It has been 12 days since you have been gone on vacation with your family. Those 12 days in The Bahamas were definitely memorable but you missed your James oh so dearly. Your family members would always ask about meeting him, but you just weren’t ready. James was…. different.
Before leaving, you tried your best to teach James how to use a smartphone so that the both of you can keep in contact while you were gone. But James being old-fashioned and very stubborn, wasn’t having it. You even tried something as simple as a flip phone, and no luck. He despised the modern world. Especially modern technology.
It did make you quite sad because you wouldn’t get to talk to him whenever you wanted to, but you just sucked it up for the sake of seeing your family.
You did, although, have Sally send you a couple of videos here and there of James saying quick hello’s and how much he misses you. He even told you that he planned a nice dinner upon your arrival.
After a long flight, you finally landed in LA and you took a taxi back to your home AKA Hotel Cortez. The taxi driver helped unload your luggage from the trunk and went on his merry way back into the LA traffic.
You took a deep breath in, inhaling the LA air. You did miss it. Then, you entered through the front doors. You started walking straight towards the elevators because you were so excited, yet oddly nervous to see James.
Liz is at the check in wearing her reading glasses reading a book. Seeing a figure walk by, she looked up. When she realized it was you, she put her glasses on the desk, still holding onto her book. “Hey, Y/N. How was your vacay?” Liz asked.
You stopped to answer. “It was amazing! But I missed James so much.” As you brought up your lover’s name, you pouted a little. “If you see Sally before me, tell her I said thanks for sending me videos of James.”
“You got it hun.” Liz put her glasses back on and continued reading her book, then you headed inside the elevator.
Once you reached your penthouse suite, you actually weren’t surprised that James wasn’t in the room. You figured he was in his office or prepping for dinner tonight. It made you quite sad because you were looking forward to smothering him in kisses. Oh well.
Letting out a sigh, you put your bags down and chose to unpack later, feeling a big jet lagged. Your bed was the first thing you wanted to lay on, but instead, you noticed a note was left on it from James.
I ask that you do not look for me. As I am currently preparing for our special dinner tonight. We shall meet in the dining room at 8 o’clock. A new attire is awaiting in your closet.
Where James’ name lied on the paper, you lightly touched it with your fingertips as a big smile hit your face. You folded the note back up and placed it on the bed. Excitedly, you headed to your closet to look at the dress that James picked out for you.
In your closet, you see a dark blue silk gown with a high slit. It’s very elegant. He also paired it with silver strappy heels.
Leaving the dress where it is, you decided to start with a hot shower, wishing that James could’ve joined you.
Because of that long flight, you definitely took your time in the shower. Soaking up all that hot steam.
Once you were finished showering, you started on makeup to allow your hair to air dry in the meantime. You kept the eye shadow neutral and paired it with a dark burgundy lip.
Your makeup is finally finished, so you start with blow drying your hair. Halfway through blow drying, you hear a knock on your door. It did surprise you a little. You had a confused look on your face as you were on your way to open the door.
At your door is Ms. Evers with a bouquet of flowers. “From, Mr. March.” She smiles as she’s handing the roses to you.
“Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting this at all. Thank you, Ms. Evers!” You started smelling the roses as you closed the door. They are beautiful. This is exactly why you’re so in love with James. He’s charming, he’s a gentleman, and most of all, he knows how to make his lady feel special. Yes, he’s a psychotic serial killer. But to you, he’s one in a million.
You set the roses on the bed and finished with you hair, styling it as an updo.
Finishing up with your new gown and shoes.
You finished getting ready just in time and started heading out the door, into the elevator to floor 7, room 78.
Once you reached the door, you knocked 3 times. You can hear Ms. Evers and James talking through the door. So you lean in, putting your ear closer to the door so you can hear what they’re saying. Making you giggle a little from being so nosey.
“Would you like me to get that for you, Mr. March?” Ms. Evers asks James.
