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- hi there! my name is lottie, otherwise known as “danoslvrr”. i’ve been writing fanfics since i was 12 (back when they were not very good), and have developed a deep passion for creating works in which i get to share how i interpret a character. outside of that, i also edit, you can find my tiktok under the same user! im 18.
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“father & son” - james kelly x sam monroe x fem!reader
summary ; sam kelly, son of james kelly, has been best friends with you since you were a small child. his family is practically your own at this point.
warnings ; mentions of abuse, pet names (doll, baby, sweetheart, darlin, angel), sam is still emo, james takes care of reader, cuddling, kissing, rough family life for reader.
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you’ve struggled your entire life. emotional abuse at home, struggling in school, poor self image. the one thing you had was sam kelly. he had been your best friend since you were 4 years old, and now, at 17, you two were far more intimate with one another than “best friends” should be.
constant kisses to your cheeks and forehead, an arm wrapped around your waist or slung around your shoulder while he walked you to class. you didn’t mind, of course. sam was cute, you thought. you had had a crush on him since forever. you’d spent most of your life yearning after the boy, but only in silence.
never would you speak of your crush on sam kelly, nor would you ever complain about the affection he showed you now. over the past few weeks, things had gotten much more intimate than usual. he’d press quick kisses to your lips when saying goodbye to you in the halls, he’d cuddle you during sleepovers. it all made your heart flutter wildly.
now, with all that being said, you’re here, in the kelly household, sandwiched between sam and his father, james on the couch. james had always shown you the love you didn’t get at home and stood up for you when you needed it most. he was like a second father to you. james’ arm was slung around your shoulder while sam’s head rested on your shoulder opposite james. sam pressed soft, sleepy kisses to your neck every few minutes.
“jamie?” you asked quietly. “yeah, sweetheart?” his thick accent hung heavy in the air. “‘s it okay if i spend the night?” your meek voice was shy and soft. “‘course, babydoll. yer always welcome here.” a shy smile spread across your face, pink flooding your round cheeks. “thanks.” you whispered. he nodded in response, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of your head.
james tugged you a little closer. sam whined in response. “hey, no fair! she’s- she’s my best friend.” sam mumbled. he cuddled closer to you, wrapping both of his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your covered shoulder. james chuckled. “alright, kiddo, alright. you can have ‘er.” he said. he retracted his arm from around your shoulders, using both hands to brace himself as he stood up.
quickly, sam slid to lay down with his head in your lap. “hi, baby.” he mumbled, nuzzling his cheek into your soft tummy. “hi, sweet boy.” you whispered. you leaned down, pressing kisses to his face. he chuckled softly, tugging on your shirt, insisting you laid down beside him. “okay, okay,” you giggled, “hold on.” you moved to lay down, quickly hiding your face in his neck. “hey, lemme see that pretty face,” sam chuckled.
you emerged from the crook of his neck, a light blush coating your features once more, a shy smile tugged across your lips. “there’s my pretty girl.” sam cooed. he wrapped a hand around your waist while the other came up to cup your cheek. he gently tilted your head up, peering down at you for permission. you nodded with a shy giggle and he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. this time it wasn’t as quick as it usually was.
sam kissed you for several seconds before pulling away. you yawned and your eyes fluttered suddenly. “hmm?” he asked. “you tired, sweet baby?” you nodded meekly, sniffling as he pulled you to lay against his chest. “go to sleep, angel.” he whispered. your heart fluttered. he tugged you a bit closer, his movement and touch soft and delicate. after a few minutes, your eyes fluttered shut and you were asleep in sam kelly’s arms.
you woke up hours later with sam fast asleep beside you on the couch. he had pulled a blanket over you while you had slept, keeping your body warm. although, now, you were breaking out in a cold sweat. your heart raced, tears pooling in your eyes. you crawled off of sam and the couch, gently but shakily placing the blanket back on top of him. you shook as you walked towards james’ room down the hall.
you knocked on the door, whispering a soft “jamie?” as you did so. you heard a quiet grumble before you spoke, and then james’ voice softened when he realized it was you. “yea, sweetheart?” his voice called out gently. “m.. had a nightmare. ‘m scared, jamie.” he sighed softly. nightmares weren’t a new thing for you. “c’mere, babydoll.” he whispered.
you gently pushed the door open, stepping into the darkness of the room, lit only by the dim glow of the tv playing white noise beside james’ bed. “don’t be shy, doll, c’mere. come sit wit’ me.” he chuckled sleepily. you flushed. you obeyed, though, walking towards him and slipping under the covers beside him. your doe-like eyes peered up at him, and his heart melted at the innocent sight of you.
