#tribes of Palos Verdes imagine

[austinstyles]

can i request a lil cute thing with jim mason where you’re paired up with him for a school project and you’re both nervous bc you like each other? and maybe a lil kissie somewhere? 🥺🥺🩷🩷

Hey anon thanks for your request. And I definitely love your idea. And I hope you enjoy what I came up with inspired by your request. Also disclaimer I have not seen this movie. But I have seen clips from it online. And I am definitely going to be watching his movie. But I definitely love the idea of writing this sort of fanfics. And Thai fanfic might be short fanfic for some people.

Project

Jim Mason x reader

Summary: You and Jim are partners for a project at school. And they like each other.

Warning: small amounts of kissing, and spelling mistakes. Tell me if I miss anything.

Y/n pov

(at the Library after school)

I was sitting with Jim Mason one of my classmates working on our project for history class. Actually I am nervous of working on this project with Jim, because I have a crush on this cute guy. Actually this crush has been going on for a while. And now we are partners on a history project.

And I can just get lost in his beautiful blue eyes, it is like looking at a beautiful blue ocean.

I just wish I could know if he feels the same for me. And maybe we can start a relationship together.

Jim pov

I can’t believe that for my history project I get to work with my crush. This is exciting, but I am so nervous of making a full of myself in front of her.

And maybe today can be the day I tell her how I feel. Y/n has an amazing laugh, and I love the way y/n eyes shine in sunlight.

I could never get enough of this amazing person. And i hope that maybe we both have the same feelings for each other.

“ hey y/n, I wanted to tell you something. Do you think we can take a break form this project?” I asked while I put close my history book for a moment.

“ yes Jim. And we should totally take a break.” Y/n said while she also closed her book.

“ Y/n I have feelings for you, like romantic feelings for you. And I hope you fell the same.” I said as my eyes look right at her. My heart is betting out of my chest.

“Jim I feel exactly the same way about you. And I have been for some time. I am so happy you fell the same.”

Y/n just told me she feels the same way. I can’t believe it. I feel my happiness is skyrocketing.

Y/n pov

Me and Jim have feelings for each other . I can’t believe this is happening. All I want to do is jump up and down form happiness. And I want to know what its like to kiss this guy in front of me.

My head is leaning more into Jim’s head, my lips are moving towards his lips. And his lips are moving towards my lips.

When we kissed I can feel sparks flying and this is so magical.

I just can’t believe this is happening. Omg, and can’t believe we have the same feelings for each other. And I am so happy to know we feel the same.

And know we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend. I asked him to be my boyfriend.

This is one of the best days of my life.

Tag list (Cody Fern fanfics): @morby

Thanks for reading. I hope everyone enjoy this. And also it is my first fanfic for Jim Mason. And I am excited to write more. Also sorry this fanfic is a bit short for some people.

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

[emmyrosee]

Jim Mason

EVERYTHING I SAY SOUNDS WEIRD AND WRONG

fanfics

Can’t Sleep (Fluff)

Baby Boy (Fluff)

Beauty Is Pain (Fluff)

Playful (Fluff)

Love Regardless (Fluff)

Night Terrors (Angst)

Sober Up (Fluff)

drabbles

Pick Him Up

  When He Falls

Stood Up

Accidental Proposal

Solve My Problems

Being Playful

Craving Comfort

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI

Sweets.

The Jim Mason Experience. 

[starbabyg]

Who I write for;

Just to let anyone who wants to request any imagines and such, and for my masterlist here’s a list of who I write for. [You can always ask me to write for anyone who isn’t on this list, these are just my faves and people I really wanna write for].

Nhl Boys

Jack Hughes [New Jersey Devils]

Juraj Slafkovsky [Montreal Canadiens]

Mitch Marner [Toronto Maple Leafs]

Thomas Bordeleau [San Jose Sharks]

Quinn Hughes [Vancouver Canucks]

Luke’s Hughes [UMich]

Nico Hischier [New Jersey Devils]

Trevor Zegras [Anaheim Ducks]

Actors

Cody Fern

Timothee Chalamet

Evan Peters

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Finn Wolfhard

Jacob Elordi

Tom Holland

Musicians

Jesse Rutherford

Luke Hemmings

Calum Hood

Ashton Irwin

Michael Clifford

Rappers

Gucci Mane

A$ap Rocky

Young Slo Be

Yatta

EBK Bckdoe

Pimp Tobi

Tay K

NBA Youngboy

Travis Scott

Roddy Rich

G Herbo

Shootergang Jojo

LordeTheTopScore

A Boogie

Method Man

Ol Dirty Bastard

Television Characters

Carl Gallagher [Shameless]

Lip Gallagher [Shameless]

Gallavich [Shameless]

Ason Unique [Wutang Saga]

Bobby Diggs [Wutang Saga]

Shotgun/Method Man [Wutang Saga]

Dennis Cole/DLover [Wutang Saga]

Sha/Raekwon [Wutang Saga]

Divine Diggs [Wutang Saga]

Mike Wheeler [Stranger Things]

Michael Langdon [American Horror Story]

Xavier Plympton [American Horror Story]

Duncan Shepherd [House of Cards]

Movie Characters

Jim Mason [Tribes of Palos Verdes]

Tangerine [Bullet Train]

Dave Lizewski/Kick Ass [Kick Ass]

Nick Sheff [Beautiful Boy]

Kyle Scheible [Lady Bird]

Prince Hal [The King]

Peter Parker [Spiderman] (Both Tom and Andrew version)

Richie Tozier [IT]

Anime

Katsuki Bakugou [My Hero]

Shoto Todoroki [My Hero]

Izuku Midoriya [My Hero]

Eijiro Kirishima [My Hero]

Denki Kaminari [My Hero]

Hitoshi Shinso [My Hero]

Soma Yukihira [Food Wars]

Death The Kid [Soul Eater]

Soul Eater Evans [Soul Eater]

[hecohansen31]

Just Focus

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Although I am off the Cody fandom, I just had this lovely idea, and I couldn’t stop myself from writing it out!

