#james teotfw imagines

[lavender-romancer]

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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Imagine: taking a night walk with James

Fandom: The End Of The F***ing World

A/N: I didn't expect to ever write this fic, but then I woke up from a dream about James one day and decided to write down the idea. Hope you like it!

You meet James in the park near your house. You didn't plan it though; it was supposed to be one of your lonely walks that you go on when you can't sleep. It doesn't particularly surprise you when you see the boy there, sitting alone on one of the benches you walk by. James seems just the type to be on his own in the empty park at night, even if initially he startles you a little.

You quickly calm down, so when he asks you:

"Hey, Y/N. Would you mind if I joined you?"

you respond:

"Not at all."

Having James by your side doesn't change much. He doesn't strike the conversation and since you're not in a mood for one either, you don't bother him. You're still wandering around in silence, able to be lost in your own thoughts, only now you have company.

After a while of walking alongside James you realise how ambiguous he makes you feel. Being accompanied by someone you know should make you feel safe, but you can't shake off a mild sense of danger. Sure, meeting him where you met him wasn't particularly surprising, but can you really know his true intentions?

Together you reach the main gate of the park. You instinctively stop and say:

"I'm getting tired. I should get back home."

"Okay."

"You don't need to go with me though."

"Okay. I'll go back home too."

You exit the park, leaving James behind, and soon reach your home. Once you're on your own, you can finally breathe again, feeling strangely secure. At the same time you start to wish to meet him again, although preferably not in the same circumstances. There must be something that made James want to walk with you, and maybe it could be good to figure out what it is.

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James//one stupid mistake can change everything

Request: Omg can you write something about James from eotfw?? I love him. I don’t really have any request ideas tho :( x

hey! i had no ideas either, but then i thought of something and here it is! enjoy!! 

Now that James has finally caught up with you, the two of you stood a good two feet apart, solidifying just how badly the date had gone, he can’t help but think about the mistakes that led him to this moment. 

However, it’s hard for him to distinguish between what actions were right and wrong. 

Punching his dad? That one’s easy and he still carries the guilt around with him. It walks beside him in place of where his dad should be. 

But running away with Alyssa? Now that’s where it gets more complicated. Because he loves her, maybe not in the way he used to, or even in the way he thought he would forever, but he still does. Which is probably why he agreed to go on this date in the first place.

Everything that’s happened gets mixed up together until it’s one giant blur with just a few standalone points, most of which still cause him to wake up in the night with a start. The murder and the dancing, the kissing and running, the shooting and everything else. 

He was young lost and broken back then, and now he’s just lost and broken. Or at least that’s what he thinks. 

Which is why when Alyssa heard that his neighbour had slipped her number underneath his front door, she’d practically flirted with you for him. Stealing his phone and locking herself in the bathroom, only emerging when he had a date and she wore a smug smile for the rest of the day. 

For a second, he felt good. The past few months had been spent exchanging shy smiles and flirty, yet still somehow awkward greetings. And sometimes, if one of you were feeling brave, you’d knock on the others door and come up with a lame excuse as to why you were stood there. However, there’s only so many times you can say you’ve ran out of sugar before it starts to become unbelievable. And so for a brief moment, he feels hope bloom in his chest, settling itself right next to the warmth that resides there whenever he thinks about you. 

But then he remembered who he was, who he still is. 

To you, he’s just James from next door. The guy that plays depressing music at 2am and who helps Mrs Johnson carry her shopping up to their floor.

To everyone else, he’s James the murderer, the kidnapper and the orphan. Only one of those is 100% true, but the other two still linger and drag him down whenever he thinks about them for too long. 

How you don’t know who he is, he’ll never understand. He’s been popping up in the news every so often for the past 7 years. ‘Where are they now’s?’ accompanied by blurry pictures taken by strangers that think they’re doing the world a favour by exposing where they are, when in reality they’re just slicing open old wounds and shoving salt in them. 

He’s even heard the news of an ITV drama being made to re-tell the whole tragic ordeal, with the only upside being that Tom Holland is rumoured to play him. Now that, he might watch. 

And so as the date got closer, the anxiety grew until...nothing. 

Alyssa had basically forced him to go out with you after witnessing the shy glances and lingered looks as he would watch you walk into your flat. 

She’d trail behind the two of you while walking the stairs and take note of the natural yet timid conversations and barely there touches. 

And finally, she’d hear how he would talk about you. Alyssa knows James’ ‘i’m so in love with her i can barely think straight’ look, and he had it bad. So he was going on that date even if she had to tie him to a chair in La Amore herself. 

He was sure he would be recognised as soon as he left his apartment, and his heart ached at the thought of you being dragged into his life. 

But it never came. He waited with bated breath all through dinner, and that was the reason it all went wrong. 