“oh, baby…” he cooed, “c’mere, sweet girl, cuddle up.” you obeyed, snuggling into james’ side as his large hand slid around your shoulders. “what happened, kiddo?” he asked softly. “don’t wanna talk about it ‘f that’s okay, jamie.” you mumbled. “‘course it’s okay, doll. don’t gotta talk about anythin’ you don’t wanna.” you smiled weakly. he sighed, his arms wrapping around your waist to lift you up and pull you into his lap.
you hummed contentedly as he cradled your head against his firm chest. you cuddled up a bit closer to him, snuggling against the warmth of his much bigger body. “shh,” he whispered, “shh, i’ve got you. you’re safe.” you whimpered into his skin, tears pooling in your eyes yet again. “oh, hey… hey, kiddo, i mean it. you’re safe.” he whispered soothingly. he gently rocked you back and forth, his large hand stroking your hair.
“you just go back to sleep. i’ve got you, kid. gonna make sure you’re safe.” he whispered as you sobbed. you felt like a child, sobbing into james’ arms as he held you in his lap, but you were too distressed to be embarrassed. you sniffled. “baby. look at me.” he whispered. slowly, sleepily, you lifted your head to make eye contact with james.
“you know i’m never gonna let anything hurt you while you’re here, right darlin’?” you nodded meekly. “okay. then go to sleep, ‘m gonna protect you.” you nodded again, tears slowing. for a second, the two of you sat in silence, before a groggy sam walked into the room. “where’s- oh, angel…” he whispered. “she had a nightmare, sammy, ‘s okay. you wanna come sit with us?” james asked, rough voice unusually soft.
sam didn’t answer, just crawling into bed beside you. he reached out to place a hand on your cheek. he didn’t force you to look at him, didn’t move your head at all. just left his hand there soothingly, rubbing small circles into your soft skin. “go back to sleep, kiddo.” james whispered. “mm…” you hummed, feeling considerably calmer and more at ease with james holding you and sam’s hand on your cheek. sam leaned over to place a kiss to your cheek.
your response never came as you quickly passed out in their arms, safe and loved by the two people you trusted most.
“don’t get hung on petty things” - sam monroe x f!reader
summary ; after the loss of his dad, sam is broken. he needs to be comforted more than ever, but is too afraid to ask for it. his best friend can see right through him, though, and goes to help him.
warnings ; grieving, mentions of death, cancer, sam and reader argue, comfort, loss of a parent, friends to lovers, swearing, eventual love confession, lots of physical affection, pet names, reader is alt.
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ rain falls outside of sam monroe’s bedroom. fitting, considering the mood he’s in.
ever since the loss of his dad, sam has been isolating himself. he’s been broken, more depressed than ever, and heavily abusing drugs after promising to get clean.
day after day, he hides in the confines of his room, door and window locked, loud music playing to drown out his thoughts.
on the rare occasion he does come downstairs, his mother notices that he holds a certain sadness in his blue eyes that she’d never seen before. the blue streak in his black hair has faded, and sam is too lazy to re-dye it.
eventually, the summer comes to an end (much to his displeasure). he finds himself yet again in the back of his car at school, smoking weed. a figure dressed in all black approaches him, black doc martens thumping against the ground.
your eyes are soft, carrying a sympathy sam has long grown tired of seeing. you’re wearing a long sleeved black dress with a puffy skirt that flows down to your ankles. a black choker is tied around your neck, and eyeliner adorns your eyes.
“sammy?” you finally break the silence. “what?” he spits, angrily, flicking his cigarette to the ground before stepping on it, crushing it with his converse.