“Oh no no, that’s alright.” James replies. He was acting like a giddy little school girl. He missed you so much and you being away for this amount of time was quite a change for him. This was the longest that you’ve been away from him.
“Darling!” James shouts, as opening the door reveals the sight of you.
“Oh, sweetheart!” You rush to James and give him a kiss on the lips, standing on your tip toes to reach up to him.
“I’ve missed you so dearly.” James says in a soft tone.
“You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you.”
He grabs your hand to kiss it and then he leads you to your seat. Being the gentleman that he is, he pulls your chair out for you. Once you’re seated, he rushes over to his seat.
“Help yourself, my queen.” Dinner was already in front of you.
“Thanks, James.” The both of you put the clothed napkin on your laps. You were starving so you started to eat.
After taking 2 bites of your food, you noticed that James was being a little fidgety and hasn’t started eating. Instead, he kept looking back and forth at you with a smile on his face. Making you feel a little awkward. You’ve never seen James act this odd at dinner.
In confusion, you looked at your food, then you looked at him asking, “Yes?”.
Excitedly, James asks, “How is the outside, darling?”
You smiled at him with loving eyes because of how excited he sounded asking you. It was just so cute. He must’ve really missed you. Maybe even more than you missed him. With James, though, he doesn’t show that side of his emotions as strongly as you do. Most of the time, he tries to contain it. But that’s just how he is and you didn’t mind it.
“Well, The Bahamas was breathtaking. If only you could have joined.” You sighed. “It’s really hard too because my family keeps asking me why you don’t leave the hotel.”
“And what do you say?” James asks, He finally calms his excitement a little and starts on his dinner.
“I just tell them it’s complicated.” You shrugged your shoulders as you let out laugh, then took a bite of your food.
“Ah, yes.” Ms. Evers pours whiskey in James’ empty glass and then pours wine in yours.
James grabs his glass of whiskey, raising it up to cheers and you follow after.
“Cheers. To reuniting with my beloved.” He says, making eye contact with you.
“Reuniting? It’s been 12 days, not 12 years.” You said sarcastically. “How about we cheers to us?”
James raises his glass slightly higher, then you doing the same. “To us.”
The both of you take a sip of your drinks and continued finishing up with dinner. Out of curiosity, you ask James, “So what do you have planned for dessert?”
James smirks as he takes another sip of his whiskey. “You, dearest.”
Eventually, you grew tired of begging James to free you from the room so you sat against the double door to collect your thoughts, resting your head on your knees. The fight to holding in your tears has failed as tiny droplets slowly fall from your eyes.
Elizabeth’s ghostly figure suddenly appears in front of you.
“Elizabeth?” You moved your head up as you were surprised to see her.
“Why do you cry, love?” She questions you in worry.
Wiping your tears with your shirt, you answer, “Oh Elizabeth, it’s James. I was having an innocent conversation with a married man and James just killed him.”
She bends down to your level, making eye contact with you. “Sweetheart, don’t be so upset. It’s because he truly loves you. I can see it in his eyes. He may even love you more than I love my precious Rudy.” Elizabeth cups your face with her hand. “And honey, I know damn well he loves you more than he loved me.”
You smiled at her in relief. “Thanks, Elizabeth.”
“And if you love him the same, you’re just going to have to accept that he is the way that he is and everything will be okay. Your James has been killing for almost a century. There’s no changing the way he is.”
“You’re right. You’re definitely right.” Elizabeth was correct. Her advice really helped ease your judgement on what James has done. James will always be the way he is and there really is nothing you can do to change him. Your love for him is so incredibly indescribable that you’re now willing to fully accept it.
You and Elizabeth have always been on good terms. You’ll never forget the day that she thanked you for coming into James’ life because he has left her alone ever since. Now, he wouldn’t so much look in her direction whenever their ghostly spirits do cross paths in the hotel.
Elizabeth smiled back at you. But before she had the chance to say another word, a knock goes on your door. She glances at the door and her spirit disappears.