Hope it’ll brighten your quarantine days!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Mommy/Little Boy, Mention of COVID-19, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Roleplay, Voyeurism-Exhibitionism (also I didn’t proof-read this, because... big tired).

There was just something in seeing Jimmy getting all focused on the game on the TV.

It was mostly a try-out with friends for the original thing, hence you did approach him, although he had asked you not to, immediately gaining a light raised eyebrow from him, even more since you were barely clad in a robe.

But he didn’t insist, pushing back his gaze to the game.

He had been trying for the online version of the MOTO GP Mondial, since sadly he couldn’t race due to the COVID-19 linked problematics, and he had been, as always, determined to win, setting up ‘training hours’ after his morning routine, which wasn’t something that bothered you.

You were also busy with checking news from the stables and had found a small work in a still-opened garage, since it was thought to be essential, although you wouldn’t have loved nothing more than to stay at home with Jimmy.

You should have honestly moved to get yourself ready, but the sight of Jim suddenly getting angry at a shortcut of one of his fellow contestants had lighted up something in you.

And made liquid heat drip down your legs.

You couldn’t afford being late for this.

You’d just have to make this quick.

You quickly moved to Jimmy, gaining another confused look, even more as you pushed his chair a bit back, so that you could squish yourself between him and the screen as you adjusted yourself here on his knees, and although the hamster in Jimmy’s head had started moving, he kept on the confused look, disactivating the audio of his speaker.

“What are you doing?” he asked at you, as you wasted no time, lightly lowering his sweatpants and his boxers in a swift move, one that you were all too used.

“Just drive” you intimated him, as you lightly caressed his length, raising your eyes to meet his closed one, pleasure already transfiguring his features “… can you do that for mommy?”.

And before he could utter anything, you languidly ghosted your mouth making him open his eyes in surprise, as his grip on the controller loosened, but one of your hands, the one who wasn’t helping you tease him, get to his hand, to grip it in order to get him to tighten his hold.

And when he did, you engulfed him in the warmth of your mouth, also signaling him with an hand to reactivate his speaker and act like nothing happened.

And Jimmy, always the good boy, did it.

You couldn’t wait to see whether he would win or lose.

And how much he could resist till the moan gave him out

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I am also tagging some OG of Biker! Jim!

(Hope you won’t mind it!)

@sojournmichael​, @emmyrosee​, @blakewaterxx​

[7-wonders]

Kiss of Fire

Summary: You only want what’s best for Jim, and that includes staying clean of drugs. Jim, who’s been bottling up his true feelings for so long, finally snaps after he finds out you flushed his stash. 

Word Count: 2583

A/N: TWs for SMUT, knife play, bondage, vague dub-con, dark!Jim, drug mentions, threatening pregnancy, and vague toxicity. Story will be under a cut due to the multiple potential triggers. I’ve been wanting to writing something for dark!Jim for the longest time, and this is the best I could come up with right now tbh. Smutty, dark goodness. Let me know what you think; feedback of all kinds is always appreciated, and my requests are always open!

The distant salt air of the sea wafts in through the open windows, but it’s overshadowed by the pungent smell of weed that covers Jim’s clothes. He hasn’t smoked in a week, he’s promised you that, but he also hasn’t stopped hanging around his buddies that smoke weed like they need it to live. When Jim realizes your mind has drifted, he presses you harder into the door. Your shoulders twinge with a slight pain but it’s a pain that, against all better judgement, makes your knees weak.

“What the fuck, Jim?” You hiss through clenched teeth, glaring up at him. His blue eyes are blown, and if you hadn’t been with him all night you would have thought that he had snuck off to do a line or two in the bathroom of whoever’s house was party central tonight. He’s breathing heavily, likely from hauling you up the stairs after driving like a bat out of hell to get to his place.

Ever since Jim had been found half-dead on the beach two years ago, his parents tended to give in to what he wanted; they assumed that they hadn’t cared enough which, while true, was only the tip of the iceberg that was Jim’s problems. Sandy and Phil hadn’t reconciled, not by any means, but they managed to be civil in order to make sure that Jim wouldn’t go off the rails again. Jim wanted to go to Paris with his dad and sister? They were on an international flight the next week. Jim wanted a new surfboard? Phil made sure that Jim had a new board to replace the other new one, just in case something happened to it. That’s how Jim had gotten his house: He claimed that he and Medina needed to live alone now that they were college students. Since Medina would be living with and, presumably, watching over him, the Mason parents were more than happy to oblige.