“i just-“ you begin, stuttering over your words in shock at his outrage. “just what? wanna see if i‘m okay? because ‘m not. so fuck off.” he states, hopping out of the trunk of his car. he grabs his backpack, slamming the back door and stomping off.
you spend the next several weeks alone, contemplating what you’ve done wrong. you’ve never seen sam so angry, especially not at you. your heart is broken, wondering if you’ve lost your best friend forever.
a part of you knows it’s just grief, the loss of his dad affecting him. another part of you notices he’s not like that with anyone else. he seems to be on somewhat decent terms with corey, josh, and even alyssa. it breaks your heart.
knowing the only boy in the world you’ve ever had eyes for seems to hate you for a reason you’re not quite sure of is slowly breaking you down. one by one, you’re losing your sanity. especially with every day you see him hanging out with alyssa, the faintest hint of a smile on his face.
you wish it was you making him smile that way.
sam feels a little more guilty every day since he snapped at you. he notices you avoiding him, not making eye contact, sitting on the opposite side of the room in class, taking the long way just to avoid passing his locker. he notices it all.
he hadn’t meant to snap at you, really, he hadn’t, but something deep within him knows that you know him better than anyone and he doesn’t want, nor need, that right now.
his heart breaks every time he sees you talking to other people, knowing that at one point, you were each others only friend. he wonders how you could’ve moved on so fast from him, how it was so easy for you to replace his presence in your life.
one day, in class, sam has the realization. he realizes that you are probably wondering the same thing he is— how it was so easy for you to move on. he realizes when he’s talking to alyssa and a rare smile spreads across his face.
immediately, his hand shoots up, asking for permission to use the bathroom. the teacher grumbles something before agreeing with a nod.
sam is sprinting out of the classroom, his phone in his hand, rapidly texting you for the first time in almost a month.
your phone lights up while you’re in economics, your eyebrows furrowing as you glance down from the back of the classroom.
sammy🖤 : i need to talk you
sammy🖤 : i’m sorry, meet me at the bathrooms on the second floor.
you don’t question it, assuming he’s fucked something up and needs your help. you’ve almost forgotten why you were mad at him in the first place. you quickly ask to leave, and the teacher approves.
you rush out of your classroom, jogging down the hallways to the second floor bathroom. when you see sam, the memories of the past month come flooding back.
your body stiffens a bit, fighting back tears as you walk up to him. “hey,” he mumbles, and you reply back with an equally quiet, “hi, sam.” not sammy, like you’d usually say. you feel as if you don’t deserve to call him that anymore.
you stare at him for a few moments and his gaze remains fixed on the ground. “listen, i’m really sorry,” he says, “like- really, really sorry. i feel like shit about it.”
your eyes well up with tears. “why’d you avoid me, then?” you ask quietly, avoiding his gaze now. he lifts his head to look at you. “i-“ he begins. he drops his head after a moment, mumbling, “i was scared.”
“scared of what, sammy?” you ask softly, lifting your head to look at him. when he doesn’t respond, you cup his cheek in your hand and tilt his head up as well so he’s looking at you. “you don’t have to be scared.”
“you- you know me better than anyone, and honestly- after my dad’s death, i couldn’t handle being around someone like that. someone who i knew was right.” he laughs sadly. “i would’ve rather just sat in my room and sulked, rather than seek out the comfort from someone who really knows me, someone who i love. someone who’s you.”
your breath hitches. “so-someone you love…?” you ask. he nods, looking at you with pleading eyes. you pull him into a hug, cradling his head against your neck. “i love you, sammy,” you whisper, “so, so much.”
he cries quietly into your neck, his eyeliner smudging and smearing all over his face and your collar. “my sweet girl,” he whispers, “don’t deserve you. i just- i’ve needed comfort so bad, but i was too afraid to say it, too afraid to admit i was weak, baby. needed you.” he sobs.
“you have me now, sammy, i promise,” you whisper softly, nuzzling your face into his hair. “and i’m never gonna leave again, i promise you that.” his heart beat quickens. “you- you really mean it?” he asks quietly.
