hadn’t used since before the ‘incident,’ as Sandy called it, there was no reason to not trust him when he told you that Medina was meeting him at the party.

“You don’t think…” You don’t even want to think that he’s been using again, not after he’s been doing so good as of late.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Medina mutters into the phone, running through the house. You can do nothing but listen to her while she rummages around for something. “Shit!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“We hid the pills before he got home, in a place we were sure he wouldn’t find them-”

“Medina!” You snap, stopping her rambling.

“The pills were all hidden in the box of Dad’s clothes that Sandy keeps in the attic. They’re not there anymore.” Your blood runs cold at the last sentence, and you have to grip the counter to keep yourself upright.

“I’m gonna go look for him. Call the cops, and don’t leave until they show up!”

“But (Y/N), I need to find-”

“You can help once the cops get all the information they need. God knows Sandy would make this entire situation a thousand times worse. I’ll call you when I find him, okay?” She stays silent, so you press her again. “Okay, Medina?”

“...Yeah. Okay.” She says finally, tears already clouding her voice.

Hanging up without another word, you slide your sandals on and grab your keys before running out the door. This can’t be happening again, you keep thinking as you start your car. You guys are just overreacting; there’s no way he would deliberately lie, and steal pills, and not tell anyone what he’s doing. Not after he’s been doing so good and remaining clean. This past month of Jim’s sobriety has been one of the best of all of your lives. You and Jim had fallen in love during one of his rare weeks of sobriety, almost a year ago. By the time you realized he had a serious issue, you cared for him too much to break up with him because of his addictions.

He’s not at Lunada, nor is he at the main Bay Boys house. Phil’s house is devoid of any cars, and the parks are all filled with soccer moms speedwalking with their babies. The more time that passes, the more the pit in your stomach grows. Medina would have called you by now if he had showed up at home, and you had threatened the Bay Boys into swearing that they were telling you the truth. Breathing deeply, you try to think like Jim. He walked to the party, that much you know, so if he hadn’t gotten a ride from someone, he would have walked back. If Jim was high, which it’s seeming more and more like he is, he would have been drawn to the one place that has always brought him comfort: the beach.

The Bay Boys had told you the party was at their house last night, which means the closest beach is only a mile away. Checking to make sure there’s no other traffic, you make a wide turn in the middle of the street and speed in the direction of your next guess. This beach is smaller and less populated, the waves crashing against the rocky bottom before they can form to their full swells. It’s a portion of beach that you’ve always been fond of; usually deserted, it’s perfect to set your stuff down and get away from the world for a while. The white sand is pristine, save for a large object interrupting the symmetry right where the waves kiss the sand.

“Please, no.” You mutter.

Even though you’re not very religious, you hope that whatever is listening to you hears your pleas. Your legs are numb with fear, yet they still carry you closer to whatever is laying in the sand. When it becomes clear that the shape is a person, your heart drops.

“Jim?” You call cautiously, but there’s no response.

It looks like he’s sleeping, at first. His long eyelashes brush the tops of his cheekbones, and his lips are parted like they are when he’s having a nice dream. His hair is matted, but that’s to be expected when laying in the sand and doing who-knows-what before ending up here. Even the fact that the waves are washing over him isn’t too concerning, since he enjoys submerging himself even when he’s sober. It’s the purple tinge around his lips and the lack of a chest rising and falling that makes you break into a sprint. You fall to your knees beside Jim, eyes desperately scanning across his body.

“Jim!” You yell, cautiously reaching a hand out to shake his shoulder. He’s limp, and his cheeks lack the usual warmth that they normally hold. “Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.”

Tears blur your vision as you lean your head against his chest. When you can’t hear a heartbeat, you let out a sob.

“Help!” You scream out, the salt air of the sea already rubbing your throat raw. “Somebody help me!”

Your brain kicks into overdrive when you lay your hands against his chest. You haven’t taken a CPR class since you were 15 and needed it for babysitting, but you still remember what the teacher taught you about it. You press down repeatedly, pumping his chest in an attempt to get his heart started while you count each compression under your breath. When you get to 30, you tilt his chin up with one hand and pinch his nose closed with the other.

Jim’s lips are cold when you seal your mouth over his, making you cry against him. It doesn’t feel anything like your Jim, whose lips are normally warm and taste like the watermelon gum he’s so fond of. Breathing into his mouth, you give him two rescue breaths before checking to hear if he’s breathing on his own. He’s not, and it’s a near-miracle that you remember you have a phone with you.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The tinny voice sounds from the speaker of your phone, which is laying on the sand next to you. The water’s been washing over your legs, soaking the hem of your jeans, a fact that you don’t notice until you have to move your phone to avoid ruining it.

“M-my boyfriend overdosed, I think. He’s not breathing, and his heart isn’t beating.” You stutter out, too focused on providing chest compressions to try and form actual sentences. “Don’t you fucking die on me, Jim Mason!”

“Have you attempted CPR?”

“Yes, please hurry!” You look back at Jim’s face, almost willing him to look up at you. “Jim, please!”

“What is your location?” You huff angrily after administering another round of rescue breaths.

“I don’t--we’re on a beach!”

“Which beach?”

“Fuck!” You grit out, returning to compressions with a vigor. “Like, three miles south of Lunada.”

“I’ve sent an ambulance to your location. Please remain on the line so I can track your location.” The voice continues to speak, but you don’t even register the sounds as actual words. All you can focus on is the steady pump-pump-pump of your hands as you work desperately to get his heart to start beating again.

Hospital emergency rooms are the type of place where you could enter into a different dimension just by walking through the door. There’s no way to really mark the passage of time when you’re sitting in those uncomfortable plastic chairs, and the consistency of people moving in and out of the doors makes it impossible to remember faces. You’re not quite sure how long you had been waiting until Medina comes running through the automatic doors, teary-eyed and yelling your name. You look up from your nails, which you had been working to remove the sand out from under.

“Medina!” You cry, standing up and letting her pull you into a bone-crushing hug. “I got--I got his heart beating again, but it was really weak and I-I-”

“Shh, I know.” Medina soothes you when your sentence breaks off into a fresh round of sobs. “No matter what happens, you saved his life (Y/N). He was dead, and you brought him back.”

“What if it wasn’t enough?” You mumble against Medina’s shoulder, letting her rub your back and lead you back towards the chairs.

“There’s nothing either of us can do. It’s up to Jim now to decide if he wants to fight.”

Time passes at an indeterminate rate, the only constant being Medina’s hand enclosed in yours. Phil, she had told you, was still in Paris. He promised that he would be on the next flight back, but he didn’t sound too concerned. After Jim’s psychotic break, Phil had been rather distant with his son. Sandy, who had been shopping in Calabasas, apparently fainted when Medina called and told her the news. That really doesn’t surprise you; if Sandy hadn’t fainted for the sheer dramatics of it, she definitely fainted because of her obsession with Jim.

“Where is he?” Sure enough, Sandy appears exactly two hours and fifteen minutes after Medina: the exact amount of time it takes to make it from Calabasas to Palos Verdes. Her large sunglasses are perched on top of her head, allowing everyone to see as she plays the Oscar-worthy role of grieving mother.

“We haven’t gotten an update yet. The doctors are probably still trying to get him stabilized.” Medina explains, standing and allowing Sandy to cling to her like she’s the only thing keeping Sandy from floating off.

“That is unacceptable. I’ll go and talk to the nurses, see if we can talk to his doctors.” You look up when Sandy falls silent, only for your eyes to meet yours.

You’re sure that you look like a complete mess; your eyes are swollen and red, you’ve taken to pulling on your hair as a coping mechanism and your jeans have dried and molded to your legs. It’s not like Sandy’s taken to you much in the near-year that you’ve been dating Jim; you’ve heard her complain more-than-enough times about how you’re ‘stealing’ her son away from her. You’re bracing yourself for a couple of snide remarks, fully ready to hear Sandy accuse you of being the reason that Jim relapsed and basically died on that beach. That’s why you’re more than shocked when she sits down on the chair next to you and takes your hand in hers.

“You found Jim?” You nod.

“I...I gave him CPR until his heart started again. It wasn’t the strongest, and he wasn’t conscious, but I could hear it beating again.” Sandy surges forward, wrapping you in her arms tightly. You awkwardly pat her back while she cries against you, silently pleading with Medina to do something about her mom. For the first time all day, that familiar sly Mason smile pops onto her face while she gives you a thumbs up.

“Thank you so much. How did you know where to look for him?”

“I just thought like Jim.” You shrug. “He wasn’t at his favorite beach, so I figured he’d be at mine.”

Sandy pulls away, wiping her eyes and smiling at you. It’s shocking when she strokes your hair, smoothing it against your head like your own mother would do when you were younger and upset. She stands, allowing Medina to take her seat again.

“Why don’t you two try and get some rest? I’ll go and see what I can find out.” Sandy sniffles, wiping her eyes again and sighing deeply before walking purposefully towards the nurses station.

Medina takes her mother’s words to heart, leaning her head on your shoulder and immediately closing her eyes. You can only stare in the direction of the nurses station, watching while Sandy speaks to a nurse and trying to decipher what they’re both saying while you play with Medina’s sun-bleached hair. Although you try and stay awake for as long as possible, sleep soon starts to claim you too.

It feels like only a moment that you doze off for before Sandy’s shaking your shoulder, as well as Medina’s. You squint your eyes while you try to adjust to the bright fluorescent lighting, fishing your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Damn, so much for staying awake when you fall asleep for an hour.

“Jim’s awake and in a room. The doctor said that it doesn’t look like he has any brain damage from the lack of oxygen, but they’ll do an MRI in the morning to make sure. Medina and I can go back first, and then you can, (Y/N). They’d let all of us go back at once, but they don’t want to wear him out.” Medina sits up straight, stretching before running a hand through her hair.

“He’s okay?” You ask quietly. You’re not sure if it’s the lack of sleep, the adrenaline finally wearing off, or if you’re just an emotional mess, but tears fill your eyes when Sandy nods.