If only Medina was able to look past the healthy brother act and see the signs that were right in front of her. Jim had remained sober when it came to the prescription drugs, which was good enough for Medina. As long as she didn’t have to lock pills up, she figured her brother was recovered. But what she refused to acknowledge was all of the other drugs that Jim was dabbling in. Lately, he’s been fond of the ‘party drugs,’ like ecstasy and molly. They cost more money than the opiods he had previously been using, but he reasoned that it was a small price to pay to keep from getting addicted and remain under the radar.

Medina’s out, gone to a professional surfing competition in Australia for the week. Sometimes you want to shake her, to make her see what’s happening right in front of her eyes. But a part of you gets why she’s turning a blind eye, just as her mother and father did years ago when Jim was first on drugs. This is her brother, her twin, her best friend since they were born. Medina herself had told you how devastating it was to do nothing but wait while Jim clung to life in the ICU. Maybe you’re enabling her, allowing her to believe that nothing’s wrong while trying to deal with the growing issue yourself. But you’re protecting her, really, and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

“What’s wrong? I thought your goal was to get me away from that party? Well, mission accomplished!” He declares, huffing angrily.

“I was only trying to-”

“To make sure that I don’t run off to go smoke a bowl? To keep me from getting a clean high by flushing my stash down the toilet?” You didn’t know that he knew you had found his ecstasy, tucked behind a picture frame hanging on the wall.

“I’m trying to help you, Jim! You should know better than anyone how easy it is to relapse!”

“I know my limits. Why don’t you know yours, you nosy brat?” Your jaw drops at the insult, frozen even after Jim removes his hands from your shoulders. “You really wanna help me?”

“You know I do.” His jaw tightens, and you can see a vein on his neck sticking out.

“Let me try something.” He waits for your confirmation, only moving when you nod. “You remember the safe word?”

Jim had always been extremely gentle with you when it came to sex, treating you more like a fragile glass than like a woman with needs and desires. The one time you had placed his hand on your throat and begged him to choke you a little, he placed a minute amount of pressure upon the soft skin of your neck before proclaiming that he couldn’t hurt you like that and stopped. Still, he insisted that the two of you have a safe word, just in case the gentle sex got to be too much (something that you still roll your eyes at).

“Lunada.” Jim hears the bemusement in your voice, but hums his approval at your knowledge of the safe word. You gasp when he snatches your chin, forcing your face close to his.

“Be a good girl for once in your life, take your clothes off, and get on the bed.” His voice barely rises above a whisper, but it carries with it a very real threat that has you shivering with a fear you’ve never felt before.

Your hands shake, a result of not knowing what’s going to happen next, as you fumble with the jeans and shirt that cover you. Jim impatiently removes your clothes for you, leaving you shivering in just your underwear. You allow yourself to fall backwards, the bed stopping your momentum as you stare at the man who now lords over you.

“Jim?” You ask, voice quivering.

“I didn’t say you could talk.” He sneers, pushing you until you’re flat on your back against the mattress. “Hold out your arms.”

You do as he says, extending your arms out in front of you. You hold them there while Jim leaves the room to search for something, heart rate picking up when he reappears with a silk scarf that he must have taken from Medina’s room. His tongue slightly pokes out of his mouth while he focuses on tying your wrists together, an intricate knot making you wonder if he grew up being a Boy Scout. When he yanks your bound wrists above your head to tie them to the headboard, you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

“You look so beautiful, all tied up and vulnerable for me.” Jim moans out, palming at the bulge in his jeans while he slides your panties down your legs. You want to roll your eyes when he shoves the fabric in his back pocket, but you really don’t know how he’d react if he caught you doing it. “Hmm, how will I get your bra off?” He muses, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed.

When he reaches into his nightstand, he doesn’t pull out a condom, which is what you’re expecting; instead, he holds the sleek handle of a pocket knife that you weren’t aware he owned.

“W-what…?” You trail off upon realizing that he warned you not to speak. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to realize that he made that rule only minutes ago. Jim flips the blade of the knife out, inspecting it with a sharp precision. Your breathing hitches as Jim crawls towards you, tracing the sharp metal lightly along the swell of your breasts.

“Don’t worry (Y/N),” Jim grins wolfishly at you. “I won’t hurt you. Not unless you ask for it.” He cuts through the straps of your bra with fluid movements, discarding the knife on the nightstand so he can have both hands free to fully rip your bra off of you.

Terror courses through you, and you find yourself a little disgusted at how wet you are from it. Your boyfriend, the recovering drug addict, is pissed at you for making him leave a potentially dangerous situation and retaliates by manhandling you, tying you up, and using a knife to cut off your clothes. You can only feel a little ashamed at the way Jim’s 180 personality flip gets you going, the shame leaving your body when he starts trailing hot kisses down your body.

You can prepare yourself all you want, attempt to brace your body as Jim hovers right above your cunt, but you still can’t help the gasp that leaves you when his tongue starts to work at your clit. Jim loves foreplay, more than anyone you’ve met, and he knows the exact movements to get your toes curling. You want to reach down and tangle your fingers through his chocolate locks, forgetting that your hands are currently bound above your head. Huffing with frustration, you tug at your restraints. Jim peeks up at you and laughs, momentarily breaking this ‘dark’ facade he’s adopted.

“I’m sorry baby, I know how much you love pulling my hair.” He grins, swallowing your angry breaths with his own mouth. He peeled off his clothes without you noticing, likely while he was going down on you, and enters you with one swift thrust. Your walls burn pleasurably as they stretch around him, Jim’s eyes fluttering shut as your walls adjust to his length.