It wasn’t some random middle aged woman that ruined his chances with you by telling you his dark past. 

No, it was him and that fact that he can’t shake the fear that clings to every part of him. 

It stopped him from telling you how beautiful you looked when you opened the door back at home. It stopped the conversations and nervous flirting that usually occurred between the two of you.

Somehow it always finds a way to ruin a new aspect of his life. 

Which is why he’s stood in front of you, panting and leaning against a post box while you stare at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised and a hand on your hip while you wait for him to catch his breath. 

“I’m sorry.” He stutters out and you shift your weight from one foot to the other. 

“It’s fine.” You shrug and readjust the bag on your shoulder. “But you didn’t have to text me if you didn’t like me you know? I would have been perfectly fine with just being your friend.” You huff and will away the tears that are threatening to spill. 

With one last look, you wipe your eyes and spin on your heal. ready to go home and crawl into bed. But a gentle hand on your wrist makes you stop and slowly turn, your sad eyes meeting his pleading ones. 

“Please...let me explain.” He says and you furrow your brows. He looks genuinely afraid, and your expression softens, despite still being a little pissed at him. 

“Fine.” You relax a little and take a step towards him, a cue for him to continue. His hand remains on your wrist, and when he notices it he quickly drops it, leaving a coldness you’re not quite ready for. 

“I don’t even know where to start.” He chuckles nervously. “Okay, when I was seventeen, I got into some trouble.” He says and you narrow your eyes at him. 

“What kind of trouble?” 

“...murder.” He whispers and your eyes widen. “Well, technically manslaughter.” He adds quickly but your expression remains the same. “But it’s really not what you think. You know that girl that’s usually around?” 

“Alyssa?” You reply hesitantly and he nods. 

“We ran away together and broke into a man’s house, and when he came back home he found Alyssa and tried to attack her because he’d done the same thing to other girls and so I killed him before he could do anything. We covered it up, robbed a petrol station and locked the manager in the bathroom, but she did deserve it. We ran to Alyssa’s dads, who she hadn’t seen in years, he told the police where we were and I got shot.” He finishes and offers you an awkward smile. 

“What?” You ask blankly and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, not really sure what to say next. 

“Oh, and the guy that I...you know. His ‘girlfriend’ tracked us down, sent us bullets in the post and tried to kill us.” He quickly adds and you blink. “I know what you’re thinking, I’d be thinking the same thing. But I do really like you. Our conversations play on a loop in my head. I can’t sleep until I’ve heard your front door close. I turn up the songs I’ve heard you singing along to and to be honest, you’re the only person that makes me feel normal. For the past week I’ve been worrying that somebody is going to tell you who I am and ruin everything before I’ve even had a chance. But I’m the one who’s fucked it up, and Alyssa is going to kil- be really annoyed with me when I tell her what happened.” 

“Do you regret it?” You ask simply, your expression curious and he blinks a few times before scrambling for an answer. 

“Parts of it, yeah.” He nods and you’re genuinely surprised by his answer. “I wish I never did anything bad, but then again, who knows what would have happened to Alyssa, or any other girls that may have had the misfortune of running into him if I hadn’t done what I did.” He shrugs and you nod. “It’s shit.” He laughs bitterly, “But there’s nothing I can do to change it so I just have to figure out how to be a better person everyday.” He sighs and a soft smile ghosts your lips. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” He repeats. 

“So, do you wanna go back to the restaurant or we could just walk around for a bit if you want?” 

“How are you so calm right now?” 

“I believe you’re a good man, who’s made some mistakes in the past but is spending every day trying to make up for it. And believe it or not, I actually like you.” You smirk and nudge his arm lightly. “So, are you ready?” You hold your hand out to him and uncertainty flickers through his eyes as he looks at it. 

But then he looks at you, and your smile gives him the answer he’s been looking for. 

He’s made a lot of mistakes most of which he regrets, but they’ve all lead him here, to you, and that’s something he could never regret. 

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Love, Actually - A reimaging of the "love, actually" notecard scene (but not creepy!)

John B

You and Me Against the World - In a rare moment of privacy, you and John B discuss all the things you’re going to do with your share of the gold

Outlander

Reuniting with Jamie Would Include...

Outerbanks

JJ Dating an Introverted!Kook Would Include...

Taking Care of John B When He’s Hurt Would Include...

Umbrella Academy 

Dating Diego Would Include... 