“He’s okay. The doctor said fifteen minutes for each of us, and then we can come back tomorrow. Come on, Medina, visiting hours are almost over.” You’re touched at the care Sandy’s showing towards her other child during this time, watching as she helps Medina up and loops an arm around her.

The fifteen minutes that the Mason family spends together passes by at a snail’s pace. Needing to distract yourself, you flip through pictures of you and Jim that have been taken throughout the last year. It makes the time go quicker, as well as reassuring you that he’s not the blue, lifeless corpse you had to save on the beach. The doors to the patient rooms swing open, and you look up to see Medina and Sandy. They both have teary eyes again, but the smiles on their faces calm your racing heart.

“How’s he doing?” You ask, standing up and pulling your jacket tighter around you.

“He’s tired, and upset that he relapsed again. He’s in good spirits, though.” Sandy explains.

“He kept asking about you.” Medina chimes in. “You should go back. The second he heard you were here, he tried to sit up and get out of bed.”

You laugh at the oh-so accurate description of your boyfriend, nodding and walking past the two. Medina squeezes your hand as you pass, and you smile back at her.

“Room 118.” She tells you before the doors close behind you.

The room’s not that far down the hallway, and you hesitate before you open the door. Would he look like the Jim that you know, the Jim that you just spent fifteen minutes trying to remind yourself is still here and alive? Or would he look like the dead body that you see whenever you close your eyes, with sand sticking to his back and skin that’s icy cold to the touch?

“Standing there’s not gonna do anything for you.” You whip around to see a man in scrubs watching you. “Go on. I promise you, if he’s in one of these rooms then he’s gonna make it.”

It’s a little weird, this random nurse giving you advice, but you nod anyways before opening the door. Jim’s laying in the bed, which is propped up slightly so he’s not flat on his back. There’s an IV poking out of his arm, as well as wires poking out of the top of his hospital gown. From your limited medical knowledge, you’re pretty sure that this is an EKG. A cannula provides him a steady flow of oxygen, and the constant beeping of the vitals monitor assures you that this is all real. Jim tilts his head towards the door when he hears it open, smiling widely at the sight of you.

“Come here, baby.” He croaks out.

Tears obviously aren’t going to help the situation, but you still can’t help it when you start crying upon hearing Jim’s voice. There’s already a chair next to his bed, so you sit in that and let him grip your hand. It’s an uncomfortable position when you lay your head on his bicep, but you need to have physical proof that this is real and that Jim’s actually alive.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying.” You sniffle out.

“I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“No, you’re in the hospital! The rest of us need to apologize.”

“Why?”

“We didn’t keep a close enough eye on you. I should have gone to that party with you, if I was there then none of us would be here right now.”

“I shouldn’t have lied to you and Medina. I also shouldn’t have stolen the pills that Sandy hid from me. Please don’t beat yourself up about this, (Y/N).” You’re silent for a moment, reveling in the feeling of Jim running a hand through your hair. “‘Dina told me...that you were the one who found me?”

“Did I hurt your chest?” You ask. Although it’s not the most important thing to think about right now, for some reason it’s the only thing you can think about. Jim silently chuckles, shaking his head.

“It’s sore, but that doesn’t matter. I was dead?” You stiffen before nodding, looking into his baby blue eyes. “Like...actually?”

“When I found you…” you have to take a deep breath before continuing, “when I found you, you were completely limp. Your lips were blue, you weren’t breathing, and you didn’t have a heartbeat.”

“Yep, definitely dead.” Jim has a really weird sense of humor when dealing with heavy topics, and this is no different.

“What was it like? Do you remember?” You ask quietly, bringing his hand up so you can kiss the back of it repeatedly.

“I heard you.” He says after a long moment.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head in confusion. Did you just accidentally say something out loud?

“There was nothing while I was dead, I was just bathed in this warm light that felt like when you lay on the sand after it’s been soaking up the sun all day. Warm in all the right ways, ya know?” You nod, confirming that you know the feeling. “But then, I heard you yelling my name. You just kept repeating ‘no’ over and over again. When you started CPR, I could hear you counting the compressions under your breath.”

“You--you heard me?” You say shakily. “How? You were, like, really dead.”

“I know, and I know this sounds so crazy, but I could see you too. Obviously my eyes weren’t open, but it was like this tunnel vision where I saw you crying and yelling at me.”

“And it wasn’t some weird vision?” You ask.

“‘Don’t you fucking die on me, Jim Mason.’” He quotes, sending chills down your spine. “You told the operator we were three miles south of Lunada.”

“Holy shit.” You breathe out.

“You literally brought me back to life, (Y/N). I never believed in angels before, but you are my angel.” You wipe your tears away with the back of your hand, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t tell me your near-death experience has made you a sap now, Jim.”

“I was a sap before I died, too.” Jim pauses, biting his lip while he considers what to say next. “I was telling Sandy and Medina this, but once I’m well enough to be discharged, I’m going to take a look at those long-term rehab facilities you guys were showing me. I wanna get better, and stay better. Hearing you sobbing for me and refusing to give up on me, and me not being able to do anything about it? I don’t ever want to put you in that position again. I want to be in your life for a long time (Y/N), and I want you to be in mine for a long time.”

“I think...that’s a really good idea, Jim.” You lean up to kiss his forehead. “I’m proud of you for realizing that you need help.”

There’s a quick knock on the door before it opens, and the same nurse that told you to go in pops his head in.

“It’s been fifteen minutes. Jim needs some rest, now.” You look at the nurse, pleading with him to let you stay longer, but Jim calls your name so you look at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” You lean in to kiss him, muttering against his lips how much you love him. “I love you too, baby.”

It’s so incredibly hard to leave Jim’s room, but you’re at peace knowing that he’ll still be here in the morning, waiting for you to come back.

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divine17 · 6 years

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Sex With Jim Mason (HCs)

Request: “ wow yes, I would like sex with Jim Mason headcannons plz!!!”

Count: 24

A/N: Hmm what other characters would you guys wanna see me write for?? This blog is literally only Jim

Jim just loves teasing his partner

Other than when they ride his thigh, it might be his favorite thing in the whole world

Seeing the twisted pleasure on their features would be his favorite thing

He loves being able to get them so worked up and needy, deprived of what they crave so desperately

& running his hand up their inner thigh, bringing himself in for a kiss but just barely letting his lips ghost over theirs, etc too

Orgasm denial, but soft

“Mm, baby, I think you can hold off just a little longer for me”

He loves denying that release to his partner until he says its okay for them to come, especially because it makes the orgasm that much more intense for them

And then encouraging them to come so so ... Sweetly

I feel like Jim also has a bit of a penchant for having sex in cars

Like, he doesn’t go out of his way for it to happen or anything but he finds himself doing it fairly often, especially on the way home from the beach or after a date

Either that or sex on the beach, but not in the sand

He learned his lesson the hard way with that one

He also loves decorating his partner with little love bites everywhere just so they know that they’re his, and no one else’s

And he also probably really likes when his partner leaves scratches or bites on him, honestly

He would be a little embarrassed if his friends at the beach saw, and they inevitably would, but he’d quickly learn to wear them with pride

Because it would be his little reminder that he’s theirs, only theirs, just like the little soft bruises on you

When he’s angry, I mean really just pissed off, he gets rough

R o u g h

Like, choke his partner until they’re seeing stars, hold their face into the mattress to stifle moans, overstimulation, spanking while he’s fucking them from behind, hair pulling...

Jim would pretend that he absolutely does not have a tiny lil daddy kink and thinks it’s so gross but we all know that he does

It would take a little while for him to get completely comfortable calling himself daddy but he’d love his partner calling him the little nickname, especially in a playful way

But he’s not really into it for the sexual or extremely dominant aspect, more so the “protecter/defender” part of it, if that makes sense

Like, he finally has someone that loves him for him, no matter his flaws, and he’s going to protect the hell outta them

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langdxn · 3 years

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How do you think the Cody’s would react to you getting pregnant when your relationship was still pretty new?

awh surely the boys are good fathers no matter what, right? sneaking this under a cut because i got carried away

Every aspect of Outpost!Michael’s life is so heavily planned and orchestrated that, by the time he’s brought about the end of the world and established the apocalyptic outposts, the thought of starting a family is well beyond his mind. Nevertheless, his arrival at Outpost 3 led him to you: the enchanting gray he didn’t remember from the occupant lists. Your gradual back-and-forth flirting over the common room over two weeks led you falling head over heels into the most romantic, steamy and intense relationship of your lives — but was that all down to the isolation, living in close proximity underground every hour of the day?

It seems your nerves as you stuttered out your secret at the end of Michael’s stressful interview day were completely justified, judging by the blank expression on his face. “Pregnant?” He repeated sternly as he rubbed his temple. “You’re aware we’re facing the end of humanity as we know it, and you’re bringing another life into this barren husk of a world?” His brows knitted tightly together as he computed the situation before him, gaze darting around his bronzed office before falling back to your eyes.

“But the baby is mine?” A grin curled the corner of his lips ever so slightly as realisation sunk in, lunging forward to grasp your hand over his desk. “Then we have nine months to get to know each other properly before we have another life to get to know too.”

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The spontaneity of Xavier Plympton’s life up until this moment has taken him to some extraordinary places: experimenting with drugs, shooting gay porn, even counseling at Camp Redwood for a summer he thought would be safe and peaceful. He invited you along for the sole purpose of showing off his new girl to his closest friends, introducing you by way of shoving you all together in a deserted summer camp to get to know one another.

As Xavier thoughtfully plates up breakfast around the campfire for everyone, there’s no hiding the excitement glowing across his countenance, brightening his cheeks and planting that special glisten in his eyes. However, catching sight of the greasy fried egg on your plate sends you racing back to the girls’ cabin — your first sign of morning sickness has arrived. Blissfully unaware of your condition and assuming you’d simply forgotten something in your bunk, Xavier begins his announcement while idly bouncing on the balls of his feet: “I’m sure you’ll all get a chance to speak to Y/N while we’re here, but I wanted you to be the first to know we’re officially together as of today!”