It doesn’t take him long to set a brutally fast pace, your hips snapping up in a frantic attempt to meet his. Jim moves his kisses from your mouth to your throat, making new bruises blossom over the old ones that have almost faded completely.

“Oh Jim, I…” A loud moan cuts you off, and you toss your head back against the pillows. He continues to rock in and out of you, gritting his teeth to try and stifle his own moans.

“Yeah? You’re taking me so well, you always do. Couldn’t resist this sweet pussy, even when you are being a brat.” You want to retort, but a strong hand gripping your throat has your eyes lighting up in glee instead. Jim smirks at your excitement, shaking his head. “Of course you wanted this.”

You can feel it coming, feel yourself teetering on the edge of a sweet release. All of the sensations you’re currently feeling are only heightened at your lightheadedness, and your mouth falls open in a breathy moan.

“Jim, I need-” You rasp out as you start to clench around him. Jim nods, understanding what you’re saying without needing you to finish the sentence. He removes his hand from your neck and starts rubbing tight circles on your clit, causing you to jolt up against him.

He’s grinning down at you, sweat beading on his brow as he speeds up his thrusts.

“God, look at you, completely helpless beneath me. I could cum in you right now and there’s not a thing you could do about it.” Your eyes widen; you’re on birth control, of course, but he’s never wanted to chance the 1% that doesn’t work. He doesn’t notice you looking at him, instead babbling on as he gets closer to his own release. “Could you imagine what would happen if you got pregnant? I’d take care of you so well, you wouldn’t need to worry about anything but growing our healthy baby. I used to think you couldn’t get any hotter, but the thought of you swollen with a child that I gave you is fucking angelic.”

You want to fire back with a retort, but your orgasm washes over you quicker than a sentence could be formed in your head. Your back arches against the bed, wrists tugging painfully above you as you try to reach for something, anything, to help keep you grounded. Jim reaches his own release moments after he slips out of you, painting your abdomen with his cum. He collapses on top of you, being careful not to crush you with his weight.

After your breathing’s slowed down and he’s softened, he kisses you. It’s gentle, entirely unlike how he’s been the rest of the night before this, and it has you swooning. The pocket knife appears in his hand again, and he cuts the scarf off of your hands. Your shoulders pop as you stretch out, wrists a bright red and fingers tingling while the blood rushes back into them. Sliding his finger across your stomach to collect some of his seed, you dutifully open your mouth and suckle it off of his long digit.

“Thank you for letting me do this.” He says while cleaning you off with the the ripped scarf that was still hanging around the headboard. “I’ve been wanting to try that for a while, but I got nervous you’d get freaked out by it.”

“Was I taken off guard? Yes. Freaked out? No.” You answer after a moment. “Is it just, like, a sex thing? You got a little dark there.”

Jim shrugs. “I feel like there’s two sides to me. The beach boy that everyone knows, sweet, recovering-addict Jim Mason who likes to surf. And then there’s a part that I have to keep hidden, the side that you saw. Even Medina gets scared when I get like that; she stole my sketchbook once, maybe three years ago? We had a fight, and she stole it and claimed that she was gonna throw all of my sketches away. I just lost it, started yelling at her and blaming her for all my problems. I went on a bender after that, and I don’t think I came down for two weeks. That anger, that...that darkness has been with me for as long as I can remember. After that fight with my sister, I promised myself that I would never get like that again.”

“So why tonight, of all nights?”

“It’s been building up, festering right below the surface. Maybe it’s because I don’t have any coke to help me easily cope anymore, I’m not sure. But tonight, watching you try to help me, it made me realize how easy I could lose you. What if you get fed up with having to constantly make sure I don’t use again, and leave me for someone else? (Y/N), I’d die without you.”

Your hand, which has been stroking Jim’s hair, freezes in place. He’d die without you? You love him, but you never thought things were this serious in his mind. Surely he must be exaggerating, feeling sappy after the sex you just had. Maybe the insecurities he felt tonight brought out these deeper feelings, ones that he couldn’t possibly mean. Jim looks up at you, confused.

“Did I scare you?”

“No Jimmy, you didn’t scare me. Let’s...we’ll just have to work on making sure you can control these emotions. And maybe don’t threaten to get me pregnant right before we both come? I’m sure we’d both make great parents, but we’re way too young right now.” Jim nods, yawning and settling his head against your side.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jim.” You mutter, watching as his eyes flutter closed. You eventually close your eyes too, drifting off as you worry about how to save Jim Mason. You sleep so soundly, in fact, that you don’t feel Jim getting up two hours later so he can grab his phone and search ways to cancel out birth control.

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[divine17]

Don’t Think About Tomorrow (Jim Mason x Reader)

Request: “Maybe a Jim mason one where they run away together, somewhere Jim can surf” - Anon

“omg please write about jim, please break my heart into a trillion and 3 pieces” - Anon

“jealous jimmy? getting in a fight probably, he’s kinda hot-headed tbh” - Anon

“Maybe something pre/post relapse with Jkm?” - Anon

Warnings: Fem!Reader, light drug use, mentions of (drug use, death, relapse, overdoses), alluded to smut but not NSFW, maybe slightly OOC Jim, a bit sad, minor profanity 

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: It’s so long oof

Jim was a fighter. 

