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lavender-romancer · 9 months

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Hello I couldn’t find your request terms or anything but I was wondering if you still wrote for teotfw? If so could I request a James x reader where she’s traveling with both James and Alyssa and maybe reader gets hurt in Clive’s house before he goes and finds Alyssa? Maybe he comes onto her and she punches him? And maybe they all comfort eachother the next day or something??

Comfort

James x Reader CW: blood, death, attempted assault

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James had always thought he was a psychopath, wanting to hurt everyone near him so he kept people at arm's length. Maybe it stemmed from his mother killing herself in front of him… it was probably that. But either way he didn't think so obsessively about killing people anymore, not since you kissed. It was very awkward and out of place plus you ran away afterwards but something changed within James from that day onwards.

"You're fucking joking," Alyssa started laughing way too loud and you nodded, staring into the dark with a blank look on your face. "You kissed him!" She yelled in-between fits of laughter.

"I'm such an idiot," you groaned and began rubbing your temples.

"You're fucking hilarious," Alyssa leant back on the bench and fell off the back of it, laughing even more.

"You daft bitch," you smiled and pulled her back onto the bench.

"How was it?" She tried to hide her smile behind her hand but you just rolled your eyes.

"It was so fucking awkward I want to shoot myself." You covered your face with your hands.

"Go on," she took her jacket off and handed it to you. "Scream into this. I always used to scream into my pillow after one interaction with Tony. It muffled it enough."

You took the jacket in your hands and folded it over a few times before putting it close to your mouth and pressing it to your face before screaming into it. You took a deep breath and gave her back the jacket.

"I need alcohol," you said with a disappointed look on your face.

"Well we can hardly afford food let alone shots so unless you're willing to go whore yourself out in the toilets. I'd focus on other things," Alyssa hit you on the back twice before standing up "Come on, we should head out."

"I'm not getting in the car now!" You half yelled half hissed.

"Oh you're so fucking dramatic, James will be weird and awkward. He's always weird and awkward. You're the one who needs to act normal." Alyssa reasoned as she walked off to find James, you sat down with a huff.

The car journey was horrifically awkward even when Alyssa would try to fill the silence as she often would, it came out as hollow. You were beginning to reconsider even being on this sort of expedition with them. After a few hours Alyssa was asleep in the backseat and even though it was about 2am you couldn't sleep with the atmosphere being like it was.

"I'm-" you started

"I wanted-" James said at the same time and you both smiled.

"I'm sorry, I ambushed you in such a… unfair way and I wanted to apologise," you looked at him as his hands tightened on the wheel, his face beautifully highlighted every few meters with the orange street lamps.

"Oh. Are you regretting it?" James asked, eyes fixed forward and you considered your answer for a bit too long. "I'll take that as an unanswered yes then." He said quietly.

You weren't sure how to bridge the knowledge gap of whether he wanted to kiss you and the fact that you did want to kiss him but didn't like making a fool of yourself. It was a lot of information for your brain to process and you'd never been good at thinking quickly unless it was a gut reaction like how you felt when you kissed him. It now felt as if it had been too long to say anything that would make it better, you turned slightly and leant your head on the window, watching the orange street lights go by.

"Fuck sake!" Alyssa's outburst woke you up with a start

"What! What is it?" You turned around, eyes wide adjusting to the morning light.

"We've run out of fucking petrol." She groaned and you sighed.

"Loud fucker," you muttered and Alyssa hit your head. "Ow!"

"We should start walking," James said, putting the car with no petrol in it into neutral and putting the handbrake on.

"We're on a flat road, why are you even doing that?" Alyssa asked with a confused look on her face.

"It might still roll back, it's road safety." James reasoned and you saw Alyssa roll her eyes in the rear view mirror making you smirk.

"Well, come on." You opened the door and started walking down the road, hands in your pockets. Even after a long nap you still felt that tightness in your chest that rose up to your throat whenever you saw James. The tightness made you feel like you wanted to cry because of the feeling of uncertainty between the two of you.

"Why are you running off?" Alyssa asked when she caught up with you.

"I think I just need some space away from him to get over all this." Your face must've looked dismally unhappy at that moment.

"Come on, it was just a kiss. It can't be that awkward between you, you're both nearly adults." Alyssa frowned and you nodded.

"It's not that. It's the feeling of rejection in all of it. After the kiss his face was fucking unreadable but it wasn't exactly happy." You looked up at the sky and took a deepth breath in. "Crushes feel so fucking adolescent but they still persist."

"I don't think I've ever had a crush on anyone so far. I like attention for a few hours and then I just want to be on my own again." Alyssa replied, looking at you.

"You don't strike me as someone who would be interested in teenage relationships." You smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.

"I almost hate that you're right. C'mon, let's cut through here, looks reyt posh." Alyssa headed towards a gap in some bushes and you stopped hands on your hips in confusion.

"A bush looks posh?" You called after her and she gave you a death stare.

"Where's she off to then?" James asked and it made you jump.

"Uh…not sure. She's um… off on a whim I think." You said quickly before following Alyssa and leaving James to look longingly at you as you walked away from him.

You walked for about 30 minutes before Alyssa spotted a large modern looking house. "Jackpot," you heard her say quietly and you couldn't think why it could possibly be one.

"How do you know?" James asked.

"Know what?" Alyssa asked, peering through one of the windows.

"He means how do you know it's safe?" You continued and James couldn't help but want to reach out to your hand.

"Post has built up, dust everywhere. I don't see why it wouldn't be." Alyssa reasoned as you followed her to the front of the house.

"Is breaking and entering a good way to lie low?" James asked and you couldn't tell if he was trying to be sarcastic or genuine.

"You worry too much." Alyssa shook her head before picking up a rock and smiling at you.

"Alyssa. Come on. You can't be-" Then she broke a window and opened the door. "Fuck sake." You muttered with a smirk.

"Who has this many pictures of himself in his own house?" Alyssa asked as the three of you stood in the front room.

"A narcissist," you replied, picking up the photo and looking at the man. "If he's the owner anyway. Otherwise it's more of a creepy shrine."