“And she’s pregnant already, doofus,” Montana jibes with a roll of her eyes, jabbing a finger in the direction you darted and couldn’t be seen for dust. “I’ve seen this happen a thousand times over, you knocked her up on the first time, Plympton!”

Xavier pauses, staring into the middle distance for a moment. Suddenly, as if a lightbulb moment struck him, he grins even wider and chuckles to himself. “I’m gonna be a dad and a Hollywood actor? This summer is so fucking rad!”

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There’s no way of skirting around it — family is a very sensitive subject around Duncan Shepherd. Not that you could consider your impending motherhood much of a family when the father of your unborn child is your soon-to-be-divorced boss at the Shepherd Freedom Foundation. The nights you spent rolling around atop his desk when the office was empty couldn’t ever be the starting line for a genuine family unit, could it? As far as you were aware, your pussy was merely a gateway drug to letting out his frustrations of his messy divorce. He’d been married for 7 years and they had no children to show for it, was he even the fatherly type?

Duncan’s gaze caught yours as you grabbed your bag from beneath your desk, heading to the doctors for your first checkup of yours and your baby’s health, but you forced his image out of your mind. You promised yourself you’d tell the expectant father closer to your 12-week scan in hopes you could gather further information on his promise as a dad in the meantime. Once you headed for the door, Duncan grasped your arm and pulled you in to kiss you in front of the entire office, faces behind desks frozen in shock, a deep red flushing your own cheeks while he leaned in to deepen your connection.

“I know,” he muttered indicatively into your mouth as you parted lips and he guided you to the exit, an arm tightly wrapped around your waist. “Penny saw your pregnancy test in the office restroom when you left. Be honest with me, is the baby mine?” You meekly nodded as he ushered you around a corner and through the front doors. “Then consider this your last day in the office, you won’t have to work a day while you’re carrying my child.” He drew to a halt as you reached the busy sidewalk, his free hand gently planting into the plane of your abdomen, as flat as it would be for the next nine months. “Don’t worry, I’ll be paying to keep you both safe and happy. You’re a Shepherd now, and Shepherds look after each other.”

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The most paternal surfer boy this side of Bali, Jim Mason warms to the idea of becoming a father immediately. Who cares that you’d only been seeing each other for two months before the condom broke in the midst of an intense session up against the rocks on the beach bathed in the glow of a particularly beautiful sunset? On reflection, it was quite possibly the most romantic setting in which to make a baby, stealing chaste kisses and panting breathless declarations of love in between. Those same hushed affections spilled from his lips when you told him you were pregnant, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around like an ecstatic carousel. The blissful happiness lasted a month and a half, until one evening the deafening silence around the house suggested your boyfriend was still at the beach.

Wandering down to the shore, you spotted a familiar form hunched over at the water’s edge, head between his legs and his arched back pulsing as if he was sobbing. As you approached, his gentle weeping nearly drowned out by the crashing surf, it became clear that this breakdown was a side of Jim you’d never seen before, a change that exposed a weakness in him. He noticed your approaching footfalls as the sand squished beneath you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered under ragged breaths. “I can’t, I… I’m never going to be a good father!” He sobbed weakly as you perched beside him, draping a sympathetic arm over his shoulder. “I’ll fuck it all up, just like my dad fucked it all up with me and Medina.” His head instinctively dipped into you, leaning over and pressing his weight against you. “I’m scared, I’m scared I won’t be good enough.”

Of course, what he doesn’t understand in this moment is that the simple fact he’s concerned about how good a father he’ll be already proves he’ll be a better father than his own. Suddenly, his sniffing ceased, raising his head to gaze into your eyes through a tear-blurred haze. “We… we can do this together, right? As long as I’ve got you, we can do anything.”

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When he first found out you were expecting his baby, Richard fell silent again. His bad dreams intensified, leaving him a quivering, frantic shell of his former self squirming in bed beside you. What could be so terrifying to him, the thought of becoming a father at such a young age? Or of being tied to the girl he only met a month ago over a heated exchange in the clinic lounge concerning the TV channel of choice on a Friday night?

As he writhed among the sheets, you reached out a hand to rest on his chest and reassured him between weak whimpers escaping his lips. “They’re… they’re coming,” he stuttered in a panic, “baby… they’re coming for our baby!” His knees flailed about, scuffing up the sheets and shaking with fear. “Don’t… don’t touch her,” he exclaimed defiantly, balling his fists at his side and drawing his bottom lip between clenched teeth. “Leave my daughter alone!” Suddenly, his fidgeting ceased, his fingers unfurled and his features melted down from their raging skewed frown to a peaceful, serene half-smile.

Without warning, his hand journeyed behind your head and scooped around your shoulders, drawing you in and holding you as close as physically possible — all without opening his eyes, almost as if he were still locked inside his dreamscape. His other hand cupped the back of your head and pressed your face into his chest. “Stay away from my girls, they’re mine.”

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Meeting Andy Dolan at his sickeningly excessive birthday party and bonding over your shared adoration of cocaine wasn’t the ideal foundation for a family. In fact, it wasn’t any foundation for a family. Hiding from the paparazzi was a full-time job for the actor with whom you had somehow fallen into a casual relationship, he always felt distant and preoccupied, glaring out of every passing window and obsessing over internet searches. He was already struggling to handle his crumbling connection with his child and his bitter divorce, so you figured his only feasible response to discovering he’d already knocked up his new partner wouldn’t be a happy one, particularly given the cold stare he flashed at you for turning down his offer of a line as you chilled out the night before.

Hoping Andy was suitably distracted by rehearsing for an upcoming screen test, you aimed to sneak out of the mansion and head straight for the clinic, your mind sufficiently made up that you couldn’t keep this baby, least of all raise it in the shattered environment around you. Reaching the gates and waiting for the doorman to operate the electronics, your mission had succeeded up until a hand curled around your wrist and spun you on your heels to front the skewed rage on Andy’s face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His words spat through gritted teeth. “Did you think you’d get away with this, huh? Getting rid of my baby without even telling me?!” You had no chance to defend yourself or question how he found out before he launched into another tirade. “You think I won’t be a good father? Because I’m always off my face in one capacity or another?”

His grip weakened on your forearm for his hand to slip down your wrist and entwined his fingers with yours, the other reaching up to cup the back of your neck as his voice softened. “The coke? Gone. It’s gone. I’ll go back to the wellness centre and do it properly this time. Just please, please don’t get rid of our baby? Give me a chance to be a proper dad this time?”

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brooklinn13 · 3 years

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I Own You Part 5 ( Michael Langdon x Reader)

Summary: your childhood friend Mallory heard about your death so she decided to bring you back and after she brings you back you plan on getting your revenge on Michael.

Warning: angst, Mention abuse, torture, death, cheating, sad Michael

A/N: okay this is the last part of I own you and I made Ms.Meade soft in this part. I'm sorry it took me so long to post part 5 I lost motivation in writing I didn't proofread.

Taglist: @lavenderahs @kitty4860 @mllxngdonswife

After Michael killed you,Mead came in the room. When she saw your dead body on the bed she started crying. “Michael what have you done. You killed the woman who carried your child for 9 months. Why would you kill her, she loved you Michael she gave up everything to be with you. She the one who found you when you was lost and this is what she gets death.” “Come on Ms.Mead she wasn't in his plan.” Caroline said. “Yea she right y/n wasn't in my plans but Caroline is.” Michael said.

“I can't believe this, I'm very disappointed in you Michael I hope you're happy with this Raising a baby without a mother.” “she will have a mother Caroline is her new mother, not y/n.” “But listen, Michael, as she grows up the more she going to look like her real mother and then you going to regret everything.” ” I don't regret anything I did what I had to do.” “please get out Michael and leave the baby here.” “Fine, I will pick her up next week,” Michael said. After that Michael and Caroline both left.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” Ms.Mead said crying. “Why did he do this. Why did he cause you pain after everything you have done for him.” After mead stops crying she called Michael for help to get rid of your body. “Hey, Caroline I’m going back to Ms. Mead's house to help her get rid of y/n body.” “ Are you worried that her family or friends may check up on her or get worried if she doesn't call them,” said Caroline. “Y/n doesn't have a family she grew up in the Foster care System, jumping home to home, and she never had any friends the only friend had was her childhood friend but they barely talk. So there no need to worry no one will miss her trust me.” Michael said.

After Mead and Michael dump your body in a ditch. Mead turn around and said something to Michael. “I hope your happy.” Mead said in a whisper. “ I'm very happy I have everything that I need,” Michael said. “ But why would you kill her.” “Why do you care so much about her huh?” Mead just looks at Michael and shakes her head and she walks to her car and drove off, Leaving Michael by himself.

One year later

Mallory and CoCo was on a lunch date down town. Mallory was scrolling through the news when an article pop up she clicks it to read more about it. The article was talking about how they found a dead Woman's body decaying for a year in a ditch. They identify the body and it was yours, as Mallory was reading more she became sick to her stomach. “Mallory what's wrong.” “ M-My childhood friend y/n it's dead they found her body a year later, I-I can't believe this I haven’t seen her in year's.” “Hey,” CoCo said “ why don't you bring her back to life. It can help improve your powers.” “ That's a good idea but she lives in California we need to book a flight.” said Mallory.

Mallory and CoCo when back to their coven to tell their supreme their plan to bring you back. ”CoCo can you book the plane ticket from me, please.” “ I already have when we were in the car,” said CoCo. “ Wow, that was fast.” Mallory when upstairs to tell Cordelia that her and coco going to California to bring back her friend. As Mallory got close to her supreme office she knocks on the door. “Come in,” said Cordelia. “Hey, Cordelia I was just telling you that I and CoCo are going to California to bring back my friend.” “oh well have fun and be safe please be safe and call me when y'all get to California.” “ Will do” said Mallory.

