#jim mason fan fic

[starlightlangdon]

Off The Grid | 18+ to read

Wrote this for the lovely @justabrokenheartedangel , thank you for the idea for this! I hope this is close to what you were thinking of! I’ll probably do another soft Jimmy blurb soon but this is what I came up with for now 💙

Warnings: ( fem!reader, struggling with self care, isolating from others, insinuations of sex, mentions of toxic family dynamics, soft!Jimmy 🥹)

You hadn’t heard from Jim in two days, not since you last saw him at the beach. You thought things were going good between you but the longer you went without hearing from him, the less sure you felt about it. You didn’t want to pry at him if he didn’t want to talk but you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out a few times to check in.

He never responded. Medina was the one who finally reached out. You got a call from her saying that Jim hadn’t come out of his room all day and she wasn’t sure if he was eating. She could only get small responses from him and he would refuse to open his door.

It was around 5 pm when you got the call. Medina told you that Sandy had been out for most of the day shopping with Phil’s credit cards to buy furniture they didn’t need. You tried not to question it since you’ve seen Sandy’s downward spiral happening for awhile now. It worried you, especially with how you’ve seen it affecting Jim. He tries to hide how it bothers him but he isn’t as good of an actor as he believes he is. You always see when his baby blue eyes are lost in the darkness. Now it was your time to help him find the light again.

You knock on the Masons’ door. Sandy’s car is still gone from the driveway, which is a little bit of a relief since you’ll get to have some time alone with Jim. Sandy always finds a way to shoo you away if you visit him at home when she’s there.

Medina opens the door and you can immediately see the stress etched all over her face. It almost makes you frown but the fatigue in her eyes makes you glad you came. You give her a little smile, hoping to comfort her a little. She returns the smile, even if it’s a small one.

“Hey”, she sighs. “Thank you for coming. I didn’t know what else to do.” She notices the bag of donuts from his favorite place in town. Her smile turns into a little smirk. “You really do know my brother, don’t you?”

Everyone that knows Jim knows that he’s a sucker for these. When his dad moved the last of his things out of their house, you got him these and for a little while, you saw him smile. He said it was because of you being there but you knew the donuts had a big hand in that. You didn’t mind, whatever made him smile again became your favorite thing too.

You chuckle a little. “The way to a guys heart is good, right?”

She grins. “Right.” She opens the door for you to come in. “Come in. He’s.. he’s still in his room. I slid some food under the door awhile ago but I’m not sure if he ate it.” That makes your frown finally make an appearance. You nod.

“Okay…” You step inside and she closes the door behind you. “Hopefully he did…”, you sigh. The idea of him not eating all day makes your heart hurt. Usually him eating isn’t a problem with the weed he smokes pretty often, it made him hungry. You can’t help but wonder why he isn’t eating now.

Medina gives you some space and lets you talk to Jim on your own. She wasn’t sure if he would want to see her right now. You felt for her, it must be hard to see your twin struggling like this. You make your way to his door and place a few knocks on it.

“Medina, I’m fine!”

A little smile crosses your face. Even when he sounds so tired and stressed, hearing his voice is comforting for you. It feels like home.

“Jim?” Your voice is soft, almost hesitant in the way you talk. You hope he won’t be upset that you’re here. You can hear shuffling inside his room, then a few pauses of silence. Finally, you hear him speak again. He sounds a little closer to the door this time.

“Y/n?”

Your smile grows. Even though he can’t see you, you nod. “Hey.” You take a moment to figure out what to say. Nothing you could say sounds right but you have to try. You have to. “I brought Donuts from D Donuts.”

You can hear the hints of excitement in his voice now. “Really?”

Again, you nod. Your smile is becoming warmer and your heart feels a little less heavy now. “Yeah. Uh.. can I come in? If that’s okay?”

There’s a few moments of silence again before you hear his door unlock and the door opens. You see him standing there in a loose white shirt and grey sweatpants. Those grey sweatpants always did something to you. You push those thoughts aside though for now, this wasn’t the time for that.

You see the fatigue, the stress, all over his face and the way he’s carrying himself. It makes your heart hurt. Your smile is full of empathy as you look at him. You hold up the bag of donuts.

“I got all your favorites.”

His nervous baby blue eyes soften and he smiles slightly. “You’re the best” That makes your heart warm again.

You glance past him and see a sandwich on his desk. Untouched. He hasn’t eaten. You hope that maybe he had some secret stash of granola bars or something to keep him sustained today.

“Can I come in?”, you ask softly.

“Yeah” He nods, stepping back and allowing you to enter. You come in and close the door behind you. You try to avoid your gaze lingering too long on anything but him. You don’t want him to feel self conscious. His room is a mess. It’s not usually a mess since he doesn’t often spend much time in here. Whatever free time he has away from his mom goes toward Medina, surfing, and you.

You walk over to his bed and sit down, putting the bag of donuts beside you. He comes over to you, his steps slow and tired. You pretend to not notice it and give him a little smile. He sits beside you and sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you back, or call you.”

You immediately shake your head. “It’s okay. I.. I hope you don’t mind I’m here.” Your eyes search his for any clue of what’s going on. He smiles slightly, looking back at you.

“I never mind you being here…” Then his tone turns a little teasing. “And you brought food so it’s all good”

You laugh a little. You’re not even offended, you’re just happy to see him feeling good enough to tease you.

“Yep.” You pull out the box of six donuts, one of each of his favorites. His eyes widen as he looks them over. “I know the drill.”

He grins and opens the box. He takes a few moments to decide what he wants before going for an apple cinnamon donut. He takes a bite out of it and some of the apple flavored custard spills onto the corner of his mouth. You wait a moment to see if he notices but he’s too blissfully unaware as he enjoys the donut. You bite back a chuckle and gesture to your lips.

“You got something right here..”

His eyebrows furrow and he goes to wipe it off but he wipes the wrong side of his mouth. Finally a little giggle slips from your lips. “The other side, babe.”

“Oh!” That makes your laughter grow. He wipes the other side of his mouth, getting the custard off. But then some of the custard spills out from the donut again and lands on his grey sweatpants. You gulp, trying not to stare. Your lips part a little to speak but nothing comes out. He notices the look in your eye and chuckles, a little lost. He knows that look but he doesn’t know why it’s there.

“What? Is me eating donuts hot or something?”

You take a breath. “No. Uhm..” You glance down at his sweatpants again. “You.. you have some on your pants.”

This time his ‘oh!’ is calmer.. and you could’ve sworn that his voice sounded a little huskier. He glances down at the custard on his lap before looking back up at you. His gaze is daring, seductive even. His baby blue eyes are darkening for an entirely different reason now. “Whoops.” He says casually, shrugging.

He takes another bite of the donut and this time he lets another drop of custard fall onto his lap. Your thighs clench together a little as you try to ignore the pit of arousal forming at the thought of how you want to clean that off of him. You take a deep breath, which makes him smirk a little.

He starts taking his pants off, making your breathing slowly get heavier. You don’t know whether to be respectful and not stare, or to give into the voice in your head telling you to enjoy the view.

Jim breaks you out of your train of thought as he puts down the donut and pulls you into his lap. His lips meet yours and you eagerly return the kiss. He whispers against your lips, his voice undeniably huskier now. “Thank you for coming here.. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just… I feel like I can finally breathe.”

You frown, knowing what he means. “Cause your mom isn’t here?” He nods, planting a few kisses on your neck. To distract himself and maybe even to distract you. You lean your head back a little, giving him more access to your neck. Little moans start to spill from your lips. He lets out a satisfied hum.

“Oh I missed hearing that..”

“Mm..” You give his thighs a little squeeze, moaning softly. “I missed this too”

After an hour of pleasure for the both of you, you’re cuddled up together on his bed. Sandy texted Medina that she would be out with some of the women from the country club so she would be back late. That gave you and Jim the perfect amount of time to just enjoy each others company. Jim is feeling a little clingy after how good you made him feel and from missing you these last few days. You’re happy to give him all the cuddles he wants. He pulls a blanket over both of your heads so it’s just you and him in your own little world now. You giggle, giving him a few quick forehead kisses. He’s adorable like this.

He smiles warmly at the forehead kisses and snuggles up a little closer to you. He’s always warm. You wonder if it’s because of how much time he spends in the sun. You’re not really sure but you always appreciate his warmth, especially when it’s cooler outside like tonight.

“I love you, Y/n”, he mumbles into your chest. Your smile grows, your eyes crinkling at the corners a little from how content you really are. “I love you too, Jim. So much. Everything is going to be okay.”

The rest of the night is spent watching comfort movies, with the occasional episode of shitty reality TV to keep things interesting. Jim had a thing for one of the Kardashian’s but he would never tell you who. It amused you seeing him try to act like he wasn’t affected whenever you watched it.

“You know I have celebrity crushes too, right?”, you tease.

He looks up at you with a slight pout, huffing. “What? Like who?”

You pause for a moment, debating whether to tell him or not. You could brush it off like he always does with his celebrity crushes, but you decide not to this time. You smirk a little.

“Ever heard of Cody Fern?”

[austinstyles]

Two fanfics I have in drafts I just have been taking a break from to get inspiration again. Because at the moment I have writers block. And I hope to finish one of them or both soon but I can’t really promise when.

I might post one this month or it could be done by next month. Thanks for the patience. Also request are open and I hope you can understand why it can take some time. I get writer block and sometimes I just can’t figure out how I should write some of the stuff the way I want. Also sometimes I just start on different ideas for different fanfics.

Thanks for listening to my little rant.

I hope everyone has a great day and take care.

🙂👍🏻🌸🩷🖤

Grace

[taehyungsgrowl]

Dark!Jim and fuckboy!Nate double teaming. That’s it. That’s the ask.

You’re right. This is the ask that ruined me.

Maybe you’re friends with both of them and there’s always been just a little something between you and each of them. 

Of course, you know their habits and how they’re a couple of fuckboys to not actually be interested in dating either of them - but 😗 

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look at her (me) she wrote 2 blurbs in one weekend! who is SHE!!!!!!

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You’d been at the party for about an hour and you were already being pull from side to side by Jim and Nate. Jim kept pulling you close to dance, guiding your hips to the music as he pressed himself closer. But at the first chance he got, Nate would have you sitting on his lap, his large hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of your too short skirt. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention they gave you. They were both so confident and knew they would be a good time. It was just a matter of picking who you’d go home with that night. 

Of course, Jim and Nate were enjoying this little game as well. They tried to one-up each other every chance they got. Nothing fueled them more than competing with each other. They’ve played this game plenty of times. 

Jim caught Nate as he got another drink. Full smirk on his perfect face. He looked up at Nate, placing his hand on the taller man’s shoulder, “Might as well start looking for another girl to go home with tonight, Grayson. Or it’s gonna be you and your hand because Y/N and I are gonna be out of here soon,”

Nate shook his head laughing, shoving Jim’s hand off of him. “In your dreams, Mason.” They had an interesting relationship. They were friends. Best friends some might even say, but nothing could tear them away from the rivalry they’ve made with each other. All in good fun, they swore. 

Both men turned their heads as you walked past them to get a drink. You made sure to sway your hips from side to side to draw their attention. They might think they’re the ones in charge of their little game, but you held the cards and you knew it. 

Why did you have to settle on one for just the night? You could feel their eyes on you as you bent down for another drink. You tugged at your skirt, adjusting it when you straightened out and met their hungry eyes. 

“Jim... Nate...” a smile played on your lips as you sized them down. Your eyes lingered on the veins in Nate’s arms that were showcased by the sleeves of his shirt being rolled up. Your tongue poked out before taking a sip of your beverage. Maybe it was all the liquid courage you have had, but you grabbed on to both of their arms, glancing at each one. “Enjoying the party?” 

Nate glanced at Jim before putting his hand on your lower back, “Better now that you’re here to keep us company again.” You just about melted into his touch. Jim took note of that and took one step forward, you could almost feel his breath on your face, “Maybe we should make it a party of two?” he whispered into your ear, but clear enough that he knew Nate would be able to hear. 

“Mmm,” you shoved him back a little, “Tempting.” you giggled, looking back at Nate before locking eyes with Jim again, “I was thinking you boys would be okay with sharing,” you bit your lower lip, eyes shifting from Nate to Jim. 

Both of them looked at each other for a moment, “You serious?” Jim asked. 

“Why not?” you pressed on.

Nate shrugged, “I’m down. Jim?” 

Jim stared at Nate for a moment longer before finally nodding. “Yeah. Hell yeah. I’m down.” 

“Easy,” you laughed, patting his chest. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private?” you looked around the party. 