"No, it's him. His post says Koch, so does the book." James pointed to the book that was next to the photo.

"Okay, so we've established who lives here can we stop being weird please." Alyssa groaned and headed into another room as James turned to follow her, you put a hand on his shoulder.

"James, wait." You said quietly and he turned around. "I wanted to say I didn't-"

"I know I'm bad at reading people, but I'm good at observing. You're uncomfortable around me now. You don't need to keep apologising, it's okay." He couldn't seem to reach your eyes and you couldn't get the words out before he turned around and left. James looked through some cabinets before finding a video camera, he sat down on the stairs and opened it, wondering if there was some kind of home video or something. What he saw terrified him immensely, he quickly closed it and put it back in the cabinet.

You walked over to the sofa and sat down, opening the side table to find some spirits- maybe they could lift yours. When Alyssa and James came back in you had set out some vodka and rum and some shot glasses.

"It's finally time for us to get drunk with each other," you grinned and Alyssa practically bounded over to join.

"Come on James!" Alyssa called as she poured out some vodka shots.

"This is a terrible idea." He said as he sat next to you on the sofa.

"I think it could be very fun." You said picking up one of the shot glasses.

Many drinks later Alyssa was passed out asleep on the sofa, you and James were sitting together listening to the music you'd put on and playing never have I ever.

"Okay, never have I ever… punched my dad in the face." You said to him with a raised eyebrow and he almost regrettably took a shot.

"God, vodka tastes like acetone." He grimaced and you giggled. "Never have I ever slapped someone?" You sighed before taking a drink.

"That's a fucking given, me and my sister are always getting into fights like that! Another!" You exclaimed as you slammed down the shot glass and it suddenly broke in your hand "Oh shit."

"Okay, open your hand. Have you got any glass stuck?" He asked, turning your hand around to look at your palm.

"I don't think so, but I do think I might be bleeding. I fear I shall die!" You clasped your hands dramatically before wincing at the feeling of your cut hand.

"Come with me, I'm sure there's a first aid kit in the bathroom." James stood up and helped you to your feet, when you stood up you were both extremely close and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. But you didn't, after last time even your tipsy brain would think twice. As you sat on the toilet and James opened the first aid kit you looked up at him and how the shape of his jaw was so perfectly framed by his ears, this could be seen as an odd observation but you were tipsy so you allowed yourself to look up at him with a stupid smile.

“Why are you smiling like that?” James asked as he knelt in front of you and began disinfecting your cuts.

“You’re just so… mhmm.” You make a humming noise and put your free hand on his face which seemed to surprise him because his eyes shot up to meet yours.

“And what does, mhmm, mean?” He asked, going back to disinfecting your hand.

"You're so pretty," you leant back on the toilet and giggled, James didn't seem to know how to respond so you closed your eyes through the silence.

"There's a bed upstairs," you said as you stumbled out of the bathroom.

"You should head up," James said as he headed towards the front room.

"You should come with me-eeeeee." You pleaded and he shook his head.

"No, you need to sleep. Come on." James gestured for you to stand up and as you did you stumbled a bit and giggled before following him upstairs. James took you to a bedroom and sat you down on the bed. "Try to sleep the drunkness off. Your hand is going to ache tomorrow but it'll be okay."

"Okay," you looked up at him adoringly as James looked back at you with a slightly awkward slightly uncomfortable expression before walking out.

You lay back on the bed in a drunken happiness that your anxieties and overthinking couldn't penetrate. The feelings you had towards James didn't feel fully developed but they were definitely there and hard to ignore. In your head he had always worked best with direct expressions of feelings with minimal subtext. But just kissing him had seemed to be a foolish decision.

A few hours later James quietly came into the bedroom. You were lying on your front, a little bit of drool on the pillow under you and your hand hanging over the side as you star-fished the rest of your body. It didn't surprise him that you slept like this, unashamed of taking up space.

When you kissed him he didn't know how to react. Whether he should go with his gut reaction of pulling you into another kiss or just sort of stand there. Unfortunately he went with the latter and there was no way back from that.

He slowly lay down on the floor and looked up at your hand twitching every now and then. Even your hands looked pretty. He was so frustrated with his own brain for not responding the way he should have when you kissed him. James just wanted you to understand how he felt and that he-

A car pulled up outside and James' eyes opened wide as he heard the front door open. He shuffled under the bed and pulled his hunting knife from his ankle holster, holding it in somewhat prepared terror. He couldn't help his own fear even though he wanted to save you so desperately he was terrified of being found himself. The light turned on and he saw someone with very shiny formal shoes walk in and heard you gasp.

"How did you get in here?" The man asked in an accusatory voice, James supposed he had a right to be a bit accusatory considering you were literally sleeping in his bed.

"I-I." You stuttered but couldn't seem to get the words out.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. You just gave me a fright, if I'd know it was someone who looked like… you. I might not have been so worried." The man placed down the fire poker against the nightstand and James gulped, frozen in terror.

"I'm sorry." You whispered in a terrified voice and the man walked closer to the bed.

"That's alright. You on your own?" He asked and you quickly replied with, yes.

The man closed the door and James could only look in horror as he sat down on the bed next to you. All he could think about was the videos on the camera, the horrifying images of bondage and pain he assumed this man put other women through.

"Have you eaten my porridge too, Goldilocks?" He asked with a laugh that sent a shiver up James' spine.

"What the fuck?" You replied, almost whispering and the man tutted.

"No language like that, you're too pretty for that. Just stay still." He made some sort of movement and the bed creaked. James was waiting for when he should try to help you but what could he do? Stab this man and be a hero? What would that do?

"Please don't." You sounded as if you were about to cry.

"Don't do what?" The man asked in a condescending tone that made James even more angry. "Are you going to make this more difficult?" He asked more aggressively this time and made another movement that made the bed creak and you began protesting.

You weren't sure what was happening now, as soon as this man closed the door you panicked but whatever this was it was no longer safe.

"You don't want to make this difficult." The man threatened and you pulled your arms away from him, he lurched forward to grab them again and you punched him in the nose. "You fucking bitch!" He exclaimed with a bloody nose before jumping forward on top of you. Putting all of his weight on top of you so you could hardly breath, pinning you down with an incredible amount of force.