(Michael’s point of view )

It's been a whole year seen Michael killed y/n. He and Caroline got married three months ago, Michael was happy with his new family but sometimes when he looks at his daughter all he can see is you. It was killing him she had your eyes, your hair texture. She was your twin and Michael felt guilty for taking his daughter's mother away for her. Michael has been a mess for the past week, losing Ms.Mead to the witches he was lost. Michael was planning on bringing you back to life. He misses you he can't stop thinking about you. Michael will cry himself to sleep because he felt so bad for abusing you.

Michael has been busy trying to end the world but Caroline had been doing things behind his back. Michael started to fell out of love with Caroline the only person he truly loves was you and he never going to stop loving you. You were the only person (besides Mead) that care about him and would never leave him. Day after day Michael was getting more and more stress. After a long day, Michael came to his daughter and wife. When Michael opened the door to his house all he can hear is loud moaning coming from upstairs. As he walks upstairs to his and Caroline shared bedroom he sees Caroline with another guy.

Michael was angry he opens the door walk over to the guy Caroline cheating on him with, Michael snapped his neck and he walks over to Caroline and started yelling at her. All Caroline can do is say sorry but does she mean it. Michael walks into his daughter's room to see if she okay she was still asleep. Michael when back to his room to yell at Caroline more he didn't care if he wakes his daughter up he was so angry why would she do that. He gave her everything she wants and needs and this is what he gets.

“ I could kill you just a snap of my finger, the only reason why I’m letting you live is your the only mother my daughter knows.” After that Michael when to his office to do more paper work. Three week of paper work and making Ms.Mead, Michael decide to bring you back. He misses you so much he thought he was happy with Caroline but he wasn’t happy with her ever if he tried she wasn’t you. He was sorry was treating you so bad and making you feel so alone. After he bring you back he was going to make it up to you make you his queen he needs you in his new world. He was hoping for you to forgive him.

Michael been looking for your soul for days. He when to your personal hell you wasn’t there he tried everything. Michael when home crying he feel like he lost everything in his life. The only thing that’s keeping him going is his daughter. Michael been thinking about getting rid of Caroline but after not finding you he kept her around for a little bit longer to find another way to get you back.

( Mallory point of View)

After bring you back Mallory and CoCo brought you back to New Orleans. You told them everything on how your boyfriend killed you and took your baby and how he abuse you everyday and how he killed your baby. Mallory was piss she wanted to kill him so bad. Both you and Mallory decided to get revenge on him. You told Mallory you wanted to kill Caroline for taking your boyfriend and child, she took everything from you and you want her to pay.

You and Mallory were coming up with an idea on how to make Michael paid for what he did to you. You both found where Caroline works at so you both decide to pay her a lovely visit after she got off. You and Mallory waiting in the car until Caroline got off. �� I can't wait to kill this dumb bitch, she took everything from me.” said y/n. You saw Caroline walking out the door. You and Mallory got out of the car and follow her, you had the knife in your hand you couldn't wait any longer so got ran up to her and stabbed her in her back. You kept on stabbing her over and over again. “Y/N that's enough we should go before anyone sees us,” said Mallory. You both ran back to the car and drove off.

Two days later you see Caroline on the news about how Caroline's boss found her body next to her car. You wonder how Michael feels now that his lover is dead. You were glad that Cordelia let you stay at the coven with them for a little until you and Mallory have y'all plan ready for Michael.

( Michael point of view )

Michael was getting ready for a meeting when he noticed Caroline Hasn’t come back home. He didn't think much of it, Michael, when to his daughter's room to walk her up and get her ready for daycare. When Michael was putting on clothes on his daughter he hears a knock on the door. Michael when downstairs with his daughter on his hips, opens the door and sees a cop. The cop told Michael that Caroline had died last night, Michael was lost of words he thanks the cops for telling. He was happy that she was dead but he was sad because she was the only mother his daughter know. Michael continues getting his daughter Straight for the day.

( y/n point of view )

Mallory and y/n spend days coming up with an idea to torture Michael. You and Mallory found out where Michael live and where he works at he works at a robot company. You decided to pay him a little visit at his job but Mallory stop you saying not yet. Both of y’all flew back to California to kill Michael. ”Mallory I found where my daughter goes to daycare can you pick her up and say your Michael assistant and I ask CoCo to fly down her she should be here in two hours.” Mallory waited until Coco got off the plane they both when to pick up your daughter.

After they pick her up CoCo took the baby to her parents house. It’s 10pm and you and Mallory are in the car waiting for Michael to come out. 15 mins later you saw Michael walking to his car, you both got out the car and walk slowly to him. You had a brick in your hands and you ran up to him and started Hitting him until he passed out , you drag his body in your car and you drove to this abandon asylum.

You tied Michael to a chair, he was still knocked cold so you grabbed cold water and splash it on his face. “Wakey wake.” said y/n. “Y/n,” Michael said. “ Yes, Michael I'm alive.” “wait how I been looking for you for weeks now I tried everything to bring you back but I guess she beat me to it,” said Michael. “She did beat you to it.” “listen very close to me Michael you treated me like a piece of trash and you took my baby away from me and you killed me. I killed Caroline and now I'm going to Tortured the hell are you, after I’m down with you, your going to be wishing that I killed you.” Said y/n

Mallory give you the whip, you untied Michael and chained him up to the ceiling. You gave Michael 20 whips and was a crying mess, begging you to stop you didn’t listen you kept on until you got to 100. His back was all bloody and mark up. You smile at the work you did. It was Mallory turn she carved asshole on his back and she continue to be put degrading words on his body. Michael beg y’all to stop he keep asking for you to forgive him. You still didn’t listen.

5 hours later Michael wasn’t moving that much you didn’t care one bit, he was a bloody mess and look like a hot mess, his hair a mess blood Leaking down to the ground. “Y/n,” Michael said in a whisper. “Will you ever forgive me.” “No,” said y/n. “I think you should stay where you at and think about what you have done.” “Don’t leave me here y/n please don't leave me,” Michael said crying. “ I think it's too late baby I see you soon.” Y/N DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME PLEASE I LOVE YOU I'M SORRY FOR THE WAY I TREATED YOU PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME.” “bye Michael.” “Y/N PLEASE YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME REMEMBER I STILL OWN YOU. “I see you haven’t changed.”

“Goodbye Michael.” said y/n after that you and Mallory left Michael all by himself. You when to CoCo parents house to see your daughter for the first time in a year. When you open the door you see CoCo and your daughter laughing. You walk up to them and your daughter turn around and smiled at you. You swear you head her call you mama but she got off from coco lap and ran up to you. You never felt this happy in your life.

18 months later

You and your daughter were stuck at outpost 3. You wish Cordelia didn't have to wipe Mallory and Coco‘s memory. You miss them coco was a bitch with her new personality everyone was so boring but your daughter loves everyone at the outpost. As y'all were eating yall hear a loud noise. You were wondering who was coming into the outpost. After y'all was done eating Ms.Venable told everyone to meet in the library. She was telling us that someone special had come here to talk to us about saving us. As y'all was waiting I'll hear footstep coming closer and closer and when you turn around you was shock to see Michael.

His hair was long and look beautiful, you was wondering if he still have the scar on him. But you see your daughter smiling and yelling “daddy” and she was trying to run to him but you stop her just in time. You see Michael smiling at her and he smile at you.

“Hello my name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative, I won’t sugar coat anything”.

The end

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infernwetrust · 4 years

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THE MASTER LIST

Michael Langdon

Wandering Eyes (Part 1, Part 2)

Luke Langdon (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Xavier Plympton

Easy To Fall (Part 1, Part 2)

Jim Mason

Never Enough (Part 1, Part 2(Coming soon) )

A Collection of Moments (1)

Duncan Shepherd

NO IDEAS YET, FEEL FREE TO SEND ME SOME :)

OTHER THINGS

Hands On [Michael x Jim x Fem Reader] (Part 1, Part 2(coming soon))

A Little Attention Please [Michael x Jim x Fem Reader] (Part 1, Part 2(coming soon))

Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason

To Take Care Of (Part 1, Part 2)

Dive

The Hotbox

It’s The Little Things

To a Lifetime

Who Loves You Better?

BLURBS, DRABBLES, IMAGINES, ONE SHOTS, OR HOWEVER YOU LIKE TO CALL IT

March Madness [Jim x Xavier]

In His Office [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader]

Morning After [Jim x Xavier]

Marked You [You x Michael]

THE BESTFRIENDS UNIVERSE

BRIEF INTRO: This takes place in alternate universe, combining Cody’s characters Michael, Jim, Duncan (supporting), and Xavier. The 1984 gang is included as well. The Michael for this series is a cross between Sojourn and F&R.

f**k, i luv my friends

afraid of heights

saturday nights

winesday

between the haze

SERIES

The Devil In Me [Michael Langdon]

Plot: What if we took the Antichrist, Michael Langdon and turned him into founder and leader of one of the largest cartel’s in California? And what’s even better, is that you’re by his side through it all.

Part 1

Part 2

Plot: When reader meets Andy Dolan for the first time, little did she know that her life would change. Except add ex-boyfriend and current best friend Jim Mason into the mix, and you’ll learn very quickly that it wasn’t just reader’s life who changed.

A/N: This will be updated every so often and will be pinned to my board.

UPDATED AS OF 05/19/21

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outpostmichael · 4 years

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Sometimes I still can't believe they are actually all the same person

#Imagine being this powerful #cody fern #american horror story #michael langdon #ahs apocolaypse #xavier plympton #Ahs 1984 #The tribes of palos verdes #Jim Mason #Duncan shepherd #House of Cards

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dyns33 · 4 years

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The same team

I can't ask for her permission because she is gone, but I really love this story and so I'm sharing my fantasy inspired by it, please go read this fanfiction, even if it's Millory, because wow !

It’s a bit sad, cause I’m a bit sad lately... And yes, it’s a FIVESOME I’m crazy

The Cooperative had succeeded, it had created the perfect assassins, perfect hackers, the most irresistible seducers, the best thieves, the best mentalists, the best in everything. The last generation of special agents would normally be five members, but there had been a problem.