As discreetly as the three of you could you headed upstairs to an empty bedroom. They wasted no time. Before the door could even lock, they had their lips attached to your neck. One on either side, nibbling and sucking on it. They both knew they were leaving their marks on you - marking their territory even now. 

You moaned softly as the feeling of their lips on your neck made your panties pool. It was happening so fast and yet not fast enough. You wanted them both so bad. 

Jim was the first to pull his lips away, “Such a dirty little girl,” he shook his head, his hand snaking up your thigh. 

“You enjoy being shared like this princess?” Nate groaned as his bulge pressed into your thigh. 

“Of course she does,” Jim answered, his fingertips brushing over your panties. “Just feel how wet she is,”

Nate joined Jim’s hand under your skirt. His fingers went into your panties collecting your wetness, “Just dripping,” he mused. He brought his finger back up to his lips, sucking them clean. “So fucking good,” 

Jim continued to play with your pussy, making you buck up into his hand. Both men chuckled at how needy you were for them. 

“Can’t wait to have you on my cock,” Nate leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Gonna make you moan out my name.” he chuckled against your skin. 

“Please, need you both,” you grabbed their shirts in your fists trying your best to get them to take you to the bed. 

Nate led you both to bed, ridding his clothes in the process. He laid on top of the pile of pillows as he pulled you on top of him. Jim was swiftly behind you, kneeling on the bed. Jim started to pull your shift off while Nate’s fingers undid the buttons of your skirt. You could feel how hard he was through the thin material of your panties and you couldn't wait for them to be inside you. You leaned down to kiss Nate. Your ass pressed into Jim, slightly moving from side to side to tease him. He grabbed on to your hips and pressed into you, “I’m gonna fuck this tight little ass, baby.” he groaned and began to take off his pants. 

Nate helped position you over his cock after taking your panties off. You slowly sank down on his length, your ass in the air. Jim grabbed on to your hips, watching as you stretched around Nate. Once Nate was all the way inside you, he kept you still - he didn’t buck his hips forward, letting you adjust to his size before Jim joined in. 

Jim smacked your ass a couple times, making your pussy clench around Nate. “You look so pretty all spread open for us,” 

You looked over your shoulder to look at Jim - already on his knees with his cock in his hand. He got a bit closer and put that same hand around your neck, “Are you ready for me, baby?” 

You nodded your head around his hand. He brought his hand up to your mouth, “Spit,” he instructed for you to spit on his palm. He used your spit to cover his cock, getting himself as lubed up as he could. He leaned forward and spit on your lower back, watching it drip down to your ass hole. The sensation of his warm spit made your legs tremble. Nate grabbed on to your hips to keep you steady on his cock. 

Jim spread his legs around your thighs as he mounted you. He lined his tip along your hole, gently testing you with it. 

“Jim, please,” you begged. 

“Easy,” he retorted back at you like you had earlier that night. 

He slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you rock against Nate’s cock. 

“Fuck,” they both groaned in unison. 

Yout fingernails dug into Nate’s chest as Jim entered himself inside your tight hole. 

You began rocking back and forth on Nate, with his hands on your hips controlling your pace. The more you ground yourself down on his cock, the further you took Jim’s. 

The three of you were a mess of tangled limbs and ecstasy. Nate reached up and grabbed your neck, bringing you down to his lips, “One cock’s not enough for you is it, princess.” he mumbled against your mouth before kissing you deeply. 

“You know it’s not,” Jim answered. “She’s a perfect little slut. Made to be used like this. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Fuck,” you bit down on Nate’s lip. 

Jim slapped your ass as his cock slammed into you, “What was that?”

“Yes, it’s right. I’m your little slut,”

Your legs started to shake as you were on the verge of collapsing onto Nate's chest from overstimulation. 

Jim held you steady. You could feel his cock twitching inside you.

“Are you close, baby? Gonna cum for us?”

“Yes, god, I’m so close.” he panted. 

Nate reached up and took your nipple in his mouth biting and sucking on it as he cock slid in and out of you - rapidly in chase of his own orgasm. The three of you just moments away from euphoria. 

Nate was the first to finish - you felt his hot, sticky load burst inside of you. He remained inside your pussy, riding out his orgasm. Letting you rock back and forth on him. As soon as Jim could feel Nate’s cum dripping back towards him he followed suit - gripping your hair, he finished his load. 

You collapsed onto Nate’s chest when you came down from the high of it. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you and settled you in between him and Jim. You could feel both of their cum down your thighs. 

The room was filled with heavy breathing and soft sighs. After a moment of silence, Nate finally spoke up. “So,” he propped himself up on his elbow, looking over you and Jim, “should we get back to the party?” he laughed knowing you were both worn out. 

“Not a chance,” you pulled him back down on the bed. “Our private party is much more satisfying.”

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[hecohansen31]

#45 with Jim for the smut prompts

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I just wanted to say that I am sorry again for how much I am taking with all these prompts and asks, I just... studying hystory of art makes me happy, but is also a long process and a shit ton of images.

Still I’ll have something planned for quite a bit so I hope that I’ll be able to properly satisfy you and as always your support means the world to me!

I hope you’ll enjoy my babe Jim, almost as pretty as the ocean (ok Jimmy you are prettier!).

WARNINGS: Sexual Innuendos, Teasing, Beach and Swimsuits.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

You turned around to send Jim an annoyed look as he smirked, all pleased with himself for his funny comment.

You had been swimming the entire day in the ocean, Jim taking a day off from surfing to properly make you appreciate the cold water, since you weren’t used to it.

And the vastity of it made you a bit uneasy although you tried your best not to show it.

But Jim had quickly caught onto your misery, promptly trying to help you through it in the best way he could think of, which were bold jokes and gentle touches that caused quite the commotion in your body, making you blush as you gently dragged your body away from Jim, who smirked at your small attempt to leave him behind and with two swift strokes of his arms he was in front of you, blocking you.

“Trying to get away from me, babe”.

“More like trying to get away from an idiot” you retorted, but let Jim’s arms envelop you as he softly huffed in fake annoyance at your sarcastic retort, making sure that he was properly holding you before dipping you completely in the water with him, with no absolute warning for you.

You immediately spluttered water as you remerged, terrified by that experience, although you had to admit that in Jim’s arms, you felt the safest.

Although he could be a bit of an idiot sometimes.

You slowly retreated from the ocean to the beach, more to actually tease back the ‘big bully’ that your boyfriend was, than because you had had enough of the water, sitting onto the towel you had laid out for you both.

Your skin looked even lovelier as Jim looked at it, being hit by the full sun of lunch time, making his stomach grumble not only at the thought of eating a snack, after an exhausting day of sun and ocean, but also of you.

Even more when you looked like that, your swimsuit provocatively showing off your body in a way that quieted any insecurity you owned and that small smirk on your face…

… it made Jim wonder what your mouth would look under other circumstances.

He exited the water quickly moving to join you, as you adjusted yourself onto your side, to look more properly at him, something wicked appearing under your sunglasses, in your eyes.

“… and since I got you this wet, why don’t we make sure that you dry properly?” he uttered, as he rubbed lovingly circles onto your waist, slowly dragging them lower till his fingers slipped in your bikini bottom, effectively teasing your wet curls, and making you purr lightly on his nearing mouth.

“… well then you better get home for that” you muttered pushing him lightly, but taking him by surprise enough to get him off the towel, which you swept off his feet, effectively sending him tumbling down in the sand “… if you want to get some, don’t even think about doing it on the beach… sand gets everywhere…”.

And like that you were sprinting off for Jim’s house, him on your tail, a bit taken aback by your wicked ways, but none the less aroused as he adjusted his growing bulge in his boxers.

You weren’t so shy once you were off the waters.

And he couldn’t wait to find other ways to make you wet.

[chloelucia13]

World Alone Part 1

Pairing: Jim Mason x reader

Prompt: How long will it take for you to confess your love to the boy who needed and wanted you all along?

Warnings: ANGST, language, some fluff throughout, drug misuse, overdose, just a fucking mess

A/N: So I (obviously) watched The Tribes of Palos Verdes and all I can say is fuck everything about that movie because it hurt. So I’m making it hurt worse and also fixing it at the same time. Enjoy! 

“It’ll only be for a few months, promise,” you told Sandy, flashing her a sweet smile.

“It’d be a pleasure to have you stay here,” she replied, flashing you a smile in return. 

You gave her a big hug before running into the house and into Medina’s room. “I’m staying, bitch!” You hopped on the bed and wrapped your arms around her. 

“Really? She gave in?” Medina asked, her eyes wide for a moment before she hugged you back. You both let out a laugh.

“Oh come on, it’s not like she hates me.”

“She hates almost everyone.”

“So do I. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you and Jim.”

She smirked at you and you rolled your eyes. “Have you talked to him about it yet?”

“No, and I don’t think I ever will. And he’s head over heels in love with that Heather girl.”

Medina just hummed and you let out a huff. “Whatever you say, Y/N.” As if on cue, her phone began to ring. She winked at you before clicking answer. “What’s up, Jim?” You could hear his muffled voice through the phone and a smile involuntarily graced your face. “Alright, be there soon.” She looked over at you as she hung up and she grinned. “God, you’re such a dork.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You rolled off the bed and onto the floor with a soft thud. “What’d he say?”

“The beach is empty and he wanted to know if we wanted to come. Let’s go.”

“But I need to pack-”

“We can help you pack later. Your parents don’t even leave until tomorrow.”

You shook your head playfully and sat up. “Fine. But I’m not going in the water.” You grabbed one of the books off her shelf and tucked it under your arm.

“How are you gonna date a surfer when you won’t even go in the water?”

“Easy. I won’t.”

The ocean’s breeze gently whipped your hair in front of your face. You could taste the salty mist on your lips and a smile was etched on your face as you listened to your friends laughing and chatting. “Are you ever gonna get in the water?” Jim teased as he walked up to you, setting his surfboard down a few feet away before flopping down next to you.

“That’s like asking a snake to stop shedding it’s skin,” you hummed, bookmarking the page you were on before clapping the book shut.

“Is that a double meaning?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his shoulder. “Perv.” 

He just laughed and watched you as you tucked your book into the bag you brought along. “You love it,” he teased, wrapping an arm around you.

You squeaked and wormed out of his grasp, prompting a laugh from him. “You’re sopping wet!” 

“Oh come on, I just want a hug.”

“I’ll hug you when you’re dry and I’m not wearing my favorite dress.”

He just rolled his eyes and you stuck your tongue out at him. Medina laughed at the two of you and you playfully glared at her, pushing yourself to your feet and brushing the sand off of your skin. “What time do your parents leave?” she asked, looking at you through squinted eyes.

“Like five in the morning.”

Jim looked at you curiously. “What?”

“Did Medina not tell you?” He shook his head and furrowed his brows. “I’m gonna be staying with you guys for a few months. My parents have to go to Africa for field research and they’re leaving me here.”

“Really?” A big smile grew on his face and Medina subtly nudged your shoulder.

You nodded and smiled at him in return, ignoring her gesture. “I gotta go pack though. You guys go get changed and come meet me at my house?”

They both nodded and you Jim pushed himself up to his feet. “See you then.”

You chuckled and the three of you parted ways, Jim and Medina marching up the hill to their house while you walked along the beach until you reached the stairway that led up the hill. The safer way.

You got to your house in no time, immediately running into your room and shoving all of your clothes into the two suitcases you owned. You were teeming with excitement as you gathered everything you needed and organized it. “What’s the point of folding everything if you’re gonna tear through it anyway?” Jim hummed from behind you, leaning against the door frame.

“Well, unlike you, I like some sense of organization in my life,” you replied, chuckling softly before returning back to your task at hand. 

“You need to let loose every once in a while.”

You huffed and shook your head, listening to another pair of footsteps enter your room. “Medina, tell him that I don’t need to let loose.”

“Can’t exactly do that, Y/N/N,” she stated, walking over to you and sitting down on your bed.

“Oh come on. I let loose! I wear short shorts to bed and-and...”

“Exactly,” Jim piped in, sitting down next to Medina. “When’s the last time you even went to a party?”

You feigned thinking for a moment before grinning. “Never. Next question.”

“Do you own anything that could be loosely considered racy?”

You laughed and shook your head, lugging one of your suitcases onto the bed. “It’s just not who I am. If you ever see me wear anything like that, you should check me into a mental hospital.” You gently stacked your clothes into the suitcase and pursed your lips when you felt two pairs of eyes on you. “What?”

“Why?” Medina spoke up.

“Well for one, I would make everyone want to gouge their eyes out. Two, I would rather die.”

“So stubborn.”