“Dearest?” James calls as he’s putting his ear close to the door to listen for you.
“I’m right here, James.” You answered.
James grabs the key from his pocket to unlock the door. “I’m coming in.”
As he enters the room, he closes the door behind him and quickly scans the room with his eyes to look for you, then he finally sees you sitting on the floor. “Darling, are you alright?” He goes to kneel down to your level, facing in front of you.
“Yeah I’m fine now. Actually, I’m better.” You said as you’re looking down.
“My sincerest apologies for my actions by keeping you locked in our bedroom. I just could not dare to see you leave me.” James lightly grabs your chin to lift your head up. “Not for a day. Not even for a minute.”
You smiled at James when he said the last line. “I forgive you, James.”
“Come.” James smiled and put his hand out for you to grab. “Take my hand, dearest.”
Forgiving James put your mind at peace. Feeling the way you’re feeling right now, that beautiful face of his is something you can’t say no to. Those dark brown eyes definitely drew you in more and more.
You took James’ hand and he helped lift you up from the floor, grunting a little as he lifts you up. “Now that that’s all in order, I have a small surprise for you.”
“Surprise?” You questioned. An apology gift wasn’t something you expected at all.
James opens the door and the sight of him quickly disappears as he’s grabbing something in the hall. Keeping your feet glued to the floor, you move your head to get a closer look at what he’s doing.
He comes in pushing a cart filled with enough appetizers, entrees and desserts for two. Your eyes grew wide from surprise and excitement. “I figured we dine in tonight. How does that sound, darling?”
You walk over to James, giving him a kiss on the cheek to thank him. “That sounds perfect, James.”
Gracefully, your finger left the chalky surface of the
table. The grime was smooth, and revealed that the counter had not been cleaned
for some time. Pulling out your magnifying glass – which you had happily
accepted from your aunt – you re-examined the table. A clear line from where
your finger removed the fragments of dirt exposed the original chestnut shade
of the table. For someone your age, your curiosity and appeal for adventure was
far more advanced than any other eight year old. You yield from the table and
place your magnifying glass back in your belt. You looked around; the endless
corners and rooms to venture to in the incessant hotel was boundless. Detail
was entrancing to you, the floors covered in carpet filled with congregation of
shapes, the soft hums from the vents, the mysterious aura that wrapped itself
in the silence of the hotel. You dragged your backpack by its tarnished strap
to where your mother stood enervated at the receptions desk. She was handed the
keys to the room, the room you would sleep in for the next 20 years.
“Mom?” You called, pulling at the hem of her dress.
Her attention that was on the receptionist was now on you, her
dull eyes showed distress. From the moment you finished your cereal that
morning, all you saw was the road your mother drove for hours on.
“Y/N, Mommy’s very busy right now” She said breathlessly,
irritation leaving her lips without a single thought of it.
“Can I stay in the lobby for a little bit?” You asked, pushing
your bottom lip out in plea.
Your mother sighed. She removed one of the keys from the
chain and handed it to you.
“30 more minutes okay? Ask the nice lady to help you to our
room. You won’t get lost, yeah?” breaking from her stern stare, she gave you a
You nodded in response, taking out your magnifying glass and
began to venture around the lobby.
Your carelessness distracted you from the couple that stared
down at you from the stairs.
“That girl,” Elizabeth paused, turning her gaze to James.
“She’ll be trouble.” James furrowed his eyebrows in
“How so darling?” he questioned, keeping his gaze on you.
“She’ll find out the truth, her meddling will ruin us all.”
Elizabeth’s hand rested on James’ shoulder, pulling him to her.
“I want you to get rid of her.” Her eyes showed no remorse,
and hid the fear she felt.
“And how do you expect me to kill a child, its inhumane and
completely undignified.” March removed her hand that was now gripping onto his
Elizabeth smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.
“You’ll figure it out I’m sure.”