First, Michael was born. Majestic, proud, silent. The killer of the team, dancing with his knives and killing all his targets without ever being spotted. Then Duncan, the genius, who was in charge of preparing the missions, who found information on the enemies, who disrupted their computer system. Third, Xavier, the mole, an actor capable of seducing anyone, of winning everyone's trust, breaking into all the agencies to destroy them from the inside. Penultimate James, Jim, the chameleon. He could do what the others were doing, but less well. He didn't always seduce, he preferred to pretend to be vulnerable to not be suspected, then he listened, he stole, he killed.

The problem arose during the creation of the last member, (Y/N). The Cooperative wanted a woman, for a change. Something had gone wrong and they hadn't had a praying mantis or a fierce lion or a rabid wolf, but a puppy. A lost little girl who was crying and demanding the attention of her four elders. When it was decided to kill her, Michael, Duncan, Xavier and Jim all stood in front of her to protect her.

"We keep her !" they said at the same time.

"She's useless."

"We'll find something."

"She will disturb you in your missions, you will not be able to take her with you, you will not always be together and yet someone will have to watch her."

"Miss Mead will do it !"

Miss Mead was the robot who maintained the house when they were away. Even though she was reprogrammed to watch over (Y/N) now, she sighed when she saw the young girl, who didn't seem to like her either, sticking to the boys. She cried when they had to leave on their first mission, and although they called her almost every day, she was not happy until they came back to hug her.

Even though she wasn't "finished," that was what the Cooperative said, (Y/N) wasn't stupid. She knew she was different, that she shouldn't have been like that, and she understood very well that she was a burden on the team. Even though she couldn't help them out in the field, she didn't like knowing that she was preventing them from resting at home, with her requests for them to play with her, to hug her, to kiss her, all the time. She tried to stop but it was stronger than her, she needed them, when they didn't need her. It was not good, she hated be like that.

"Can I die ?" she asked Miss Mead one day.

"No."

"Why ?"

"The boys don't want that."

"Why ?"

"... Stop it immediately, I don't have time for your childishness."

The robot was watching her all the time, so (Y/N) couldn't hurt herself. It was only when she was with the others that Miss Mead would leave her, since they were there to take care of her, so she had an idea. The Cooperative members had everything they wanted, because even though they had been created, they weren't working for free. (Y/N) then baked cookies for the boys, and she went to Jim first.

"Jimmy, I have cookies."

"Aw, thank you princess."

"No !" she said, preventing him from taking a cookie. "It's your reward, if you accept the mission."

"I'm sad princess, I thought you wanted to give me a present. Anyway, tell me."

"I want you to kill me."

Jim was silent, stared at her, before nodding. It hurt (Y/N) a bit, who didn't think he would take it that easily, but it was what she wanted, so she let him grab her, pulling her onto his bed and... He tickled her.

"No ! Jimmy no !"

"You're going to die from laughing Princess !"

"No !"

When he was done, satisfied seeing her totally exhausted, Jim kissed her on the forehead, took a cookie which he savoured while playing his video game. First failure. Annoyed, (Y/N) took her cookies to go see Duncan. He was smarter than Jim, he would understand what she wanted.

"Oh, cookies, thank you kitten."

"I have a request."

"Ah. My heart is bleeding. Tell me."

"I want you to kill me."

"Interesting. How much ?"

"... What ?"

"How much money ?"

"I have no money, I have cookies."

"I know. You ask me to fill you up, I imagine you want to go shopping and you don't have enough money, and you want to exchange some for your delicious cookies. Wait."

Duncan then got up to go to the safe where he had stored several thousand dollars. He made several round trips despite the protests of (Y/N) who he recovered with a mountain of banknotes. Laughing at seeing her drowning like that, he patted her on the head, picked up a cookie and returned to work on his computer. Second failure. Terribly frustrated, (Y/N) growled before going to find Xavier in the gym. He would get it !

"It's bad for my diet but thanks babe."

"Kill me." she mumbled, handing him the cookies.

"Very well."

The intense fornication session that followed could have been extraordinary if that had been what (Y/N) asked of him. He fucked her in several positions until she begged him to stop, not being able to endure another orgasm. Xavier considered that he deserved a cookie, only one, for this performance, he nibbled her ear, then he started doing push-ups again. Third failure. There was only one more attempt left. (Y/N) was therefore waiting on the sofa with her cookies for Michael to come home from his mission. He was the oldest, he had to understand, he had to. And he loved sugar more than anything, so he couldn't refuse.

"Good evening angel." he said seeing her sitting alone. "Are you hungry ? That's a lot of cookies for one person, will you share ?"

"They are all for you... if you do as I ask."

"Hm. Blackmail. I'm not sure I like it."

"I... I can bake other cakes if it's not enough !"

"I'll give you my prize when you tell me what you want."

"Kill me."

Michael didn't seem surprised by her request. He sighed for a long time as he took the plate of cookies which he put on the table before stroking her hands.

"No."

"... You may not have understood. The others have not understood."

"They understood very well, although they hoped they were wrong. Jim texted us after your first attempt. They are all freaked out. My sweet angel, why do you want to die ?"

"I am a failure, a burden."

"Who said that ?"

"The Cooper..."

"Here. Who said that here ?"

"No one, but it's obvious. I do not want to annoy you. We're programmed to be together, to be a team and that's why you wanted to keep me, you felt obligated even though I'm useless. I want to help you."

"But you are helping us, you don't bother us at all. After a long day, it's a real pleasure to see you again."

"... Don't you want my cookies then ?"

"You are more important than cookies."

"... More important than all the sugar in the world ?" she asked timidly.

"Ask me and I'll never touch a grain of sugar again."

"... You really do love me then ?"

"Oh my angel." Michael sighed, taking her in his arms.

Duncan, Xavier and Jim, who were watching what happened since they had heard Michael come in, quickly joined them on the sofa to hug her too with all their strength, so that she could feel their love. She was their ray of sunshine after a dark mission. It was for her that they wanted to return home. Even if they loved each other too, not being able to live without the others, it would have been different if she hadn't been there, or if she had been like them. For them, she was finished. She was helpful. She was perfect. She was the most important member of the team. Miss Mead sighed with a small smile as she found them all asleep on the couch, the television on, and all the cookies devoured.

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Jim Mason

EVERYTHING I SAY SOUNDS WEIRD AND WRONG

fanfics

Can’t Sleep (Fluff)

Baby Boy (Fluff)

Beauty Is Pain (Fluff)

Playful (Fluff)

Love Regardless (Fluff)

Night Terrors (Angst)

Sober Up (Fluff)

drabbles

Pick Him Up

When He Falls

Stood Up

Accidental Proposal

Solve My Problems

Being Playful

Craving Comfort

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI

Sweets.

The Jim Mason Experience.

#jim mason #jim mason x reader #jim mason imagine #jim mason the tribes of palos verdes #the tribes of palos verdes #emmy's masterlist

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ramona-thorns · 4 years

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Cody Boy's reactions to Buzzfeed thirst about them:

Richard: *looks at the camera* "Run you over with a car? You all need some therapy."

Jim Mason: *reads tweets* *blushes*

young!Michael: *stutters* *Constance Langdon enters* "How dare you! My grandson is 8, you pathetic bitches."

hawthorne!Michael: *yeets the tweets out of the bowl* "No."

sojourn!Michael: *reads all of em* *holds back tears* "I would die for all of you too..."

Michael Langdon: *seductive smile while reading* *lean towards the camera* "Choking? Does the idea of that excites you?"

Duncan Shepherd: *chuckles* *looks at the camera* "Okay. @(username) I'll be your daddy. Dm me your address."

Xavier Plympton: "Wow. Kids are really into face-sitting these days. *looks at the staff with confusion* "What's rai---railing? Oh... okay... Sure @(username), I'll rail you. Let's make this happen."

#imagine #buzzfeed thirst tweets #cody fern #michael langdon #duncan shepherd #xavier plympton #richard #jim mason #ahs apocalypse #house of cards #ahs 1984 #the last time i saw richard #the tribes of palos verdes

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ebony-witch · 4 years

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We're Our Own Tribe

#jim mason x reader #jim mason #cody fern #the tribes of palos verdes #moodboard #Why did it take me so long to figure out how to do the text gradient 🥴#jim mason imagine #mood board #woc moodboard #bw moodboard #my works

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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We all know Jim is a party boy ! Getting drunk, dancing, having fun, when his shy gf prefers to stay at home. She is fine with it, if he is careful. She is mostly scared about all the beautiful girls around him, and when she sees pictures of him with one of them sitting on him on ig, she just wants to cry. (of course, nothing happened, but after that, everytime he sends a text, smile at a girl or go out with friends, she gets ideas)

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

I hope you’ll like this!

I have a strange love-hate relationship with jealousy so if I didn’t write this amazingly just ask me again and I’ll try to do better!

Ahhh haven’t I missed my sweetheart Jimmy?

WARNINGS: Jealousy, Introvert! Reader, Mention of Drugs/Making Out/Insecurities.

You had never been jealous, before Jimmy.

But at the same time, you had never had someone like Jimmy in your life, someone who you cared to the point that it hurt you in any way possible to think of him with another girl, which happened even more frequently than you might think, since Jimmy seemed to be constantly in a crowd.

It was what differentiated you from him: you were shy, and as much as you were also in crowds you couldn’t stand them for longer than a few minutes, preferring the calmness of being outside of them, not always on your own, but in smaller groups than Jim’s.

You didn’t approve of his friends but hadn’t told him anything: you didn’t want to seem irrational and alongside this, the jealousy you felt was something you had to work on your own.

There wouldn’t come anything good from forbidding Jim to hang out with girls, but it still pained you to know that he was out with all those pretty and outgoing girls, constantly hanging on his lips.

It was unfair how gorgeous and popular Jimmy was.

It made you question why he chose someone like you.

A little asocial introvert with her passion for sea at night and collecting shells.

And sometimes insecurity just got the best of you.

You usually tried to hang out with Jimmy’s friends, both to keep an eye out on your boy and both to try to spend time together doing what Jimmy wanted, since although Fridays usually were his thing to choose, you had all the weekend to decide.

