the way he pushes back his glasses patrick i love you

Do you ever shut up?

Desc: Richie Tozier is notorious for having the worlds biggest crush on Y/N, Bill’s older sister. The only problem was the fact that Y/N was in an exclusive relationship with Henry Bowers. Push comes to shove rapidly and soon Y/N is kidnapped by the one and only Pennywise, will they get to her in time?

Pairing: Reader/Richie Tozier

Warning: Harsh language, mentions of sex.

Do you ever shut up?

It was no secret that Richie liked Y/N, everyone knew and no one really cared. In all honestly they simply expected it to be puppy love, something he would outgrow once he saw another hot girl wandering around innocently. But, what they didn’t know was that it wasn’t just puppy love to him. It was more like infatuation, a craving, actual love. Unfortunately, Y/N was off limits, as Bill had said numerous times. That, and she didn’t really think Richie’s jokes were very funny either. She actually found them to be rather rude, ignorant even, but she let it slide. He wasn’t hurting anyone, she didn’t think.

She knew well that Henry Bowers, her exclusive boyfriend, wasn’t the best person in the world. He wasn’t a saint, but who was? Y/N knew that everyone deserved a chance to change, a chance to be happy. But, Henry never seemed to change his ways, he was still the school bully who had children cowering when he walked by, and Y/N was known throughout the school as ‘Henry Bowers Girlfriend.’ She was certain they never called her by name.

It was either that, or ‘Stuttering Bill’s sister’ or even perhaps, 'Georgie Denbrough’s sister, the kid who died.’ Really this had grown to make Y/N very uncomfortable. She was her own person, not just Bill and Georgie’s sister, not just Henry Bowers girlfriend.


At this current moment in time, Y/N was saying her goodbyes to the losers’, having to go home and help her mother with dinner and cleaning for a bit (she was certain it was Bill’s turn, but he argued against it.)

“I’ll buh-be home in a fuh-few hours.” Bill said, as Y/N waved them off and left to go home, fixing her hair as she walked.

”She really looks good from the back, and the front.“ Richie stated, adjusting his large glasses on his nose. This remark didn’t go unnoticed, a series of groans and eyerolls took over for the moment before Beverly stepped in to break the silence.

“Beep beep, Richie.” She said rather sternly, leaning back in her seat, she was rather annoyed at the inappropriate comment but definitely not as annoyed as Bill.

“T-that’s my sister, idiot. Duh-don’t talk about her l-like that.“ Bill stated blandly, clearly uncomfortable with the comment himself, and certain that Y/N would ultimately destroy Richie for a comment like that.

”It’s not my fault she’s hot…“ He paused for a moment, as if thinking it over before starting to speak again. ”And kind, and funny, and sweet, and—“ he was cut off by Stan talking over him.

”Dude, do you actually like her?“ Stan spoke, his voice slightly deeper than the other losers’, which they just expected it was because he was a little older than them.

Richie hadn’t noticed the opened-mouthed gazes that were trained to his face and the wide eyes searching for a hint of a lie. But Richie wasn’t lying. He really did think all those things about Y/N, but he knew the Henry would literally kill him for saying any of it.

“Do you ah-actually like my s-sister, Trashmouth?” Bill asked in utter astonishment, causing Richie to sink into his seat in embarrassment and shrug a little.


It had been three or four days since the losers’ realised that Richie wasn’t just chasing Y/N for her looks and since then it had been tense in the group everytime the two were together. Y/N didn’t really understand why everyone was so quiet whilst they were out, walking along the river bank in the mid afternoon sun. Beverly and Y/N had been talking, but it was low, almost like a whisper as they spoke as if the others would be mortified at their conversation.

It didn’t take long before they had ran into Henry and his group, minus Patrick who had been missing for several days. This utterly let to a panic within the losers’ but they seemed to remain calm, all of which were rather frightened besides Y/N.

“Hey Losers’, if you’re trying to get into her pants–” he stopped speaking to point a finger in Beverly’s direction, Y/N falling unnoticed, “All you have to do is ask nicely like I did.” He spoke with a wicked grin on his face, like something straight out of a thriller movie.

It was clear that the remark hit Beverly hard, but it hit Y/N equally as hard when she realised what he had said. In a fit of rage, Y/N picked up the biggest rock she could find and flung it as hard as she could. Her throw coming out rather well, hitting Henry on the forehead with enough force to draw blood.

“What the fuck!?” Henrys voice sounded from across the new-found battlefield as he chucked another rock back at her but failed to hit her or do any serious damage to anyone else.

”Rock War!“ sounded out from the losers’ side of the river as sudden airborne rocks were flying back and forth.

Even in this instance, Y/N felt like she was having the time of her life. She didn’t really care that after this her and Henry would be over for good, in fact she was incredibly happy about that. A smile spread over her face, even when a rock hit her painfully in the side. She had no idea how her and Bill would explain the deep purple bruises to their parents later, but she didn’t care anymore. This felt like a new beginning to her, she felt more welcome with the losers’ than she ever had with Henrys obnoxious clique.

She felt alive!

Once the final rocks were thrown, Henrys gang started to back up a bit, having suffered the most.

“Yeah! That’s right! Fuck off and go back to blowing your dad!“ Richie shouted from their spot a few meters away. There was a silence for a moment.

“And stay away from my girl!” He finished with, and Y/N didn’t care a single bit.


The bruises took several days to heal, turning from purple to a bluish shade, to a deep red and vanishing entirely. Y/N and Bill had been interrogated by their parents once they got home, but they simply smiled at each other and answered with blatant lies. Once their parents had bought it, the siblings it would be best to stay inside till the bruises healed once and for all.

Y/N sat by the window, the rain pattering against the glass in an almost rhythmic pattern. Her fingers followed the small drops as they raced down the glass, and she rested her head against the cool window. Looking out into the street she was almost certain she had seen a flash of yellow and red running by, and when she looked again she found herself staring at a small newspaper boat, with ’S.S Georgie’ scrawled messily along the side. Tied to it floated a red balloon which carried it with ease down the street as a little boy ran after it in a yellow slicker and red galoshes.

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, a sense of delight washing over her as she pulled on her fushia coloured rain coat and ran outside, slamming the door behind herself and chased the small boy down the street, calling out 'Georgie? Georgie!’ every time she got the chance. Deep down, a small part of her understood that Georgie wasn’t actually coming home, that he was almost definitely killed. But, she couldn’t help with hope and pray to God that this was Georgie by some convenience.