“You know, I hate
Halloween.” Continuing to file your papers, you listened to your co-workers
“I mean, its good for the candy and parties but, ghosts and
pumpkins? That shit doesn’t fascinate me… what fascinates me is all the fuss
about Halloween.” As much as you disapproved, your mouth stayed shut and you quickly
filed your last paper.
“Has it ever occurred to you that not everyone likes what
you like?” you asked, hinting your sarcasm as only a tease.
“Shut up” She huffed.
You replied with a giggle, since you were too tired to think
of a crafty remark. Swinging your bag over your shoulder, you parted from your
co-workers. Stepping out of your building, you reached for your umbrella.
“Oh for heavens sake!”
The mouth of your umbrella was turned inside out, and the
handle was close to tearing off. Your hand wiped the countless drops of rain
that piled onto your forehead before thrashing your hands in vexation. Finally,
after fighting with the umbrella for long enough, you left it on the side of a
Sighing, you continued down the unburdened street, consuming
your anger in quiet, irritated hums. You angered quick, and held grudges, but
nonetheless you continued your way towards the bus stop. You were now riled,
irked and without an umbrella. The rain that pelted on your simmering head
seemed to slow down, but when a glimpse of luck seemed to shine through the
blurry stream of raindrops, Mother Nature thought otherwise and decided a
little rain could simmer down the fire that continued to boil in your blood.
Finally, the bus stop was in sight, and almost instantly you
ran towards it. As if on cue, the bus screeched to a stop in front of you and
you quickly got on.
You sat quietly with your head resting on the cold window,
feeling the pattering of the rain hit the glass. The streetlights outside
blinded you, since they were the only source of light seen.
The bus reached the entrance of the hotel. Being the only
one on the bus, you thanked the driver – like you normally did - before walking
into the mouth of the hotel. You dragged yourself to the elevator eager to rest
in your warm bed.
“Y/N, I’m guessing luck wasn’t with you today.” Liz raised
an eyebrow, eyeing your drenched frame.
“No kidding,” You giggled, waiting for the elevator to open.
Once inside, you slumped back and began picking at your wet
clothes from your skin. The hotel had been quiet since your mothers passing, everyone knew her, everyone respected her, everyone missed her.
“Y/N, you’re ruining my carpets” his abrupt voice shook you
from your thoughts. You were so concentrated on your drenched clothing that you
unrecalled the elevator stopping on your floor.
“Sorry James,” You smiled, stepping out of the elevator.
“Do you not have an umbrella?” He asked, following behind you.
“I did, but it
decided to break” you sighed, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I could lend you mine? Liz tells me it will be raining
dejectedly for the next few days.”
“And I certainly don’t want you ruining my carpets anymore.”
His firm stare quickly vanished and was replaced with a joking smirk.
“Well since your carpets are of up most importance, I’ll use
your umbrella.” You bantered back.
James blocked your way before you could reach your room,
“I’m very fond of you, Y/N and I would love it if you would have
dinner with me.” James said, handing you a pasty letter which had your name
carved in cursive on.
“When?” You asked, bringing your attention back to James.
“Well, tonight.” James grinned.
“A late invitation means you don’t have time to deny my
request, darling” James’ smile stayed on his lips as he tipped his hat.
“I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.” Without ease, he turned the
corner and disappeared from your sight.
You sat quietly on your bed, your hair in natural waves and
in the silvery dress that was placed on your bed once you entered.
Taking a deep breath, the pit in your stomach gnawed at your
throat, trying to convince you that going was a bad idea. Decisively, you
peeled yourself from your bed and quickly walked out of your room giving
yourself no time to think about your actions.
Finding his room was like a scavenger hunt, it thrilled you
yet distracted you from your nerves.
You reached his floor, passing the coloured walls that in a
way, lead you to his room.
The hunt ended but your nerves remained, numbing your tongue
and quickening your heartbeat. You reached for the knob, listening to the music
that bled through the wooden door.