“Always am, always will be.” You zipped up your suitcase and gathered the small amount of makeup you owned, tucking them into the front pocket. “Alright, all ready.” Without another word, you slung it over your shoulder and marched out of the room.

“This argument is not over,” Jim told you, trailing close behind you.

“Too bad.”

You sat on the carpeted floor, playing with the frayed ends of your jeans as you bobbed your head along to the music blasting in your ears. However, the serene moment was taken away when you heard a knock at your door. You paused your music and looked up, locking eyes with Jim. “I’m gonna go down to the beach,” he told you, running a hand through his hair. “You wanna come?”

You nodded and flashed him a sweet smile, pushing yourself to your feet and grabbing your sweater off of the bed. “Let’s go.”

You trailed behind him as the two of you made the trek down to the water, your eyes cast downwards to make sure you didn’t trip and fall. “You know, you could come swim while I surf,” he spoke up as your feet finally made contact with the sand.

You shook your head. “Too dangerous.” He sighed and you planted yourself down on the sand. “Go, have fun. Don’t worry about me.” You playfully shooed him away and slipped on your headphones, letting the music wash over you as you watched him.

Time moved quickly, and before you knew it, he hurried out of the water and onto the rocks. You smiled at his giddiness, but that smile immediately fell when you watched him kiss Heather who was clad in only a white bikini. Your fingers immediately flew to the hem of your sweater, tugging nervously. Medina stood above them and you contemplated going and talking to her, but that plan was immediately foiled as a boy stepped in front of her and started talking to her. 

Tears welled in your eyes and you quickly stumbled away, feeling utterly alone. You bit down hard on your lower lip and scaled the hill, brushing past Medina and the new boy on your way up. “Shit,” you heard her mutter behind you but you ignored her, your mind trained on not crying and not falling down the hill to a painful death. “Y/N, wait up.”

You stumbled into the house and hurried into your room, looking in your mirror. A few drops of blood spilled from the hole you chewed in your lip and you hurriedly wiped it away, watching as it left a pale red stain on your chin. “Fuck,” you choked out, furiously rubbing at your wet eyes. 

“Can I come in?” You nearly jumped at her voice, but you nodded. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N.”

“I feel like I’m turning into your mom.” You chuckled bitterly and sniffled. “Just slowly losing my mind, no one wanting me.”

“Don’t you dare think that-”

“Why?” You spun around and faced her, letting a few tears slip down your face. “I’m already becoming a hermit who wants to live in her comfy clothes and not talk to anybody.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m gonna have to change to have him look at me and not see a friend, a-a sister.”

She gripped your shoulders and you dropped your gaze to the ground, ashamed and broken. “Don’t you ever, in a million years, turn into someone like Heather. You’re better than she could ever be.”

You let out a soft sob and wrapped your arms around her, hugging her with all the strength you had left. “I-I’m gonna take a nap.” You gave her a weak smile and sat down on the bed, your entire body sagging as soon as you sat down. 

“You do that, Y/N. And just know you can talk to me whenever.”

You nodded. “Thank you, ‘Dina.”

You sat nestled up against the cushions of the couch, watching Jim and Sandy play go fish together. A small smile was settled on your face and you drummed your fingers against the arm rest. “Look, all dressed up for daddy,” Sandy voiced and you looked up to see Medina fidgeting nervously with her sweater.

“Jim are you ready to go?” Medina asked, ignoring her mother’s comment. An awkward silence hung in the air in place of an answer. “It’s just dinner.”

Sandy smirked and leaned over to Jim. “You think dad’s gonna bring his new son?”

Her remark made your stomach twist and you saw tears well in Medina’s eyes. “Dad really wants to see you.”

Jim nervously scratched the back of his neck. “Nah, I’m alright,” he replied, emotionless.

“I’ll come with, Medina,” you spoke up, pushing yourself off the the couch. “I don’t want you to go alone. Let me get changed, I’ll be ready in like 2 minutes.” She smiled gratefully at you and you squeezed her shoulder comfortingly before running into your room and throwing on a midi dress and a shawl. “Alright, let’s go.”

You watched as the waiter set a full fried fish down in front of Phil, your lip unconsciously turning up in disgust. Before you could say anything, however, you stared down at the salad you ordered, gulping slightly. “Did you know humans are the only animals that befriend their prey before eating them?” Phil’s stepson, Adrian, stated.

You let out a laugh and looked up, your laugh stopping immediately when you saw that everyone else was annoyed. “Oh god, here we go,” Phil’s wife, Ava, groaned. “We’re also the only species that flies airplanes and transplant hearts.” She reached over and squeezed Phil’s shoulder and you winced.

“Don’t think that was his point,” you muttered under your breath, taking a bite of salad immediately after.

Apparently not hearing your remark, Ava continued. “You know when you eat vegetables, you kill them.”

“I don’t think that’s correct,” he voiced.

“Adrian goes to Westridge. The brainbox school. He’s gonna study animal sciences in the fall if he aces his finals.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved another forkful of salad into your mouth. “So, Phil. Guessing there’s a lot of white people in this club?”

Ava let out one of the most annoying laughs you’ve ever heard, and you and Medina couldn’t hold in your laughs. You couldn’t tell if it was from Adrian’s retort or Ava’s repulsive laugh, so you assumed it was a mix of both. “What?” Phil asked, dumbfounded. “No! There’s Jerry, there’s the Wongs.”

“Okay, well-” Ava cut in. “-Medina, Y/N, what about you guys? What are you interested in?”

Medina thought for a moment. “Surfing. I really like surfing a lot.”

“That’s great!  I surfed once. I was pretty good but ten I got like four stitches on my chin.”

Suddenly, all the attention at the table turned to you. You straightened your back and wiped at your mouth with a napkin. “I-uh, I like to read. And I sing and play guitar sometimes,” you stated nervously. Before they could ask you anything else, you shoved yet another clump of salad into your mouth.

The rest of the night dragged on miserably, but finally, Phil pulled up in front of the house. “I’m-uh, gonna head inside,” you voiced. “Don’t wanna intrude on anything you need to talk about.”

“Thank you for coming to dinner, Y/N,” Phil spoke up as you clambered out of the car.

“Thanks for letting me come.” You offered him a small smile and a wave before retreating inside. 

As soon as you stepped inside, Jim pulled you into a hug. You blushed and hesitated for a moment before hugging him back. “How’d that go?” he whispered, pulling away to look at you.

“Well, if I can say one thing, it’s that they ain’t got nothing on you,” you hummed, beaming at him.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “You mean that?”

“Why wouldn’t I mean that? Honestly, no one’s got anything on you and Medina.”

Medina hurried inside and you stepped to the side to let Medina and Jim talk. Before you could slink away, however, Medina stopped you. “Talk?” she asked and you nodded.

“Let me get changed.” You retreated into your room and slipped on a long sleeved shirt and leggings before waiting out by the pool for them.

They met you outside not even five minutes later, Jim sitting down next to you and Medina sitting down next to Jim. He rolled his jeans up and dunked his feet into the water, a wave of sadness immediately washing over the three of you. “He didn’t even say goodbye,” Jim voiced, breaking the silence.

“He doesn’t leave for a week,” Medina responded. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before remembering hearing something about Paris before you went inside. “You should call him.”

You silently nodded in agreement and looked up at him, watching a tear slip down his cheek. “Really?” He stared straight ahead into the water and slowly shook his head. “I don’t know.” You just watched him, every small movement he made. “I keep trying to laugh with the boys... Everything I say sounds weird and wrong... Like someone’s talking through my mouth. Do you ever feel that way?”

You gulped and sniffled, fingers tugging at your shirt sleeves to let your body have something to do. “Yeah, sometimes I guess.”

You licked your lips. “That’s how I always feel,” you choked out, biting your lip.

“Can I ask you a question?” he whispered to Medina, his voice shaky and weak.

“Yeah,” she replied.

There was a beat of silence. “Do you love surfing?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean really love it.”

She thought for a moment. “Yeah, I do.”

He stared at her and you felt a tear slip down your cheek at his words. “I don’t.”

“Why shouldn’t you? You’re so good at it.”

He just stared ahead again, his face shifting to a completely blank slate. You reached up and hesitantly wiped a tear off his face. “I shouldn’t have hit dad that time... He hates me now.”

“No he doesn’t, Jim,” you spoke up, running your thumb along his cheek. He reached up and took your hand in his, his fingers tangling with yours. Medina rested her head on his shoulder and the three of you sat together for God knows how long, just holding each other together because if you didn’t, everything would crumble apart.

The bright light shining through your curtains woke you from your slumber, and you turned to the side to see that it was 11 a.m. “Jesus Christ,” you grumbled, pushing yourself out of bed. You trudged into the kitchen and furrowed your brows when you saw Jim standing at the island, dressed in his wet suit. “What are you doin’?” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Out to surf,” he replied blankly.

“Why?”

He sighed and pursed his lips. “I just...”

You shook your head and hopped up on the island. “Nope. Go change into comfy clothes. We’re relaxing today.” 

He arched an eyebrow at you and you smiled at him in return. “Come on, Y/N-”

“There’s no debate. You need a day off. No drinking, no drugs, no surfing, no boys. Got it?”

He sighed but smiled regardless. “Fine.”

“Good. Now get changed and come back soon. I’m making eggs.” He playfully trudged off, returning a few minutes later in a grey tee and black sweats. You smiled at him and he walked over to you, reaching over you and grabbing a handful of shredded cheese, pouring it into his mouth. “Such a child.”

He laughed and wrapped an arm around your waist, making your cheeks bloom a bright red. “How are you doing?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“I... I don’t know, honestly,” you whispered, scrambling the eggs in the pan.

“What do you mean?”

You sighed and rested your hand atop his for a moment before running a hand through your hair. “I just feel... Odd.” You shrugged. “But you’re with me, so I’m happy about that.”

“I’m happy, too.”

You scooped equal amounts of scrambled eggs onto three separate plates, along with a piece of toast and a glass of water. “You wanna watch a movie?”

He nodded and rested his chin on the top of your head, his fingers absentmindedly gripping gently to your shirt. “Who’s the third plate for?”

“Your mom.” You picked up the plate and the glass of water and reluctantly slipped out of his grasp to go into Sandy’s room. You gently nudged the door open with your foot before slipping inside and setting the food on her nightstand, slinking out of the room a moment later.

Jim had set both of your plates on the coffee table, one of which he already dug into. “Is she asleep?”

You nodded and sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you searched for a movie to watch. He looked down at you, a soft smile on his face as he watched you. “What do you want to watch?” you asked, breaking him out of his trance.

“Uh... Jaws?”

You chuckled and obliged, putting the movie on. “Ironic.”

Four movies and lots of snacks later, you and Jim laid on the couch in total hysterics, laughing like crazy people. “I told you!” you squealed, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“How are you that ticklish?” he laughed, grabbing your hands and pulling you up.

“How would I know?” You took a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair, trying to calm yourself down.

“You’re cute when you laugh.” It felt as if your heart skipped a beat at his words and you covered your face with your hands to hide the blush. Silence fell over the two of you and Jim bit down on his lip. “Y/N?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You, um-you have a guitar.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’ve never seen you play it.”

“Are you asking me to play you a song?”

He nodded and smiled at you. “I wanna hear it.”

You chuckled and got up, leading him into your room. “What song do you want to hear?”

He shrugged and you grabbed your guitar, sitting down on the ground. He sat down across from you and watched as your fingers plucked each string, delicately tuning it. “A forewarning, I’m not that good at singing.”

He rolled his eyes and stared at your face, immediately entranced. 

“That slow burn waits while it gets dark  Bruising the sun I feel grown up with you in your car I know it's dumb”

Every sound that came from you made the smile on his face grow wider and wider, his heart beginning to quickly beat.

“We both got a million bad habits to kick Not sleeping is one  We're biting our nails, you're biting my lip  I'm biting my tongue But people are talking, people are talking But people are talking, people are talking”

Your hair cascaded around your face as you slowly swayed along to the song, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Raise a glass, cause I'm not done saying it They all wanna get rough, get away with it Let 'em talk, cause we're dancing in this world alone World alone, we're alone”

Before you could get another word out, Jim cupped your cheek. Your eyes flew open and your voice caught in your throat. Your entire body froze. “Are you hungry?” you blurted out, immediately standing up and setting your guitar against the wall.

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at you, tilting his head slightly. “What?”

“I-um-I’m hungry. I’m gonna run to the store. I’ll be back in like 10 minutes. Do you want anything?” You nervously wrung your hands, avoiding eye contact with him.

“I-I’m good.”