You were screaming at this point, screaming for James or Alyssa or just help. He put his hand over your mouth and you bit down hard, he responded to that by punching you in the ribs with his good hand and you cried out closing your eyes.

Suddenly the door flew open and a warm liquid sprayed onto your face. The pressure on your arms was gone, the weight was gone. You opened your eyes and saw James standing there with a knife in his hand and Alyssa with a large bookend, both with blood on them. The man was staggering backwards holding his throat that was gushing with blood. Dark, deep red blood sputtered out of his mouth and his throat, running down his chest and onto the floor. Then you looked at yourself, covered in the same deep red blood and you began to panic. Hyperventilating and eyes wide as you looked at this man fall to his knees and then the floor. You could only assume he was dead and could only grip the bed sheets in pure terror.

The three of you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Having no idea how to react to what had just happened. Alyssa was the first to move, she crouched down in front of you and she was speaking but you couldn't hear. You couldn't hear anything aside from the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. She took your hands and stood you up. Taking you to the bathroom she sat you on the toilet and took off your blood stained t-shirt. She got into the bath and all you could look at -as she used the shower to wash you- was the blood. The blood was everywhere. All over the porcelain of the bath and your hands and nails and legs and feet. It was all you could see and all you could smell.

Whilst you changed your clothes in the bathroom, Alyssa and James worked in efficient silence. Washing all of the clothes and sheets with blood on them, bleaching and cleaning the floor, wiping down every surface they had touched the whole night and generally cleaning up. The two knew how serious this situation was but talking about it was acknowledging it happened and they simply weren't ready to do that.

As morning approached the three of you were sitting outside by the pool in a line and in silence. Alyssa had a hand over yours and your other hand was held in James'. Alyssa mentioned something about getting a drink and walked inside, you took a deep breath and lay backwards on the concrete, James joined you.

"Well that was fucking insane." You said finally and James let out a strained laugh.

"That's one way to put it." He replied. "I'm sorry that happened to you. I mean when he was making you uncomfortable."

"That's one way to put it." You imitated how James had said the same sentence and looked at him with a small smile. "Why did you do what you did?" You asked, after wondering for so long.

"He was going to hurt you." James looked at you and searched your eyes for annoyance or anger, assuming he had fucked up again.

"How do you know that?" You asked.

"There were these videos I found. Of him hurting women, I didn't want it to happen to you." James squeezed your hand tighter and you moved closer to him until you were nearly nose to nose.

"I was just lucky you and Alyssa were there, even after I punched him he was still going to hurt me." You sighed and closed your eyes.

"I wouldn't let that happen." James whispered and you opened your eyes, seeing him looking at your lips.

"I wouldn't let anyone hurt you either." You whispered, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

The morning air was crisp, you felt a slight chill but nothing could take your attention away from what was in front of you. James leant forward slightly and kissed you softly. It was tender. Nothing like the hurried kiss you had given him two nights previous. James put a hand on your cheek and you both turned onto your side, intertwining your legs together. When you pulled apart you sat up and just hugged one another. Nothing like a bloody murder to bring two people together…

"Awh did I miss it!" Alyssa exclaimed as she came outside.

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black-coffee-balletomane · 2 years

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genuinely might start writing fanfiction partially bc I think it might help me practice my writing skills and also equally validly bc there are a million characters I headcanon with an eating disorder that I want to read about having an eating disorder but nobody has written them yet and also I am starved (ha ha) for good writing on eating disorders, it is so often so off ughhhh

is it weird if I literally start an AO3 that only ever does ED fics? is that bad? ik there's an audience for it...

#fanfic #fanfiction #klaus hargreeves bby im lookin at you #also deffo alyssa from teotfw and i would find that so interesting to explore and it would give me a reason to rewatch #would do james too tbh #harry beltik x beth harmon

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mrs-theirin · 3 years

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hi! so in attempts to read more fanfic, i’ve decided to share some that i’ve enjoyed these past few weeks! hopefully i can continue to do this every friday :)

(a * means it’s a WIP!)

Still | TheIcyQueen / @queenofbaws - Dragon Age & FemHawke/Varric

There are plenty of things Varric and Hawke are good at: snide remarks, drinking the swill served at the Hanged Man, getting into trouble, nearly dying but still managing not to, witty one-liners…but sitting down and talking about their feelings? Eh, not so much. That goes double when the feelings in question are of a, uh, complicated nature. Or romantic. Or both. And Maker help them, but things have absolutely entered ‘both’ territory. Surely they’ll figure it out, right? Right. …right?

Hawke and Varric try to figure some stuff out. (18,796 words)

i cannot recommend this one enough. it is SO good and queenie is just so good at writing anyway......the characterization is beautiful and spot-on, the prose is fantastic, and it’s everything i could ever want in a hawke/varric fic. the ending was BEAUTIFUL and honestly the best thing i’ve read in a long time, so i’m BEGGING you to check it out

A Kirkwall Flight | Her_Madjesty - Dragon Age & FemHawke/Varric

Samplings from the Hanged Man's cocktail menu during the Era of the Champion, 9:30-9:34 Dragon. (7,584 words)

absolutely AMAZING read. i was completely astonished at the emotions this fic made me feel. each section is labeled as a drink offered at the hanged man, and each drink’s taste relates to the mood of the section. it’s BRILLIANT. i cannot praise this enough. million kudos fic right here

*half sick of shadows | @hawkeish + @veorlian - Dragon Age & Carver/Merrill

For the first time, she looked up at his face. His eyes were clear and blue as the Waking Sea, and as they locked onto hers, something warm kindled inside her chest.

“Carver?” she murmured.

Relief flooded his expression, dancing in those eyes, and he held onto her just a little too tight.

“Oh, thank the Maker,” he breathed.