“yeah, sammy. i’m not going anywhere. ever.” for a while, he just holds you like that, with you cradling his head against your neck, your cheek smushed against his black curls, both of you crying. when you finally do part, he softly kisses your cheek, whispering “i love you,” against it.
summary ; you’re a witch, one of the most powerful x-men. when on a mission with your best friend, logan, you defy him, stripping away from him.
warnings ; angst— lots of angst. yearning. mutant!reader. sort of mean!logan. death. blood. love confession. reader has dark magic. fighting. mentions of logan’s past. logan will never be happy.
a/n: this is so not canon at all I’VE ONLY SEEN ONE X-MEN MOVIE I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ laughter echoes throughout the halls of the school as the bell finishes ringing. you finish up organizing your desk for the weekend, a blank expression on your face while you hum quietly. quick, running footsteps alert you of a presence nearing your classroom, and immediately, you lift your head up, expecting a student. what you find instead is a distressed scott, breathless and red in the face. “the professor needs you. now.” he states.
immediately, panic floods your entire body. what could have happened? was a student hurt? or worse— was one of the x-men hurt? you think of all the possibilities, the worst possibilities, as you follow scott down the hall, speed walking and weaving through the students. every time a student attempts to stop you to ask a question about homework or something else, you wave them off, shouting “i’ll be back soon!”
you don’t know if that’s true, though. from the sounds of it, you might be needed for longer than you lead the students to believe. when scott bursts into professor x’s study with you in tow, your face paler than usual with panic, the professor turns to you with a smile. he gestures towards one of the seats, though that doesn’t calm your nerves in the slightest. you suddenly notice that your best friend, logan howlett, is sitting in the room. that calms your growing nerves. he seemed calm, so everything must be fine.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ “you want her to what?” logan asked angrily. charles remained calm and steady as logan seethed, pacing back and forth in front of him. “you two will be going on a mission. together, to save storm. a dangerous one, yes, but i have full confidence in the two of you. you’re my most powerful soldiers, and i have no doubt you will excel.” the professor speaks and your face flashes with worry, excitement, and embarrassment, all mixed into one. logan has always been protective of you but this, this was different.
he looked like he was ready to draw his claws on the professor, finally standing in the center of the room between you and charles, taking a deep breath. “she’s not going.” he states firmly. “i’m afraid she must, logan.” charles says calmly, a smile still on his face. “well she’s not.” logan says through gritted teeth. you place a hand on his arm while you stand up, walking to stand beside him. “i’ll be fine.” you soothe him. “promise.” a smile spreads on your face and he appears to relax a little bit.
logan had been your best friend for a year now, and you two had grown inseparable during the short period of time you had spent together. you had fallen for him, and you fell hard. he made your heart flutter every time he walked into a room, your heartbeat quickening and breath hitching. you were sure he knew by now, from his enhanced senses, but the man seemed to be clueless. you had given up on trying to get him to see you like that a long time ago.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ that’s how you ended up here. on scott’s motorcycle, stolen by logan, with your arms wrapped around his midsection. you clung to him, terrified every time you two drove over a bump. logan had steady control over the motorcycle, and you knew he would never let anything hurt you, but it terrified you nonetheless. you squealed as he sped up, a look of pure determination on his face, brown hair messy from the wind, but still complete with those little tufts you loved so much. your legs rested on either side of his hips. his hazel eyes bore into the road, focused on keeping you safe. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i got ya.” he had said somewhere along the way, making your face burn crimson.
finally, you arrived at a facility, almost an eight hour drive away from the school. you easily could’ve flown there, but didn’t bother to, given as you had the power to manipulate time. you had sped up the process of travel, despite logan’s protests that you should save your energy for the real threat. he parked the motorcycle a distance away from the facility, quickly walking you through the (blatantly obvious) open door. his hand rested on your back the whole time, and your heart fluttered.
“c’mon,” he whispered into the dark. he gestured you over to the other side of the room where he was now standing. you hadn’t realized he had gotten over there, lost in your thoughts. “hey, sweetheart, you still with me?” he asked, causing you to snap out of your trance. “yeah, ‘m sorry, lo.” you whispered, quickly yet silently walking over to where he was standing. he pulled you against his chest, arm wrapped around your stomach. “gotta be quiet f’me, okay?” you nodded. “good girl.” your face burned up again.
he led you further into the facility, and as soon as you stepped into a room a bit brighter than the others, you knew something was wrong. he must’ve known too because he threw himself around you, dropping to the ground as he shielded you with his body, keeping you tucked against his chest. alarms went off around you, and logan quickly pulled you to your feet. he grabbed your hand, tugging you along with him as you left the facility.