With one swift movement, the door opened, revealing a room
that looked similar in style as yours.
No one was there, but Ms. Evers. 1930s jazz kept the room
“Ah, you made it! I was convinced you wouldn’t show.” James
appeared from the corner, holding a fresh bottle of wine in his hand.
“Please, do sit” He motioned to the vacant seat at the
“I’m glad you came, darling” he spoke calmly, pouring you a
glass of wine.
“So am I” you smiled,
“Might I just say you look ravishing tonight?” James added,
bringing your hand in his, before gently kissing the top of it.
Ms. Evers entered with your meal,
“I’ve noticed this is your favourite, Chicken Alfredo?” You
“Yes! Thank you, it’s amazing” you hummed, taking in your
“Don’t thank me, thank Ms. Evers who cooked it special for
you” James grinned leaving Ms. Evers flushed.
The night continued, and so did your conversations with
James. He told stories of the Hotel, always reminded you of how beautiful you
were, and how he was going to show you real music.
After a bottle of wine, you realized it was already past
“Well as much fun as I’m having,” You pulled away from
James, who was ready to pull you in for a dance.
“I should get going.”
James pulled you close by the hand and quickly kissed your
“I’m hoping we’ll do this again?” He asked, making his
dimples prominent as he smiled.
“Of course.” You giggled, pecking his cheek back. He walked
you to the door, but not without sneaking a peck on your lips.
“Then until next time, Y/N.” He winked. You watched as his
figure disappeared behind the door, and you only hoped you would see James
You think back to that day a lot, the day he invited you to
dinner, the day you fell in love with him. As unexplainable as it was, to you
he was your other half. His presence would bring the butterflies in your
stomach to flutter…it was a gift almost. The kindness he showed you, the
feeling of being special, that’s what you loved. You loved him, more than you
thought you would.
He came home early, a sigh leaving his lips as removed his
hat and placed it on the rack.
“Long day?” You asked, watching his eyes light up from the
sound of your voice.
“I’ve had longer, just…busy” He sighed, making his way to
where you sat.
“How was your day, darling?” He asked before placing a kiss
on your lips.
“Lonely.” You giggled,
“Well I’m sorry to say but I have to go back to the office,
I just wanted to see you” James said, pecking your lips again.
“I’ll be back around 8:00pm.” James said as he left the room
Sighing, you noticed he left his hat, and he always said his
hat made him look “professionally approachable” to guests.
You got up from your seat and got ready to drop his hat off.
By now, the halls were too familiar to get lost. You found yourself in front of
his door faster than you‘d expected.
Your hand found the knob and opened the door only to have
regretting nausea reach your throat.
James was kissing Elizabeth in a way you’ve never
experienced. If your heart could stop at any time, it would be at that moment.
Unaware of your entrance, he continued to kiss Elizabeth, sending your foot to
kick the door closed. James paused.
“Y/N?” He turned around, watching as you crumped his hat in
At that moment, he reacted in a way that added to the
confusion. He began to laugh.
“You’ve caught me darling, red handed as they say” James
straightened out his suit and walked forward.
You stared back, shocked at his reaction.
“It’s about time really, I’ve been waiting to see that look
on your face.” He said, leaning calmly on the cane he had retrieved.
“What look James?” your body was tense with vexation.
“The look of someone who’s had their heart broken, how does
that feel by the way?” James asked, tilting his head.
You spat between your teeth, feeling the hot tears pour down your cheeks.
James’ smile faded, and bit longingly at his bottom lip.
“Not true, darling.” He said crossly.
“I’m a torturer, Y/N. A revelation!” He bickered. You watched as
his eyes turned from calm to unhinged. He was soulless, unsympathetic to your
feelings, and depraved from goodness.
“I’ve been trying to figure out new… approaches for torturing, because slitting your throat would be far
too easy… and far too messy.” His face stayed icy, and completely certifiable.