Carver Hawke, once the captain of the Kirkwall Guard, has left his old life behind to return to Ferelden and become Commander of the Inquisition. But when another Hawke chooses to make the ultimate sacrifice, he’s reunited with some old friends to get her back—including a certain elf he thought he might never see again, whose arcane expertise might just save his sister. (13,797 words)

this is VERY good. can’t believe i have two mutuals who are the biggest brained people ever.....the au idea here is so cool and the writing? UGH it’s wonderful. i am enjoying it thoroughly!! the portrayal of everyone’s relationship with each other is done so well and i absolutely love it. give it a look!!!

ever I roam | gazing - The End of the F***ing World & James/Alyssa

After Alyssa’s confession, they drive. They talk. They love. (2,107 words)

BRUH if you watched teotfw you NEED to read this fic. it is SO in-character, it was a delightful read, and i enjoyed literally every second of it. i was nervous to look up teotfw fic because i thought that james’s voice would be hard to capture, but gazing did it incredibly well and i loved it

*ad coelum per amare | @elusetta - Genshin Impact & Jean/Lisa

Mondstadt Law respects Jean Gunnhildr: as both the president of the law review and a descendant of a long line of prestigious alumni, she has high standing and a higher standard to hold herself to. She's supposed to pass the bar with flying colors, become a world-class prosecutor, and spend her life carrying on the family name... but in her third year, with graduation just on the horizon, Jean runs into someone who changes everything. Someone named Lisa Minci. (24,241 words)

listen. i feel like i should preface this with I AM NOT IN THE GENSHIN IMPACT FANDOM. and yet. lucien has managed to write such a beautiful story that i literally do not care. this fic is AMAZING. the prose, the yearning, the slow burn, the EVERYTHING. i love this shit. definitely recommend this one

thanks for tuning in! hopefully i’ll see you next friday <3

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writeroutoftime · 4 years

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first fights

pairing: james (teotfw) x reader (requested by: anon)

summary: when you and james get into your first fight, harsh words are shared, and you leave, scared of your boyfriend. now he must try and make it up to you.

warnings: couple arguing (?)

words: 1640

a/n: this is another request that is so, so late, which (again) I apologize for! however, I hope that you enjoy it and that you see this, now that this is up. it is always interesting to write for james because his character can be hard to pin down sometimes, so I hope I did a good job. enjoy and have a fabulous day!

oOoOO

There hadn’t been some grand declaration of love or showy display of romance when you and James got together. Instead, it had been a quiet, yet heartful, conversation at lunch one day, and here you were five months later. Despite what everyone thought of yours and James’ relationship, it had been wonderful. Sometimes you worried that you had yet to have your first fight, but quickly dismissed the thought each time. If you and James hadn’t fought yet, you weren’t going to provoke anything.

While others criticized you for going out with the ‘freak’ of the school, you couldn’t care less. James cared for you and you cared for him. Besides, you did not find James to be a ‘freak,’ he was just extremely private and shared very little about his past. All that you knew was that he lived with his dad, and that his mum had passed away when he was younger, and you respected what James did and did not want to share with you.

Part of this secrecy was that James had yet to invite you to his house when the two of you spent afternoons after school and your days together on the weekend. Normally, you hung out at your house or at the park, but today your parents we’re hosting friends for an early dinner, and therefore, you could not go.

“Could we go to your house, today?” you asked casually as you and James walked close to each other in the hallway, fingers brushing against each other every few steps.

James tensed at your question and begin to fidget with the book curled to his chest. “Um, I don’t know. Couldn’t we just go to the park or something?” he asked.

You laughed at his suggestion, not realizing he was serious. “It’s pouring, James.” you reminded him, your statement further justified by a large clap of thunder. “Come on, I’ve never even seen your house before. Please?” you pleaded.

“Okay.” James relented and you squeezed his hand as a thanks.

oOoOo

When the two of you arrived at James’ house, he quickly ushered you inside and tried to steer you towards his room, but his success was stopped by a voice that came from the kitchen. “That you, James?”

There was a long stretch of silence before James finally answered. “Yeah.”

Suddenly, a bearded man rounded the corner who was just a bit taller than James and balding. Though the resemblance wasn’t perfect, there was enough there for you to infer that this was James’ dad.

“Who do you have with you?’ he asked cheerfully as he wiped his hands on a tea towel.

Another stretch of silence before you stepped in front of James and stuck your hand politely to shake the man’s hand. “I’m y/n, James’ – “

“Friend, my friend.” James interrupted, hurriedly and glancing down at the floor.

His dad looked between the two of you for a moment before he smiled. “Well it’s nice to meet you. I need to go and grab some things for dinner, James. I’ll be back soon, so no funny business.” he joked and walked out the door you had just come in.

Wordlessly, James lead you into the, now, vacant kitchen. “Hungry?” he asked.

“Sure.” you mumbled, not certain how to feel about what just occurred.

Neither you nor James spoke as he prepared a snack, which was normal for your relationship, but the once comfortable silence now felt heavy and awkward. Eventually, James placed the cut apple on the table, and you began to work on your homework. The only conversation came in mumbled questions about the correct answer.

When the silence became too much, you snapped. “Why did you tell your dad that I was your friend?”

James’ only response was the scratch of his pencil against paper.

“Are you ashamed to be with me?”

“No.” he mumbled.

“Do you want to end our relationship? Is this your messed-up way of telling me?” you continued to interrogate, desperate for an answer.

This caught his attention, and, finally, he looked at you incredulously. “No, that’s not it.”

His clipped responses were beginning to annoy you. “Then what is it?” you asked, exasperated. “We’ve been together nearly half a year, and this is the first time I’ve been to your house. You began, your frustration and insecurities rising to the surface.

James rose from the table and walked away from you, leaning against the counter, silent and his back turned to you.

“When I finally do meet someone in your life, you lie about the fact that we’re in a relationship!” you continued, James’ silence only egging you further. “I mean sometimes I feel as though I’m the only one putting any effort into this relationship!”

“That’s not true and you know it.” he responded, his voice low and dangerous.

His back was still towards you, and all you could see were his tensed shoulders, his fist clenched around something, and you could only guess that his facial expression matched his body language. You knew the things you said probably brought up James’ insecurities and further justified the things people said about him, but in the moment you didn’t care. You wanted him to understand how you were feeling.