You nodded and hurried out of the house and hopped on your bike, speeding down to the store. “God I’m so fucking stupid,” you muttered to yourself, parking your bike on the bike rack. You ran inside and grabbed a random assortment of snacks, your hands shaking.

You hopped in line and nervously chewed on your lip. “Y/N, hey!” A sickeningly familiar voice spoke in front of you.

You looked up and locked eyes with Heather. “Oh h-hey,” you choked out, your heart stopping.

God, you felt like the worst person ever. You literally almost made out with her boyfriend not even five minutes ago. “How’s Jim? I didn’t see him today and he didn’t answer any of my calls.”

“He’s um-he’s sick. I’m getting some food for him now.” You gestured to the bags of snacks you had in your arms. 

“Oh no! Maybe I’ll come over to see him-”

“No!” You cleared your throat and winced. “N-no, I wouldn’t. I don’t want you getting sick.”

She smiled softly and set her stuff down on the checkout counter. “That’s so sweet of you.” She handed the cashier her money and turned back to you as she grabbed her bag. “Say hi to him for me?”

“Definitely.” You both exchanged your goodbyes and you let out a sigh of relief when she finally left. 

You hurried out of the store not even a minute later, tossing the bags in the basket you had on the front of your bike before speeding home. You nearly threw your bike into the lawn before grabbing the bags and running inside. “Sorry I took so long, the line was ridiculous and they rearranged like the entire store-” You froze when you saw the note that was stuck to the kitchen cabinets. Tears immediately welled in your eyes and you collapsed to your knees, your hands shaking as you grabbed the phone and dialed Medina’s number, letting out a sob when she didn’t answer “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You scrambled to your feet and hopped back on your bike, pedaling like a mad man to get to the hospital.

You sprinted down the hall and nearly cried with relief when you saw Sandy talking with a doctor. “Is he in there?” you asked, your hands on your knees as you gasped for air. 

The doctor just nodded briefly and you pushed past them, nearly stumbling into his room. “Y/N?” you heard him mutter and you nodded, rushing over to his side and taking his hand in yours. 

“Y-yeah it’s me,” you whispered, tugging a chair over and sitting down next to him. “I’m so sorry I left, I-I should’ve stayed with you-”

“No.” You tilted your head confusedly. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. I-If I was there you wouldn’t have done anything. I would’ve been there.” Tears slipped down your cheeks and you looked down at the floor in shame.

“Y/N-”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Jim.” You sniffled and wiped your tears away with the back of your hand. Heather’s face popped into your head and your heart raced. You needed to tell him. Before you lose him. “I need to tell you something.”

You hesitantly looked up at him and your heart broke when you saw his eyes. “What is it?”

You sucked in a deep breath and gulped. “Jim, I love you. And not in the way that you love Medina. I-I’m in love with you. And I wish I didn’t, I wish I could love you the way you love me. Like a sibling. But I fucking can’t. I wish I could, but I can’t.” You sniffled and stared at his hand. “But you have someone, And no matter how much that hurts me, it makes you happy. She makes you happy. I just... I needed to tell you this in case I lose you.”

The door swung open before he could say anything. You squeezed his hand once before stepping away, giving Medina some time to talk to him. You offered her a sad smile before slipping out of the room.

The hallways felt empty and cold, twisting and turning like a maze that you almost got lost in as you tried to find the vending machine. A sigh of relief slipped from your mouth as you finally found the dusty black machine, scanning the window to figure out what you wanted. With shaky hands, you deposited $2 and chose a snickers bar and a bag of m&ms. 

You rushed back to his room with a racing heart. “Fuck, I just fucked him up more,” you whispered to yourself, smacking the side of your head with your hand. “I’m so stupid.”

The moment you heard Phil’s voice your breath caught in your throat. You stood in the doorway and watched the scene unfold, contemplating whether you should step in or not. “Besides I don’t think your mother would be too thrilled,” he joked and you clenched your jaw. “How’s it going over there? Is she doing okay?”

“Sure,” Jim choked out.

“You would not believe the bills I’ve gotten. Does she ever turn the lights off? Hope she’s not off her meds.”

“She’s not crazy, dad, she’s just sad.”

“Yeah, I know.”

That was it for you. “Alright, get the fuck out,” you hissed, tears welling in your eyes.

Phil spun around and looked at you with wide eyes. “Excuse me?”

“I said get the fuck out. You’re talking to him about his mom who is fucking broken because of you and-and he just fucking overdosed! Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

“Y/N-”

“If you don’t get out I’m gonna drag you out. I don’t care if I get arrested. You’re obviously making him upset but you don’t give a shit! You’ve broken his heart multiple times and you’re making his life a living hell.”

“How dare you speak to me-”

“Phil, I swear to fucking god. Leave.”

You glared daggers at him as he retreated, Medina in tow. Once they were out, you rushed over to Jim and crouched in front of him. “Thank you,” he choked out, a tear sliding down his face.

“I was getting tired of him. No need to thank me for something that needed to be done.” You wiped away the tears on his face and offered him a sweet smile. “I got you a snickers.”

“You’re the best.”

You chuckled and shook your head, handing him the candy. “I heard the doctors saying that they’ll need to keep you overnight, but you can go home tomorrow.”

“Are you gonna stay with me?”

“Of course I am. What kind of a question is that?”

He nodded softly and took a bite of the candy, a smile spreading across his face. “Y/N?”

“Yup?”

“I... I love you too. A-and not in a sibling way. I-”

“Jim,” you whispered, your fingers carding through his hair. “Don’t worry about that now. Think about it for a little bit. I don’t want you making a decision you’ll regret later.”

He sighed but nodded, knowing that you wouldn’t listen no matter how much he argued with you.

But he meant every word.

You took in a deep breath when you pulled up to the house and saw Heather’s car waiting out front. She hopped out of the car and walked over to Jim immediately, clad in a low cut sweater and shorts. She awkwardly waved at everybody and you pushed back the tears you felt welling in your eyes. ‘Never gonna be like her,’ you thought to yourself, waiting for Medina and Sandy to go inside before you began to grab the mail.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m here. I hope it’s not weird, I just didn’t hear from you last night and we were supposed to go out. I was so worried.”

You sighed softly. Apparently the torturous conversation you had with her yesterday didn’t stick in her head. You clutched the mail tightly in your hands. “No, no it’s-” Jim began before getting cut off by her lips pressing against his.

You gulped and stomped inside, not able to stomach another second of the scene in front of you. “Medina?” you voiced as soon as your got in the house.

“Yeah?” she responded, popping her head out of her room.

“I need you to come shopping with me.”

She furrowed her brows and tilted her head. “You’ve never wanted to go shopping in your entire life, what’s new?”

You glanced over at the front door and she understood. “I need it. I know you don’t think I should be like her but... I need to do something.”

She just sighed and grabbed the keys off the counter, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the car. On the way over, you brushed past Jim. No matter how much you wanted to stare into his eyes and just get lost, you couldn’t will yourself to.

You clutched the fabric of the dress in your hands which were shaking horribly. “Maybe I shouldn’t-” you began before Medina cut you off.

“No, you’re not gonna wimp out now,” she exclaimed and you sighed. 

You examined your curled hair and red lips in the mirror, fear flooding your body. “What if he’s just... Disgusted by me.”

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. Don’t you ever think that.”

With a final gulp and a nod, you stripped out of your sweatpants and tee and into the gorgeous black velvet dress you bought, slipping on a pair of flats afterward. “...So?” you asked, turning around to face her.

She smiled excitedly and grabbed your hands. “You look like the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

Tears welled in your eyes and you smiled wide. Before you could say anything, however, Medina’s computer went off. “Guess that’s my cue.”

She chuckled and pulled you into a tight hug. “You are the most amazing person ever. Don’t ever change.”

You nodded and give her one last quick squeeze before slinking off down the hallway, stopping in front of Sandy’s door for a moment. “We’re not gonna get married. I don’t even like her that much,” you heard Jim say and you couldn’t help but gasp quietly. You had no clue if he was talking about you or Heather, and you considered turning back and changing into your comfy clothes, but you persuaded yourself out of it. 

You hurried into the kitchen and scribbled the words ‘come to the pool’ on a post-it before hastily sticking it to his door. You then stepped outside and over to the pool, sitting down on one of the new pool chairs Sandy ordered.

A few minutes later, you heard the glass door slide open followed by the sound of quiet footsteps. Jim peeked his head out the side of the house, his eyes widening slightly when he saw you. “Y/N?” he voiced, stepping over to you.

You pushed yourself to your feet and smiled nervously, fiddling with the hem of the dress. “Hi,” you hummed awkwardly.

“Wh-what are you doing? What are you wearing?”

Immediately the smile fell from your face. “Oh god, I knew this would happen. You-you hate it, don’t you.” You wiped your sweaty hands on the front of the dress and sucked in a deep breath, tears welling in your eyes. “You know what, just-just forget this ever happened. I’ll just go get chang-”

“Y/N.” You stopped and looked up at him. “I love it. You look... You look gorgeous.”

You smiled softly. “Really?”

“Yes! Why didn’t you dress like this sooner?”

You shrugged shyly and he wrapped an arm around your waist. “I thought about it.” You tilted your head in confusion and he continued. “I love you. I really do. And-and I’m not high or drunk or crazy. I’m telling the truth.” He reached his free hand up to cup your face. “I love you.”

Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips to yours. All of the breath left your lungs and you kissed him back fervently, your fingers moving to tangle in his hair. You pulled away a moment later to catch your breath, staring into his eyes as you gasped for air. “Oh my god,” you whispered, a light laugh slipping from your lips. “That’s what I’ve been missing for the past 17 years?”

He laughed and slowly inched his arm lower until it hooked under your thigh, prompting you to wrap a leg around his waist. “Now, as much as I love that dress on you, I’d love to see what’s underneath even more.”

You smirked but sighed. “But... What if your mom catches us?” You gulped softly and looked down. “I feel like...”

He slid a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to lock eyes with him. “She won’t catch us if we’re quiet.” His lips brushed against yours for a moment. “Now, what do you feel like?”

“I feel like a shitty person.”

“Why?”

“Be-Because you’re still with Heather. I feel like I’m just some... mistress. Some fling before you go back to her.”

“Y/N, that’s ridiculous. Why would you think that?”

“Because I can’t help but think of the worst possible thing to happen. I’m a cynic, Jim. I...” You sniffled and reluctantly pulled away from him. “I’m not what you want.”

“Jesus Christ.” He shook his head and turned on his heel, running his hands through his hair with a frustrated grunt. “Are you really this stubborn and oblivious?”

“What?” He just shook his head and stomped off, leaving you all alone. Tears welled in your eyes and you covered your mouth to muffle a sob. “Fuck!”

You slammed your hand against the wall and let out a strangled scream, tears spilling down your face. You glanced over at the pool and chewed on your lower lip. Hesitantly, you slipped off your shoes before trudging over to the stairs of the pool, your heart racing in your chest.

“I’ll sink or swim,” you whispered to yourself, lowering yourself down onto the first step. “Fuck it. Fuck all of it.” You held your breath and jumped in fully, pushing yourself off of the step and through the water. Your eyes stung and after only a few moments, you had to resurface to catch your breath. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Medina shouted, running over to the water.

“Testing the odds.” Your teeth began to chatter slightly due to the chilly air.

“Are you ridiculous? You’re terrified of water! You-You...” She examined your face and took note of the smeared lipstick. “So something did happen.”

“Something did happen, yes. But then I fucked it up like I always do. So now I’m trying to see how hard it is to drown myself.” You smiled sarcastically and peeled your dress off, throwing it onto the concrete. “Fuck everything. Fuck my life. Fuck me.” You chuckled and shook your head, tears beginning to stream down your face once again. “Fuck me! Fuck! Me!”

She squatted down and picked up your dress, draping it over a chair to let it dry. “Are you okay?”

“No I’m not fucking okay! I fuck up anything that could be remotely good in my life and I am tired of suffering! I’m tired of all these fucking consequences!” You wiped at your eyes and sniffled, staring at your bra and panties through the water. “I’m so tired, ‘dina.”

“I know, Y/N.”

“I’m a fuck-up.”

She sighed softly and offered you a weak smile. “We all are. That’s why we’re best friends.”

You chuckled softly and dunked your head back under the water, trying to wash away the remaining smeared makeup. You popped back up and immediately your body became paralyzed, realization dawning on you finally. “Medina.”

“Yeah?”

“I...I need help getting out before I die of a mix of hypothermia and extreme anxiety.”

She immediately sprung to her feet and led you over to the stairs, taking your hand as you slowly exited the water, falling on your butt onto the dry concrete immediately. “Better?”