She ran after the child with every inch of energy in her body but he always seemed just out of reach, that was until she rounded the corner and came face to face with something she dreaded the most. A clown. A clown with a twisted grin on his makeup clad face. She suppressed a scream, her hand to her mouth and her teeth digging into the side of her pale skin. She noticed the one-armed boy standing behind the clown with his boat in his hands and recognised him as her brother. And then everything went black.


She awoke soon after, still face to face with the God-awful clown that she hated ever so much, yet this time there was no Georgie and this didn’t seem like the upper ground of Derry anymore. In fact, it seemed more like the sewers, and her suspicion didn’t go astray. She was shaking, her hands and knees trembling and her bottom lip quivering as if holding back tears, but she slapped on a confident expression.

“Why are you doing this?” She cried out at last, only to be met with a bizarre smile and a finger pressed to the clowns lips. She stopped speaking just long enough to hear the thudding of someone walking along the sewer pipes, then it came to sound like a group of people.

Y/N wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and tell them to go back and leave her here. To save themselves from their independent doom, but she couldn’t. She simply found herself in an utter trance, staring into the clowns eyes, that was until the losers’ burst into the sewer baring what seemed to be weapons of some sort or another.

“Fucking clowns..” Richie spoke through gritted teeth before they each took their fair share of clown beating till the monster clawed its way away from them, leaving Y/N dazed and confused before spotting the rather bloody, bruised, and ridiculous looking group of teenagers.

Y/N had never been so pleased, she ran forward and incased Bill in the worlds tightest hug, muttering apologies and thank you’s for what seemed like forever.

“Hey! I was the one who figured out where you were and what had happened.” Richie fummed unhappily, rather jealous that he didn’t receive the same attention as her brother did.

“Well then thank you too, Trashmouth.” Y/N laughed as she pulled him into an equally tight hug, an endless smile on her face.

“Really it was nothing, could have…would have done it anyday for you Y/N, It wasn’t that big a deal I mean anyone could have done it–” Richie proceeded to boast, gaining a playful eyeroll from Y/N.

“Beep beep Richie.” She stated simply, gaining a strange look from Richie before she pressed her lips to his, and for a moment Richie could have sworn his heart completely stopped.

Once she had pulled away, both were red faced and flustered, though Richie was so close to passing out it was almost unreal. He simply couldn’t say another word besides 'Awesome!’, and honestly Y/N was sure everyone else in the room groaned in annoyance at the sudden display of affection.

Y/N couldn’t have been happier.

{For the lovely Anon who sent me four different asks with so much detail, I absolutely loved writing this!

I hope this is good enough for you! Please keep in mind I haven’t proof read it so there may be some grammar or spelling mistakes throughout, I’m so very sorry. Also, I’m not sure how long it is, so I apologise if it’s too short!}

Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))


“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.

“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 

Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.

The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.

It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.

Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.

“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.


A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

Ask Nicely

(Henry Bowers x Richie’s Sister!Reader)

A/N: Here’s a little (long) fic for you! I’ve had this one in the works for a while, finally finished it up! This is probably a lot darker than the anon wanted it, but…. oh well! Enjoy!


Can you do a Henry Bowers x Reader where Henry and his gang try to hurt her in the forest but she begs Henry to help her and he does and he starts to like her. Also the reader is Richie’s sister! If that was confusing I will rewrite the plot lol.

Word Count: 6, 137

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Patrick taking things way too far in a lot of different ways, to the point of attempted non-con, and he’s really really creepy (I feel like I should point out that the Losers are around 13-14, and the Bowers Gang are 15-16, but that still doesn’t make the things Patrick says and thinks okay); the Bowers Gang are not nice guys, and Henry is a psychopath; Richie swears a lot, you do too

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Request ⇾ hello! i was wondering if you could do a Richie x reader imagine where Richie and the reader are dating and the reader kinda gets fed up by his cursing, but she kinda likes it? and then they start to like make out and stuff and Eddie walks in on them. thank you!

Warnings ⇾ swearing

A/N ⇾ kept it PG, ps, just a fluffy richie x reader fic! Also left out the bit where Eds walks in on them because I liked where it ended! Hope that’s okay!


“No, Stanley,” Richie began, rolling his eyes. “That is not what popping your fucking cherry means, you loser!”

Richie. Trashmouth. Tozier.

God, the losers were most certainly tired of hearing his mouth open. One thought that ran through all of their minds was, ‘how can one human be so damn annoying?’

Not in Y/N’s though, even though granted she sometimes did get annoyed, she didn’t feel quite that way. Everyone said this was down to the fact that she was dating the trashmouth himself.

Often, Beverly and Ben watched from a distance, either in confusion or disgust, at how he actually managed to woo Y/N. She rarely swore, was kind and open to everyone, did her homework and didn’t insult people 24/7, so how on earth did she fall for someone who did precisely all of those things, and more? They were all clueless, but what they didn’t know was that deep deep down, Y/N secretly loved when he swore. She thought it was funny and made him look more in charge, which was something she liked. Even though, he constantly said crude things and swore and usually embarrassed Y/N in the process, she thought it was totally cute. He knew that, too, which was why he continued to do it. In fact, it was why he did it more. Richie loved to please and impress Y/N, if he could see her laugh or smile it made his day. It was worth all of the stares from onlooking peers, the detentions from angry teachers, and the eye rolls from the losers themselves. Yes, he would do anything for her.


Richie sat rubbing his sweaty hands over his pants and pushed his glasses back up his nose. He was so nervous. He was finally going to try and kiss Y/N. What if she pushed him away, or didn’t kiss back? Thoughts like this continued running through his mind as he sat trying to calm himself.

Believe it or not, the two had only ever held hands, much to every one else’s surprise. They all believed that Richie would be as suave as he came across, but no, the infamous trashmouth tozier was a panicking mess. He couldn’t even muster a curse word even if he wanted to, which by the way, he most definitely did. If he could will the earth to open up and swallow him whole, he would’ve done that ten minutes ago. Flustered and terrified were two words he would’ve used to describe himself, had he have been asked.

“So, like I was saying, do you still want to go to the arcade later?” Y/N asked while reentering her bedroom after retrieving snacks for the two.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Richie said, not daring to look at Y/N.

“Richie…” Y/N said tip toeing closer, “Richie, are you alright?” She sat down next to him on her bed.

“Are you alright?”

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m great, I’m fine!” He said looking up, avoiding her eyes while plastering a faux smile across his face.