“Really?” you countered, voice rising quickly. “I just don’t understand why we’re keeping this act up. I mean people whispered and warned me this would happen, but I thought you were different. Maybe I was wrong- “

“Shut up!” James shouted and slammed the object that had been clutched in his fist – a knife – into the counter.

Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help the shriek that left your lips at James’ action, which caused him to let his guard down and turn to look at you. There was a frightened looking in your eyes, which absolutely destroyed James inside.

He took a shaky step towards you. “y/n, I’m sorry,” he began.

Before he could go any further, though, you stood from your chair and began to walk backwards out of the kitchen. “I’m going home now.” you whispered, yet your voice still shook, and soon your back hit the wall.

As James tried to come closer to you, you took the chance to turn and run outside of the house, passing his father who had just returned. James, who had followed you outside, stopped as he watched your figure retreat down the street, despite the pouring rain. While every instinct he had told him to follow you, he knew he was probably the last person you wanted to see. Dejectedly, James turned back into his house and locked himself in his room, ignoring his father’s question.

oOoOo

Days passed and you ignored every call and text James sent you, and you pretended he didn’t exist each time he attempted to talk to you and school. The separation killed both of you, and made you wonder if your relationship would last. Who would have guessed your first fight would’ve ended like this?

Eventually, James had had enough and went to your house with flowers. It was your parent who opened the door, and they gave him a harsh look. While you did not share all the details about your fight with James, they knew something bad had happened between you both.

“May I see y/n?” he asked, the flowers at his side, lamely.

Before he could be turned away, you appeared in the door and gave your parent a look, and stepped outside with James, the door closed behind you. Awkwardly, you stood in front of your boyfriend (if you could still call him that), with your arms crossed and eyes trained on the ground.

James figured you wouldn’t be the first to speak, so he took a chance. “What I did was inexcusable, y/n. You have no idea how hurt I was when I saw you afraid of me. It was like every terrible thing people have whispered about me came true in that moment. Ever since you ran out, I haven’t been able to get the mental image of you, terrified, out of my mind.

It’s just that everything you said hit home for me, which doesn’t excuse my response.” he hurried to add on. “I know I’m rubbish at sharing details about my life, and I know I don’t always let you know how much you mean to me, but you do mean a lot. And I didn’t say anything to my dad because I wanted our relationship to be just the two of us. The more people who know, the greater the chance I have at losing you. I know, it’s stupid. Just another insecurity of mine, I guess.” James rambled, his voice getting softer towards the end of his impromptu speech.

“I’m sorry.” he finally admitted, looking you in the eyes.

For a moment, James was fearful that this was the end, but your gentle voice filled the room seconds later. “I’m sorry too, James. I said, awful, horrible things to you. Things that I don’t think are true.” you said as you grasped for an explanation for your horrid behavior. “My own insecurities got in the way, and instead of talking to you about them, I let them build and build until I snapped.” you said as a few tears ran down your cheeks.

“I truly am sorry, James.” you continued. “Is there any way you could forgive me?”

James gave you a soft smile at your question. “Yeah. Long as you can forgive me.” he said but left the statement open-ended like a question.

Nodding quickly, you wrapped your arms around James and just let him hold you. No words were needed and, once more, the silence between you both was comfortable and familiar. With your first fight in the past, your relationship was stronger than ever.

#james teotfw imagine #james teotfw x reader #teotfw imagine #teotfw #the end of the ***ing world fanfic #the end of the f***ing world #james x reader

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delicrieux · 4 years

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Fluff:2 Kisses: 16 for James (End of the F***ing World)? Thanks babe💛🌞

🥺 james....

list, prompts 2&16: “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” / Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

The instructions were clear: listen to the music, close your eyes, dance like no one is watching. And perhaps that did happen — you can neither confirm nor deny James’ participation (or lack thereof) because your eyes were most definitely shut tightly — though once you were out of breath and blushed and a bit dizzy from alcohol, you glanced at him and found him stood still, cheeks like red apples.

“What?” You ask, a bit harsh, a bit breathless. He blinks owishly, scratching the back of his head, at a loss of words, “Why are you jus’ standin’ there?” You continue your tirade of questions, arms crossed over your chest, “You fuckin’ red like you’re on fire. You have a fever or somethin’?” You take a step closer, your hand reaching to touch his forehead but he slaps your it away.

“I’m fine.” He says quietly.

He is not fine.

You raise your eyebrows, a ghost of a smile on your lips, “Don’t fuckin’ tell me you’re blushin’, James.” You tease. He visibly deflates. You laugh, “Well? Are you?” You continue to pester him, trying to avoid the rapid beats of your heart, the ever growing nervous tickle im the back of your throat, “Is there a reason?”

Please say it’s because of me.

He gulps and his Adam’s apple bobs as he does, glances away, tries to think of an answer that would satisfy you. His silence makes you squeamish and the music doesn’t help either. You wish he would say something. Anything, really. Even an insult. Tell you to stop fucking prying all the time. You can’t help it, though. Quiet people are hard to read and James is particularly difficult. He’s still silent, lost in thought.

“Say somethin’.” You bark, frowning, so anxious you might have an attack. Your hands land on his cheeks and you make him look at you, “Hellooo...” Though upon noting the look in his eyes, the strange mixture of want and softness, your own tone looses the sharp edge it had. “Anyone... home?” You finish in a murmur, not quite certain, hopeful.

His lips crash onto yours and suddenly you don’t mind the silence. His hands snake around your waist and then drop and then find their way back as if he is unsure of what he’s doing. You’re unsure, too. You would never admit it. Nor how happy he makes you.

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softsliders29 · 4 years

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Ice Skating (James x Alyssa)

Hello, here’s a fic I wrote and a link to my AO3 account where I’ve written a few more fics. I’m also taking requests, so if you want me to write a specific pic, let me know! I write/can write for a lot more fandoms then just TEOTFW. Anyway, hope you like the fic and all of the other fics on my account!

Alyssa thought it would be a fun idea to go ice skating. It was December and it seemed like a cliche couple thing to do, but she felt like they deserved it. James had agreed, much to her surprise. So they headed out on a Saturday afternoon in the freezing cold.