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[juniperdandelion]

Here’s the thing: no matter how much you hate someone, you can’t get the people around you to feel the same about them. Yes, they hurt you and betrayed you and made you so much less than what you’re actually worth (don’t believe them, you’re so fucking cool) but no one else knows that side of them. And even if you tell them and they say they feel sorry for them, that won’t stop them from laughing at that little asshole. Yes, you know what a fucker they are but you can’t change anyone else’s opinion about them; they will have to experience that themselves. I know, brutally honest and so painful after everything that asshole already did to you but it will save you hours that I’ve wasted getting mad at so many people for not seeing what a little manipulator they really are. It’s frustrating, yes, but the best thing you can do is grow from that persons toxic traits and get over what an asshole they are. Then you won’t care how smitten people are for them. Yeah, when they make a joke and half the room laughs, roll your eyes so hard, the earth shakes but don’t expect the people to understand just how much they hurt you. Pain can’t be artificially produced and not even pity makes people see what you consider to be obvious. You’re so amazing and that’s literally all that matters <3

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[imagine-rose-writes]

IMAGINE: [TEOTFW]

Going with James to get some therapy so he can finally heal

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[delicrieux]

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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[imagineitup]

tranquility : james teotfw x reader

a/n : i got inspired to write a short imagine and i love this show so much so maybe i’ll write more? lmk what you think it’d mean the world xx

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It’s early morning when you hear a knock, and James slides open the glass door, holding a mug in his hands.  

“It’s cold,” James says, a hesitant smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “and I thought you might want something to drink.”  He holds the mug towards you, his hands slightly trembling from both the chill and the strain of holding something especially warm.  “It’s tea.  Earl gray.”

You take the mug from him, grateful.  Your fingers accidentally bump against his and send butterflies tumbling in your stomach.  “Thanks, James.”

He nods.  There’s a moment where he opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, but then he pauses.  “Yeah.  I’ll erm, just...”  His mouth flattens off to the side, and he stiffens, beginning to turn back to the house.  

Panic jolts you forward.  “Wait.”

James stops immediately, whirling around.  He’s a mixture of hopeful and compliant all at once.  “Yes?”

“You can stay if you want.”

The smile that spreads across James’ face makes you want to melt, just a little bit.  Well, maybe a lot.  

He nods his head slightly, then awkwardly motions towards the inside of the house.  “I’ll be right back.”

He’s true to his word, and returns minutes later with a blanket and another mug of tea.  You laugh as he clumsily wraps the blanket around your shoulders, then mutters a quiet, ‘fuck it’, and softly presses his lips to the temple of your forehead.

It’s surprising on so many levels, and you look up at him, shocked.

“Is this, is this okay?”  He starts stammering, going rigid.  “Alyssa said --”

You grin, nudging him with your shoulder and leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek.  “It’s fine, James.”

It turns out James really likes the simple moments in life.  Like this.

You can tell by the way the lines around his eyes soften as the breeze twists past his hair and blusters around the tip of his nose, and by the way his smile actually reaches his eyes when your shoulder nudges against his.

“I really like this,” James says, finally.  He turns to look at you, and he’s oh, so sincere.  “Spending time with you.”

You smile at him, and James clears his throat, fiddling with his hands.  

“Just you,” he clarifies.

“Me, too.  No one makes tea like you, you know,” you tease.

James laughs.  It’s something you think you could listen to forever.  “I could make tea for you forever.”  His eyes widen, and he looks at you, panicked.  “Well, erm, only if you want.”

Fuck.  You’re falling hard.

“I’d like that.”

James smiles, the relief evident in his expression.  “Me, too.”

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[bowieandqueen11]

Okay / James TEOTFW Imagine

Request: visiting james from teotfw in the hospital & helping him throughout his whole recovery process 

I finished season 2 a couple of days ago and oof <3

Warning, some strong language!

You sit in the cold steel chair, silence swirling in the air as the hospital beeps echo through the sterile white walls. You sit, shaking head in your hands, afraid to close your eyes for even a moment in fear of hearing the gunshot that rebounds into your ears like someone driving pointed screwdrivers into your skull. Sitting by his side, your breath becomes laboured as your foot taps against the floor with dull thuds, beginning to sync in time with the soft beep of the machine that hooks up to James’s heartbeat. Staring solemnly at your boyfriend, the tubes winding around his body and entangling him in their spider’s web seem, in that moment, even more of a death sentence.

‘Will he be able to walk?’

The doctor had the posture of a soldier. Every action she took was precise and purposeful. Behind the gun-metal spectacles her eyes were as grey as the washed-out bed sheets and the lines around her mouth gave no indication that she ever lost herself in laughter. All fake smiles. You’d rather she wasn’t there. You just wanted to be alone again, like it used to be.

Clasping his file once again to the bottom of the bed, she turns to you with regarded disdain, turning her nose up slightly.

‘What was that?’

‘I said, will he ever be fucking able to walk again.’ 

‘If you use that language in this place of healing, young madam, I’ll get Tony to kick you out.’

‘Will he?’

‘...Probably.’