“Then I thought,” He paused, picking up a nearby flower that
he had previously given to you.
“What can give a person everything they’ve wanted, and
simply take it all away?” He looked back at you.
“Affection. It sickens me really, but it’s genius don’t you
“Why would you do this, James?” You were numb of all
emotion. Your heart drummed in your ears. Blood pulsed in your veins as shock
James was now inches from you. You stood frozen, unable to
react as his hand lightly cupped your chin, pulling you close to him.
“Because, darling, love
is the best kind of torture, and the best way to keep you away from my secrets.”
HECK YAH?? S/O TO MY BITCH @dearlieebeloved FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA UR AMAZING ILY. ALREADY HAVE AN IDEA FOR PART TWO BUT ITS UP TO Y’ALL IF YOU GUYS WANT IT ;-)
Your shift working at the concierge desk was almost over. The man checking in was good looking and not to mention, very kind to you as well. Yes, you’re married to James, but it didn’t hurt to look, just as long as you kept it at that.
“And what’s your name, beautiful?” The man asked with a sweet smile while rubbing his chin.
You smiled back. But hey, you weren’t flirting, the man was just asking a simple question. There’s nothing wrong with that. “Y/N.” You turned around to hand him a key to his room, then continued, “Yours?”
“Matthew.” He replied, taking his key gently from your hand.
Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure from upstairs by the railing, which caused you to look. To your surprise, it was your husband, James, just standing there wearing his striped suit and hat, leaning on his cane, staring at you.
You didn’t want him to get to you, so you quickly looked away and looked back at Matthew. “Well Matthew, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your stay. Give us a ring if there’s anything that you need.”
“Of course. Well, don’t work too hard gorgeous.” Matthew grabbed his small suitcase from the floor, then made his way to the elevator.
You looked back to where James stood, only to see that his figure was gone. So you just rolled your eyes because you knew exactly what you were in for later. James always was the jealous type. You were used to it by now, so instead of stressing about it, you just went back to organizing your area and waited for Iris to arrive for her shift.
It wasn’t long until she arrived.
Iris arrived through the front door, you could hear the LA traffic before the door closed behind her. She looked very refreshed.
“Somebody looks like she’s in a good mood. Where did you go?” You asked curiously.
“Ramona & I just had a nice meal.” Iris replied, putting her hands on her belly as she made her way behind the concierge desk to take your place. You knew exactly what she meant by meal as in human blood.
To your disgust, you responded with sticking your tongue out and pointing a finger to it which made Iris giggle a little.
“Hey doll.” Out of the blue comes Liz. Standing across from the desk, she raises a brow and rests a hand on his, quickly tapping her fingernails on it one by one. “I have a message for you.” She emphasizes the word ‘you’ pretty well.
“What’s up, Liz?” You asked while twirling your fingers through your hair, looking confused.
“James said to meet you for dinner in 20 minutes. The usual room.”
“Great.” You said sarcastically. There’s nothing you’re dreading more than seeing James right now. You love your husband, you really do, but you just weren’t in the mood today for his nonsense. Dragging your feet, you grabbed your cell phone and keys, then slowly made your way to the elevator towards your bedroom.
The first thing you did upon entering your room was throw your phone and keys on the bed. You sighed, then went inside your closet, running your fingers through your clothes until you found an outfit to wear for tonight’s awkward dinner. Finally, you decided to throw on black leggings, a loose black top, a black blazer and black Christian Louboutin heels. You kept your hair down in loose curls and quickly touched up your makeup. Even though this dinner is the last thing you wanted to do today, you cared enough to at least look decent for James.
You hummed a tune to your favorite song while walking down the dim, silent halls until you reached the designated room. 1920′s Jazz music from the record player quietly leaked through the door. You knocked before opening the unlocked door to somewhat announce your arrival.
“And who might this be?” James asked, staying seated in his chair.
“It’s me.” You announced once you were in his view.