The rink they went to was an indoor one and there were quite a few people there. Some were couples like them but some were actually practicing. They both put on skates and went out on the ice.

Within a few seconds of touching the ice, Alyssa fell.

“Are you okay?” James asked, helping her up quickly. She waved her hand in dismissal.

“I’m fine. Just let me hold onto you.” She said, looping her arm with his. James didn’t say anything and they slowly made their way around the rink. Eventually, Alyssa had gained enough courage to let go of James and didn’t fall.

Meanwhile, James was flawlessly skating along. He looked so elegant, she thought. So happy, truly enjoying the feeling. He had even managed to do a few jumps successfully.

Alyssa had stood over by the side of the rink at that point, entranced by James’ skills. He made his way back over to her when he had noticed she wasn’t with him anymore. She continued to stare until he stopped beside her.

“You’re amazing!” Alyssa exclaimed. James looked like a deer in headlights.

“What? No that was nothing. I’m not that good.” James tried to convince her.

“I can barely keep myself from falling on my ass and you’re doing Olympic level spins.” Alyssa playfully punched his shoulder.

“It’s not really that hard once you get your footing.” He said. Alyssa rolled her eyes.

“Then maybe you’ll just have to teach me.” She took his hand and they headed back on the ice.

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blackdahlia-parker · 4 years

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Send fanfiction requests for:

If you wish :) please don’t be shy 💓

• James (teotfw)

• Chase Hudson (TikTok)

• Tom Holland/Peter Parker (Mcu)

There aren’t many fanfictions on James and chase so yeah ❤️ hopefully I’ll be able to write what you requested but don’t take it to heart if I don’t please. I’m quite busy with school and stuff but I enjoy writing so need some inspiration ✌🏽💓.

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teotfwsource · 5 years

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Okay so I've seen that the tag for teotfw is pretty dead here, as well as in ao3, which makes me very sad as it's such a great show. So I thought maybe we could organise a Big Bang for it?

If you don't know what that is, basically a group of fans of a certain thing agree to write and draw a piece of fanart/fanfic during a certain time and for a certain date, and then publish it all together, creating a "big bang" of content. So, to bring back to life this small fandom we could do that!

Everyone can apply to artist/writer, no matter how much experience you have! I'd only need to see if there were people interested. So if you want to participate, like or comment on this to let me know!

Much love💕

#the end of the f***ing world #teotfw #netflix #the end of the fucking world #alyssa #james #jessica barden #alex lawther #big bang #fandom #fanfic #fanart

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jon-astronaut · 4 years

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1&6 for fanfiction ask 👀👀❤️

thank youuu for the questioooons! and sorry for answering lateee!

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

i don’t even want to say it but...it was glee. this used to be a massive glee blog, i used to write glee fanfiction, i was naive and i was 13.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

oh this is gonna be a long list. just gonna skip skamverse i mean i ship almost all couples except some version of noorhelm and some versions of joneva.

also just writing the fandoms i have an otp in.

percy jackson - percabeth (obviously)

b99 - jake and amy (i don’t want to talk about b99 anymore just #acab)

peaky blinders - tommy and grace

stranger things - hopper and joyce

elite - omar and ander, nadia and guzman

euphoria - jules and rue

superstore - amy and jonah

anne with an e - anne and gilbert

good omens - aziraphle and crowley

my mad fat diary - finn and rae

new girl - schmidt and cece, nick and jess

parks and rec - leslie and benn

sense8 - amanita and nomi, wolfgang and kala, lito and hernando

good place - eleanor and chidi, janet and jason

the newsroom - don and sloan

harry potter - james and lily, ron and hermione

roswell new mexico - michael and alex

teotfw - alyssa and james, normal people - marianne and connel (these are grouped together cause the shows are literally about these couples)

send me fanfic questions!

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lavender-romancer · 5 years

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can you do a teotfw james x female reader with the angst 9A + 8B

“don’t lie to me”

“did you ever love me?”

”*°•.˜”*°•. ˜”*°•. ˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

He was supposed to be your forever, the constant force in your life that held you up but he’d lied, he’d lied for a long time about his initial intentions with you. James scared you now, he scared you more than any partner should ever frighten their significant other and you didn’t understand how you still loved him

“Why do you have a knife, James?” You anxiously stepped away from your boyfriend after spotting the weapon lodged in his sock.

“I-it’s not what it looks like!” He spluttered nervously but you stepped away from him.

“Were you… were you going to hurt me?” Tears began to form in your eyes, the betrayal and fear consuming your body.

“I would never.” He tried to reach out to you but you shrunk away from him causing a sharp pang of rejection to form in James’ chest.

“You-you were going to hurt me. Why the fuck else would you have a knife!” You yelled and he started to tear up too.

“Y/n, I would never hurt you. Ever, I love you.” James pleaded and it made you feel sicker because you were still in love with him too.

“I thought you cared about me, I thought you wanted me but I was just another one of your projects, wasn’t I? You’ve killed animals before, no matter if you were young so I bet you wanted to see what killing a human would be like didn’t you.” Your lip quivered and you hugged yourself.

James was silent, he knew that you knew and he didn’t know how to tell you that he still loved you even if he was some sick bastard who initially wanted to kill you for the ‘feeling’.

“The silence means I’m right.” You stated and another silence fell, only filled with the sound of you picking up your car keys.

“Your assumptions, they’re not right!” He yelled as you walked towards the door

“Don’t lie to me, James. You owe me that,” You paused, contemplating “I’ll be back later this week to pick up my stuff, I’m going to live with my mum.”

“Please don’t leave, I’m begging you to not leave.” James was crying just as much as you as he took your hand, “I do love you, no matter what you think. That will never change.”

“I don’t want your love if it means that I have to endure this.” Then you slammed the door.

Today, you had to get your belongings from your previously shared apartment. It was something that you had been worrying about for the past three weeks and you weren’t sure if you were ready to see him, but you needed him out of your life.

Knocking on to the door, you took a shaky breath in and twiddled your fingers anxiously you also noted your foot softly tapping on the ground- you hadn’t done this since secondary school when you had exam stress.