Y/N tilted her head to the side in disbelief, she knew he wasn’t feeling fine nor was he feeling great.

“What’s wro-”

Richie engulfed her in a sloppy and inexperienced kiss. She kissed back.

“Fuck, yeah.” His inner conscience praised.

“I’m dead dear, not stupid.”

Pairing: James March x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1425

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.

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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!

Punish Me [a James March smut]

Request: Can u please make a James March imagine where he’s married to the reader & someone flirts with her & she goes along with it to tease him & he takes her back to their room & “punishes” her for seducing other men ? (You’re the best page on tumblr ILY.)

a/n: ok so i did smut, first time writing it so tell me if its good or nah and i might do more REQUEST CLOSED


Recently your sex life with James has been nonexistent. He’s been too busy mentoring John to even have a nice dinner with you. Tonight is the last straw. He hasn’t shown up yet and you can’t take anymore. You grab your ruby red shawl, draping it around your shoulders while you descend down the golden staircase to the lobby. A handsome man stares at you, smiling, and begins to walk towards you.

He hands you a shot glass, which you gladly accept. “I saw you from across the room and I just had to come talk to you.” He flashes his sparkling teeth, sitting down next to you. His jawline isn’t as sharp as James’, nor is his eyes the same, instead a mix between blue and green. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks, putting his hand on top of yours.

“Y/N. And you, handsome?” You flirt back, moving your hand out of his and taking a chug of your shot. Your hand rests on his wrist as he tells you his name, slowly inching up his gray suit sleeve; his eyes follow your every move, watching with a smirk. “What would you say about going to your room to get to know each other?” You wink. He’s not your husband but you can’t help it, you need some release.

Before the man can answer, your husband towers over the two of you. His face is bright red and his brown eyes are a shade darker, appearing black. “I would highly appreciate if I could speak to MY wife in private.” He fumes, ripping your hand from the man’s suit and dragging you to the elevator. Teasingly, you wave your fingers over your shoulder; James rolls his eyes, shoving you in the small space. “When the doors open, I want you in our room, do you understand, dearest?” He purrs in your ear; you nod, sashaying out of the doors.

As you strut down the hallway, you make sure to sway your hips, smirking when you get in the room. Not even a minute later, the tan door slams behind James. His dress shoes pad on the carpet and he looks at you like an animal about to attack his prey. You cross your legs, sitting on the plush bed.

He peers down, pushing you back on the mattress forcefully. “Now, Mrs. March, what have I told you about seducing other men?” He grunts, running his big hands up your body; you gasp when his fingers plunge in between your breasts, ripping your black dress. A smirk tickles his lips, seeing you fully naked.

Whimpering while his nimble fingers hover above your breasts, you arch your back, aching for contact. “Not to.” You breath, raking your hands down his brown vest, popping the gold buttons.  “James, please, I need-” You gasp, feeling one of his long fingers dig into your sex.

Smacking your hand away, he tsks you, puckering his lips. The finger curls in a ‘come here’ motion and you cry out, balling the satin sheets in your fists. “You have been a very, very naughty girl. Disobeying my orders, flirting with other men in my presence… Tonight you will not touch me unless told otherwise,  or I will tie you to the bed and leave you, understood?” He snarls, biting your neck hard enough to draw blood; you scream, nodding. “Use your words, darling.”

“Yes, Mr. March!” You moan as he smacks your thigh. He smirks; loving the way his name drips from your lips. Ducking his head, he removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth and sucking your juices. After they’re clean, they latch onto your hips tight enough to create bruises. His tongue soon collides with your pussy, licking a long stripe up the center.

Out of habit, your hand flies to his hair, tugging on the short black curls. His tongue retracts in his mouth and he peers up at you through his thick lashes. “Darling, you disobeyed me again tonight.” He sighs, standing up on his knees; you shake your head. “Ah, what a shame;  I was enjoying myself…” He grunts, undoing his ascot from his neck and grabbing your wrist. You struggle, pulling away from the bedpost. “Alas, I warned you, did I not?” He groans, slamming your wrist to the wood and tying it.

You pout, other hand cupping his groin, making his breath hitch. Palming him, he grows aroused, leaning on the bedpost. “Am I being naughty to Mr. March? Is he going to punish me? Hmm?” You smirk, batting your eyelashes as you unzip his trousers. He glares at you, watching you pull his pants down, letting his cock spring free; hard as fuck. “It looks like he wants me just as bad as I want him, does he not?” You mock, wrapping your hand around his dick and pumping it once.

James moans, letting your wrist go. He lines up with your core, ramming into you at a fast pace, not giving any time to adjust to his size. A scream escapes from your lips and you tear his white dress shirt off, so you can drag your nails down his muscular back, surely leaving bright red marks. Sweat forms on his forehead with each thrust, slowly becoming sloppy. “You-are-mine!” He grunts, out of breath.

Whimpers leave your mouth while he empties inside you; his fluid mixing with yours. “James!” You shout; he thrusts into you one last time before pulling out. You both lay beside each other, gazing at the ceiling. “Mrs. March needed you to sex her up.” You pant as your husband smirks. Score one for James Patrick March.

Kiss me, I'm Irish ☘

Just a little smutty Friends to Lovers (with no pining!) fun for this holiday, dedicated to @swallowedsong for various reasons. Sláinte! (rated M, 3000 words, AO3)

She almost choked on her green beer as her best friend’s feet came up off the ground as the burly, flanneled lumberjack (well, big guy in flannel shirt) at the bar planted a smacking kiss right on those unsuspecting lips. She’d told Killian what would happen if we wore that shirt, but he didn’t listen. Emma’s laughter is lost in the packed pub filled to the brim with St. Patrick’s Day revelers, but she knows Killian hears it, his telltale eyebrow lifting as Paul Bunyan releases him and gives him a jovial pat on the back.

“You had to know that would happen at some point, lad.”

“Aye, mate…sláinte!”

Emma shakes her head at Killian’s seemingly unflappable facade, watching as he shares a big grin and a toast with his kissing buddy at the end of the bar. But as he makes his way back to her she can see the signs of his mild embarrassment in the red glow of his pointy ears to the sheen of sweat at the hollow of his throat.

“Regretting that shirt yet?”

“Why Swan? That was the best kiss I’ve had all night.”

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What does that make you? (Bowers Gang x Reader x The Losers Club)

A/n: This is just an experiment since it’s my first time writing for the It movie! I was almost done until I got a similar request to my idea! Hope you enjoy! Requests are open!