You don’t notice her leave. You don’t notice his dad come in, all laughs to hide the sobs as you sit uncomfortably far away from him, answering his ‘how have you been’s and ‘he’ll be okay’s with curt nods and awkward half smiles. All you can focus on is the blood that soaks against his adhesive bandage like-, like when the two of you-

You’d like for him to wake up now, please.

~

‘Would you like a yogurt?’

You slide it back along the table until it bumps against the other one, shaking your head at James but unable to meet his eye. It was still too painful, still feeling in your heart that it was your fault, that if you hadn’t come across that house the two of you wouldn’t be on the run and-

‘It’s good to see you, Y/n. I wasn’t sure if your mum would allow you to come.’

‘You know… I had a panic attack during the way in. Honestly, I thought I’d be the one that died before I reached you. God knows I deserve it.’

James lifts his head a little, the wheelchair squeaking with his movement, a stupid smile gracing his face until he sees how serious you look. Then he starts to become panicked

‘You don’t deserve it, Y/n. You don’t.’

Come on James, now is the time to tell her.

‘It’s been so quite in here, you know. Deafening, even. But at least you’ll be walking again soon, and then we can get the fuck away from here. Just got to fix up that massive fucking hole in your side.’

As if on cue, the pain throbs in James’s guts; it’s deep and warm, but not in a nice way. It feels like someone has their hand in there and are squeezing his organs either gently or as hard as they can. When it wanes he can move, when it returns he can only hold still and breathe, breathe slow and deep until it has passed, as if nails were rustling around in there. He barely feels your hand slowly snake over the rickety old beige hospital table as well, glad his dad had gone to give the two of you a bit of privacy until he feels skin rub against his burn scars. Your thumb seems to hesitate in the air for a moment before landing down against the back of the scarred tissue, doing figure eights over his goosebumps in order to try and calm yourself down. You could never admit it to him, but sometimes things just click in your head and you need something, something solid to hold on to, to understand he was really there. And the pain fades with each swirl, as James remembers the reason he was here in the first place, and it makes everything worth it.

If he had to die to save your life, he would a million times over. Even if he could never admit it to you, he hoped by the way his fingers tucked over yours that you understood anyway.

He gives a dopey grin as a tear begins to trickle down your face, one you quickly rub away with your thumb before glancing up at the ceiling, hoping it was true that it’s easier to admit something painful to say when you’re not making eye contact.

‘Hey, I’m doing okay.’

‘This isn’t a fucking movie, James. You could have died. I thought you had. I just lay there- I just- I couldn’t-’

‘I love you, Y/n.’

‘You what?’

‘I love you.’

‘I... I feel the same.’

‘What, really?’

‘...Yeah, James.’

‘Okay.’

#teotfw #alex lawther #james teotfw #james teotfw imagine #james imagine #teotfw imagine #alex lawther imagine #the end of the f world #the end of the f***ing world #james teotfw x reader #james teotfw fluff #james x reader #james fluff #teotfw fluff #alex lawther fluff #teotfw 2 #teotfw season 2

[tylerdown13rw]

masterlist - main

avengers

the end of the f***ing world

the umbrella academy

thirteen reasons why

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[lavender-romancer]

Hi! Can I request a teotfw imagine James x reader where you’re pregnant? Maybe after his dad dies or when he’s recovering on the hospital? Thanks!

Typical

James x Reader

CW: pregnancy, abortion possibility, stress

Just after James' dad died you began getting sick in the mornings and it was horrifically ironic how typical this was for your life

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It was typical, fucking typical of your body to do this to you now of all days! James' dad was hardly dead a day before your body decided to give you those two taunting red lines on the stupid piss stick. You'd got the flu just before your GCSE exams started and then a few years later just before your A Levels you got tonsillitis. You were convinced at this point that your body was just the main saboteur in your life who always gave you some kind of issue that never quite fit with the circumstance you were in because it hated you.

Under normal circumstances you didn't know how James would react but under these circumstances? You didn't even think he'd want to keep it. Did you want to keep it? You weren't sure. Either way it had happened and you weren't going to tell him straight away because Jesus Christ it would be bad timing.

You'd only been dating for three years and how could either of you know if you wanted a little monster crawling out of your vagina when you were both only 20. James wasn't the type to lead and you most certainly were the leader out of the two of you, he would just go with whatever decision you made. On one hand that was brilliant, very supportive and progressive but you wanted his true opinion, you didn't want him to resent a child you had together if he wasn't ready. How the shit were you supposed to get out of this one? You decided to message Alyssa, her cynicism would be welcomed by you at this point.

You: I need your help with something...

Alyssa:oh god what's happened now?

You:I'm pretty sure I'm 🤰🏾

Alyssa: shit

Alyssa: have you taken a test?