Even as a kid, he was the strong one. He was the Mason family’s rock, seemingly the only semi-solid surface they had to lean on. He kept Medina safely on the ground, prevented his mother’s breakdowns as much as he could. Helped his dad stay busy so he wouldn’t fight and argue with his mom. As much as Jim hated the serial-cheating, he knew it was the last stitch holding his parents together. Phil was able to bear Sandy more when he had some time alone with his sidepiece, it was that simple. 

When the two of you first met at the beach, he was in a bad place. He was popping pills like candy. His bright blue eyes were dull and void of emotion when you looked at him, absolutely lifeless in every way except literal. Jim was dead inside.

Slowly, he began to open up to you. His parents fought. His mom struggled with mental illness and refused to accept it. His father was a prestigious doctor who now had a girlfriend and almost step-son on the side, which his mother knew about and hated. His sister, Medina… Well, she just kind of existed. She dealt with the pain in her own unique ways, he was sure. Her hobby of surfing helped. Divorce was on the horizon for the family and that left Jim with very few options, so he turned to drugs. It numbed his feelings just enough that he could get through the day. 

The first time he tried it, it wasn’t serious. He was at an evening kickback on the beach when some kid, he couldn’t even remember his name, slipped two round pills into his hand with the claim that it would make him feel good. He took them, swallowing them with a long sip of cold beer, a smile on his lips. It wasn’t long until he started to feel… Well, he wasn’t sure how to describe it. Jim almost felt as if he were floating. Light as a feather and floating through the ocean breeze. He didn’t feel that dull, pulsing ache in his heart that had been there for so many years. He just wanted to smile as he somehow made his way over to a pretty girl, letting his arm hang loosely around her waist.

Somehow, the two of you ended up back at your place. A small apartment close to that very beach, just outside of the city limits of PV. He complimented it as you poured him a glass of water, your own high buzzing through your head blissfully. Neither of you were sure who made the first move. It could’ve been you, pressing a light kiss to his warm lips as you leaned down to give him the glass. Or maybe it was him who crept up behind you as you stood at the sink, moving your hair away to reveal your neck. Maybe he let his lips work on leaving the small purple love bites on the sensitive skin before you led him to the bedroom.

That night is when he knew you were different. Special. Unlike anyone else he had ever met. You were an absolute Californian anomaly to him and he struggled to wrap his head around you. He found himself melting underneath your soft touch and desperately in love with every word you spoke.

In the morning, he didn’t dread waking up to see you next to him like he would’ve with any other girl. He looked forward to it, truly. There were a lot of uncertain things in Jim’s life, things that he couldn’t quite keep within his grasp. His sister, his sobriety, his sanity. But you were a continuous source of light and positivity for the brunette boy, even if you somewhat unknowingly enabled his behaviors. He enjoyed finally having someone so… Close to him. Someone he could tell anything to and not have to worry about them running away or judging him. He was finally free of the prison that ended up being his very own mind.

Slowly, you stopped taking the drugs. After seeing one too many of your friends overdose, you finally realized what you were doing. You woke up one morning and it had truly sunk in, the danger and uncertainty of what you were doing. With each pill you took, you were gambling with your life. That wasn’t safe. That wasn’t healthy. You realized that you could be gone at any minute, and so could Jim. Overnight, your single greatest fear had grown to be losing Jim Mason. 

You talked to him about it. Jim agreed with you, and he promised that he would quit. He swore to you up and down that he would stop swallowing anything that anyone put in his hand at a party. That he would stop drinking so much that he couldn’t see straight.

And the worst part? You believed him right up until the moment he OD’d.

Maybe it was wishful thinking. You hoped and prayed that your boyfriend would get some sense knocked into him, and it seemed like your prayers were answered when he told you he had been sober from the pills for a day. And then a week, a month, two months, three. But he hid it well to everyone. He stopped taking people’s party drugs and upgraded to his mom’s bathroom cabinet of prescriptions. He did stop drinking, though, well aware that it would be unnecessarily difficult to hide that from his girlfriend and family. He knew they would all be able to smell alcohol on his breath from a mile away, they weren't stupid. 

That tragic day, he had taken you to the beach to watch the waves. It was late in the evening and the two of you decided to smoke a little weed with your feet in the water, but were soon interrupted by a group of boys. They were loud and arrogant and didn’t want to share the beach. He somehow convinced you to stay, telling you that it would be fine, nothing would happen. With a light sigh, you agreed, and continued to talk.

You remembered that conversation so well. You had mentioned that you didn't like California, having migrated from somewhere colder. That year, you had only meant to stay for the summer. That turned into a few more months, and then a few more. When you were finally ready to leave, Jim came along. How were you supposed to go home when you had met your soulmate? 

Jim said he didn't like it either. It was starkly different than where he had come from. He told you that he’d like to move away some day, after he turned eighteen. Somewhere just a little less hot, but where he could still surf. Somewhere where it’s not all sunshine all the time. He missed the weather, the feeling of light rain on his skin and wind in his hair. But the snow was one thing he’d never miss. 

“Hawaii.” You whispered, handing him the barely-lit joint from between your fingers. “Let’s move to Hawaii, Jimma.”

He sighed with pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss as he imagined the scene. His hand came to rest on your thigh, him letting you slide yours underneath. Jim’s fingers locked around yours. “I could see us there. Me and you at first, living in a little place just off the beach. Private. I could teach you how to surf.”