Requested: The reader Defending The Losers Club by The Bowers Gang?

Summary: You and your friends are excited for the summer break, that’s until fucking Henry Bowers showed up at your door step!

Warning: None really! Just swearing!

As usual, you and the losers club walked out of the hell hole that is considered a school. The only thing you guys wanted was to end this year without seeing ANY of the bowers gang assholes! Although it was possible to escape them, your friends were his #1 target! You just needed to find a way to switch his target and get your friends out of his trap!

You weren’t exactly apart of the Losers Club because you were 15 and they were 13-14! The only thing that sucks is Henry is in one of your classes! You were at least happy at the fact the boys don’t need to see his ugly ass mullet face till the end of the day!

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Request ⇾ can you do a cute bill x reader where she’s the book stores daughter and he has a crush, they get together because she throws a book off Richie’s head when he makes a sexist comment or something? thanks!

Warnings ⇾ Richie being sexist, Richie swearing etc

A/N ⇾ Keep sending in requests guys & go check out the bev x bill fic I posted earlier, it’s called Ecstasy!


“C'mon, I promise it w-will be fun!” Bill said for the hundredth time, in an attempt to sway his friends to join him on today’s conquest.

“The bookstore? Fun? Keep dreaming, Billy Boy.” Richie retorted, scoffing and rolling his eyes. “News flash, Bill. Schools out for summer!”

Bill just rolled his eyes, laughing alongside three of his other friends as they walked to collect their bikes.

“He only wants to go because he has a crush on the owners daughter!” Stan said rolling his eyes. He was only poking fun at Bill, but it was completely true.

Bill did have a crush on the owners daughter, she was called Y/N, and he thought she was gorgeous.


“If we’re here for more than fifteen minutes, I’ll be dragging our asses outta here. Just a pre warning, Billy boy.” Richie stated as they all entered the infamous bookshop.


Y/N was sat at one of the tables, scan reading one of Harper Lee’s books, waiting for her father to finish so they could close up for the night. Y/N loved to read, write and anything related to English. She was incredibly smart, too, not that she would ever admit it.

Her head perked up as she heard the bell to the shop ringing, four boys entering.

Ah, there he was. The boy who she’d been crushing on since the day he first entered. She had no clue what his name was but their connection was undeniable.

Bill glanced over at her, in an attempt to catch her eyes, and smiled at her whilst giving her a small wave. She gracefully waved back and gave him a sweet smile in return before popping her head back down.

Bill and his friends went and sat down at the table next to her.

Their ‘goddamn plan’ (as Richie called it, probably because he’d heard it so many times!) was for Bill to nonchalantly exclaim how he loved the book she was reading, whether he even knew what it was or not, and the three would be there for support, because god knew he needed it.

“Go on, Billy, stop being so whipped. You wear the pants, don’t you? Put her back in the kitchen.” Richie joked, but it was not received as intended and from that moment on, Bill knew his plan was ruined.

Before anyone could’ve said anything, however, Y/N launched the book she was reading off of the loudmouth with the big glasses. She didn’t know who he was, but she did not like hearing the sexist comments he was making.

“The fuck?” Richie exclaimed, standing up immediately whilst pushing his glasses back up his face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Bill just laughed and held his hand up to high five his book store crush, to which she gladly reciprocated.

“That’s what you g-get, Richie. You c-crossed a l-line there.”

He smiled at the girl and they both giggled.

“I’m B-B-Bill and that asshole you just h-hit with a b-book, great shot by the w-way, is Richie. Just ignore him, he m-means well even if it d-doesn’t s-seem like it.”

“I’m Y/N.”

Bill extended his arm to give her her book back, “I love this book!” He exclaimed. For the record, he definitely had no clue what the book was, but at least he, kind of, stuck to that goddamn plan.

AHS Hotel: User & Abuser

Tristan Duffy, James March x Reader

Word Count: 2128


Today is your boyfriend, Tristan’s runway modeling gig. It is held by the infamous Will Drake at the Hotel Cortez in downtown Los Angeles. You didn’t go with Tristan to most of his gigs, but you had the day off of work and not to mention, an overnight stay here is free thanks to Will Drake. 

Another reason was because you didn’t trust Tristan. He gained a terrible habit of doing drugs at his gigs and you wanted to be there to make sure he doesn’t. But who knows, Tristan always finds a way. You even tried to convince him to go to rehab in the past but every time you brought it up, he would get defensive.

You know you deserve better and your friends are always telling you to leave him, but you just can’t let go. The both of you have gone through so much together. Good and bad.

There was even a dark time when Tristan has hit you when the both of you got in a heated argument while being heavily intoxicated. He was too drunk to fully realize it, so you just cried yourself to sleep. Being sober the following morning, Tristan apologized and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

“Tristan, you’re on in 10!” The backstage crew member shouted to Tristan as he was walking past him. He was all over the place trying to stay organized, telling models when they were up next. The plan is for Tristan to make an appearance 4 times throughout the show in 4 different outfits.

“Yup!” Tristan replied while sitting in front of the vanity mirror. There was a hairstylist doing last minute touches on his hair. You were standing next to Tristan, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Babe, can you not? I don’t want you in my personal space right now.” Tristan says, moving his shoulder away from you. He’s been such a diva all day and you just went along with it.

“Okay. Whatever.” You let out a sigh, then went to sit on a chair about 5 feet away from him, pulling out your smartphone to keep yourself occupied.

6 minutes later you go to use the bathroom.

Once you come back, you see Tristan quickly snort a line of white powder on his vanity. Your eyes raging with anger, you push Tristan on the back. “What the hell, Tristan?!” 

Tristan rolls his eyes. 

“Tristan Duffy, let’s go! You’re up after Lawrence and Stacy.” The backstage crew member grabs him by the arm to his place. Tristan doesn’t even say a word to you.

“What the fuck?!” Being so angry and disappointed with your boyfriend, you chose not to rush to sit front row to watch him do his thing on the catwalk. Instead, you go to the bar upstairs. 

Because of the fashion event going on in the lobby, the bar is pretty much empty. You see the bartender who’s tall and slim with a bald head, wearing green eye shadow and thick eye liner. Sitting at the bar, you see a pale man with dark brown hair and a modern day Gomez Addams mustache. He is also dressed to the nines in a dark blue suit.

You sit one chair away from him. The bartender walks over to you and asks, “I’m Liz. What’ll you be having, hun?”