“where are we going?” you shouted. “back to the school. ‘s not safe here.” you tugged away from his hand, running back towards the facility, determined to save ororo. “y/n! come back!” he roared, running after you, but you were quicker. well, not really, but your powers helped you to keep him behind as you fought into the facility. you fought off what appeared to be soldiers, quickly running through them as you used your shadow manipulation to make each of them begin to be attacked by their own shadows.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ your energy was wearing thin. you knew it, but you kept pushing, using your powers to fight off the men surrounding you. occasionally, when you would get particularly angry, you began to see the ghosts of all the people that had died here, cheering you on, which only spurred you on to not let ororo suffer the same fate. you finally found her in the bottom level of the facility, unconscious. logan quickly entered behind you, you having long forgotten to hold him back, too focused with the task of fending off the men attacking you.
you heard a scream, then thunder, felt a sharp wave of pain, then saw a blinding flash of light. you collapsed to the ground, head pounding. a warm, metallic liquid pooled in your mouth, though you couldn’t place what it was for a few moments. blood. your own blood. “l-logan,” you stuttered, “help.” “no, no, no, no,” he panicked as he dropped down to his knees beside you, pulling you into his arms. you had been stabbed in the chest by one of the men. how he had gotten to you, you didn’t know. your eyes, though hazy, opened to look at logan. you smiled weakly.
“my baby, please, god, not my baby.” he whispered, cradling your head with one hand, pulling you into his chest. a warmth spread through you, that familiar feeling you always got around logan. you smiled a bit wider now. tears pooled in his eyes, and he stared down at you. “m gonna get you out of here, alive, okay sweetheart? i promise.” he whispered, his voice cracking as he cried.
“lo… ‘s okay. ‘m okay. really. just… go. get her out of here. please.” you pleaded. for a moment, when he had called you his baby, you felt as if maybe, just maybe, he loved you too. you shoved the thought out of your mind, pushing it aside as you accepted the fact that you were dying. he leaned down, kissing your forehead. “can’t leave you here, sweetheart. i- i can’t.” he stammered, tears spilling rapidly down his cheeks. you reached up, cradling his face in your hand. he leaned into your touch. “i’ll be okay. i’ll find you, okay? i promise i’ll find you.”
“i love you.” you whispered, and then, you took your final breath, inhaling and never exhaling. logan sobbed. he buried his face into your hair, cradling you tightly against his chest, just crying and begging for somebody, anybody to help. to save you, to bring you back. “i love you,” he whispered. god, he felt like such a coward. he had let you die thinking he didn’t love you. “i love you so much, my sweet girl.”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ carrying your body back to the school was one of the hardest things logan ever had to do. watching them bury your body was even harder. his heart ached, thinking of all the time he could’ve spent loving you out loud had he not been so afraid to speak his feelings, to just confess his love to you. he became angry, resentful. violent. he felt as if you were the one good thing in his life after he had lost his memory, and you had been ripped away from him so cruelly.
he didn’t speak to anyone for the days that followed. he spent all day in his room, sulking. he didn’t have it in him to cry. the days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months. that feeling of numbness never left him. he had nightmares, every night, no longer of his past, but rather of your dead body in his arms. of your whispered “i love you.” you haunted his every thought.
thoughts of you coming into his room when you couldn’t sleep and just curling up into his arms and sleeping so peacefully. thoughts of you squeezing his hand beneath your desk when you two would teach a class together. thoughts of the kids asking him about you, about where you had gone. thoughts of what would’ve happened had he told you he loved you while you were still alive. he couldn’t breathe during these nightmares, he felt like he was suffocating. he had lost everyone, everyone he cared about from his past, and now his present and future.
summary ; you’re slow dancing with aj in the kitchen of your shared penthouse.
warnings ; fluff, pet names, aj being a sweetheart.
╰┈➤ one of aj’s strong hands is wrapped securely around your waist, his free hand holding yours as you sway. his hands are scarred from years of fights and crime, yet they’re gentle with you. “it’s been a long long time” by harry james is playing softly in the background, the oldies vinyl you have on the record player shuffling through various songs.
“i missed you,” he whispers against your ear, placing a soft kiss to the shell of it. you smile, your face turning a soft shade of pink, your boyfriends sweet words and actions making your heartbeat quicken.