“Y/n?” You heard it, it was strained and whispered. Looking up, it was James and suddenly you stepped back. Unable to look at him or be close to him.

“I have… I have to go. I’m sorry. This was a mistake.”

“Please don’t go.” He ran after you and caught your hand to stop you. Closing your eyes you relaxed your hand and held his. You still needed him, through all of this shit you still wanted him and wanted to be with him and you hated yourself but you were convinced he would never hurt you.

“Okay.” Looking up at him you let tears form in your eyes.

Sitting down in your old sitting room felt wrong, James brought you tea with shaking hands and you smiled weakly at him not knowing how much it meant to you. James sat close to you, not knee to knee but closer than you expected and it made you on edge slightly but, you picked up his hand and held it in yours as you both silently drank your tea. Both with no idea what to do next.

“Did you ever love me?” You eventually asked quietly.

“What kind of a question is that?”

“It makes a whole lot of fucking sense to me, James.” You pulled your hand out of his and silence broke again.

“Of course- of course, I did, I do. I don’t know how to show you or how to- to make you understand.” James broke the silence and you wished he hadn’t as hearing that he loved you made this a whole lot harder.

“Then how can I know it’s true, James? I love you and I fucking showed it day in and day out and you felt it, I know you did. You were going to hurt me and I think I knew all along that you didn’t love me and there was some other motive.” You abruptly put down your tea and it sloshed out the sides of the mug.

“I’m not lying I love-”

“Stop fucking lying!” You yelled and he sighed, he knew it was too late for you, “I’m getting my stuff and I’m leaving because I don’t deserve you and don’t deserve to be so hung up on someone who never felt the same as I did.”

“You’re never going to believe me but I will always love you and I’ll never find someone else. I don’t- I don’t know how to show it or how to make you feel loved or how to make you want me or us or this, whatever this is. I wasn’t going to hurt you, It’s an old habit you hadn’t picked up on, it makes me feel safe to have the knife with me. You know what I did when I was younger and when I was a teenager I did want to hurt a human to know what it felt like but I don’t feel that anymore.” He reached out to you and you let him take your hands, James’ hands seemed to shake and you tried to steady them.

“I don’t know how to do this again.” You told him quietly and James bowed his head.

“Maybe it’s too much to start again.” James sighed but it was coming to a point where even he was beginning to admit he had to let you go. Looking at his face you only just realised how broken he looked, his red-rimmed eyes with heavy under-eyes, his clothes had obviously been worn for the last few days and he looked small as if he was trying to make himself small. You could tell he was feeling anxious and out of place even though this was his flat.

“I think it’s best if I get my things now.” So you left and you didn’t come back, he didn’t try to find you and that was that.

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writeroutoftime · 4 years

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you’re safe with me

pairing: james x reader (requested by: anon)

summary: james is protective of you when bonnie wants revenge

warnings: season 2 spoilers, swearing, guns, hostage situation

words: 1990

a/n: this was a good challenge for me because I feel that james’ character is tricky to write for, so I hope I got it correct. also, to the anon, I hope this is what you wanted with your request, but if not please let me know. other than that, feel free to request, enjoy, and have a fabulous day!

oOoOo

If you thought you life was fucked up two years ago, you were sorely mistaken because this was much worse. After all that had happened, all you, your boyfriend, James, and Alyssa had wanted was to start over, and put the past behind you. However, it seemed as though fate or whatever the hell you wanted to call it had different ideas.

It all started after you and James had dropped Alyssa back off at the shitty excuse for a town she lived in now, and you two had begun to drive off to, finally, lay James’ dad to rest. Before you could leave town, however, you watched Bonnie speed past in a car of her own, seemingly headed towards the diner Alyssa worked in.

“Maybe she’s really hungry.” James shrugged, but quickly shut his mouth because both of you knew that was a shitty reason.

Hesitantly, James drove even further away from Alyssa, but as he did so the only thing that ran through your minds were the strange mannerisms and actions Bonnie had demonstrated while see had been with the three of you over the past couple of days. Her secretive nature, the flat tire, the issue at the pharmacy, the way she talked about her boyfriend and so many more. It finally clicked in your mind: it was Bonnie who had sent the bullets to you, James, and Alyssa!

James seemed to have the same realization too because he pulled off the road, suddenly and with a loud screech. He looked over at you with fear in his eyes and reached over to grab your hand, though you weren't sure if it was more so to comfort you or comfort himself. The only thing that didn’t add up was Bonnie’s motive. What had the three of you done to evoke this kind of rage?

That thought was quickly pushed out of your mind as you realized what Bonnie was after as she sped past you. “James! We have to go back for Alyssa, I’m sure Bonnie is heading there now!” you all but screamed.

Without a response, James turned the car around and sped back towards the diner to save Alyssa from whatever Bonnie had planned. Once you got there, James suggested that you lay low until Bonnie actually showed herself, which you agreed to. It took a couple hours, but eventually, once night had fallen, the customers slowly dwindled, and Alyssa became the last employee left at the diner. It wasn’t until James tapped your shoulder to wake your from your near sleep-state that you saw Bonnie walk into the diner.

“I’m going to sneak in the back and try to get Alyssa out of there. You go and call the police on that payphone over there, then come back and wait for Alyssa and I in the car.” James told you, ready to get out of the car.

Before he could open the car door, you grabbed his wrist. “Do you really think I’m going to leave you alone in there with her?” you demanded, angry that James wanted to sideline you. “I’ll call the police, but then I’m going to go in the back entrance. My name was on a bullet too, this is my fight too.” you told him.

“(y/n), please. I don’t want to - I won’t - see you hurt. For my sanity, if not for your own safety, please stay in the car.” he pleaded with you, his eyes soft and sad.

One look in his eyes and your resolve weakened a bit and you let go of James’ hand. “Okay. I’ll call the police and then go back to the car.” you told him and kissed his cheek softly.

James nodded his head in thanks and offered you a smile small of reassurance, then opened the car door and ducked down to sneak into the kitchen of the diner. You waited a minute or before you also exited the car and made your way to the payphone that stood just below the window line of the diner.