“Just make me the strongest drink you can make.” You respond.

“You got it.” Liz starts on making your drink.

“This one’s on me, dear.” The man tells Liz and then looks at you. He moves to sit on the stool next you and puts his hand out for you to shake. “I’m James. James Patrick March.”

“Y/N.” You put your hand to shake his back, but instead, he grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles. Wow. You can’t remember the last time Tristan ever did that to you. “The way you’re dressed, you look like you should be joining the fashion show downstairs.”

James looks up, opening his mouth, letting teeth show. His eyes wide as he responds with, “Ah, yes.” He pauses, then looks back at you. “That sort of festivity is not to my liking. May I ask why are you not attending such occasion?” He had a really strong tone of voice and sounds straight out of an old movie, similar to Clark Gable. Whereas your boyfriend talks more like Rob Kardashian. This man is definitely classy.

“Well, my boyfriend is in the show. But, he really pissed me off beforehand and I can’t even look at him in the face right now. So. Here I am.” You let out a fake laugh. Liz hands you your drink and you take a sip. “The next one’s on me, James.”

“Oh no. Have anything you like, dear. This is my hotel.” With drink in one hand, he puts both of his arms out, being proud to show off his hotel.

“Wow this is your hotel? Tell me all about it.” You are very opened to hearing anything this nice man has to say about his hotel. For once, a man (especially a good looking man) cares to have a decent conversation with you while being very passionate about it. You didn’t want to compare a stranger to your boyfriend, but whenever you sit down with Tristan at the dinner table, he’s always on his damn phone looking through social media instead of talking to you. You really hated how technology has so much control over people nowadays.

“Splendid!” James says in excitement. “Come. Let’s sit.” James nods his head, then puts the hand that’s holding his drink to point at the table nearby.

The table you chose to sit at has a perfect view of the fashion show. Coincidentally, you see Tristan walk on the white runway. A part of you wishes you could be there to support him, but you’re just so pissed about him resorting to drugs. You thought he wouldn’t do it when you’re around, but Tristan’s a hard person to control.

Two hours pass and during that time, you listened to James fascinate about his hotel and he listened to you rant about your boyfriend. The conversation you were having with him made you forget all about the fashion show. James was being a great listener. He didn’t have much to say about Tristan. Most of the time, he nodded his head and listened while smoking a cigarette. You were so caught up in the conversation that you even told James about the violent drunken fight you had with Tristan before. “A man must never lay a hand on his beloved. Especially if she is beautiful like you, dear.” James looks you directly in the eye, then takes a sip of his drink.

You looked down and smiled. James is such a charming man.

You chugged whatever’s left in your glass and check the time on your phone. “Oh shit. I didn’t even realize we’ve been talking this long.” You look over the lobby, seeing everything getting cleaned up. Rushingly, you put your phone in your bag and stand up. “I should really get going, Tristan’s probably wondering where I’m at.” 

“As they say, time flies when one is having fun.” James grins. 

As he’s still sitting down, you quickly give him a hug. He can smell the aroma of your perfume. “It was nice meeting you, James. Thanks again for the drinks. I had a great time.” You start heading downstairs to the elevator.

James puts out his cigarette and starts slowly walking towards the bar. with his hands behind his back. He’s eyeing you while you’re still in sight. 

Liz notices him right away. “James. She has a boyfriend, remember?”

“Ah yes. From what I have learned, this significant other of hers does not have good intentions. I just know.”

Finally, you reached the floor your suite is in. You unlock the door with your room key and rush in, setting your purse on the floor being worried that Tristan’s been concerned where you’ve been.

You start looking for Tristan. The first thing you see is half of an empty bottle of vodka on the table. Then, you walk in the bedroom and find him snorting another line of whatever drug that is on the nightstand. “Are you serious right now?!” You push Tristan and quickly wipe off whatever’s left on the nightstand with your hand. 

Tristan stands up. “What the hell, babe?!” Instead of being embarrassed about you finding out, he’s pissed that you wasted it.

You stand on your tip toes and push Tristan again. “What the hell is wrong with you?! God dammit, you weren’t even worried about where I’ve been for the past couple of hours?!” 

“Stop fucking pushing me, dude!” Tristan yells, putting his face closer to yours as hes grabbing both of your arms.

“Look at you. You’re pathetic. You should’ve gone to rehab like I said. But no, you’re such a fucking loser!” You let go of his grip and push him again, which fills him with even more anger. You can see his face turn red and his jaw clench. He picks you up and throws on the nearest desk, causing the mirror to break. “Tristan!” You screamed. There’s no way that the people in the halls wouldn’t hear that. While he’s staring at you, he’s huffing and puffing from the strength he used to throw you. Mixing drugs, alcohol and anger is never the best idea.

Your mind is filled with confusion. The man you thought that loves you has really outdone himself this time. He made a promise that he wouldn’t lay a hand on you again. You’re so frightened now and just wished you left him the first time it happened. 

You thought to yourself, who knows what else he’s capable of doing? Not thinking thoroughly in the heat of the moment, you grab one of the broken mirror pieces, run up to Tristan and cut his face with it. “I hate you!” 

“Oh, you do huh?!” Tristan grabs you by the wrist, but right before he has the chance to abuse you again, James appears to stop him, making Tristan let go of your wrist. You ran to the nearest wall and cried. You could’ve sworn that the door was locked behind you. But you didn’t care to question it at this point. You’re just thankful that James is here to save you.

“Who are you?” Tristan still breathing heavily asks.

“It does not matter, dear boy. This is my hotel. And I will not allow you to harm, Miss Y/N.” James does not break eye contact.

You look up to see what’s going on as you’re wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. 

An older woman with red hair, wearing a maid uniform bends down to you, handing you a tissue. As you’re sniffling, you say, “Thank you, uhhhhh.”

“Hazel Evers. But you can call me Miss Evers.” The woman smiles at you as she is getting your hair out of your face.

“Fuck off, man!” Tristan attempts to attack James. James being much stronger than him, pushes Tristan on the bed. You can see the veins popping out of James’ neck from using his strength.

James grabs a gun out of his pocket and shoots Tristan in the head.

Your eyes widen in shock and you get up to rush to Tristan’s body but James stops to hold you. “Oh my god, what did you do?!” You didn’t think a man like James was capable of killing someone. 

“I saved you, dear. I saved you before it was too late.” Something about James’ voice is very calming to you. Still holding you, he grabs a handkerchief from his jacket and wipes away your tears.