That Friday you hadn’t just felt like going out, the gym lesson had kicked your ass and a meeting with your friends had completely drained all your social energies and in the end had felt like going out with Jimmy would have just ruined your mood.

But you didn’t know it could be ruined further, as you scrolled through the stories, coming up with one from a girl of your high school, Heather, Jimmy’s ex-girlfriend, although they had spent simply a date together.

In the small video there was what looked like an idiotic game of pressing the cards between your lips and passing them, innocent enough, hadn’t Heather accidentally dropped it and proceeded to enact the punishment for such a gesture, on the boy to her side.

Kissing Jimmy on the lips.

He looked flustered and even protested, pushing away the girl without too much attention for her as she tried to deepen the kiss, mumbling embarrassed ‘I have a girlfriend’.

But you quickly closed the app, after that, too shocked to mumble anything or to even feel anything, you just threw the phone away across the room and gently collected yourself, pushing your crossed arms onto your chest as your legs came closer to you, in a fetal position in which you felt frozen.

Tears flew down your cheeks and you couldn’t help but try to choke back a few sobs, well aware of your parents in the next room, and as your mother came to check on you before she went out to a theatre piece with your father, you faked of being asleep, snoring lightly.

Alone it all felt even worse, your entire body overthinking, unable to think about anything else than what you saw as it conjured imagines of Jimmy cheating on you with Heather, and although you couldn’t help but feel irrational, the thoughts didn’t stop.

Eventually you tired yourself out, enough to fall in a deep slumber and were woken up by rocks being thrown at your window, with enough force that you felt almost under attack, immediately dragging your body under the bed as you tried to understand whether an earthquake was going on or… somebody was seriously throwing rocks at your window.

And there was actually somebody who was throwing rocks at your window.

You came at the window, thinking about the extreme remote option that your parents had forgotten keys, as your phone again flashed a message, Jim’s name on it.

‘Hey, can I come over? The party is boring’.

‘Miss you’.

‘Babe, is everything alright?’.

‘Don’t ignore me babe’.

‘Ok I am coming over’.

‘(Y/N) why don’t you answer my calls?’.

‘Baaaaabbbbeeee’.

You couldn’t help but blush at the messages, your heart being comforted by your boyfriend’s childish antics.

But was he still your boyfriend?

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain in your chest, but still came to the window more to actually get the boy from under your house, worried that your neighbors might call the police on him.

You answered the incoming calls that he started as he saw you standing at the window.

“Hi” you answered breathily, and you could see his smirk from all the way up there.

“Hey Juliet” he beamed at you “… can I come inside? Your parents aren’t home, right?”.

You wanted to reject him, maybe to make him understand what you constantly felt when he would pull you aside for his friends, but that wouldn’t have been very grown up, and as much as you didn’t feel like staying with him, you felt like pushing him away might make him run further away from you.

But he could already feel that something wasn’t ok, as you came to open the door for him.

He could probably feel that you were cold and pushed him away at any chance you could, as you both sat down on the sofa comfortably separated by a wall of pillow.

Still Jimmy tried to brighten the atmosphere talking about the party.

‘… and Ethan has this new trick, you should have seen him’ but your gaze was unfocused, but he tried to keep it on, thinking you were solely annoyed or tired ‘… and then Heather…’.

“… oh, I saw that you had fun with Heather” it came out of your mouth quicker than you had thought, and you couldn’t eat back, surprised by your own outburst.

Jimmy stilled beside you and then slowly turned to you, surprised by your outburst as you adjusted yourself to face away from him, as you faked not having said anything.

But Jimmy didn’t let you down that easily.

“How do you know?” the way he immediately went on the defensive said got on your nerves.

“Instagram, I saw her stories! Thank God that I did, or you wouldn’t have ever talked about it”.

“What?! No! I would have, but I didn’t think… I didn’t want to kiss her”.

“But you did!” this was all you could say, turning to him with all the anger and jealous you had always held back “… you let her kiss you! Not only when I was away… and not seeing you, but…”.

“It was a stupid game!” he replied, and you had enough, immediately raising yourself up on your legs.

“Isn’t that what our entire relationship is to you!” you shouted back and then before he could reply you ran away, your anger getting the best of you, although you were well aware you were acting immaturely.

You pushed the door against your back, to close it, slumping against it as you felt tears flowing on your face, hiding it between your knees as your lungs screamed in pain through the sobs.

It was all too noisy, enough to make you almost unable to hear Jim coming onto your stairs, slowly and almost with uncertainty, knocking without too much conviction, trying till it got to you attention and his voice spoke softly.

“(Y/N)… I… don’t meant to… can we talk?”.

“Go away, Jimmy! Can’t you see I don’t want to talk with you?”.

“(Y/N)” this time his tone was uncertain anymore, it was desperate, roughing up its edges “… please… you don’t have to open, just listen to me”.

You wanted nothing more than to shout at him against, but something in his words froze you and his silence was an answer enough for him.

“… I didn’t mean to kiss Heather, I know that I can’t convince you of this, but believe me I didn’t want her, I don’t want her, and I never will love her”.

Your sobs lightly stopped, as you calmed down, hearing his words but you were still weary.

“… I… didn’t like being at that party, I don’t like it when we aren’t together, it physically pains me” he was now slumped against the door exactly like you, his tone lightly growing more quiet and shier “… I… was gloated into doing it…”.

“Oh, wait did they hold a gun to your head?” you asked annoyedly, but your tone wasn’t as angry as it was before.

“You know what I meant” he mumbled, and you felt him turning with his face to the door, as if he could whisper the rest of this thoughts against the wood “…I don’t know what I would be without you, you are the only person with who I can feel myself, truly, without drugs or alcohol, you are the only reason why I am still here, and I’ll be for ever damned if I just let you run away, because I did a stupid thing”.

Silence went through you, as you moved closer to the door, desperately trying to destroy the barriers that were between you and him, but at the same time unsure if your heart could take another painful hit.

“… although I know that you might not believe it, I love you more than anything and to know you so hurt, it pains my own heart” his hand gently set itself up on the wooden door, searching your skin, mimicking the same position of your hand “… and I won’t ever forgive myself if this is what breaks us apart”.

The door slightly opened, you didn’t show your face, but let your hands appear onto his threshold, your back turned to Jimmy, but he reached out for your hand all the same.

Maybe all the heartache of the world was worthy with him.

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7-wonders · 3 years

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i've never been kissed before so you volunteer but i decline, we're best friends and it would be weird, but a couple hours later i lay awake in my bed and i can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and suddenly i regret what i said x Jim 😚

This prompt was meant to be a Jim prompt 🥺 also Jim is college-aged, as he is in everything that I write about him.

An end-of-the-year camping trip with friends is, in your opinion, the best way to celebrate being done with finals. Surrounded by nature and those you care for, with good food and good laughs...there’s really nothing else you can ask for. It’s a small group, but it’s the group that you’ve known for almost two years now, since freshman year of college.

The eight of you are gathered around a campfire, roasting various foods to see how they’ll taste and throwing things into the pit to see the flames spark and crackle. Drinks are flowing, joints are being passed; you could say that the vibes tonight are immaculate.

“Okay, okay,” Xavier Plympton, an acting major with a desire to bring aerobics into the 21st century, speaks up. “Never have I ever...gotten arrested.”

A couple of groans are heard around the circle, and you watch to see who takes a sip of their drink and lowers a finger. Jim, you expected, since he told you about his arson streak in high school. You’re best friends, so of course you’ve told each other everything. The always dark and mysterious Michael Langdon, not so much.

“Really, Michael?” you say in disbelief.

He shrugs. “I was a troubled teen.”

“I want to go next!” Medina, Jim’s twin sister, yells. “Never have I ever--”

“‘Dina, that’s not how the game works. One of the people that takes a drink does the next ‘never have I ever,’“ Jim explains.

She huffs, rolling her eyes before continuing anyways. “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.”

Most people in the group take a drink, yourself included. This is one of the only times you have drank while playing this game. It’s not that you were a goody-two-shoes growing up, or that you had strictly religious parents or anything like that. You’re just cautious, and you tend to overthink things until the moment has passed.

“Well, look who finally drank!” Of course Jim would notice that you had been noticeably absent from the game.

“(Y/N) hasn’t been drinking?” Montana Duke cries in disbelief. “Are we not fun enough for you to pay attention to?”

“No, it’s not that!” you assure. “I just...haven’t done most of the things that you guys have been saying. I’m not going to drink when I haven’t done something; that defeats the purpose of the game.”

“Okay then, your turn, since you finally drank,” Montana smirks. “Say something that will get us all out.”

“Montana, that seems kinda mean-spirited,” Mallory Howell pipes up.

“It’s fine, I’m not a pussy.” Maybe it’s the alcohol giving you confidence, or just you finally being out of fucks to give, but you toss the rest of your drink back and stare at the fire. “Never have I ever been kissed.”

The group erupts in shouts and you roll your eyes, even though you can feel your cheeks heating up almost immediately.

“You’re serious? Never?” Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt, resident rich girl of the group, yells. She’s always super loud when she’s high. “How?”

“I don’t know. Just never felt like kissing anybody I’ve been on a date with.”

“Shit, (Y/N), we gotta get you some action,” Xavier says.

“I could be your first kiss,” Jim says suddenly, anxiously taking a hit from a joint when he feels everybody’s eyes on him. “Y’know, that way you could get it over with, and it’s not with some stranger or somebody that you don��t like.”

“That’s, uh--I mean, that’s super nice, but...we’re best friends. I think it would make things a little weird, y’know?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jim chuckles with a shrug. “Sorry, I’m super high.”

That dispels the sudden tension, and everybody laughs.

“Okay, Mallory, you’re next,” you say, directing the attention to the brunette. You can’t help but glance at Jim, who’s looking right at you. He raises his cup to you, and you feel unexpectedly shy, quickly looking back into the flames.