You: yeah so I'm pretty certain

Alyssa: have you told James?

You: not yet

Alyssa: you need too Y/n, like you definitely need too

You: I know I do but it's just after his dad I don't know if it's the right time or if I should wait

Alyssa:god it's like my brother and sister having a baby together, the thought of you two having sex is just 🤢

You: alright Alyssa fgs, I don't know what to do or how long to wait to tell him

Alyssa:if I were you I'd tell him as soon as possible so he has time to like digest the information

You:I think I might give myself a few days, do a few more tests and then tell him so I'm sure and I'm not messing around with his head

Alyssa: yeah tbf doing a few more tests seems logical but you just need to calm down and let yourself process it too because it's a shit load of information to deal with

You: yeah thanks I needed someone to just talk straight with me because I don't know if I can even tell my parents

Alyssa: yeah I definitely wouldn't be telling mine ahah ☠️

You: alright, I'll let you know what I end up doing, talk to you soon xx

Alyssa: talk soon xx

You had to decide how to act around James when you left this bathroom and even that was daunting for you. The little two bedroom flat you and James lived in together didn't have to many places where you could be alone and think about everything. You flushed the toilet and hid the stick in your pocket, too worried to put it into the little bin in the bathroom.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you tried to breath in and out but you couldn't believe this had happened. The feeling of guilt was so deep in your stomach even though you knew it wasn't a case of fault you couldn't help but feel it was yours. James wouldn't choose to have a baby when his dad's body wasn't even cold and you didn't know if he would be honest about his feelings about the pregnancy.

You excited the bathroom anxiously and walked into the front room where James was watching some shit nonsense TV. He smiled at you as you entered and you put a fake smile on as you approached him and sat next to him.

"You alright? You were in there a while?" James asked as you shuffled down and leant your head on his lap.

"Yeah, stomachs just playing up," you said softly and James started to stroke your hair as a way to comfort you.

It made you want to cry how tender he was with you, he would never hurt you or want to hurt you and you couldn't understand why he cared about you so much. You were both so young but you were happy with one another and your very small peripheral of friends you had together. But James...he was your person, he understood you most of the time and always let you know that you could tell him anything. You'd never felt so much affection from someone and yet you were scared you might loose it even though he'd never given you reason to believe that.

"What do you want for dinner?" James asked, cutting through your self deprecating thoughts.

"Uh...not sure. Comfort food probably, I'm not feeling the best at the moment and I know you aren't either so maybe just some pizzas for us?" You asked and James smiled, leaning down and kissing you on the temple.

James could tell something was wrong but he didn't want to press you for answers until you wanted to tell him. Most of the time you'd come around sooner or later and open up to him and he usually didn't press you for answers because it made you close up more. But after his dad's death he'd realised he couldn't mince his words anymore, there wasn't any time to be secretive or wait for answers because we were all dying or just waiting for death. He knew sooner or later he needed to ask you what was wrong.

You brought the pizza delivery into the front room a few hours later and James smiled up at you as he took his boxes. Sitting down next to him you watched TV and just ate pizza without really using your brain, you needed that thought eating numbness that evening crap TV gave you. Any thoughts going through your brain were purely self deprecating and pathetic. Pregnancy or abortion weren't the end of your life but you couldn't help but feel that either decision would be the wrong one, you just wished it had never happened and you didn't have to go through this horrible process.

The following day you went to the doctor's for an emergency appointment because you felt like you were losing your mind and you were too scared to do another test at home.

"So your results are coming up positive for pregnancy," The doctor told you as she sat back down at her desk "Do you want any information on your options from here?"

"I mean, I think I know what they are. I'm just...I'm scared about what my boyfriend will say," your eyes started to water and you put your head in your hands "He's just lost his dad and I don't know when to tell him or when is the right time."

"Here, take some tissues," she offered you a box and you took a few "Well, you're only at around 2-3 weeks right now, then you have until 23 weeks to make a termination decision so you have time to come to terms with this. However I would make note of when it's around 20 weeks just incase you and your boyfriend need that time to have a conversation."

"That's true, I do have some time I just feel so guilty like I'm not being honest with him and I just don't know how to have this conversation because we're so young." You wiped your eyes and looked at the floor as your legs dangled off the side of the examination bed. You felt like a child swinging your legs, still mentally dealing with issues like you always had with avoidance.

"You know this is your decision, it's more of your own ethical decision to tell your boyfriend. Even though I would reccomend informing them, it doesn't mean it's required or anything like that." She told you with a supportive smile and you nodded.

"I think it's just the language I would use to tell him that I'm struggling with. Like I don't know if he would see it as a blessing or a mistake you know?" You rubbed your temples.

"Have you ever brought up the idea of children to him? Just trying to gauge his opinion of having a pregnancy." She asked and you shook your head.