“i missed you too jay. so much.” you whisper back to him, still smiling. “i know, doll.” he had been gone for the robbery of the year, distant and absent more often than not. now he was back, with more money than usual, no chance of getting caught, and you two were safe in each others arms.
the music shifts, playing “moonlight serenade” by glenn miller. you smile against him, moving in slow, tiny circles as he holds you against his chest. the hand that was previously holding yours moves to stroke your hair as he hums softly along to the song. it’s silent for a moment, a comfortable silence.
finally, you break the silence. “aj?” you ask. “mhm?” “do you think we’ll find each other in every lifetime?” he smiles softly, stops moving, and chuckles, tilting your chin up so you can look at him. “of course i do, doll. you’re mine. forever.” he coos, a soft smile on his face as he resumes dancing with you.
summary ; you and sam are best friends and total opposites.
warnings ; mentions of drug use, fluff, sam is soft for reader, fem terms used, smoking, making out, sam is reader’s boyfriend, mentions of sex and hooking up.
psa ; do NOT interact with my page if you are above 18 and are attracted to sam monroe or scott barringer. that’s weird.
╰┈➤ you were sunshine. sunshine in its purest form, bright and happy all the time. sam monroe was the opposite of you. that’s what made you two so good together. his outfits were always black with hints of olive greenand red, smudged black eyeliner adorning his blue eyes, piercings littering his face.
you, on the other hand, were incredibly girly. always wearing pink and white. you were innocent — before sam, you had never kissed a guy. before sam, you didn’t know what sex even was. you had never slept with a guy, not even in an innocent manner.
your room was frilly, covered in little plushies, mostly ones you had from childhood but some that sam had gifted you as well. the walls were a baby pink, a white trim adorning them. your room smelled like cotton candy always, and it was always neat and perfect. your closet was organized by color— even despite the fact that most of what you wore was pink.
in short, you and sam were very different, but together, you were the perfect pair.
now, to the moment you’re sharing right now. sat in your girly room, that smells strongly of weed due to sam’s presence. you’re sitting in his lap as little giggles escape your mouth while he peppers your face in kisses. “my pretty girl… my sun.” he coos.
he loves you so much. with everyone else, he’s mean. aggressive, angry, depressed. with you, he was soft. he was always gentle with you — at least, as gentle as he knew how to be. his kisses were a little rough, his lips practically scraping against your own. his hands possessive when he’d wrap them around your waist, whether that be in the comfort of one of your rooms, or in public.
he sighs and pulls away from showering you in affection to just look at you for a moment. “so pretty,” he murmurs, almost under his breath, as if he’s speaking to himself rather than complimenting you directly. “thank you, sammy.” you giggle, a shy smile plastered on your face. your little pink sundress is slightly loose on your figure, matching pink maryjane’s on your feet.
sam, on the other hand, wore a black fishnet shirt underneath his oversized deftones t-shirt. his black jeans were loose, looser than what he usually wore. he nodded. “anytime, sweetheart.” he said, reaching to cup your face in one hand.
the room is silent for a moment, just you two basking in each others company, smiles on your faces. “baby?” he asks finally. “mhm, sammy?” you chirp, smiling as you stare into his blue eyes. “you know how much i adore you right?” “yeah, sammy. i know.” you whisper softly, leaning in to kiss him once more.
you knew one thing for certain— sam monroe was your soulmate.
-‘๑’- warnings ; hurt comfort, reader is a teenager, coping skills, suicide mention, reader has a mental breakdown, james calms reader down, james being a good dad, fluff, fear of abandonment, pet names.