“One day I think I’d like to have a child. A little mini-me to run beneath our feet. A son, maybe. Or twins, just like you and Medina.” 

He loved that. Jim craved the simplicity of a domestic life with the girl he loved. He wanted to buy that little bungalow and be forced to move out three years later into a bigger one because you were pregnant with his kids. A boy and a girl that were the absolute shining stars of his existence. God, he wanted it.

It wasn’t long until the boys made their way to your spot on the rocks. They teased and taunted the two of you for a moment before Jim told them off. One of them was a smartass, said something about your body. He decided to shut him up with a swift uppercut to the chin, a simple and effective way. The boys quickly ran off, but you were left confused. Jim wasn’t usually violent like that. You brushed off the suggestion of a relapse. He probably just needed to take a deep breath, right? He would be fine. He always was. 

Later that night, the two of you danced your way back home after a nice dinner at that restaurant you loved, the one just inside of PV. He told himself that he wasn’t going to stay the night again, no matter how hard you begged or cried for him to. He swore to himself that he wasn’t going to have sex with you in his current state of mind. Jim never liked fucking when either of you were high, it clouded his head and he couldn't bring himself to fully enjoy it. It was much sweeter when he could be in the moment with you and not in his head. 

But just like his promise of sobriety, he broke his mental promises as soon as you took your top off, letting your hand ghost over his hardening cock. 

When you woke up the next morning, your boyfriend was gone. No physical trace of the brunette boy anywhere. His coat was draped loosely over the back of the couch and his shoes were still by the front door. It looked like he had just vanished into thin air. Then, you noticed your phone buzzing away on the kitchen counter. Eleven missed calls and seven unread texts from Medina, all saying some various form of “Jim is missing.” 

Your heart raced as you got dressed and headed out to look for him. You tried to keep calm, to keep your anxiety under control. You knew that Jim liked to take morning runs on the beach behind your house when he stayed over. He would leave early in the morning and come back in an hour or two. But, as you glanced down at your phone one more time, you saw the time. It was close to ten in the morning. He wasn't on a run. 

Next time Medina called, you answered. You filled her in on your side of the story. Jim had stayed over for the past few nights, which he didn't tell his sister about. Hadn’t called or texted to check in with her in the past few days. She woke up in a panic this morning and tried to reach either of you for hours, but nothing had come of it. 

“Yeah, uh, let me look around over here. He’s around somewhere.” Your white lie slipped out easily as you hung up the phone. There was something Jim hasn’t told you. Call it a gut sense. Soon enough, you managed to find the empty orange prescription bottle shallowly buried in the kitchen trash. Not bothering to read the label, you tossed it in your bag and out the door you went. 

You spent the remainder of the morning calling hospitals. Medina was out searching every nook and cranny of the small pacific town for her twin. No luck came from either of these things until you got on the phone with... Well, you weren't sure.

“I’m looking for my friend. Has a Jim Mason been checked in today?” The woman’s voice on the other end was shrill. You could barely stand it as she spoke. “Oh, um, how about any brunette John Does? Seventeen, blue eyes, about six foot tall?”

Bingo. 

You hung up abruptly after the nurse told you that there was, in fact, a kid there that matched Jim’s description. She was unable to give you any more information over the phone. No little hint that he was fine or stable, alive even. It wasn’t long until you and Medina were in your car on the way to the hospital, the other girl dialing both of her parent’s phones like mad. Naturally, neither of them picked up. It was entirely typical of them. 

The drive was tense. Dead silent except for the painstakingly loud sounds of Phil and Sandy’s voicemail greetings. Tears fell from Medina’s eyes and she, for once, didn't try to push them away. On the other hand, you were... Numb. You almost felt a little pang of sadness as you remembered that empty bottle, but you weren't sure if that was your mind tricking you or not. Your mind was quiet as you followed the directions the blonde passenger gave you in a hushed whisper.

You only started to truly feel something when the two of you rushed through the doors to the emergency room, Medina fiercely leading the way. She stopped only at the reception desk. The lady asked who she was there to see, what her relationship is.

“I’m his sister.” The girl’s tone was bold, unusually so. She faltered for a moment to come up with a lie for you, but you simply held your hand up. A small, silver ring rested on your wedding finger. The small diamond in the middle was hard to miss underneath the bright fluorescent lights. 

A faint smile crossed Medina’s face as the two of you walked away in search of room 110. The room your faux-husband allegedly rested in. You were told his doctors would be in after you, which made you more and more nervous. Your stomach bubbled with anger and sadness in a horrible mixture with nervousness and anxiety as the two of you came closer and closer. 100. 102. 104.

“Where did that ring come from?” She asked lightly, her eyes scanning over the final numbers in front of her.  

“It’s a promise ring. He gave it to me the night he promised me his sobriety.”

Your heart ached as your hand rested on the silver knob. With a deep breath, you pushed open the heavy wooden door. You glanced around the room. Small, dirty white walls. His mother stood leaned against the wall beside him, her head buried in her hands, presumably in disappointment. His father was nowhere to be seen. Medina instantly breathed a sigh of relief and ran to her brother’s side when she saw him, but you... You found it difficult to function as his mother’s piercing eyes looked over you from head to toe. 

You stepped outside of the room, immediately collapsing against the wall. You didn't bother to hold back the tears or choked sobs as people in the hall stared at you. You couldn't bring yourself to care that you were now the subject of those people’s attention. You couldn't care less that Sandy Mason now stood beside you, simply watching you. 