"Oh god was I supposed too? Is that a normal conversation Jesus Christ we're so weird. I've never even considered it and I know that's stupid but I've always been on the pill and had no issues so I guess I didn't want to see it as a possibility." You put your head in your hands and groaned.

"You have a lot of options, I'm going to give you these leaflets about different options and if you read through these at the right time you can have the discussion with your partner." She handed over three leaflets.

You got into your car with your paperwork of the positive test and the leaflets and just cried, you sobbed for the life you had now taken from you and James because whatever you chose to do it would completely change everything. You had three options, three pathways that could change your life forever and you didn't know which was the right choice. How were you supposed to know what to do when this had never happened before and had never been on your radar like it was now?

The 'morning sickness' before had just been feeling nauseous but now you were actively bring sick basically every morning for weeks on end and there was no way to hide it. You just had to pretend you had some kind of flu or food poisoning everytime. Having to hide your cravings was getting mentally exhausting at around 6 weeks, you decided olives and strawberries were the ideal meal for you one night. James had looked at the food with a curious expression but didn't press you for any answers. You were getting worried he would never bring it up and that meant you'd actually have to say something to him.

One day at around 8 weeks you found yourself holding your stomach whilst watching television as James came in from work. Your front door opened into your front room and he immediately saw you cradling your stomach and the collection of weird foods out in front of you like pineapple and chili flakes. It made him anxious, even more than usual.

"Y/n, is there something you need to talk to me about?" James asked as he sat down next to you.

"What do you mean, lovely?" You asked innocently as your muscles tensed up.

"The being sick, the weird food you've been eating lately and holding your stomach I just..." He trailed off.

"What this?" You asked as you sat up gesturing to the pineapple "No, this is a Mexican food or treat or something, fruit or sweets with something spicy. It's totally normal but I think it reacted weirdly with my stomach which is why I'm holding it." You put on an anxious smile and James did an over dramatic breath out.

"Well that's good, I thought you were pregnant for a minute there ahah. That would be a nightmare. I mean, at some point yeah sure but we're not exactly ready for all that are we!" James exclaimed as he stood up and went into the kitchen.

"Yeah, that's true." You muttered as your eyes started to well up and you started to control your breathing.

Over the last few weeks despite the sickness and the pains you'd got quite at home with the idea of a baby in your lives. The idea seemed to work in your head but you couldn't tell if it was the hormones or your real opinions at this point. He said it would be a nightmare, why would he use such harsh language for something that could conceivably happen by accident?

You walked out of the front room into your bedroom and took the three leaflets out of your bag, taking them into the bathroom to read again. They were all purely informative without any kind of religious affiliation or anything like that but you couldn't ignore that it seemed you and your boyfriend's end goal for a pregnancy would be different. He seemed to want an abortion, it wasn't a fair judgment because he didn't know you were pregnant but what else were you supposed to think?

You began to silently cry gripping the leaflet for abortions tightly, there were 2 clinics near enough to you but you had to get picked up by someone and you weren't sure who too pick. Alyssa was probably your only choice but fuck, you were going to want to see James so badly. Could you really do this without telling him? Should you even bother telling him? Maybe it would be less bother for him if you just got rid of it. God...calling it 'IT' was a mindfuck. You'd got used to calling the little clump of cells Aubrey or Brie and you didn't know if you were ready to let go. It was pathetic really, were you really that scared to tell your boyfriend about something that was literally the size of a raspberry.

You: I really need to talk to you, like in person.

Alyssa: yeah sure, want me to come over?

You: nah I'll come over to yours

Alyssa: okay, head over whenever:)

You arrived at Alyssa's flat with eyes full of tears and she quickly let you inside and got you some tea after sitting you down on the sofa.

"What's going on, Y/n?" She asked.

"He doesn't want a baby," you started crying and Alyssa got you a tissue

"Fuck sake, what did he say?"

"He thought I was pregnant and I lied and said I wasn't and he acted like it was a relief, like he was happy about it. And now...I just think he'd want me to have an abortion but I don't know if I can." You held your hands over your face and cried.

"So you haven't technically told him?" Alyssa asked.

"He said it would be a nightmare just at the thought of it." You said softly and Alyssa swore under her breath.

"I'm going to kill him, like I'm actually going to stab his face. Why is he so dense?" She rolled her eyes and you laughed slightly.

"I have no idea but fuck, he was so relieved when I said I wasn't pregnant, Alyssa. How am I supposed to tell him now?" You asked.

"I don't think it's a case of how are you supposed to, I think if you love him you need to tell him. You don't know how he's going to react in the actual situation. James is a fucking idiot if our friendship has taught me anything he often says things without thinking about the ramifications." Alyssa sat down next to you and gripped your hand.