╰┈➤ you sob into the pillow, your body trembling, your eyes squeezed shut as you attempt to stop the flow of tears. you had yelled at james, your adopted dad, ranting about how he’d abandon you just like your bio parents had, how nobody would ever love you.
of course, this wasn’t true. james loved you as if you were his own, he had known you for most of your life after all. he worried about you, more than anyone else had. he was terrified for you the day you had attempted to take your life because you were worried james would leave you just like your bio parents.
you had your good moments of course. the trauma was still present, but for the most part, you were happy with james. the fear and anxiety still lingered in the back of your mind, the fear of abandonment, but it wasn’t as prevalent.
you and james had gone to the mall earlier, and all of the loud noises and people had stressed you out. for a moment, you had accidentally let go of james’ hand and for about 5 minutes you had lost him. this is what had triggered your breakdown, sending you spiraling so when you got home, you had freaked out completely on james.
now, you were in your room, sobbing still, even though about 10 minutes had passed. james figured he’d let you calm down and in about 5 minutes you would come back out of your cozy space. that wasn’t the case though, and he was beginning to worry.
you heard a knock at the door followed by james’ voice, gentle and soft as ever. “sweetheart?” he asked, not wanting to enter until you gave him the okay. when you didn’t answer, just let out a choked sob, he opened the door and entered the room.
the sight of you crying broke james’ heart into a billion pieces, frowning as he walked over to sit on the bed beside you. “kiddo,” he whispered. “look at me.” his voice was firm, loud enough that you could hear him from where your face was buried in the pillow, but not loud enough to startle you.
he placed a hand on your back hesitantly, prepared to remove it if you asked. you didn’t, and so he softly ran his hand up and down your back in a desperate attempt to soothe you. he sighed. “sweetheart, ‘m not mad at you,” he spoke softly, giving you a weak smile as you finally lifted your head to look up at him.
“you- you’re not?” you asked, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “no, angel.” he said, smiling at you. “why would i be mad at you, kiddo?” he asked genuinely, a soft look of confusion adorning his tan face. his tattooed hand continued to run up and down your back, but stopped when you flipped over, holding a plushie close to your chest, sniffling still as the tears began to stop.
“i- i freaked out on you and i said you’d abandon me, and it wasn’t okay, and i’m so sorry dad, i’m so, so sorry.” you said quickly, rushing through your words. “hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. i get it. you’ve been through a lot. more than i could imagine, y’know that? it hurts me to see you this way. you’re my kid, and i love you, and i don’t want you to ever think that i’d abandon you. because i won’t.” he whispered, gently petting your hair, soothing your mind.
you closed your eyes, the tears coming to a stop, melting into his hands. he reached down and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “i love you, okay? and i’m not gonna ever leave you, sweetheart.” he said, smiling at you. you wiped your eyes and nodded. “ok, dad. ‘m sorry.” “don’t be sorry kid. let’s go watch a movie, yeah sweetheart? anything you want.”
-‘๑’- you find him playing the piano in the living room after a heist. he’s been injured and desperately wants you to clean up his injuries and kiss him better.
-‘๑’- warnings ; fluff, blood, descriptions of injuries, comfort, kissing.
╰┈➤ aj sits in the living room, his hands bruised and beaten. his blonde hair is messy, though you can’t tell as it’s covered by his hat. his blue eyes are watery, trying his very best to focus on the piano in front of him, but he just can’t. he needs you. now more than ever.
suddenly, he hears footsteps from a few feet away. he looks up, cocking his head to the side as he stares at the person in front of him with bright blue eyes. he stares at you with a smile on his face, holding out his hands, gesturing for you to come sit on his lap. you obey quickly, walking over to him and positioning yourself on top of his thighs.
he takes off his hat and places it on your head, whispering “hi, angel.” he’s always soft and gentle with you, as if you were a precious doll he couldn’t bear to break. a small sigh escapes his lips. “how did your heist go, jay?” you ask, brushing his blonde hair out of his pretty face.
he sighs heavily, removing his hands from your waist. he holds them up, almost in defeat. “aj!” you exclaim, frowning at him. he chuckles. “it’s nothing, doll. just some scratches.” it’s obviously more than that, his hands bruised and slightly bloody.
“let me clean you up.” you say, and he quickly shakes his head. “no, angel. ‘s fine.” “aj!” you groan, pouting at him, your lower lip jutting out. “fine, fine,” he says through a nearly silent chuckle. he shakes his head, putting his hands on your hips to gently lift you off of his lap.
he takes your hand, guiding you towards the bathroom inside your spacious penthouse. he sits on the edge of the bathtub, his hands on either side of him. you dig through the medicine cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit. he winces when you apply rubbing alcohol to his left hand, his right one slightly shaking as he holds himself up.