You just nodded and gulped, pulling your knees to your chest. “I love you, Medina.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Even during your mental breakdowns.”

[shenevertricks1831]

do you take requests? or write for david madson or jim mason? ♥️

Yes! I will 100% take requests for them! I've only seen Versace once, so I'm rewatching it, but once I'm done with it again I will definitely write for David! I will take requests for him in advance though 😊

[warriormech]

A few amused thoughts on Downton Abbey: A new Era

Small spoilers below. Not detailed, just tidbits.

The funniest installment yet, by far. Zingers and one liners abound; I've cackled a lot. Especially Maggie Smith.

Not only do we get Jim Carter and Imelda Staunton in few scenes, one involves a shopkeep accidentally calling Maude 'his wife' 🤣

Carson and Mary hugs ☺️

The Carsons reading in bed. Old boobies. Plus the Parkers, Baxley and Mrs Patmore/Mr Mason. My heart!

Mary helping Elsie literally get rid of her husband. Founnd Mary to have finally matured.

Elsie and Thomas (and later, Mary) having one of the most open, and best, conversations about his sexuality.

Emotion bursting out of Robert like the thing in 'Alien'

The last scenes (if you know, you know)... can we talk about how they had the ENTIRE cast for those shots?! I want the behind the scenes for that!

Chelsie shippers: we now know the old Butlers name! Please adjust fan fics accordingly.

Matthew and Sybil are definitely not forgotten ❤

I felt like there was a hefty bit of fan service here. Or somebody who reads fan fic slipped JF some notes. All our downstairs crew are paired up.

Honestly Kevin Doyle is a gem. And Molesley has a wild imagination.

Enjoyed it more than the first movie, but they are quite different movies. 8/10

[starlightlangdon]

Jim’s girl | 18+ to read

( Warnings: spanking, spit kink, dom!Jim, dark!jim?, exhibitionism, fem!reader)

You should have known not to go out on the beach so late at night. It was 2 am when you decided to go for a stroll by the water. You lived in one of the many beach houses by the Palos Verdes beach. Every night past midnight, the beach looked like a ghost town. Tourists would leave and the bay boys would shortly follow until morning. It was like clockwork every night. Each night you would watch, hoping to gather the courage to go out there and see the beach at night.

Tonight you finally did.

Now that’s left you in the arms ( and the mercy ) of Jim Mason. You and Jim have had a few casual hookups in the past. Whenever it got too serious, one of you would pull away for awhile until you eventually ran into each other again. And since PV was a small area, it didn’t take long for that to happen.

Jim was out for a walk to clear his head. Him and Medina got into a fight and he just wanted some space to calm down. He needed it, actually.

So here you are, simultaneously questioning your life choices and moaning into the night air. He has you on a towel, his towel, on your knees. Your body is still covered by your shirt but that’s the only thing covering you. Your pants came off awhile ago and you’ve lost your panties as far as you can tell. ( Jim pocketed them when you weren’t looking.)

He seems to know how quiet the beach is at night too because he doesn’t seem afraid at all of getting caught. It doesn’t even seem to have crossed his mind. He leans over you, pressing kiss after kiss to your shoulders. Then, SLAP. His palm meets your ass cheek in a quick, sudden slap. It doesn’t necessarily hurt but it’s enough to make your body jump. He bites down on your shoulder and spanks you again. “What did I say about moving..?”, he mumbles against your skin.

Breathless, you sigh. “I wasn’t expecting you to spank me, Jim.” You weren’t angry about it but it took you by surprise. He purrs at your back talk. The more reasons you give him to spank you, the more he enjoys this. He pulls your head back by your hair, his other hand moving to pinch your cheeks together so your lips will part. “Open” He orders.

Your face grows a little more red than it already was. You know how much he loved spitting in your mouth whenever he got the chance to. And he knows how much you like it too, even if you never admit it out loud. You pretend to hesitate for a moment before giving into his pressure on your cheeks and opening your mouth.

“Good girl” He leans down almost like he’s going to reward you with a kiss. Instead, he spits into your mouth. A little muffled moan leaves your mouth at the sensation. You struggle to keep eye contact with him but he presses a little more pressure onto your cheeks until you look at him. Once you do, he smiles at your compliance. He leans down a little more into his lips graze the shell of your ear and he whispers,

“Swallow it”

Your cheeks are starting to burn at this point. Looking into his hypnotizing blue eyes, you swallow his spit. His eyes darken with lust and his smile grows. Finally, he rewards you with that kiss.

“There’s my girl…”

He gives you one last spank before he places his left hand on your lower back. His right hand goes to your core that is already dripping for him. He smirks at the feeling. “What a needy little thing, you are…” He starts circling his fingertip around your entrance, making your hips instinctively buck for him. He hums, pleased. “Mm… I’ve missed this.” His finger slowly enters you, making you choke on a moan as you gasp. You’re already clenching around him and you’re sure he can feel it but you’re positive he can when you hear him chuckle.

“So eager… you’ve been so denied of what you need, haven’t you?..”

That reminds you of something and you smirk a little at the idea of telling him what’s on your mind. You know it would piss him off and it might not be the smartest idea to tell him right now, but if you were smart you wouldn’t be letting Jim Mason finger you on a public beach.

You moan out the words, feigning ignorance to how you know he will react. You speak as if you’re simply informing him that he’s wrong, that you’ve been fine without him. Which is a lie.

“I- I’ve actually been okay…” You can already feel his touch getting a little rougher with you as he fingers you. He’s going slow, for now. “Aidan’s actually kept me company lately… we went bowling last week.” A little growl leaves his lips. “Those weren’t the only balls I saw that night.” It’s a terrible joke but it’s enough to set him off.

He hates Aidan and you know that all too well. You were there the day Jim waited outside where Aidan worked at the time and he would’ve nearly punched him out if it wasn’t for Medinas intervention. Aidan’s mom is who broke Jim’s family up. Well, it might have been broken long before Ava came into the picture but his dad’s affair with her was the last straw for Jims mom. You knew it was a little cruel to bring Aidan up, but you could apologize for it later. After he makes you cum a few times.

“What?” His hand leaves your back and it flies to your hair, tugging on it again. “What did you just say? You better not be talking about who I think you’re talking about, Y/n, or I swear I will make your ass burn.”

That sends a shiver down your spine. It made you nervous but at the same time, you couldn’t ignore that rush of arousal going straight to your core.

It was too late to go back now.

“Aidan… yeah. It’s funny” You giggle a little, feigning innocence when you both know you’re the farthest thing from innocent right now. “I saw his dad. Oops, your dad, as I was leaving his house and I remember thinking.. ‘I should give Jim a call’.” His grip on your hair tightens and you can practically feel the glare he’s giving the back of your head. You pause before continuing. “And do you know what I did?”

His voice is quiet with barely controlled anger as he manages to speak. “What?”

You smirk a little, your voice a little strained from arousal now.

“I went back and had sex with Aidan again.”

That does it for Jim. In one swift motion he removes his finger from inside you and flips you over onto your back. You gasp loudly, watching him with wide eyes as he climbs on top of you. He pins your wrists above your head and leans over you, darkly whispering inches from your face, “You’re going to regret ever knowing Aidan.”

[taehyungsgrowl]

thinking abt that ask u once got abt outpost! michael finding out he's interviewing a little kid and. i'm not w e l l. my heart is swelling just from imagining the scene,,, ma'am, no pressure, but if u would be so kind as to give us even a short blurb abt it 🥺❤

hey 🥺 

i loved that concept too omg ty @ anon who had originally sent the ask!

i just used the name Noah for the little boy bc i looked up “boy names” and it was #2 (plus i like the biblical theme) so yeehaw

tw: this is a little angsty @ times. talks about the child having a bit of an unstable and rocky childhood that makes michael 🥺

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Michael didn’t really care to know how the people in his outpost got there. He could assume were people who bought their way in - the wealthy that made generous contributions to The Cooperative. 

He waited behind the mahogany desk in his dim-lit office, waiting for the residents to trickle in for his interviews. He had to admit, this was the most entertainment he has had since the bombs struck. 

Messing with the likes of Coco St. Pierre or her stylist fueled him. Making them believe that they actually had a shot of salvation - making them believe they were special? He could laugh. 

He opened the file for the next resident. 

Odd... he thought. Normally the Cooperative did an excellent job of providing him with as many details on the lives of the residents, but this file was different. 

There was no photo attached, no age or description. Just a name stamped in red ink like the others. The inside of his file had the name of an elementary school along with various families and addresses. At the very bottom of the page, the department of social services was listed. 

It was common for the files to have information on the residents' childhoods, but this file had nothing beyond his younger years. No parents listed. No information on how he was admitted. Nothing he could use. 

This kept Michael intrigued. Who was this mystery man?

He heard the door timidly open. Michael didn’t look up from his paperwork - feigning to be uninterested. 

The door shut and he heard small footsteps approach. Was it a Grey that had mistaken her interview time? Michael looked up to reprimand her, but the words caught in his throat.

This was no Grey. And certainly not a man.

But a child. He couldn't have been older than ten. The clothes Venable had put on him were far too large for his small frame. He had ashy brown curls that framed his chubby cheeks and sad green eyes. 

He stood near Michael’s desk, looking down at the ground. 

“Are you Noah?” Michael was surprised at how soft his voice came out. 

“Yes, sir.” the child kept his eyes down. His heart was racing. He was scared. 

As much as he hated the Outpost, this was the first time in his life he’d been able to stay in one place for longer than a few months. Before the dropping of the bombs, he had bounced around from foster home to foster home - a permanent ward of the state. 

The cubes were gross, but there were constant. The other residents and greys kept an eye out for him. Gallant would trim his hair every few weeks and Mallory would do her best to pin his clothes with what little she could find. 

Secretly, Venable’s right hand, Mead, would even check on the boy before bedtime. He strangely reminded her of a familiar feeling she wished she could remember. 

It had taken the end of the world for this boy to in some twisted fate, find a family of sorts. 

He’d heard the whispers about Langdon’s visit. He worried Langdon would toss him out much like other fosters had. 

Michael cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. 

A child?

“Take a seat.” the boy did, letting his feet dangle off the chair. “How old are you?” 

“I’m eight, but we don’t have birthdays here.” he looked up at Michael for the first time. 

Michael grimaced. His heart felt like it was being grasped in a tight fist, almost making it hard to breathe. There was a knot in his throat that he pushed through. He’d just met Noah, but he saw so much of himself in the young boy. 

Scared and with nothing but a sliver of a family - if either of them could even call what they had that. 

“I never had much of a birthday either,” Michael answered out loud without meaning too. He saw the boys face drop. 

“Are you gonna hurt me?” he tugged at his too large sleeves, a tear forming in his eyes. 

Michael shook his head no, slowly getting up from his chair. He kneeled in front of Noah, getting eye level to make him more comfortable. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he reassured him, patting his knee. 

“Do you know how you got here?” Michael’s mind flashed with the boys' memories - his mom not being able to care for him leading to years of toxic and unstable relationships for him. 

“I don’t wanna get in trouble,” he whispered. 

“No one will get you in trouble,” Michael promised. “Not as long as I’m here.”

“I ran away,” he looked at Michael, “I only remember being in a cage next to Emily and Timmy,” he sniffled. 

Michael nodded. 

“What is something that you want, Noah?” Michael stood back up.

He shrugged, his gaze back on the floor, “I don’t know,”

“Are you scared of me?” 

Noah took one long look at Michael, really thinking before he answered. 

“No, sir.” the boy shook his head. 

Michael ruffled the boy's hair a little. “I’d like for us to be friends, Noah. Would you like that?”

He hesitated, unsure if Michael meant it. Michael walked to his suitcase and opened up the zipper. He dug through it silently until he found what he was looking for. 

He pulled out a brown horse toy. One from his childhood room. He was never able to fully part with bits of his childhood. 

“This is for you.” he handed him the toy, watching his face light up. 

“Ms. Venable said there were no more toys!” 

Michael chuckled, “Well, there aren’t a lot, but this one right here? It’s special and I want you to take care of it. Can you do that?”

“Yes!” he beamed. 

“Good,” Michael sighed. He glanced at the clock. “It’s late. You should go to bed. But I’ll visit with you tomorrow, alright?”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.”

Michael scrunched his nose at the name and sent him off to bed. 

The look on the boy’s face when he walked in reminded Michael of his interview with a detective many years ago. It made his stomach turn. 

The apocalypse was about new beginnings after all. Why couldn't he start by giving this young boy a fresh one? 

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its been a lil bit since i’ve written something + i decided to try something that isn't really michael x reader so i wanted to tag a few blogs that might be interested in this 🥺👉👈

lmk what you think or if you’d like to expand on Michael and Noah concepts.