“So, you’re... His girlfriend?” She asked. Her voice was soft, her judgement only thinly veiled. You nodded, wiping the tears on your arm. “How long have you been together? Why haven't I met you?”

“Jim wasn’t ready to tell you about me. We got together a few days after you guys moved here. Well, not officially.” You laughed lightly. “Took him a while to ask me.” 

“Sounds enough like him.”

The two of you were interrupted by Medina opening the door. “He wants to see you, Y/N.” She stepped out into the hall, and you stood up. Sandy began to follow you but she was quickly stopped by the blonde. “Alone.”

With a small nod, you entered his room. He was now sitting up, his fingers picking at his IV in wait. Jim was exhausted, physically and mentally, you could tell. His skin was pale and his bright blue eyes were dull, almost lifeless. He didn’t look up to meet your gaze as you sat on the bed at his feet.

“Y/N...” His voice was hoarse, quiet as he took a shallow breath. He opened his mouth to speak again but you stopped him.

“Don’t. You don't have to explain yourself, Jimma.” You said softly. “I’m not angry, okay? We don’t have to talk about it right now. We need to focus on getting you out of here.”

That broke him. He leaned forward, his arms tucked in front of him loosely. You quickly moved closer to him and took his hand in yours, letting his head lay on your chest as he sobbed. 

“I don’t deserve you.” 

You hushed him. “Yes, you do, alright?"

“You’re... You’re beautiful, and kind, and you put up with all of my shit, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in my whole life. And now...” He let you run your thumb under his eye, collecting the water. “I fucked up.”

You nodded. “We’ll get through it. We’ll get you sober, Jim. One step at a time.”

[langdxn]

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

----

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

[brooklinn13]

I Own You Part 5 ( Michael Langdon x Reader)

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

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

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

Taglist: @lavenderahs @kitty4860 @mllxngdonswife

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

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

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

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

One year later

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

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

(Michael’s point of view )

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

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

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

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

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

( Mallory point of View)

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

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

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

( Michael point of view )

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

( y/n point of view )

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

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

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

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

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

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

18 months later

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

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

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

The end







[infernwetrust]

THE MASTER LIST

Michael Langdon  

Wandering Eyes (Part 1, Part 2)

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

Xavier Plympton

Easy To Fall (Part 1, Part 2)

Jim Mason

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

A Collection of Moments (1)

Duncan Shepherd 

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

OTHER THINGS

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

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

Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason

To Take Care Of (Part 1, Part 2)

Dive

The Hotbox

It’s The Little Things

To a Lifetime

Who Loves You Better?

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

March Madness [Jim x Xavier]

In His Office [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader]

Morning After [Jim x Xavier]

Marked You [You x Michael]

THE BESTFRIENDS UNIVERSE

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

f**k, i luv my friends

afraid of heights

saturday nights

winesday

between the haze

SERIES

The Devil In Me [Michael Langdon]

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

Part 1

Part 2

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

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

UPDATED AS OF 05/19/21

[outpostmichael]

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

[dyns33]

The same team

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "She's useless."

           "We'll find something."

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

           "Miss Mead will do it !"

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

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

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

           "No."

           "Why ?"

           "The boys don't want that."

           "Why ?"

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

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

           "Jimmy, I have cookies."

           "Aw, thank you princess."

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

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

           "I want you to kill me."

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

           "No ! Jimmy no !"

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

           "No !"

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

           "Oh, cookies, thank you kitten."

           "I have a request."

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

           "I want you to kill me."

           "Interesting. How much ?"

           "... What ?"

           "How much money ?"

           "I have no money, I have cookies."

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

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

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

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

           "Very well."

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Kill me."

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

           "No."

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

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

           "I am a failure, a burden."

           "Who said that ?"

           "The Cooper..."

           "Here. Who said that here ?"

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

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

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

           "You are more important than cookies."

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

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

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

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

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

[ramona-thorns]

Cody Boy's reactions to Buzzfeed thirst about them:

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

Jim Mason: *reads tweets* *blushes*

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hecohansen31]

3 14 37 and 58 for Jim Mason !

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

I hope that you’ll like this, since it was a bit difficult to settled down with so many prompts and I’d suggest you maybe to keep it under two, max three, to also leave more creativity to the writer.

With this being said I hope you’ll like it!

WARNINGS: Friends-To-Lovers, Rebounds, Breaking-Up, Intoxicated! JIm, Harsh Words.

“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?” you mumbled as your best friend Jim Mason refused to talk with you, after you had dragged yourself out at three in the morning, hearing him so desperate over the phone.

But once you had come to the party Jim was calling you from, not only he was waiting for you, but he refused to utter anything that had a sense and you had grown bored and annoyed with him soon.

You loved Jim, he had this personality that he didn’t show to anybody that characterized him as a smart and sensitive man and you could just pass days with your hands in his hair, as he told you stupid scientific facts.

You had always felt the best with him, but this side of Jimmy never lasted and in the end you were just left heartbroken and that was why when Ed, a fellow high schooler, had asked you out, you had accepted.

Ed was sweet and soft, but he was a bit of a pushover, unable to hold your fierce personality and constantly preferring to simply let you choose, something that on the long run was getting on your nerves.

Although, in the end, you couldn’t blame him for not being Jimmy.