The fire’s long-since died down, everybody retreating to their tents as the chill of the night took over their senses and sent them to sleep. Everybody, that is, but you. Medina’s dead asleep next to you, snoring softly, but you’ve been staring at the red fabric of the tent for at least an hour now, unable to stop thinking about what Jim said. Would he actually want to kiss you? Or was he just saying that to be nice? You can’t help but to think about what it would be like if you had said yes to his offer. What would it feel like, to kiss Jim Mason? His lips are probably soft, and he just seems like he would be a good kisser.

You sigh, running your hand over your face and sitting up. You quietly throw a hoodie on, trying not to wake up Medina. Though, from the sounds of it, she’s not waking up for anything. Unzipping the front of the tent, you crawl out and walk towards the remnants of the fire. From the light of the moon, you can see a silhouette sitting on one of the lawn chairs, obviously having the same idea as you.

Blue eyes look up at you, and you stop in your tracks when you realize it’s Jim. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” you reply.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“No. Medina’s snoring.”

“Would have thought you were used to that by now, what with you two being roommates for two years.”

“Most of the time, I am.” Jim pulls an empty chair close to his, gesturing for you to sit. “It’s so peaceful out here.”

“Yeah, it is. I wouldn’t mind living out here.”

You’re both silent for a while, taking in the nature around you. “Jim?” you say finally.

“What’s up?”

“Did you...mean what you said? About being my first kiss?”

“I mean, yeah. But you’re right, we’re best friends, it would probably make things weird.”

“Well, what if I was okay with taking that chance?” It feels like the air shifts, goosebumps rising on your skin as Jim looks at you and moves closer.

“Can I be honest?” You nod. “I’d be perfectly fine with things being weird.” His hand comes up to caress the side of your face, and you bite your lip.

“Will you kiss me?”

Jim looks from your eyes to your lips and back again, leaning in and gently pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut; it’s everything that you thought kissing Jim would be. His lips are just as soft as you had imagined, and he kisses you so tenderly that you think you finally understand what the books mean when they say a person swoons. Jim pulls away, grinning at the dazed look in your eye.

“Was that okay with you?” Jim asks.

“More than okay.” You kiss him again, cautiously. “We should have been doing this a lot sooner.”

@dark-mei-rose @michaellangdon @xavierplympton @blakescoven @hecohansen31

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beautyiswithinchaos · 4 years

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Quiet Company

*** disclaimer: all new work is here @chaos-is-beautifvl ***

a/n: this is my first time writing for Jim and i think it’s one of my favorite works now

summary: sometimes quiet company is the best company...

warnings: mentions of drug use & alcohol use, mentally and emotionally abusive parents, so much angst (sorry not sorry)

word count: approx. 4K

Tagging you guys: @matildaofoz @prophecy-is-inevitable @rocketgirl2410

Palos Verdes. A town filled with plastic people, fancy clubs, and a never-ending ocean. Well, it wasn't never-ending, but boy did it stretch on for miles. If you could choose, this was the last place you wanted to be. Everyone here was so stereotypical but in the not so good way.

The only place you ever got any peace, quiet from the rest of this godforsaken town - was the beach. You didn't like the way the sand clung to your clothes or managed to get in your shoes and bag, but after a while, it became routine. You would go about your day and end your nights sitting on the sand, listening to the crashing of the salty waves as they collided with the rocks.

Your routine was the same today. You woke up, restless from getting little to no sleep, but that wasn't anything new. Everything else had followed suit per usual, and you found yourself back in your car, driving out to the beach. Stars filled the night sky, some shining more brightly than others. That's how it always was, in the sky, in the world, and especially in Palos Verdes. There were some people here who managed to outshine others, and it wasn't in an unsettling way. No, they were the stars that weren't like everyone else, conforming to their own rules.

Now, you sat on the sand, still warm from the harsh rays of the sun earlier in the day. You breathed in the salty air, inhaling it as a smoker would do with the smoke that infiltrated their lungs. Something was calming about it. Maybe it was the fact that it never changed - even if everyone changed, yourself included, this never would. The crash of the waves, grainy feel of the sand, all of it, it would never change. Maybe that's why it was comforting.

Someone came clambering down the slope, a curse leaving their lips when they stumbled. You sighed, your peace interrupted too early. You didn't move, though, keeping your eyes on the water as they settled down onto the sand.

The flick of a lighter sounded, and soon after, the smell of smoke reached your nose, making your face scrunch. "You know, smoking can kill you, right?"

You weren't sure why you said anything. When other people had disrupted your peaceful time, you stayed quiet, grabbing your things and leaving. Those people were the stars that shined too brightly, in a way that made you lose trust in the world.

"Well," they started, voice sluggish, "lucky day fo' me, isn't it? It's marijuana, not a cigarette."

You resisted the urge to turn to the person, "Still could kill you." Your response was simple, not needed, and probably not wanted by the person sitting next to you, but all in all, simple.

"Yeah, well, probably be doing everybody a favor."

---

The next morning, there was something different. You could feel it, but you weren't sure what it was. Throughout the day, that feeling crept around the back of your mind, plaguing your thoughts.

That feeling stayed with you as you settled down on the sand, pulling your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. The waves didn't have your focus as you laid your head on your knees.

The person came down the slope again, but this time, they didn't stumble. Well, not exactly. You caught a glimpse of brown hair as they came and sat next to you. When you didn't hear them flick the flighter or smell the smell of the marijuana burning, you spoke, "No drugs today?"

"Hey, now. Marijuana is not a drug, it's-" The brunette paused when you snorted, a soft laugh leaving your mouth.

"What's so funny?"

You shook your head, "Nothing."

---

The next few days were the same - you would be on the sand, watching the waves under the night sky, and down would come the brunette, whose name you learned to be Jim. You would quip a witty remark, and he would respond. After that, it would be silent. Neither of you saying anything.

Tonight, however, was different. You got to the beach later than usual due to a shift of plans that left you in a sour mood. Jim was already there, a dazed look on his face. He turned to you as he clambered up, stumbling like the first night you met. "Y/N, you're here. I was-" he hiccuped, "I was waiting for you."

You hummed, walking over to him, a vacant look on your face. Jim tilted his head, eyes cloudy from the drugs you knew he took. "What's- you look sad? Are you sad?"

"I don't know," you replied, honestly. Visits with your father never really bode well, but this visit was one of the worst. The words he said hissed at you before your mother made you leave reverberated in your mind, bouncing off every wall as the waves did with the rocks.

A laugh shook you from your thoughts. You looked up to Jim, his head thrown back as he let out a hearty laugh. You waited for his laughter to die down before speaking, "I don't see what's so funny about what I said."

He looked at you, a cheeky grin on his face, "It's just... you never know how you feel. I ask, and you say 'I don't know.'"

You mulled over that thought, and you realized that Jim was right. You never knew how you felt. You just went about the motions of the day without ever asking yourself how you were doing. Turning back to the brunette across you, you saw he was looking up at the stars, "How are you doing?"

"I don't know either."

---

That night, when you got home, you thought about what Jim had said. As usual, you didn't get much sleep, but this time, it wasn't because of the visit. No, it was because thoughts of the brunette with eyes like the ocean, who was always either high, drunk, or both, filled your head.

The next day, you got to the beach earlier. You didn't visit your father or your mother. You couldn't, not after what transpired the day before. Hours had passed, and while you weren't sure why, you missed the company of Jim. It was an odd feeling as you had never exactly missed anyone before. Well, that was a lie. You had missed people before, exactly four people. But only those four, well, now it was five.

With a heavy sigh, you grabbed your bag, brushing the sand off your clothes. You went up the slope when a yell caught your attention. Flipping your head in the direction of the noise, you saw someone bounding towards you. It was Jim. You knew that floppy brown hair from anywhere.

He came to a stop in front of you, a smile on his face. "Hey." You tried to hide your frown when his words came out sluggish, but luck wasn't in your favor. Jim's smile faltered, his bottom lip jutting out, "You look sad again."

"I'm fine, Jim." You looked down, biting down your lip, "I missed you over there." He looked over to your usual spot, one you now shared with him. "Sorry," he giggled out, "my friends - they wanted me to hang with them."

"Do drugs, you mean?" You weren't sure why you said that, and you regretted it once a frown replaced his half-pout. "I'm sorry. That was rude - god, what is wrong with me?"

He didn't reply, not that you expected him to. For some selfish reason, you wanted him to leave, to get mad, to call you a bitch. You didn't like the way he made you feel, and no, it wasn't that feeling people get when they fall in love with someone. It was the feeling that you could trust him, that you wanted to trust him.

"Come here. I want to show you something." He turned and started walking away from you. You faltered, unsure if you should go with him.

Walk away now, Y/N, you thought as you held onto your bag. It's easier to walk away now.

Jim looked at you over his shoulder, "Come on, Y/N. Live a little." Begrudgingly, you followed after him, pushing back the pessimistic thoughts that you would regret this to the back of your mind.

"You surf?" Jim asked as both of you stared out into the ocean. Your mind was like the ocean, a chaotic mess - something beautiful because of how disordered it was.

"Nope, but I'm assuming you do." Surfing wasn't for you as Palos Verdes wasn't for you. You didn't think it was for Jim, either. He was one of the better stars, the ones that shined more brightly than others in the best way.

"Yeah. Medina and I surf all the time, well, when we can. It's nice, you know? Being able to lose yourself in the waves."

You didn't know who Medina was, and you didn't ask. All Jim needed to be was quiet company, nothing more, nothing less. It was better that way. He didn't know much about you, and you didn't know much about him.

---

Two nights later, you found yourself back at the beach with Jim. It was routine, and you felt like you couldn't go without it. You were afraid of that, always afraid to get close to someone. You were even more afraid of getting too close to Jim.

You met him by the shore this time, right where the dry sand and the water met. It was a fine line, and it seemed as though you were crossing it. You knew that getting so close to him wasn't right, but just like drugs gave him a high, he gave you one.

"We should get in," he said when you came up beside him. You shook your head, laughing. "No, Jim. We are not getting in."

"Why? It's just water. Come on," he grabbed onto your wrist gently, and your breath hitched. It had been a long time since someone, anyone, had held you so gently.