@xavierplympton @lvngdvns @langdonswhoreprobably @desertsunflower00 @sadhoecentral @getdevils @moonanonwriting @rpwithjayn @chloewinchester13 @shyvirgoanon @littledemondani @little-grunge-flowerz @ritualmichael @wroteclassicaly @shenevertricks1831 @duncansshephard @midnightontheearth @leatherduncan @xavierplym

[hecohansen31]

hi can you do a request of jim with some spitting and degrading!? xoxoxox

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So I hope this doesn’t suck, since it is a bit short and “degrading”/”spitting” aren’t something I am used to write, but it was a fun way to try them out with my sweet sweet boy, over here!

Still I hope that you won’t hate me for the shortness of it, I just didn’t want to destroy it past this, because I don’t know how much dom! Jim I can handle, he is just my sweet boy!

But if you have any complain about it, let me know and I’ll try to work on something better and also sorry for taking so much time!

Also since this is pro! biker Jim, here are some lovelies that might enjoy it: @emmyrosee​ @blakewaterxx​ @rosegoldrichie​ @sojournmichael​

WARNINGS: Dom-Sub, Mention of an Almost Death-Situation, Degradation, Spitting, Mention of Sex and Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Angry! Jim.

It had been your fault if the engine had exploded.

You should have done the proper controls before you started working on it, but you hadn’t wanted wait a second longer with the expensive and vintage engine, on which you had been lusting to work since the moment you had been notified it would come that day.

But what you hadn’t expected was that because of some problem with the transport the engine was unstable and although the explosion had been rather contained, meaning it “solely” set on fire anything that was flammable in your garage, where you worked your own things, and even some of your skin.

You had been lucky according to the doctor at the hospital.

There was no permanent damage, although he had had to wrap up your left arm and suggested to be pretty careful with it to avoid any infection, but you would be able to work onto more engines, soon.

‘With much more attention!’ he suggested, making you smirk.

Who didn’t smirk was Jim, who had come rushing from the set of some commercial he was making, meanwhile the racing season was on vacation, since his sponsors had suggested he also started to be more active on the commercial side of races.

It was rather obvious he had been worried: you could only think what he had been told ‘your girlfriend has just got an explosion in her garage, and if you want to take a good look you’ll see that the entire thing had fucking caught fire and we had to rush your partner to the hospital’.

The situation didn’t seem lighthearted surely and you understood his worry, but what you didn’t expect was his rage, which you felt flooding through his body as he helped you out of the hospital, after the doctor discharged you, giving some medicine to sanitize the wound.

And as you rushed to the car, you tried to make some kind of small talk with him, mostly to ask how the commercial had gone and how it had felt to do it, but Jim’s answers where monosyllabic and you knew that deep down he was pissed and he was sparing you the entity of it, just because you were hurt and shocked.

But you know that he was more likely a time-bomb and, although you tried to keep calm and the situation light so he wouldn’t explode or implode, Jimmy barely talked to you and you thought the best decision was to let him boil off the anger, meanwhile you relaxed, tiredness about the entire day rushing through you.

You woke up the following morning and found out Jim hadn’t joined you in bed, last night, something that honestly startled you a bit, alongside making you feel cold in your bed, all alone and wondering what you could do to ease a bit of Jimmy’s explosive anger.

Fights weren’t common between you two, although you would both tease you endlessly, but whenever they happened they were blown-out fights that left scars on you both, mostly because you knew exactly where to attack the other.

Sometimes it took time to fall back together, but your coldness towards the other never lasted and that consoled you a bit and made you move away from the bed, so you could both eat, since your stomach was grumbling pathetically…

… and also face Jimmy, had he felt like you were worthy of his magnificent presence.

The kitchen was already full of delicious smells, with Jimmy working around it and not giving you a simple glance as you walked in, and you knew it wasn’t because he was busy with all his things to get ready.

He was purposely ignoring you.

Well, two could play this game.

You yawned, stretching your body mindful of the gauze on your left arm, but letting your pajama top raise up a bit to show a little line of skin, teasing lightly Jim, who didn’t need much to be revved up as your bikes.

You then proceeded to seat yourself onto the nearest chair in the kitchen counter so that you were the nearest you could be to Jimmy, watching with attention all that was going on, something that never failed to make Jim blush, even in that case.

You then started to work through the gauze to change it, noticing that the sanitizing ointment was still on the table and swiftly dabbing a it on your palm to clean the burn, but before you could start even pressing it against your wound, Jimmy took your hand away and, squeezed some ointment onto his hand and pressed it gently against your skin, getting a soft moan of pain.

There he spoke the first word he had uttered to you in those two days.

‘Sorry’ barely a whisper, but you caught it, and attached yourself onto it.

“Oh, apparently you can talk” you mumbled sarcastically, meanwhile you looked at Jim’s careful movements as he tried his best not to hurt you and avoid your eyes “… I thought the cat got your tongue”:

“I thought you had fucking died in the explosion” shock coursed through you at those words.

You had been scared thoroughly for your life when the explosion happened, but you hadn’t expected Jimmy to be the same.

“… my manager called me aside as we finished the shooting and said that there had been an explosion at your house, and that you were inside it” although his movements were firm, his words weren’t, becoming soon too rushed and almost stuttered “… I fucking rushed to the hospital, since you wouldn’t pick up your phone and I honestly thought…”.

He had thought you were dead.

You gently waited for him to cover the wound with the gauze before you finally brought him in a soft hug, feeling him still against you, before he slowly relaxed and you gently kissed his eyelids to comfort him.

“… they didn’t want to let me in, because you were in surgery and I…” he continued shaking against you and you held him tighter, meanwhile he hid his eyes from you, mostly because they were glossy with tears “… I just was scared”.

“Jimmy” you mumbled softly, pushing him against you, but he pushed back, retreating from the hugs and you felt something different in his eyes.

Although you tended to be far more dominant in your relationship than him, it wasn’t uncommon for him to try to turn the table back to you and be the dominant one.

It didn’t happen many times, but whenever it did, Jim used it as a way to cope and vent.

“Do you feel like you can take a bit of a rougher time?” he asked, almost shyly, meanwhile his eyes added your discarded figure, due to the sleep “… if you can’t, I…”.

Although you knew that this wasn’t a proper solution, it got Jim to speak to you, alongside the fact that your core was already swollen with arousal, wondering what Jim meant with “rougher time”, since he usually kept himself on a more “soft dom” level.

“You know all too well that I trust you, Jim” and as you moved to kiss him softly, he pushed you away, making you question at him, and on his face a rather evil smirk appeared, and a thrill of wonder made you shiver in your seat, meanwhile Jim pushed himself further away from you, as your body reached out for me.

“You think that you deserve me, babygirl?” he mumbled, meanwhile he kept on looking at you as if you mattered nothing, and with some kind of deep anger rooted in him “…after everything that had happened?”.

“What did I do wrong?” you asked shily, meanwhile you fidgeted with your hands, playing in the role, as you tried to take a more relaxed stance, knowing that it was no use to be wound up so tight in these cases.

It would just worsen the punishment.

“You are such a dumb baby that you don’t even know why daddy is angry with you” he cooed you, moving just a bit closer to you, meanwhile your entire body was unable to stop another tremble, your molten core becoming wet and shiny, already feeling the fabric under you dampening.

“… but daddy, I…”.

He gripped tight your chin and brought you closer to him, his beautiful light blue eyes being extremely tempestuous, lightly grey on the border and with an intensity that got you to melt under him.

“… you don’t speak back to daddy, understood?” he intensified the grip on your chin, almost to the point it was painful, but you didn’t mind it too much thought, instead grabbing one of his hand and caressing it with an adoring look on your face.

You loved Jim whether he was your sweet sub, whether he was your beloved dom.

“… understood, daddy” you mumbled, and defeating his order immediately you pushed yourself to gently kiss his lips and although he indulged you, he bit onto your bottom lips, in a rather painful move that got you back from your softness.

But worst of all, he had this icy look in his eyes, definitely annoyed with you for breaking so thoroughly his rules, and he had to reinforce his dominance over you.

“Open your mouth, little brat” this time you obeyed immediately, and he smirked at the prompt way you opened your glossy mouth due to the kiss, and he moved closer and you almost thought it was another kiss, that it would be such…

… but non happened…

Jim spit in your mouth.

The loud sound of it definitely vulgar in the silence of your kitchen and surprised you enough that you kept it balanced on your tongue, feeling the stranger and alien taste but you didn’t retreat your tongue, showing it to Jim, alongside your obedience towards him.

“… hold it for me, dumb baby, can you fucking do it?” he mumbled, meanwhile he looked at you in the eyes, making the humiliation even worse for you “… I tell you one order and if you can do that, I’ll fuck you good like the little whore you are…”.

And you held it, till Jim allowed you to swallow it, making you show you tongue to prove if you had complied what he had asked you to do.

And then he gently grappled a hand around your neck, looking at you lovingly.

And you knew it that you were in for a rather long night.

“Now let’s see if you can fucking do the same thing around my cock”.

You should risk your life more often.

[chloelucia13]

Cody Fern Characters Masterlist (Discontinued)

✴ = angst︱❁ = fluff︱✿ = smut︱✂ = trigger warning (listed in warnings)

Michael Langdon

The Love you Need ❁ 

Xavier Plympton

Come Back to Me ✴ ❁ 

Being a Ghost With Xavier Headcanons ✴ ❁ ✂

Jim Mason

All That I Want  ❁ 

Series

World Alone: Jim Mason x Reader

-Part 1 ✴ ❁ ✂

Jim x Duncan x Michael x Reader 

Series

Three Men and a Baby: Jim x Michael x Duncan x Reader (not poly)

-Part 1 ✴ ❁ ✂

-Part 2 ✴ ❁ ✿

[van-ta-c]

SO... I think its time I did some Cody characters fics. Bare with me because its been a million years since I did this last, as I have been rping. 

If its shit I can always delete it right? Ok well here goes nothing. 

Welp... I’m nervous

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Masterlist

Michael Langdon

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/178870553234/my-first-fan-fiction-on-here-hope-you-guys-enjoy

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179326744399/the-chosen-one-pt-2-michael-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179576839014/it-hasnt-been-long-since-you-and-michael-langdon

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179363007939/warning-smut-an-based-around-the-song-sexual

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179264342334/aun-weor-sexual-strength-light-michael-x

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179264450654/aun-weor-sexual-strength-light-michael-x

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179212502449/an-the-inspiration-behind-this-fic-is-the-song

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180291379444/sound-of-silence-michael-rubber-suit-auscience

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180291575174/sound-of-silence-michael-rubber-suit-auscience

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180052797724/tear-you-apart-michael-x-reader-pt-1

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180052929454/tear-you-apart-michael-x-reader-pt-2

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182955185824/an-a-request-for-an-anon-for-michael-worships

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182951764764/an-a-request-from-one-of-my-anons-about-michael

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182795611824/erotic-miscellany-michael-x-reader-oneshot

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183257239664/an-this-is-sojourn-era-michael-he-and-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183211919369/an-honestly-all-i-can-say-is-i-wrecked-myself

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183143639754/fire-meets-fate-michael-langdon-pt-1

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183156916099/fire-meets-fate-pt-2-michael-langdon-fic

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182162243259/there-was-a-gravity-that-pulled-them-together

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182828598504/secluded-seduction-michael-langdon-x-sister-mary

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182828841849/secluded-seduction-michael-langdon-x-sister-mary

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183303870069/i-am-not-living-i-am-surviving-hug-me-michael-x

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183332360149/addicted-michael-langdon-rock-star-au-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183344752049/an-ok-so-i-decided-to-volunteer-to-write-a-fic

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183899072264/you-are-michaels-partnerone

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183980615564/warning-depression-suicidal-thoughts-self

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/184118065029/an-got-into-a-conversation-last-night-with-a

https://my.w.tt/QZk5pjSFRU

https://my.w.tt/LUXTsZTFRU

Duncan Shepherd

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179741689174/blue-velvet-pt-2-reader-x-duncan-shepherd

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179779436874/requested-by-ophelialondon-blue-velvet-pt

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179763481889/submissive-for-a-night-duncan-shepherd-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183768100974/dedicating-to-langdonsinferno-for-our-mutual-love

Jim Mason

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179814869114/an-jim-mason-x-reader-are-about-25-out-of-college

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183838675814/an-took-a-shot-at-a-dark-jim-fic-so-hope-i-did

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183469698594/an-not-long-ago-seen-an-ask-on

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183472403089/michael-langdon-appreciation-yn-couldnt-look

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183479004609/jim-laid-a-hand-on-her-thigh-out-sight-and

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183539333259/michael-langdon-appreciation-yn-still-wasnt-a

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183558867104/michael-langdon-appreciation-yn-figured-it

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183663241384/forget-me-not-jim-mason-x-reader-50-first-dates-au

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183689035144/forget-me-not-jim-mason-x-reader-50-first-dates-au

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183713791724/warning-serious-angst-note-this-is-not-the-final

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183759677024/michael-langdon-appreciation-there-was-this

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183806237119/michael-langdon-appreciation-after-the-chaos-of

https://my.w.tt/WsVOQOVFRU

Drabbles/Blurbs

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180497870379/loving-michael-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180229845324/marked-by-the-beast-michael-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180218704049/you-light-up-my-life-david-x-andrew-au

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/181891288354/can-you-do-a-drabble-where-michael-and-yn-are

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/181857333564/michael-langdonkai-anderson-drabble

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/181671358724/michael-knife-play-fic-pleeaseee

Headcanons

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183854883709/hc-for-blood-rituals-with-michael

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183860407779/annoying-baby-brother-michael-langdon-to-older

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183862102554/can-you-do-headcanons-about-how-michael-would-be

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183867741414/michael-as-a-professional-chef

[rampantmuses]

If You Want My Opinion, Which I’m Sure You Didn’t...