"Maybe you're right but I just don't know what to do." You leant on her shoulder and cried.

You were 15 weeks and you and James had never felt further apart. You hardly talked, you slept most of the day whilst he seemed to be taking more shifts at work. Nothing felt right and you just wanted to run away, not have to think about any of this stupid shit like having an out of body experience where you could escape. You had decided to book an appointment with the abortion clinic and tell Alyssa when you were already there to pick you up afterwards. In your mind it was the most logical way to resolve the issue that had been pulling you and James apart. Maybe a baby wasn't right at this point, maybe your little apple size clump of cells wasn't worth all this trouble.

Fuck it was stressful trying to make a decision that would impact the rest of your life but you couldn't cope with the fact that it was tearing your relationship apart.

James knew everything was wrong, he knew something bad happened because everything was different and you weren't communicating the same with him as you had before. He was finishing up for the day at work and grabbed some food for dinner before getting into his car and just leaning his head on the steering wheel in defeat. He loved you so unexplainably, so deeply that he would do anything for you but you had seemed so distant lately and that only meant one thing. You had grown tired of all his shit and you wanted out. James knew that it was only a matter of time before you left him. His phone ringing cut through his thoughts.

"Hello?" James answered.

"Get down to the fucking St Clems clinic you fucking idiot! She's going to get rid of it!" Alyssa yelled down the phone "I'm already on my way there but she needs you dumbfuck."

"What are you talking about?" James asked, perplexed.

"Your girlfriend is about to have an abortion because you said having a baby with her would be a nightmare, James. If you care at all about this stupid cell clump you need to get there right now!" Alyssa yelled and James could hear her yelling at the traffic as well. He wasn't quite at the point of acceptance, more guilt.

"How long has she been pregnant?" James asked as he started his car.

"Like 15 weeks or some shit. I don't know, she needs your support regardless of what she chooses to do. She needs you James!"

That was all James needed to speed over to the clinic where he already saw Alyssa's car parked off to the side. James didn't know what he wanted as he ran up the steps, he didn't know if he wanted a baby or an abortion either way he couldn't believe he had been so fucking dense and not believed his gut. He knew you'd been pregnant, he just didn't want to understand or try too. He was a coward.

"James?" He heard your voice as he came through the doors into the waiting room before walking over to you and enveloping you in a massive hug.

"I told you he would come," Alyssa said with a smile.

"Can we please talk about this? I know the situation I just want us too communicate." James asked and you nodded with tears in your eyes.

"I've missed you so much," you said softly as your eyes began to let tears loose.

"I've missed you too lovely."

"Let's go home now," you told James as you stood up and held his hand.

"Okay." James smiled down at you.

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AN: I'm a huge believer in the right to choose and if anything I'm a big abortion supporter. This story is more to understand how daunting the choices you make with pregnancy are when you're on your own.

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[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

James//even for me life had its gleams of sunshine

Request: This is a request I wanted to ask would you be up for writing Hc for dating James from teotfw thanks if you can 😘

hey! i hope you like this! its set after season 2 because i don’t think i’ve seen anything like it (why would i tbh) and i thought it would work better! i also loooooove writing hc, so when my requests open, send some more in! 

- When you meet James, you already know who he is. 

- Its two years after the whole Bonnie thing 

- Him and Alyssa dated for a while, but broke up due to separate personal problems. 

- Both of them needed a change 

- And to move on

- But neither could do that with the other 

- So he moved. 

- He found a job and a flat and decided to try and start his life again

- Which is how he ended up meeting you 

- Its the first day of his new job

- And you’re training him

- Of course when you see him 

- You instantly recognize him 

- You remember seeing his and Alyssa’s face all over the news 

- So you’re only a lot little bit shocked when your boss says that this is who you’re going to be working with 

- The man that he’s replacing was a dick

- But at least he wasn’t wanted by police at some point in his life 

- I mean he could have 

- You never really got to know him

- He was weird and creepy so you just tried to avoid him as best you could

- But thats besides the point

- So, yeah

- You recognize James from the news 

- And the newspapers 

- As well as posters (even though they were no where near where you lived?)

- And every social media sight 

- Despite this however 

- You try and see beyond his past 

- You know, you try and look for the best in people 

- He’s incredibly glad of this

- And its the best thing you’ve ever done 

- You’re obviously a little bit wary of him at first 

- He may be cute but sometimes he gives off some weird vibes 

- But maybe thats just his awkwardness in social (and any) situations

- The more you get to know him

- The more you realize there’s more to him

- There was more to him than the picture they painted on the news 

- At first he’s a little shy

- And a lot awkward

- But the more he’s around you

- The more comfortable he feels sharing parts of him with you

- And the next thing he knows he’s falling for you

- And you’re falling for him 

- Cue seven months of...