Taking you with him, he goes to sit on the couch and lays your head to rest on his lap as you cry. Your head was filling with mixed emotions. Of course, you’re sad that the man you thought you loved is laying there dead. But what if James didn’t show up to save you? Who knows what else Tristan is capable of doing to you. He could’ve easily killed you as well. So much just happened in a short amount of time that all you want to do is lay down and cry.

“Miss Evers!” James turns his head to Miss Evers.

“Yes, Mr. March?!” She answers. Miss Evers seems very loyal to James.

“Would you get Sally to help you rid of this body?”

“Right away, sir! What a glorious stain!” She leaves the room excitedly.

James looks back down on you and caresses your head. “There there, dearest. Never will I hurt you like he did.”

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"Well... I don't... NOT love you..." | if you could just find a way to incorporate this into an Analogical short, my day would be made. Please.

asdfg hopefully this is good enough!


Feelings were not Logan’s forth, he had reached his peace with that small fact.

Sure, he felt emotions like the others; the excitement of a new book, the joy at proving one of his theories correct, the smugness at proving one of them wrong, that warm feeling he didn’t had a name for whenever Virgil felt comfortable around him.

But –and at this thought Logan sighed, messing his hair with one hand and removing his glasses with the other- feelings weren’t linear, they were muddled with other feelings and ideas. They couldn’t be calculated, they couldn’t be measure in an exact way, and they were intangible. Logan couldn’t rely only in them.

But as he stared at Virgil, so at peace in Logan’s own bed, he couldn’t help but let his eyes rest in the boy. When he wasn’t trying to pull the “intimidating/rival/villain” vibe he actually looked younger, an air of innocence around him.

His restlessness had grabbed Virgil’s attention, it seemed, seeing as the man was currently staring at him with an eyebrow raised. Logan knew Virgil wouldn’t push him, and that mere idea was making the temptation to just talk about this with Virgil strong enough that Logan considered doing just that.


“Yeah Logan?”

“How do you feel about us?”

“W-what?” Virgil stared at him with wide eyes and Logan figured his phrasing was bad

“As a group, what are your feelings for each of us?”

The silence that fell in the room wasn’t thick and uncomfortable like Logan thought it would be. What he had asked was something that all of them had at least once wondered, but he was apparently the first one to ask.

“Thomas is awesome, and he’s the one we are meant to protect” Logan nodded, they all felt that way about Thomas “Patton is, I mean… he’s just… he’s dad! I don’t know how to explain it. He just… feels like someone I can tell everything and he won’t judge” At that Logan raised an eyebrow

“I thought I fulfilled that role?”

“It’s different, there are just some things I can’t tell you”

Logan nodded, his face looking relaxed even if a weight had settled in his stomach. Virgil carried on unperturbed, not noticing the heavy set on his friend shoulders

“Roman is, I admire him for his bravery. He’s like a brother, I guess. I mean we do act like Thomas and Shea or Christian and Patrick, or… or all of them and Thomas. I think our relationship is pretty siblings-like now that we moved past our grudges”

Logan nodded, he had noticed that too

“Then what about me? What do you feel about me?”

Internally, Logan wanted to take back his words. He sounded desperate, and a part of him really was. He wanted to know, he wanted Virgil to give a name to what he was feeling.

“I… well, I don’t-” Virgil groaned, covering his face with his hands “Hang on give me a second”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah this is just, something I have to say”

Logan nodded, intrigued beyond himself

“I don’t hate you… It’s” Virgil cleared his throat and stared at the more logical side straight in the eyes “I don’t… Not love you”

“Virgil, you are aware a double negative-”

“Makes a positive, yeah, I know”

At that Logan stayed silent for a second. It was a weird way of saying it, but it worked for Virgil, and it honestly worked for Logan too

“I… I’m pretty sure I love you too”

“But feelings aren’t your thing, I know”

“If the both of us are bad with feelings, what are we going to do?” Logan squared his shoulders and decided to be brave, this was- Virgil and his feelings were important “I wish to date you if possible, but it depends on you”

“Is this your way of asking me out?”

“Was that your way of accepting?”

Both of them laughed, and Virgil nodded. Logan knew he was bad with feelings, but Virgil was aware of that too. They could work on this together

Devil’s Night

Originally posted by homicidal---queen

Pairing: James Patrick March x Reader 

Summary: Reader attends her first Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez with James. James loves the reader in more ways than one. He could never even think of killing her. And so god help anyone that laid a hand on her in a disrespectful way. They never really discussed their status, but they both knew where they stood with their feelings, and that was enough for them to go off of. When the reader gets overwhelmed by her first Devil’s Night, James takes the time away from his guests to comfort her and make sure she is alright. 

Warnings: language (i think. not too sure how much), obviously some creepy murderer stuff. its AHS for crying out loud, mentions of blood, mentions of anxiety. 

It was Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez. I didn’t know much about it except that James hosts a dinner the same night every year. 

I know who James is, and I know he’s a ghost. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise to me that his guest were ghosts of past murderers. However, it did. 

James had been taking care of me for quite some time now. And by that I mean he makes sure I have what I need. I never really understood why, or how for that matter, considering he was a ghost. I always just pushed that thought back. I always had a hard time trying to get things to work in my favor. Now that I have James, things are so much easier, and I couldn’t be more thankful. 

James, for some reason, was completely infatuated with me. He was overprotective, caring, loving. It’s hard to believe that all those emotions can come from the world’s greatest serial killer that ever lived. But it was true. He never wanted any harm to come to me. I was the only living thing he never allowed himself to kill. And he’d kill anyone who laid a finger on me. 

I guess I liked James too. And not because I thought I should. He was very handsome, needless to say. And he treats me like a queen, which is more than any other guy has ever done. And I’ll admit that we have indulged in certain… activities. The sex was fantastic, even for a ghost. My only wish is that we’d be able to leave the hotel; be a normal couple. But James wasn’t normal. And I guess now, neither was I. Despite him being a ghost, I was very content with the way things were.  

However, Devil’s Night turned out to be a different story. It unsettled me. I should have figured all of James’s guests would be ghosts, but I was still shocked when I entered the room. 