I’m 34 years young. I started on Tumblr well over five years ago. With that being said, I’d like to impart the following knowledge to the newest fandom I’m involved with involving the work of actor Cody Fern, knowing for playing the Antichrist Michael Langdon in AHS: Apocalypse, Duncan Shepherd in House of Cards, Jim Mason in the Tribes of Palos Verdes, as well as David Madson in The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story.

Know that my words come from a place of love....and a crap tonne of experience in various fandoms. If you’d like a resume of my fandoms, just know I’ve survived fandom bollocks/nannies in the Cumberbatch, Hiddleston, and Seb Stan fandoms and I’m still here. I speak from experience. I’m not here to gatekeep...what I am here to do is share what I have seen and what can divide.

Don’t Be That Fan...

You don’t get brownie points for being a fandom nanny. The fandoms I’ve dealt with? None of the fans I ever dealt with or am still friends with liked the resident fandom nanny. If they did like them, they were usually sycophantic people who agreed with every word that came out of the nanny’s “mouth”. Why aren’t they liked? One good reason: they suck the life out of the tags. They act like their defence of whichever actor is so groundbreaking and helpful. Some have even gone so far to act like they’ve got a special connect with that actor (which is kinda disrespectful to the boundary between artist and fan...don’t do that either, know your role and know your boundaries). All that seems to accomplish is the fandom equivalent of a dog peeing on a tree. That’s not cute. The actor your defending the “honour” of can more than likely fend for themselves. They don’t need you to do it for them. Slow your roll.

Regarding Fan Fiction...

People will always have opinions about fan fiction. If you enjoy it: read it, share it, give feed back or constructive criticism. Help an author out if you can. Be supportive as best you can as it’s a medium that’s actually a craptonne of work at which people like to sneer.

If you don’t, I don’t know what to tell you. You may want to keep it from existing. However, it’s a public page, and until someone decides to remove fan fic from Tumblr, It may be best to ignore or block these blogs. Best motto is to live and let live.

If you’re in a prudish mode about erotic fan fic you may find in the tags? That’s all you. Self respect and sexual confidence are not mutually exclusive concepts that never meet. That’s an erroneous construct someone fed you and you ate it wholesale. They are a Venn Diagram that is a complete circle. If you have an issue with erotica in fan fic, again...block or ignore the blog. You never have to subject yourself to something if you choose not to seek it out.

Share and Share Alike? Back It Up...

If you have an opinion, share away. Don’t be surprised if someone calls you out. Just be prepared to back yourself up with facts. And by facts, I mean actual facts, not just more of your opinions. Opinion isn’t enough anymore, no matter how persuasive it is. Name calling nullifies your argument and makes you look like a child. Be better than that. Discussion will always lead to a better result than an online screaming match.

Golden Rule...Don’t Be a Bellend

Just...don’t be a dick. Life is chaos. Be kind. You’ll bring in more people with kindness that with prickish behaviour. I’ve made amazing friends through this site. I would like to think that we’d love to be that person made that impact on someone else. A new fan is looking for someone to share their enthusiasm with. Why not geek out with them?

If you’re doing good things, continue to do good. If you’re reading this and getting mad, chances are you’re throwing up walls instead of setting up a longer table for the fandom family to grow. At the end of the day, we’re all fans of an amazing person whose work we enjoy. Why be elusive and exclusive?

[starlightlangdon]

Foursome AU - Andy Dolan, Jim Mason, Michael Langdon, and fem!reader // The Beginning • Part 2 || 18+ to read

Here’s part two of the foursome AU! In the upcoming chapters I’ll have a name for the series, I’m still picking one that feels right for this ✨

You can find Part 1 here

( warnings: insinuations of smut, fem!reader)

Now a year later, they are all in California. Andy and Jim didn’t have many things keeping them in Eden, not anymore. Michael’s operations with the cooperative have been put on hold, at least any operations involving the apocalyptic fallout anyways. He still runs the organization and keeps track of things there. Only a fool would leave Jeff and Mutt in charge. But he isn’t as focused on the lethal operations aspect of the organization.

The more Michael began to admire Jim and Andy, the less he wanted to destroy the world where a future between the three of them was being built. He still had the plans stored somewhere just in case he ever changed his mind, but his hopes of using them faded with each passing day.

Andy continues to rebuild his image in Hollywood. He’s now more picky about what roles he accepts and who he wants to work with. He’s done groveling at rich men’s feet for roles he doesn’t even want to play. He only works with respected people now, specifically people who aren’t homophobic. Michael and Jim helped him see that nothing was worth pretending to be something you’re not, not even fame.

Jim is a surfing instructor at Santa Monica beach. He gets to see the ocean almost every day and teach people who are as eager to learn to surf as his younger self was. It’s a dream for him. For once in his life, he can confidently say that he’s happy.

Every day, they come home to an apartment they share together. They each have their own rooms, plus one room with a super king size bed that they use for… cuddling and private activities.

Soon that room would be yours.

One random Saturday, Andy and Michael messaged each other with plans to meet Jim at the beach around Jim’s lunch break. They wanted to surprise him. Andy didn’t have any scenes to shoot that day and Michael had been getting more comfortable with taking time off work to spend time with Jim and Andy.

They are walking on the beach now. Michael is wearing a pair of sneakers that he keeps in his car for times like this. With Jim’s love of the beach, they visit the beach often enough to warrant having back up shoes on hand. Andy doesn’t really give a damn about the sand so he walks casually on the beach besides the stoic Michael.

Their eyes soften as soon as they see Jim. He’s with a student, most likely his last one before his lunch break. Jim looks completely in his element, calmly guiding the student through the instructions he’s giving her. Despite his patience and calm demeanor, they can see the pure joy shining in his eyes. He’s doing what he loves and they couldn’t be happier for him.

“Fuck, I wanna go kiss him”, Andy mutters, his voice a little tense with impatience. He loved seeing Jim happy but it also made him wanna make him smile for a different reason.. Andy sighs in a mixture of longing, and acceptance. He would have to wait.

Michael joins Andy in the struggle for restraint to go over to the grinning brunette. Michael glances over at Andy and smirks. “Patience, love…” He continues to stare at Jim for a while longer but something seems to start distracting him from his moment of admiration.

The girl on the surfboard beside Jim.

Michael feels a similar feeling to the one he felt when he first saw Andy and Jim. She was pulling him in… like he was meant to see her. His eyes narrow with intrigue. Andy snorts.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself.. What’s got you so serious?”

Michael doesn’t respond, his expression only softening slightly, the only sign that he heard Andy’s comment. After another moment of taking in the sight of the girl, Michael mutters.

“The girl.. next to Jim. She’s… different.”

Andy hadn’t really taken the time to notice the girl. It was just another student of Jim’s. He looks over at her and sees that she’s blushing as she talks to Jim. He can’t exactly tell if it’s a true blush or a forming sunburn since the sun has been pretty brutal today. That’s summer in California. But this wouldn’t be the first time they saw a girl flirting with Jim.

He notices that Jim’s attention is completely captured by her. It could just be that he’s focused on teaching her. But Jim would usually notice Andy and Michael’s appearance on the beach by now, no matter how busy he was. Andy fits in a little better than Michael does with the beach crowd but Michael typically sticks out like a sore thumb.

“Huh” Andy says, now looking at the two with the same look Michael is. “She’s cute” He shrugs.

Michaels lips quirk up a little at that. Michael can read Andy’s true thoughts about the girl, they weren’t as simple as ‘she’s cute’. Andy just didn’t want to say it out loud in worry that Michael would get jealous. He’s always had a bigger heart than he wanted people to know about. “You don’t have to lie to me… she’s beautiful.”

Andy huffs. He hates it when Michael reads his mind. But that doesn’t stop him. Andy nods begrudgingly, his tone softening slightly. “Fine. She’s hot. Happy?”

Michael’s smirk grows a little.

“Jim thinks so too”, Michael notes.

After a few more minutes, Jim’s session with the girl is over. She goes over to a towel just off to the side of where he was teaching her and sits down on it. Her gaze moves over to the waves as she quietly admires the ocean. This is when Jim finally notices Andy and Michael. He smiles widely and goes over to them. He sounds a little tired from being in the sun for so long but his spirits are still plenty up.

“Hey”

Michael gives a little smile to Jim but for the most part his attention is still on the girl. Andy takes notice and nudges Michael’s arm, grinning a little.

“You’re not being subtle, Mike.”

Jim’s eyebrows furrow, glancing over at the girl. He smiles a little, almost sheepishly. The same way he does whenever he is caught admiring Andy or Michael. “She’s nice. Not good with the board… but nice” He chuckles a little.

The girl glances back at Jim. Jim waves at her. She looks embarrassed at being caught looking at him and quickly turns back around.

“Ouch, Jimmy.”, Andy teases. “That was cold.”

Michael finally speaks up, looking at them as if nothing happened. But his tone suggests he is still deep in thought. “She likes you too, Jim”

Jim’s head tilts and his cheeks turn a little red. “What?” He scoffs, his hand moving up to rub the back of his neck nervously. It’s a habit they’ve seen him do plenty of times before when he was nervous. Andy’s grin grows. “I- I don’t like her” Jim sheepishly defends.

“Jim…” Michael says, almost like he’s trying to coax Jim into lowering his guard and admitting it. “She is cute��” He glances at the girl. “I have an idea”

From there, Jim introduced her to Michael and Andy. From the start, they could see that she found all three of them attractive. Her blushing was far worse than Jim’s ever was. Jim suggested that they all go out to lunch together. He had another surfing lesson scheduled with her after lunch so she had some time to kill until then. She accepted the offer. There was something about them that didn’t make her feel like she wouldn’t be in danger if she went with them. It almost felt like they already knew each other.

That was the first lunch of many that they would share together. She never made it to that second session with Jim… she was too occupied with a different kind of session with the three men who would change her life. And they were introduced to a woman that would be the thing they didn’t know their relationship needed.

6 months later, your bedroom was now that fourth bedroom in their apartment. Your apartment. Your new life together.

[starlightlangdon]

Foursome AU - Andy Dolan, Jim Mason, Michael Langdon, and fem!reader // The Beginning • Part 1 || 18+ to read

This is the beginning of a series I hope to continue on here! This is more the intro and backstory to how Jim, Michael, and Andy all met. They will meet reader in part 2 ✨. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future updates of this story!

(Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, mentions of struggles with sobriety, nsfw topics, mentions of toxic family dynamics, mentions of internalized homophobia)

Andy Dolan was never one that formed attachments to people, not often anyway. Being a star in Hollywood, he saw some of the pettiest and greediest sides of humanity. No one, not even his manager, actually cared about him. They cared about what he could for them, how his fame could benefit them and their selfish desires.

Andy might not have been a saint before moving to Hollywood but once he moved back to Eden, anyone who knew him before his move to Hollywood could see the change in him. He was different. Colder, distant… mean.

It was Jim Mason that brought Andy closer to himself than he ever imagined was possible.

Jim had just graduated from Eden University. After high school, Jim couldn’t take being in PV anymore. It was Medina that gave him the final push he needed to leave. Medina made plans to leave as soon as she graduated high school. Jim was slower on making any plans to leave. He felt an obligation to stay and help his mom. His dad had already seemed to have moved on from their family with his new family and his mom was stuck drowning in the past of their marriage. But she was pulling him down with her in her toxic cycle of self destruction and mania.