“Hello, hello?” you whispered once someone picked up on the other line. “Please, you have to help us, there’s an emergency!” you tried to explain, but the service was spotty and all you got as a response was broken words and static.

Frustrated, you slammed the phone back on the receiving and ran your hands down your face. After a moment, you carefully peaked through the window to try and see if James had gotten Alyssa out of the situation. Instead, what you saw was Bonnie’s back and Alyssa, who looked frightened and unsure of what to do; not the strong, abrasive girl she normally was. As you looked in at the scene, you realized you had a decision to make: go back to the car like your promised James or go and help protect your boyfriend and your friend from Bonnie.

It wasn’t a hard to decision to make as you ducked back down and ran as fast as possible to the back door. Luckily, the door made no creaks or moans as you opened and closed it to enter the kitchen area. A quick glance of the backroom told you James was sitting against the grill, two knives in his hand, and you crawled, quietly, to where he was.

Once you sat on the ground next to him, James looked at you with a fury in his eyes you had never seen before. He tried to push you back towards the door, but you resisted and silently told him you weren’t going anywhere. He rolled his eyes, but handed you a knife for protection anyways. The plan was too disarm Bonnie, who had a gun, before she could hurt Alyssa. As you listened Alyssa try to talk Bonnie down, you noticed another knife on the oven across from you, and you reached your arm out to try and grab the handle for better defense.

Right as your hand grazed the handle of the knife, it became unbalanced and clatter to the ground, which rung out loudly throughout the whole diner. Fear gripped your heart in a tight hold and you pushed your back against the grill again, and squeezed James’ hand out of habit.The only sound you heard, besides your heavy breathing, were footsteps, which you assumed belonged to Bonnie, before she spoke.

“I see you two, get out here.” she demanded. “And drop those knives.” she added as an afterthought.

Slowly, you and James stood up and made your way out to the main area of the diner, where Alyssa sat at the end of a booth bench. James stood next to the empty both, and you, reluctantly, sat down at the end of the other booth bench.

“Unbelievable.” Alyssa muttered, deflecting her fear as anger.

James looked towards the floor. “Sorry.” he mumbled, though it was more to you than it was to Alyssa.

The conversation turned dark quickly as Bonnie explained she planned to shoot the three of you for murdering her boyfriend - Clive Koch. The same fear from before continued to grip at your heart as you realized these could be the last few minutes of your life. The only comforting thought that ran through your mind was that James was by your side. He made you feel safe, more willing to accept your death that was sure to come soon.

Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help the few tears that slipped down your face as Bonnie shook the gun every few seconds for emphasis. James saw this and slowly moved his hand to squeeze yours as a last ditch attempt to comfort you and district you from your fate. Bonnie must have seen this because she stopped her rant in the middle of her sentence and turned to face James.

“Have you ever had the person you love murdered?” she questioned, the rage in her eyes unmistakable.

“N-no.” James stuttered and involuntarily glanced in your direction.

Bonnie nodded with a slight smirk and before any of you could react, she grabbed ahold of you and wrapped her arm around you in a tight grip, her gun pressed harshly against your head. “Well change of plans.” she said as you tried to wiggle out of her grip. “I’m going to shoot her right in front of you so you can live with the pain I feel.” Bonnie explained.

With those words, your tears fell faster and more frequent as you realized there was nothing James or Alyssa could do to save you without endangering themselves, and you didn’t want that. Out of pure instinct, you glanced over at James who looked absolutely broken.

“Please, Bonnie, don’t do this.” James pleaded, and though he tried to look strong, you could see his confidence waivered.

“H-he loved me, and you all took him from me! You killed him!” she shouted, her own voice shaky as emotions bubbled up, but her grip on remained strong.

There was a desperation in James’ eyes as he rushed to answer Bonnie. “I-I killed him. It was me, not Alyssa, not (y/n), me! (y/n) wasn’t even in the room when I killed him, she’s innocent. Please let her go” James explained as he tried any possible avenue to keep you out of harm’s way.

He had told Bonnie the truth; you were nowhere near Koch when James had killed him. At the time he tried to attack Alyssa, you had been in the bathroom washing up from the day’s events. It hadn’t been until you heard the thud of a body hit the ground that you knew what had even happened. Besides being in the house when it occurred, you had no connection to the actual murder itself.

“It’s true.” you whispered, hoping Bonnie could be reasoned with.

“People deserved to be punished, and that’s what I’m going to do to you.” she said with a finality that made you sob.

The gun was pressed harder against your head and you couldn’t help the ugly sobs that escaped your lips. Everything you knew was about to end and there was nothing you, Alyssa, or James could do about. The thought that kept running through your mind was James. You didn’t want to leave him alone, but he would have Alyssa with him if you died. He’d be alright, right?

As these thoughts swirled through your head, you missed the conversation that James and Alyssa had with Bonnie as they slowly brought her to understand the truth that none of this would help anything. Nothing registered in your mind until Bonnie loosened her grip on you, then shoved you so hard that you landed on the floor with a thump and immediately curled in on yourself for protection.

“What do I do now?” you heard Bonnie ask.

“I don’t know.” Alyssa admitted to the girl.

What came next was a blur as the tears continued to stream down your face and hold yourself tightly to remind yourself that you were okay and that you were, in fact, alive. A few moments later, there was a presence by your side and you flinched away before you realized it was James. One look at him and you flung yourself into his arms and buried your face in his chest.

“Shhh.” he tried to calm you as he pressed kisses to your hair hesitantly. “It’s all over now. You’re okay, you’re safe with me.” he promised.

Even as you heard the sirens wail outside, you stayed tucked in James’ arms as you tried to recover from the traumatic event you just were apart of. Eventually, your sobs faded into a quiet sniffle and James led you outside when the police asked you to step out of the diner. For the rest of the night, you stayed connected to James side because he was right. As long as you were with him, you would be safe.

#teotfw #james teotfw imagine #teotfw imagine #james teotfw x reader #the end of the f***ing world #the end of the ***ing world fanfic #james x reader

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