I walked into James’s hotel room as I was told. I was wearing a long, navy blue gown that had a sweetheart neckline and showed off my cleavage. I saw a woman first. Aileen Wuarnos, to be exact. She was dancing with a man that looked like Richard Ramirez. There was a man with glasses, sitting awkwardly at the table next to man dressed like the zodiac killer. I quickly recognized the man in glasses as Jeffery Dahmer. Walking out of the bathroom I recognized John Wayne Gacy, and over by the window was detective John Lowe. I had met him last year, and was devastated when I learned he had died. 

It came as a shock to me to realize these were the ghosts of the world’s greatest serial killers. It overwhelmed me a bit. I knew James wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but the idea of being in a room full of mass murderers is what unsettled me. So I walked over to John Lowe, because he was the only one I knew, and the only one I trusted. 

“(y/n)!” He said when he noticed me. “James mentioned you would be coming!” He hugged me awkwardly as he spoke. 

“Yeah,” I breathed out nervously. “I wasn’t sure what this was when he told me, but I thought I’d give it a go. And now that I am here, I am genuinely shocked.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, this room is filled with serial killers. I mean, I should have guessed that knowing James, but actually seeing them all together is one room…” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “James is very fond of you. He’s told everyone what would happen if they tried to pull anything. I can’t guarantee that they will actually listen. They aren’t ones to follow the rules, obviously. But you’re safe with me until he gets here.” 

“Thanks, John,” I smiled. 

“Well, who is this pretty lady,” Richard said, approaching me and John. 

“That’s March’s new lady friend,” Aileen said. “Not anything I expected. You’re nothing special. I wonder why he’s so smitten with you.” 

“Believe me. I’ve been asking myself that for a long ass time,” I said back, trying to sound light so she wouldn’t kill me. 

“Look at you. You think your a little smart ass, dontchya?” John Wayne Gacy said. 

“What? No… I just…” 

Everyone started to crowd around me and I felt John push me behind him protectively. “Back off. Do you remember what the consequences are if you touch her?” 

“Oh, c’mon! We’re just trying to introduce ourselves,” Aileen said. 

“Enough!” James’s voice boomed across the room. “Seem’s like Mr. Lowe is the only one who took what I said into consideration. Thank you, John, but I can take over from here.” 

And just like that, I found myself breaking free of the mob and fleeing to James, who welcomed me with open arms. I think I took him a bit by surprise when I embraced him in a total bear hug, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. I felt him let out a sigh of contentment as he requited my actions. He kissed my temple and asked, “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I responded as I pulled away. I looked up at his face. His brown eyes looked down upon me with love and concern. I gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Good,” he responded and kissed me lips chastely. “This is (y/n),” he said, turning me around, but keeping one arm around my shoulders. “She is my guest of honor and she is to be given the same respect as you would give me. She is also mine. If I see any one of you try to do anything to her… well, I’ve already explained what would happen.” 

James lead me to my seat. I was sat between him and John Lowe, probably because I’d be safest between the two. Ms. Evers began to serve us our meal. James kept his left hand on my knee. I found it comforting considering the circumstances. James made a toast and everyone began to eat. Jeffery complained about the meal, and I was pretty sure why. The voices around me eventually turned into noises underwater, so I was a bit confused when I saw Ms. Evers present Jeffery with a man. Then it clicked. I knew what was going happen, and I knew that Jeffery would play with his food for a good hour before he did anything, but I really didn’t feel like witnessing a murder so I just nonchalantly pulled my phone out from my clutch and started to scroll my instagram. 

James noticed my distraction and he gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. I knew he wanted me to socialize. But how? They all literally tried to corner me a half hour ago. But I did as James wished and put my phone away. I lasted maybe forty five minutes after that. I began to feel sick to my stomach. Watching Jeffery turn this man into a lobotomized vegetable made me uneasy. I assumed James thought I was ignoring it, but how could I? I felt my breathing hitch. No, not now. Now is not a time for a god damn anxiety attack. I tried to be smooth about taking deeper breaths, but James finally noticed something was off. 

“Is everything alright, darling,” he asked as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah, the wine is just a little strong,” I lied. 

“You were very engrossed in your cellular device earlier,” he mentioned. 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. It’s just that my favorite band is on tour and I’m waiting for them to announce the dates for North America. I’ve seen them on every tour they’ve had so, as a dedicated fangirl, I’m super excited about going again.” God damn, that was terrible. 

“Would you like me to pretend that I understood everything you just said,” he said in a light tone, a small smirk on his face. 

I chuckled. “Sure, and I can explain it later.” 

James smiled and kissed my head. I tried to finish my salad. Jeffery was now finding an easy way to harvest the man while he was still alive, and everyone was conversing with each other like it was normal. I felt eyes on me constantly. Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to be sick. 

“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I need to use the little girl’s room.” With that, I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I was thankful it was an en suite, that way nobody could see me come in or out. I sat on the floor, the skirt of my dress draping over my legs, and just hovered over the toilet. But nothing happened. Just as it always does. My anxiety racks up enough to the point where I feel sick, but as soon as I am fully prepared for the contents of my stomach to resurface, its gone. 

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the moment that I forget all the coping mechanisms I’ve learned over the years. Once I realized what was happening, I just sat with my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. About ten minutes later, James walks in and finds me on the floor. 

“Sweetheart…” he said, kneeling down next to me. 

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice quiet. I stared in front of me at the bathroom sink. The bathroom was dimly lit from the light of the bedroom. I could just make out the shadows on James’s face when he turned my head to look at him. 

“What’s wrong? Was it the food?” 

“No, no. The food was great. I just… I had a decent idea of what I would be walking into tonight, but seeing all of them together in one room was a bit overwhelming. And Jeffery… its bad enough he’s a cannibalistic serial killer… but he’s legitimately playing with his food. That’s just fucking weird.” 

James sighed. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I should have talked to you about it before just inviting you-” 

“No, don’t be. Honestly, it’s fine. It’s just my anxiety psyching me out. I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me.” I said the last word and then let my head fall back and rest on the wall. 

“You look exhausted. I guess anxiety and serial killers don’t mix very well. I will keep that in mind for next year,” he said. I gave him a small smile. “Well, the night is almost over so why don’t you get into something more comfortable and get into bed. Mr. Lowe will be here a bit after everyone leaves, but as soon as he and I are finished, I will be into bed with you.” 

I nodded. “John I can handle. He’s the only one I trust out of all those wackadoodles.” 

“You do realize that I am, essentially, one of those ‘wackadoodles’?” 

I smiled and said, “Yes, but you are my favorite wackadoodle.” 