That night you were also damnably irritated because you had had a fight with Ed and you thought that you could definitely call yourself ‘single’, since Ed ha said that he ‘couldn’t be your rebound anymore’.

And as much as you wanted to desperately feel something for having lost him, you just couldn’t.

“Earth to Jimbo?” you tried one last time, as you sat beside Jim, who had managed to drag himself on the small cement overpass “…nothing to say, you big fat idiot?”.

“I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m around you” he muttered, surprising you as he turned to you in a way that was so sudden and violent that you almost backed away”… let alone talking”.

“Oh c’mon you always say shit to me, Jimmy, and I don’t say a thing” you muttered, glad that he had talked to you and wanting to stop him from falling in the self-pitying pit, as you pushed him for more, wanting him to be lucid.

“Not when…” his mumble was lost in the night breeze as you just shot him a quick look.

“When what?” you replied, deciding on teasing him further “… oh c’mon they say that alcohol should give you some kind of liquid courage!”.

He just closed further in himself and you did the only thing that worked in these cases: tickling.

“Oh c’mon!” you teased him, but your touch, which usually was welcome, stopped him “… Jimbo tell me why!”

And as you were ready to sing song that awful ‘Backstreet Boys’ song, Jim turned to you, coming closer than it was proper for two friends.

“Because I love you God damnit!”.

You weren’t expecting it and immediately you retreated, making Jim all too aware of what he had just said, suddenly lucid, as the hands that had pushed you away and were now held between you, fell to the ground.

“… I….” he stumbled on his words and before you knew it, he was up and turning to you “… shouldn’t have said it”.

“… well, now the truth is out” you were simply able to utter, your tone apathetic as you were trying your best to try to understand what this meant for you, if what Jim said was the truth “… ‘in vino veritas’, you know…”.

“I shouldn’t have said it” he continued to utter, almost as a mantra, his hands coming to his face, scratching loudly at the skin, harming himself and you rushed to his face and as you came by his side with him, he uttered even louder “… fuck fuck you can do better than me! Fuck… you are with Ed!”.

“Not anymore” now your tone was grim, as you shot him a sad smile “… please don’t… just sit down, Jimmy”.

“I can’t talk with you like now” he replied, but still let you sit beside him, as he stumbled against you “… I say shit that will ruin our friendship”:

“Jim, I…” you didn’t know whether it was a good idea to confess to your drunk best-friend that you had always had feelings for him, mostly when you felt so conflicted about whether you should trust him or not “… I felt the same”.

He raised his eyes to you, not believing you and immediately dropping his head.

“… but… Ed?”.

“We broke up tonight, I just…” you thought ‘what the hell’.

There’d be never a perfect time for all of this…

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

[7-wonders]

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

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

//

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

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

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

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

“Really, Michael?” you say in disbelief.

He shrugs. “I was a troubled teen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That dispels the sudden tension, and everybody laughs.

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

//

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

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

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

“Hey,” you reply.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“No. Medina’s snoring.”

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

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

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

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

“What’s up?”

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

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

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

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

“Will you kiss me?” 

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

“Was that okay with you?” Jim asks.

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

//

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

[ebony-witch]

We're Our Own Tribe

[divine17]

Jim Teaching His Partner to Surf (HCs)

Request: “Jim helping his gf learn to surf would be so cute” - Anon

Count: 23

A/N: this blog is supposed to be multifandom, not just jim mason content but i’m not mad

Jim would just be over the moon if his partner expressed even the smallest interest in surfing

But he would want to make sure you knew they didn’t have to do it, that he’s perfectly fine with you watching from the shore

It would start with him talking you through the basics and technical terms, making sure you knew every little tip and trick he could give you from his experience

Once he’s sure you’re ready, he’d find a way to get another board for you and then find a hidden, empty beach for you to get the feel of things

He would be so nervous and excited on the walk there, he'd barely be able to keep calm on the outside

The two of you would find a nice spot on the sand and begin to prepare

As usual, you wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off of him as he tugs his wetsuit on, not bothering to put the top half over his shoulders

He’s beautiful, even when his hair falls in his eyes, which he knows you hate

If he caught you staring, he'd just smirk and give you some light-hearted remark about you needing to listen to his words instead of ogling, and if the mood is right maybe even a little something about being able to touch later instead of just looking

Jim would wax the boards, walking them through it as he goes

He’d let you help on the second one, of course

You’d be nervous at first, eager to impress him and praying that you get everything right

And honestly, he’d be feeling the same way, even though you’ve seen him on the water a billion times now, even when he’s taken a lungful of water because he wiped out

But this time is different, this time you're by his side, not sitting out with his friends’ girlfriends that you hated

The nervousness would melt away as he starts to crack jokes about anything and everything as the two of you enter the water

He’d help you onto your board in the deepest part of the shallow end, letting you straddle it and stand up on the first try before mounting his own board

He’d watch you paddle around, figuring out how to keep your balance in the soft ripples and smaller waves, helping you any time you needed it

Jim would see a big wave and probably take off towards it before you could even notice

“Y/N, watch this!!” 

He would ride the wave like a pro, entering and exiting with perfect precision and ready for the next one when he gives you a sweet little grin

He’s talented at what he does, no doubt about it

Jim would make you wait until a nice sized one came along before he'd let you try your hand at it, much to your annoyance 

He’d be so nervous as he watches you ride towards it, but he knows you’ll do great