Jim promised that he would at least look at colleges out of state, even out of the country if he wanted it. They knew Sandy wouldn’t be happy about it but if she didn’t help support Jim through college somewhere else, Phil would. That’s the least he could do after the destruction he caused, the destruction they were still suffering from.

Along with Hawaii and Fiji, Jim heard of another place with waves that surfers from all around the world traveled to see. A town called Eden. There was a discounted rate for flights to the town of you were coming on grounds to tour the local college. Jim would quickly learn that Eden was a small town, the college he was interested in was the only one in town.

Plus, Jim had already long wanted to go to Australia before considering the college there. He added it to his bucket list a few years back when he drunkenly decided that he wanted to fight a kangaroo. That didn’t end up happening on his trip to Eden but what did happen is that he fell in love with the simplicity of Eden. In many ways, it was the complete opposite of Palos Verdes.

There wasn’t anything picture perfect about Eden. No standards to live up to, no one to impress. No more would be the days of watching people around him stress themselves about how their yards looked and what the neighbors thought of them. For the most part, everyone seemed to stick to themselves.

He also noticed a great amount of people barefoot there, with striked him as strange. But it oddly enough gave off a welcoming surfer vibe that only eventually cemented his admiration for how laid back the town was. He needed to be as far away from chaos as possible after the years of being plagued by endless surges of it.

Andy moved to Eden during Jim’s sophomore year at Eden university. Andy’s return to Eden was all the rage in the small town so rarely filled with anything gossip worthy. Rumors of Andy’s drug addiction, temper, and custody battle with his ex wife for their young child was all that was discussed in the whispers of the town for weeks.

Finally Jim got invited to a party at Andy’s house. He met Hedwig a few weeks before Hedwig became Andy’s… roommate, whatever they were. His first year into being in Eden, he decided to get clean from the drugs and the alcohol addiction that would consume him whenever he wasn’t filled with pills. That led him to the wellness center ( the closest thing to rehab in Eden ). Hedwig’s best friend’s mom ran the place. On his second day at the center she tried to sell him something. It surprised him how bold she was about it, how nonchalant. He liked that about her.

Now three years later, they were all apart of the same friend group. Hedwig invited them all to the party she was throwing for Andy, on the condition that everyone played it cool and to not invite anyone else. That ended up being ignored by most of the group when a party for maybe 20 people became a party for more than 60.

Jim however did not invite anyone else. Everyone he really knew in Eden was going anyway.

Jim didn’t go to parties as much since he got clean. Being surrounded by the alcohol and drugs that were bound to show up at parties just wasn’t what he wanted to call a good time anymore. But he couldn’t pass up the chance to see Andy Dolan’s mansion. It was on the far edge of town, practically cut off from the rest of Eden. The property screamed elusive and mysterious, just like the actor did.

Jim couldn’t find any drinks that weren’t alcoholic. He figured that there would at least be some sodas or something but no, nothing. Not even water, which concerned him the more he saw how wasted people were getting.

Finally he goes looking for something away from the refreshments table. He needed something to keep his mind busy because if he didn’t have something to distract him, the itch to get drunk, or worse, would get stronger.

That led him to walking into the large kitchen. “Holy shit” He mutters under his breath. The kitchen was almost as big as his dorm room, his shared dorm room. He had seen wealth in Palos Verdes but he had yet to see a mansion like this. He was getting more and more glad he came to this party. He had to admit, it was a solid party. The music was loud, booming off the tall walls of the mansion, and people were having fun. He hasn’t seen the person this party is supposed to be for though. Nothing, not anyone or any candles on a cake waiting for him to make an appearance.

He pushes past his disbelief of the size of the kitchen and moves towards what he came for, the fridge. Even the fridge was huge. “Damn”, he snorts. He quickly scans the kitchen and sees a couple sitting on the island countertop, too lost in making out to even notice he was there. Perfect. He opens up the fridge and sees what he’s looking for. Water, sodas, juice, sports drinks… pretty much anything he could ask for to help him make it through tonight.

“Awesome”

He reaches in and grabs a sports drink. He was never huge on sports drinks but seeing everyone so drunk, bound for killer hangovers tomorrow morning, is almost making him subconsciously crave electrolytes.

Just as Jim is pulling the drink from the fridge, he hears a voice. He knew it instantly… his friends had a game of watching his movies and betting on how many times he would smolder. It was almost a signature thing he did every movie he was in, enough to be made into a game that was endlessly entertaining for him and his friends.

It was Andy dolan’s voice.

“Who the hell are you and why are you in my fridge? Who the fuck let you in here?” Jim stands there in shock, not knowing what to do or say. He was starting to think Andy was a no show at his own party. He certainly didn’t expect this to be the way he met him. Jim chuckles awkwardly, getting ready to apologize, but Andy continues to voice his frustrations. “I told security no more guests.. Fucking vultures… and of course it’s an American. Of course it is!” Andy laughs bitterly. It wouldn’t take a genius to see that he’s drunk.

Jim awkwardly closes the fridge, a bit surprised at the intensity of Andy’s response. “Sorry. Uh… I didn’t see any sodas out there so I-“

Andy scoffs, “what, you decided to just help yourself?” Andy looks at him with pure judgment and annoyance. Jim is starting to get a little annoyed with Andy’s temper but he reminds himself that yes, this isn’t his house. He didn’t have any right to treat himself. Jim sighs, “I’m sorry, man… I’ll put it back”

Jim moves to put the soda back but a little hum from Andy makes his attention go back to the actor. Andy is now looking at him with intrigue, the judgement fading slightly from his gaze. “You can have it… but I want a favor in return”

Jim’s eyebrow raises. “What kind of favor?”

That favor led to Jim and Andy alone in his bedroom with Hedwig. Andy managed to find Hedwig in the sea of party “guests” quickly trashing his house. He made an offer she couldn’t refuse.

Andy and Hedwig had an arrangement as roommates. She let him go down on her every once in awhile in exchange for money and a place to stay. It was mutually beneficial for the two and the agreement had been going strong for a solid few months now. Andy wanted to add something new to the agreement… and that something new was Jim.

He offered Hedwig double the price he normally gave her for when it was just them, and he offered him double that.

At first when Andy brought up the idea, Jim was totally against the idea.

“Are you insane? We just met! No. Fuck no.”

But when he saw that Hedwig was the person in question that they would be with that night, his tone changed a little. Jim and Hedwig had been together a few times for meaningless hookups. Hedwig never wanted anything serious so Jim just enjoyed the times they had when they had it and that was that. They hadn’t hooked up ever since Hedwig moved in with Andy. Jim would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t miss it.

So, Jim agreed.

The night brought both all three of them pleasure like none other. It opened up a new world for Jim. That night is when Jim discovered he was bisexual. What was once an actor that Jim joked about, became his discovery to parts of himself he never would have thought was there.

Those sessions of Andy paying Jim steadily became more and more frequent. Eventually Jim wasn’t needing to ask for help with money from his parents anymore. But it wasn’t just about the money. Not for Jim or Andy.

When Hedwig moved out to go to college with her best friend Scout, Jim thought he would never hear from Andy again. It wasn’t a week later though that Andy invited him over.

Without the attention being on Hedwig, they discovered new realms of pleasure all over again. Over and over again. Months later, Andy finally invited Jim to move in with him. Jim just graduated college so he didn’t have a dorm to stay in anymore. That wasn’t the only reason he agreed to move in with Andy, but at the time he had convinced himself that it was.

They helped each other grow in ways that were subtle at first. Andy quickly took notice that Jim was uncomfortable with him being on drugs. Jim didn’t say anything but the more times Jim left the room when Andy would pull out his pills, the more times Andy grew to realize he missed Jim’s presence.

Andy began easing up on the pills. He met up fewer and fewer times a week with his dealer until eventually he started dodging his dealer’s calls.

He drank scotch on occasion but otherwise he learned from Jim the ways they could let loose and have fun without alcohol. And with not being exposed to the drugs and alcohol as often, Jim’s sobriety became easier. Having Andy as a support system of sorts was something he began to lean on and appreciate.

Both Jim and Andy had forms of toxic masculinity that they struggled with. Jim was constantly told in his teen years that he was the man of the house. He didn’t have the luxury of discovering himself before responsibility floored him and his mind. When he wasn’t stuck at home being the man of the house, he was around the bay boys who were as rough as they come. He remembers a comment one of the bay boys said once about gay men and he cringes to this day thinking about it.

So needless to say, he wasn’t around supportive people.

In Hollywood, if you so much as wear rings on your finger or showcase nail polish on your hands, rumors can spread about your sexuality. For more of the toxic directors and casting agents in Hollywood, those rumors could be the one thing that gets your part passed up to the next person if it doesn’t go with the image of the character you’re playing.

So Andy repressed any feelings of being anything other than stereotypical “strong and manly” for his roles. He didn’t feel like he could afford any disadvantages, especially with the press he was already getting during his divorce.

In the privacy of Andy’s mansion in Eden, Andy and Jim got a place where they could be themselves without anyone to perceive or judge them. They discovered the things they were suppressing all along.

Eventually Jim started to grow uncomfortable with Andy paying him every time they were together. It wasn’t just about the money or just about the sex for Jim. Jim enjoyed their time together. He insisted that any money Andy would want to pay him could be marked up as Jim’s rent to stay there. Andy wasn’t happy about it but he reluctantly agreed once Jim got upset enough about it.

Andy wasn’t used to people not wanting him for his money or his fame. It put him on edge and made him feel vulnerable. Why would someone want him for him? There had to be an ulterior motive, he had convinced himself. As much as he enjoyed his time with Jim, he didn’t trust it.

That’s until they met Michael Langdon. Michael was traveling to Australia on business for the cooperative. The majority of his outposts were built in the United States. He wanted to change that to have a minimum of 7 spread out across the globe. As much as Michael disliked humanity as it was, people were a resource to building a better world. That included having people of different cultures and perspectives. From a business perspective, he couldn’t ignore that.

Michael was just leaving a meeting with the people the cooperative assigned to creating outpost 15 in Eden. The bunker was being built in preparation for the 2020 apocalyptic fallout. Michael wasn’t pleased with the meeting. Not a single person in the town of Eden met up to his standards of professionalism. Half of the people in the meeting were wearing casual daywear and it irked him. This isn’t how he conducts business and it made him question his plans of having an outpost in Australia.

As he was walking out of the building, he senses something. He could feel them before he saw them… an intoxicating mixture of desire and turmoil. It was at an intensity like nothing he had seen before. It drew him in, his brows furrowing as he prepares to find the source. His magic tingles in his fingertips as he looks around. Then, bingo. Across the street lies the beach of Eden, where Jim and Andy were.

Jim was attempting to teach Andy to surf. Andy said he wanted to give it a try and Jim was more than happy to teach him. More excuses for Jim to touch Andy when correcting his posture on the board. Jim was redirecting Andy’s foot for the 5th time, trying to show him proper placement to stand on the board. Andy was getting impatient. He was used to success, even in the smallest of ways. Being corrected so many times was setting him off.

“I got it, I got it” Andy huffs. Jim could see Andy biting his lip in frustration and it was making him feel things. Jim’s eyes travel down to Andy’s lips, staring a little too long to not be noticeable. Andy’s eyes darken with lust.

Michael can sense their emotions… feel the way each of them were holding back in their own way. Jim, repressing the feelings he truly felt for Andy. Jim was falling in love with Andy, without realizing. Andy had become enchanted with Jim but his internalized homophobia didn’t allow him to feel it. Andy just chalked it up to Jim being a nice distraction. But it was more than that for the both of them.

Michael decided to try something, a little experiment. He walked over to the beach, cringing a little as the sand made contact with his designer shoes. He could buy new ones but it still stung a little. He goes and sits on a nearby bench, just far enough away from them to observe and not be seen.

His fingers continue to tingle with magic. He channels that magic to absorbing some of the feelings swirling between Jim and Andy. He lifts enough of those feelings away so that Jim and Andy can see each other for how they really feel.

But something unexpected happens, something Michael wasn’t even predicting. Jim notices Michael. Jim looks on curiously, eyeing him up and down as subtly as he can without Andy noticing. After a few minutes, Jim went back to helping Andy’s form on the surfboard and that was that. A second of admiration.

Michael was used to people fearing him, sucking up to him in fear of angering him. That moment of admiration was small but it was not insignificant.

Michael decided to stay in Eden for a few more days, give the town a shot at salvation if he deemed it worthy for one of his outposts. But that wasn’t really the reason he was staying. He wanted to offer Jim and Andy a shot at salvation… a shot at a new world, with him.