“Ah yes.” The way James said it sounded rather irritable.
Once you sat down in your seat across from James, that’s when Miss Evers comes to fill his glass. He was basically waiting for you arrive before starting on drinking, no matter how long he had to wait. While Miss Evers was pouring James’ glass, he was looking directly at you with a stern look on his face, moving his hand left and right for her to keep pouring, then quickly put his hand up for her to stop and leave him be.
He didn’t scare you though, so you just sat there, staring back at him with a straight look on your face.
For the first few minutes, you both just sat there in silence. Eventually, you got annoyed with the continuous stares without a word coming out of James’ mouth. You took a sip of your wine and held the glass in your hand. “Okay seriously James. Enough. What?”
James took in a deep breath before finally getting his word out to respond, “I imagine you are aware as to why I sent Liz to notify you about our small arrangement?”
“Yeah yeah yeah. And?” Finally, Miss Evers served your dinner which you were pretty excited about because you were starving, so you set the napkin cloth on your lap and started on your meal.
James, on the other hand, didn’t touch his food. I mean, he’s a ghost anyways so it doesn’t even matter. “You should feel lucky I spared that man’s life since business has been slow this past month.”
“Spared his life? What are you…What do you mean? He wasn’t even doing anything. He was just being friendly.” You lied. Matthew was flirting a little, but you didn’t want the truth to come out of your mouth, so you just continued to deny James’ assumption.
“I’m dead dear, not stupid.” James glared at you, then took another sip of his bourbon filled glass.
You’re not going to lie though, what James just said to you was by far the best comeback he’s ever had. A huge part of you wanted to burst out laughing, but you didn’t want to give in just yet, so you kept your little poker face on for now.
Since a word didn’t come out of your mouth, James continued, “May I remind you that you are mine. Do not let this happen again.”
“Okay, yeah. Fine. Whatever.” You didn’t agree with James, but you did so anyways or else this will go on forever. James will always be the overprotective and jealous husband. It was the Scorpio in him.
James felt some sort of relief, so he finally started on his dinner. “Now. If this shall happen again, see to it that I will torture a man and tie you to a chair to watch.”
“You’ve really outdone yourself.” If James just kept his mouth shut after you surrendered, everything would be just peachy. But he just HAD to add on. So instead of sitting there any longer, you got out of your seat, darting towards the door, with your arms straight down, with both hands in a fist.
“That’s enough!” James immediately followed after you, grabbing at your left wrist to face your body towards him, then grabbed at your shoulders and pushed you against a wall. Miss Evers was coming in through the back with a cart of dessert, but once she saw James in a rage, she hurriedly walked back out.
James put both of his hands on the wall, leveled with your ears, then punched the wall once with his right fist. “I’ve grown tired of your attitude, Y/N! I provide for you anything you need and more! And I ask for nothing but your love and undying loyalty!”
“Okay, James. I get it.” You whispered, sounding understanding. It surprised James a little because for almost this entire dinner, you stuck with nothing but a stubborn attitude. To a normal girlfriend, having their boyfriend freak out like that would’ve scared them. But you weren’t scared of James. Not one bit. But you could see it in his eyes that you hurt him. You may not be as jealous as he is, which will take more time to get used to, but that’s okay because you have all the time in the world to get used to it. And someday, you’ll even have all of eternity to.
- I’m still debating whether or not I want to write a part two with some nsfw (; I’ll let my readers decide!
You turned into his hallway, 1920’s jazz bled
through the doors of the corridor. You apprehensively gripped onto the
invitation that somehow found its way to your room, followed by a lavender silk
dress he picked out specifically for you. Your heels inaudibly clicked on the
carpet floor, listening to the once muffled tunes become clear. You
stood in front of the door you used to feel so comfortable in, that was until
the invitation. You hesitated, he knew you were uncomfortable with the whole
idea of devils night… but he insisted you joined.