- m u t u a l    p i n i n g

- The two of you sneaking countless of longing looks when the other isn’t paying attention

- And then scrambling to turn around when they look

- Both of you trying and failing to flirt 

- ‘i er, i like your shirt.’

- ‘thanks...i er. i like your face?’ 

- Tons of stupid jokes 

- And self depreciating one’s on both sides that sound funny in your heads but when said out loud, just makes the other person want to wrap them up in a hug

- You constantly hanging out together

- No matter if you’re at work

- Or at home 

- You rarely ever see one of you without the other far behind

- And maybe that has something to do with James’ separation anxiety 

- Everybody he has ever loved, has either died, or almost died 

- Or maybe because he feels found when he’s around you 

- And he’s gone through his whole life feeling lost. 

- You have movie days and game nights (he’s a sore loser) 

- Or if you both have a weekend off, you’ll go away somewhere 

- And have an adventure 

- They’re not crazy, or dangerous 

- He doesn’t have to be scared that something bad is going to happen to one, or both of you 

- He still has that anxiety, and he probably will have some of it for the rest of his life 

- But they’re still fun

- And they’re made even better because you’re there. 

- Once you both get really used to each other

- You spend nights talking about your past and you’re feelings 

- Usually they end in one, or both of you crying 

- But the other is always there to give the other a cuddle and tissue 

- He’s not really one for hugs and physical affection

- But when its you

- He really doesn’t mind 

- In fact, there’s not enough of it

- You spend that much time together that you have clothes at each other’s houses

- (and toothbrushes, blankets, favourite snacks, everything)

- The two of you have so many inside jokes 

- To the point where it annoys all of your co-workers 

- But that might be because you’re so obviously in love with each other but can’t seem to see it

-  One day 

- You’re both flirting 

- Well, trying to 

- It’s more stuttered compliments 

- And accidental innuendo’s that make you both blush

- They get so annoyed that they just kind of shout 

- ‘for the love of god, just get together already’ 

- And you both stop talking 

- And just stare at each other wide-eyed 

- ‘i er. do you erm. what?’ He stammers 

- ‘oh my god’ One of them throws their hands up before standing in front of you both 

- ‘james, do you like y/n?’ 

- ‘...yeah’ 

- ‘and y/n. do you like james?’ 

- ‘i, er. yes’ 

- ‘right. well i now pronounce you dating. so please go somewhere else and do all that lovey crap away from me.’ 

- You both look at each other

- Unsure of what to say 

- Before getting back to work 

- Both of you just trying to avoid each other 

- It works until you end up on a break together

- And then you can’t escape 

- So you have to actually talk about your feelings 

- Which you usually have no problem with... 

- When they’re linked to years worth of trauma 

- But these are happy feelings? 

- Well, more confusing than happy 

- But they could end happy 

- So what are you supposed to say?

- ‘do you actually like me?’ You ask 

- He’s been in a lot of scary situations

- But you asking that question is definitely in the top 5

- The last time he liked someone 

- He ended up on the run with them, after killing someone. 

- And then they were hunted down again

- After he was shot 

- Because of the whole killing thing 

- So its not exactly like he’s got a great track record 

- Plus, he really, really likes you 

- He doesn’t want to fuck you up

- He fucked Alyssa’s life up

- And he’s fucked his own life up

- But maybe

- Just maybe you’re what he needs

- He knows a relationship isn’t going to fix him

- Or the things he’s done 

- But maybe, its the start of something new 

- And something new is exactly why he moved here

- ‘i do.’ He nods

- You’ve never heard him sound so confident

- And a bright smile lights up your face 

- ‘i like you too.’ 

- And thats the beginning of the two of you

- You go on a first date 

- But he ends up being recognized in the restaurant 

- And some very un-kind words are said 

- So he has to pull you away from the man who told you to ‘be careful around him’

- You just go back to your place and watch a film

- And its perfect!

- The film sucks but thats not the point 

- Before he leaves 

- He asks if you’re sure you want to do this with him 

- Because ‘people are always going to be saying stuff like that about him’ 

- But you answer his question by kissing him

- And then he leaves quickly because he’s blushing really hard 

- And so are you 

- So as soon as he turns around, you slam the door shut 

- After a few months of dating 

- You move in together 

- You were practically already living together before you even got together 

- So it wasn’t that big of a step 

- Well it was for him 

- Because he’s living his life 

- And doing things he didn’t think he’d be able to do 4/5 years ago

- He’s in love with an amazing girl 

- And he’s living with her

- And most importantly he’s happy

- So, so happy

- For the first time in a long time 

- And he never wants to stop

- Because as long as your around 

- He knows he never will 

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[writeroutoftime]

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. 

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