"No, I can't, Jim." He didn't seem to understand, only tilting his head, "Why? Why not?"

"I can't swim," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. For some reason, you felt defensive. Good, you thought, it's better to keep my walls up.

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" Jim asked incredulously as if you had said something completely atrocious. "What do you mean by 'here'?"

He shook his head, spinning around with his arms wide open, "Here. In P.V."

"It's complicated," you stated, wanting the conversation to be over and done with. Jim wasn't up for it as he kicked at the sand, "That's what everyone says. They say it's complicated. But it never is. They just don't want you to know them."

You sighed, running a hand over your face, frustratedly, "You don't need to know me, Jim. And I don't need to know you. It's easier that way."

---

You were drawing shapes in the sand with your index finger as Jim laid beside you, taking a long drag from his cigarette. The smell of smoke filled your lungs like the first night you met, blending in the taste of the salty air. It was a weird combination, but it was comforting, something you had grown accustomed to.

"Do you live with your parents?" Jim had asked you personal questions before, and you had shut him down every time. It's easier this way. That's what you told yourself every time you pushed him away. But Jim was like the ocean, drawing you in and drowning you. He wasn't drowning you in a bad way, though. You realized then that Jim was an addiction, something you knew you shouldn't have but craved anyway.

This time, you gave in. "No, I don't live with them. Do you?"

"My dad is married now to Ava. She was our real estate agent. She and dad fell in love and boom." He brought the cigarette to his lips, "New family."

"We both have crappy families, huh?" Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to let Jim in.

"My sister is the best. Her name's Medina. You would like her."

---

You and Jim grew closer. Some nights you would talk for hours on end about anything and everything. Other nights, you would just sit together, listening to the crash of the waves.

One night, when you wanted to be completely free, you asked Jim to teach you to swim. You were nervous, but you trusted him more than you probably should have. But you were in too deep, out too far in the ocean.

Jim wasn't just your quiet company anymore. He was your anchor, keeping you above the surface and away from the strong currents. One day, though, you would have to let him go. You didn't want that, but you knew it was coming. It's like when you're surfing, not that you had before, but that moment when you feel a big wave coming, and even though you think you're ready, you're never really prepared.

---

You sat in your car, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. You contemplated on whether or not you should get out. There were pros and cons to your decision - getting out had more cons, and staying in had more pros.

You decided on the former. Grabbing your bag from the passenger seat, you adjusted it on your shoulder, a sigh leaving your mouth as you walked into the building. When you reached the door, you sighed again and prepared yourself for whatever insults or accusations might come your way. Raising your hand to the wood, you hesitated. Did you really want to do this? Subject yourself to pain - time and time again. The truth was you didn't, but you still knocked on the door, awaiting a reply.

The door swung open, and you sent a gentle smile to the nurse. You swore that she was the only sane one in that room. Your mother and father were quietly talking, stopping when you approached. Taking a seat in the chair next to the bed, you took your bag off and set it on the floor.

"Hi, mom, dad." Your father grumbled, eyes boring into you with disinterest. This, much like you getting little to no sleep, wasn't anything new.

"What are you doing here so late?" Your father spoke, voice gruff and harsh as if scolding a child. You weren't a child, though. You had stopped being one a long time ago when the reality of the world came crashing down.

"I'm not too late. I had to work a little later than-" Your father's scoff stopped you from continuing. You looked down, briefly shutting your eyes, relishing this small moment of peace before his tyrant of hurtful words left his mouth.

"You don't have to lie, Y/N." It was your mother this time who spoke. You scoffed, turning your attention to her. She held your father's hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. When you were younger, you thought it was one of the most intimate things, but as you got older, you realized that she was consoling him when he had done something wrong.

"I'm not lying, mom. If it's really a problem, and you don't believe me, then you can call my boss." And this is what you despised most about your visits. Your mother would defend your father when he would say something cruel or mean.

"Probably sleeping with him," your father grumbled yet again as he lifted his strawberry Jello cup to his mouth. From the corner of your eye, you saw the nurse, Julia, taking a step forward. You shook your head slightly, and with a defeated look, she went back to tending to the room.

"I don't do that. I would never-"

Yet again, your father cut you off, and you kept the tears filling your eyes at bay. "And you wonder why I'm like this." He gestured around the room. "I'm in here because of you! You and all your ways!" You flinched when his voice rose.

"Stop..." You shook your head, fingers digging into the arms of the chair. Your father acting this way wasn't new, but the way he yelled made your stomach churn.

"Do you know he thought about hurting himself because of you?" Your mother spoke, projecting her own guilt onto you. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as you shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes. It was like the ocean, teetering over the edge of the jagged rocks without actually going over.

"I haven't done anything." Your voice was shaky, and you knew that at any moment, you would break. You were like a levee, too much pressure, too much pain, and it would give way. And you would be drowning in your pain, all alone.

"Why do you even come here?" Your mother asked, standing up, a stern glare set on her face. You tried to ignore the little smile on your father's face. Of course, he's fucking enjoying this, you thought as you tapped your fingers along your thigh in an attempt to calm yourself.

"If you're going to act this every time I come here, then I'll stop coming." You were tired - that was an understatement. You were exhausted and worn out. Your parents only cared about each other, always double-teaming you. It was never playful banter; it was harsh.

"Maybe that'd be better for everyone," Your father said, and that's when you shut down. The roar of your blood rushing in your ears reminded you of the ocean. It reminded you of the way the waves rolled over on each other.

They kept speaking, but you didn't say anything. Your parents threw insults and hurtful words your way, and all you could do was sit there and listen. At one point in time, it would have broken you, but now, you were numb.

You stood up quickly and grabbed your bag. You mumbled a quick 'bye' before rushing out of the room. Tears fell from your eyes and down your face as you threw open the driver's side door.

A broken sob left your mouth as you started the ignition and began driving. You didn't understand. What had you ever done wrong? The answer to that was nothing. You had nothing, but for some reason, your parents treated you as though you had.

No destination was on your mind as you drove. You just needed to get away, get away from your parents, away from the pain. It was sad, really, how your parents treated you. Instead of supporting you, they belittled you. Every time you thought things were getting better, they would turn around and prove you wrong.

You blinked away tears when you stopped the car. You were at the beach, but it was day time. You got out of the car and headed down to your regular spot, hoping no one was there.

Unknown to you, your nighttime friend was there, intoxicated by the drugs and alcohol he took. Everything in his vision was hazy, but you weren't. He was you clearly, tears in your eyes as you rushed down to your spot. Jim stood up and started walking after you when someone tugged on his jacket sleeve.

Rubbing his eyes, he turned to see Heather tugging him back to her, "Where are you going?" Jim shook his head, his vision not as clouded as before, "I gotta- I gotta go."

"Jim," Heather called, a pout on her face. "Stay."

Once again, Jim shook his head, shrugging her off of him and walking after you. He found you, your knees brought up to your chest as you watched the waves.

"Hi." You didn't turn but responded with a soft, "Hi, Jim."

He sat down next to you, closer than before, "What's wrong? You look sad." He always thought you looked sad. You didn't notice, but there was always a vacant look on your face along with a frown. It was as if though you couldn't be happy without unhappy thoughts filling your head.

You turned to him, tears in your eyes, "I'm tired, Jim. I'm so fucking tired." He stared at you for a moment before patting his thigh. You raised an eyebrow, and he patted it again, "Come 'ere."

You scooted closer to him and laid your head in his lap. It was comforting, not the waves, but the warmth radiating off of him. Even though the sun was out, you felt cold. It wasn't until then that you realized you were always cold, in constant need of having someone's touch.

"Jim?" He hummed, fingers ghosting over the side of your face. "Do you hate me?"

He looked down at you, wanting to meet your eyes, but your focus was on the tumbling waves. "I don't hate you. I don't think I could ever hate you." Jim mumbled the last part quietly, more so to himself than to you.

"Everyone hates me. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Maybe that's why everyone leaves."

"Hey..." he said softly, gently turning your head so that you were looking at him. In a way, you were still looking into an ocean because you felt yourself getting lost in his eyes.

"It's a selfish thing to ask, but would you leave me?"

He shook his head, "No, I wouldn't leave you, but you might leave me." You laughed, and he smiled down at you, "What's funny?"

"You."

"It's nice," he said, trailing his fingers along the side of your face, making your eyes flutter close. "Hmm, what is?"

"You talking. You don't talk much, always quiet, always sad."

"Parents suck." Jim laughed, and you swore it was one of the most calming sounds you had ever heard. "Yeah, they do. They're sort of hypocrites, you know?"

You nodded, reaching a hand up and pushing a lock of hair away from his face. You had never taken the time to look at him, but now, you didn't know why you hadn't before.

"You're good company. Did you know that, Jim?" You memorized every detail on his face, every little mole, the shape of his mouth. You knew that one day he would leave, just as everyone else had, and that's what scared you. Jim was the first person in a long time who made you feel safe.

"You're one of the good stars," you said sadly, closing your eyes and listening to the roar of the waves.

Jim didn't say anything, only continuing to trail his fingers along the side of your face. In his drunken and high haze, he didn't know what you were talking about, and it became quiet.

Just as before, like the first night you two met, it was quiet, a warm and comforting quiet. There were no words that needed to be said as the two of you basked in each other's presence.

When you opened your eyes, Jim wasn't looking at you anymore. His eyes were on the water. You turned your head and looked in the same direction.

You were sad. You knew this wouldn't last forever. The two of you being free from the rest of the world. You and Jim were those stars - the ones that outshone the others. Jim had a chance, a chance to get away. He needed to. This town didn't deserve him, and you didn't think you did either. He was too special, too good for someone as broken and screwed up as you to have.

So, for now, you would cherish these moments because one day, it would all end, and you'd be alone, drowning in the ocean of your pain.

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a/n: part 2? if so, i have ideas in mind

#my writing #Jim mason #Jim mason x reader #the tribes of palos verdes #Cody fern x reader #Cody fern #Jim mason imagines #Cody fern imagines #Michael Langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs #american horror story #xavier plympton #duncan shepherd

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