Just by your delicate touch, the door creaked open, to a
room that was no longer a room for two.
You stepped in, feeling the blood rush to your ears, and
your heart pound in your chest. Two men, in casual conversation, paid no
attention to your entrance, only when they realized you were quietly listening.
“So the key to a really good sub ford is containing the
moisture below the floor, so you need to make sure there’s a-a-a layer of
Their gaze fell on you, which made you uncomfortable,
“Richard…Ramirez” One greeted, extending his hand to you,
“Y/N” You replied, rather quietly,
“Well aren’t you a pretty one?” He continued,
“And alive too”
A rush of nausea reached the tip of your throat, but you managed to swallow it down.
You knew of
Richard and the horrible things he did, his presence made you uneasy,
and completely unsafe.
“Why don’t you come sit next to me?” He purred in your ear,
making sure to grab your ass,
“No, Richard, Y/N will sit where her name card is, you know
we like to do things formally around here,” James appeared and bitterly swatted Richards’s hand from
your body and replaced it with his possessive grasp. James pulled you close to
his frame, feeling you melt in his hold.
“Ah, we’re all here now! Let’s sit, there’s only so many
hours in the night” James spoke, pulling you with him,
“To our special night, and our new guest” James motioned to
you, and gave you a wink. They all raised a glass and drank from their glasses.
“You’ve all made your mark in history. Like the “lliad”, your stories will live on forever. “ James sat back down and cleared his throat,
“Now, lets all introduce ourselves” One by one, they
introduced themselves, each name made you more afflictive,
“And you, darling” James asked sweetly,
“Ugh, my name’s Y/N, I’m from LA, and I’ve lived in this
hotel my whole life” You whispered, dropping your head,
“Shy one eh March? I guess it could be fun” One man said,
sitting beside James,
“IT’S NOT FUNNY, GACY” James snapped, Gacy’s smile vanished,
“She is not a victim, she is our special guest…you will
treat her with RESPECT” James’ eyes were wide, and evident with displeasure. James’ jaw cracked before turning to you with a sweet smile .
“Dear, could you get us some more wine? It seems like we’ve
run out” James spoke calmly, dropping the full bottle of wine onto the ground.
You jumped, but promptly did what he asked.
“I want to make one thing clear,” You heard James say,
“No one touches her, no one looks at her, AND NO ONE EVEN
THINKS OF HER.”
“Ramirez, what you pulled today was inadmissible. Speak to her again and you will experience what every other victim in my grasp has experienced. ”
The room stayed quiet, you held the bottle of wine in your
hand but hesitated on going back to the table,
You heard James sigh,
“She’s all I care about, and I will do anything for her…I
think I’m in love, the feeling haunts me but somehow it warms my heart. I will not let any of you ruin this for me, I
wanted her to see who I am, and I want her to accept that without feeling it’s
an obligation. Now, smile…it’s Devils Night”
“Darling?” You were overwhelmed of how quickly his mood changed
when it came to speaking to you, he spoke to you in a gentle yet warming tone,
scared that he might frighten you with his naturally loud voice, or his naturally
James appeared by your side, something you needed to get
“Darling, don’t be scared, I wanted them to meet you” He
held you in his affable embrace, you couldn’t help but listen to his quickening heart beat,
“You know I care about you, and I will do anything for you”
he reassured, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head,
Ah, another new year, another new rec list. So, to reiterate, fics could have been started at the very end of 2015, but they had to have been finished in 2016 to count for the rec list. So fics can’t have started in 2016 and finished these past few days - those fics won’t count for this list.
*** The main fics recced on this list will be Sterek, but I also read a few other fics from other fandoms this year and I wish to share them on this list too. Enjoy!
Promises can be broken. Stiles’ love for Derek cannot.
That’s a fact.
But maybe Derek needs to hear it anyway.
*the office by stilinskisparkles (3,197 words | Rated T | One-Shot)
“Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”
“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”
It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.
And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.
He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.