“angel, angel, easy,” he murmurs, a deep, husky whisper. he lifts up his right hand after you’ve cleaned and bandaged his left one, already contemplating how much worse this one is gonna hurt given as his right hand took the most damage. you apply rubbing alcohol and he winces again. “angel,” he breathes, his left hand just barely holding him up as he tries to ignore the sting in his right hand.
“i’m sorry, baby, i’m so sorry,” you whisper frantically, panicked by his reactions. he must have gotten hurt really bad, given as he never reacts this way to a little bit of rubbing alcohol. you quickly bandage up his hand, then cup his face in your hands.
you bring his head into your chest, allowing him to rest against you. a small kiss is placed to the top of his head, your hand cradling his head. he sighs, looking up at you innocently. “give me a kiss, angel, please?” he begs, his eyes soft and a small pout forming on his face.
how could you possibly say no? you tilt his head up so he’s sitting straight again and gently lean in and kiss his pink, plump lips. his blue eyes flutter shut, sighing into your mouth. his breath is warm against you, and he tastes of alcohol and mint.
you two kiss for a while, lost in the others touch, smiling into one another. finally, he pulls away, almost breathless. he places his forehead against yours, still grinning. “i love you, my angel.” he whispers.
-‘๑’- you find him playing the piano in the living room after a heist. he’s been injured and desperately wants you to clean up his injuries and kiss him better.
-‘๑’- warnings ; fluff, blood, descriptions of injuries, comfort, kissing.
╰┈➤ aj sits in the living room, his hands bruised and beaten. his blonde hair is messy, though you can’t tell as it’s covered by his hat. his blue eyes are watery, trying his very best to focus on the piano in front of him, but he just can’t. he needs you. now more than ever.
suddenly, he hears footsteps from a few feet away. he looks up, cocking his head to the side as he stares at the person in front of him with bright blue eyes. he stares at you with a smile on his face, holding out his hands, gesturing for you to come sit on his lap. you obey quickly, walking over to him and positioning yourself on top of his thighs.
he takes off his hat and places it on your head, whispering “hi, angel.” he’s always soft and gentle with you, as if you were a precious doll he couldn’t bear to break. a small sigh escapes his lips. “how did your heist go, jay?” you ask, brushing his blonde hair out of his pretty face.
he sighs heavily, removing his hands from your waist. he holds them up, almost in defeat. “aj!” you exclaim, frowning at him. he chuckles. “it’s nothing, doll. just some scratches.” it’s obviously more than that, his hands bruised and slightly bloody.
“let me clean you up.” you say, and he quickly shakes his head. “no, angel. ‘s fine.” “aj!” you groan, pouting at him, your lower lip jutting out. “fine, fine,” he says through a nearly silent chuckle. he shakes his head, putting his hands on your hips to gently lift you off of his lap.
he takes your hand, guiding you towards the bathroom inside your spacious penthouse. he sits on the edge of the bathtub, his hands on either side of him. you dig through the medicine cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit. he winces when you apply rubbing alcohol to his left hand, his right one slightly shaking as he holds himself up.
“angel, angel, easy,” he murmurs, a deep, husky whisper. he lifts up his right hand after you’ve cleaned and bandaged his left one, already contemplating how much worse this one is gonna hurt given as his right hand took the most damage. you apply rubbing alcohol and he winces again. “angel,” he breathes, his left hand just barely holding him up as he tries to ignore the sting in his right hand.
“i’m sorry, baby, i’m so sorry,” you whisper frantically, panicked by his reactions. he must have gotten hurt really bad, given as he never reacts this way to a little bit of rubbing alcohol. you quickly bandage up his hand, then cup his face in your hands.
you bring his head into your chest, allowing him to rest against you. a small kiss is placed to the top of his head, your hand cradling his head. he sighs, looking up at you innocently. “give me a kiss, angel, please?” he begs, his eyes soft and a small pout forming on his face.
how could you possibly say no? you tilt his head up so he’s sitting straight again and gently lean in and kiss his pink, plump lips. his blue eyes flutter shut, sighing into your mouth. his breath is warm against you, and he tastes of alcohol and mint.
you two kiss for a while, lost in the others touch, smiling into one another. finally, he pulls away, almost breathless. he places his forehead against yours, still grinning. “i love you, my angel.” he whispers.