James couldn’t help but smile. “This is one of the many reasons I love you.” I smiled back. “Alright, dear. Go on and get ready for bed,” he said after helping me up. “And I will see you in a few minutes.” 

I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before getting back to his guests. 

About twenty minutes later, James came back into the room. He had already undressed and was wearing a plain white shirt and boxers. I was scrolling on my phone when he crawled into bed with me. He laid next me and watched as I stared at my phone. I locked it, and looked over it at him. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish the night,” he said. 

“Did you enjoy yourself though?” 

“I did. Especially when you were by my side.” 

“Well, if you had a good time, then that is all that matters. It was your night.” 

James smiled at me. My phone lit up and it was the notification I had been waiting for. 

“Fucking finally,” I murmured to myself. 

“You have had a mouth on you tonight, dear,” James mentioned, a bit of disappointment in his voice. He never liked it when I swore. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited.” 

“Is that the announcement you were waiting for?” 

“Yes it is.” 

“Explain to me what a ‘tour’ and a ‘fangirl’ are.” 

“So, a tour is when an band or artist or comedian travels to different cities and does a performance at different venues. It’s like another term for travel but mostly for the music industry. A fangirl is a person, usually female, that freaks out and screams and squeals about their favorite celebrity or band. I am, essentially a fangirl, just on a lesser scale ‘cause I really only scream and squeal at concerts.” 

“And you have been to every tour of this band you want to go see?” 

“Yup. I know every word to every song they’ve ever released. Even ones that weren’t released in the United States,” I said with a small laugh. 

“Wow. That really is dedication.” James sighed. “I wish I could go with you.” 

“Awe, I know, baby. I’m sure there will be a live stream of it though. That’s when someone records the the show on camera and broadcasts it live through the internet. I’m sure Liz wouldn’t mind showing you how to set it up so you could watch it while I’m there.” 

“That would be an interesting experience.” James looked at me fondly. “You seem better than earlier. Did the anxiety subside?” 

“A little bit. It’s still lingering ‘cause I’m talking your ear off, but ya know.” I said and shrugged my shoulders. 

James pulled me into his body and said, “You could never talk my ear off, sweetheart. I’d listen to you all day long if I could.” 

I nuzzled close to him, feeling comforted by his embrace. “I love you, James.” 

“I love you, too, (y/n).” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re still trembling a little bit. Try your best to relax and fall asleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

I hummed a response and took in a deep breath, his scent filling my nose. I sank into his hold and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 


 Notes~ You decided to go shopping instead of attending Devil’s Night with him. When you both are home, James instantly wants to get sexual with him. You both end up having a talk about something that has been bothering you for a while. 

Warnings~ Somewhat sexual,short mentions of alcohol, drugs, beatings, and rape.

Words- 1,098

Originally posted by tates-tortilla

Devil’s Night was almost over at the Cortez by the time you arrived back to your room. Instead of taking part in the event you went shopping with Liz. James insisted that if you must miss his party that you at least have someone else with you at all times. You knew what your husband’s favorite hobby was and it really didn’t bother you. It kept him happy and from getting angry at you, which is all you wanted. You walked to your bed to drop the arm full of bags you had with Liz behind you ready to do the same thing. You started opening your bags and sorting out the articles of clothing and shoes to take them to their proper place. Liz pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took one out before offering you one. “No thank you. I don’t smoke,” you answered.

“You might as well, everyone else in this damned place does.”

“I thought you would have much rather spent the night out with Tristan than with me.”

“Honey,” Liz started,”Tristan and I don’t have to go out to have a good time and I don’t mean just sex.”

“It seems like all James has wanted lately is sex,” you sighed as the last word left your lips. You walked over to your closet hanging up things and placing shoes on the bottom. “That’s just how the man is. He finds someone he likes and gives them gifts and riches to make up for the lack of emotion.” Liz took a long drag on her cigarette and got up when she heard a knock on the door. It was Tristan. Sometimes when James would “work” the you would go down to the bar and chat with Liz and Tristan for hours. Tristan wrapped his arm around Liz and kissed her before they sat down in a chair with Liz on Tristan’s lap. “Hey Tristan,” you said putting the last of your new things and grabbing a bottle of wine. You sat in the chair across from Liz and Tristan. You didn’t even bother getting a glass for the wine and just drank it out of the bottle. “It looks like you’re taking up drinking instead of smoking,” Liz said raising her eyebrow at you.

“You could always do drugs instead,” Tristan said,” if you do the right kind it’s the best mix of smoking and drinking.”

“You know I hate it when you talk about that stuff,” Liz pouted.  You looked at the time and it was a minute to midnight. James would be back instantly after that. “You guys may want to leave,” you suggested to your friends.

“March is such a grump,” Liz said.

“My husband is just particular, but I would rather you guys leave now so we don’t have to find out what he’ll do to keep you out.” With that, the pair got up and excited the room. You took the bottle of wine and put it back into its place. You’ve lived in the Cortez for while, yet it’s never truly felt like home. You loved your husband very much and wouldn’t do anything to bother him. That included trying to redecorate or modernize anything. You knew if he asked he’d probably say yes and use it as a way to make sure you never left him. You heard the door open and made your way to it. “Dearest, how was your day,” James said before you wrapping you up in his arms. His cane feel to the ground next to him.

“It was alright,” you sighed,” I bought a lot of new clothing I think you’ll like.”

“I bet they’re lovely.” James leaned down to press his mouth hard against yours. You gasped as you felt his tongue push its way into your mouth.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and grabbed for his hair. His hands moved down your body taking in its shape before they grabbed your ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you up to carry you to the bed. He laid you down and quickly touch off his shirt. He moved to be on top of you. Your hands pressed against his chest as he kissed down your neck to your collarbone. Then you thought of something. “James, I can’t.” James pushed himself up and looked into your eyes, “ What can’t you do, darling?”

“ I can’t just have sex with you like this James. Lately, you’ve just been acting like that’s all I am for you.” James looked like he was thinking deeply about what he was getting ready to say next. You honestly expected him to already be trying to kill you over it or force himself upon you. “ I can assure you that you are not used for only that purpose.”

“Than what purpose do I have for you,” you pleadingly looked into James eyes. He moved to the edge of the bed to sit with his legs hanging over the side. He reached his hand up to grab a handful of his already ruffled hair as he thought. You just sat there looking at him not knowing what to say. You never have seen him like this before.

“Dearest, you’re here because I love you. You aren’t here just because I want something that selfish from you. If I did I would just use any woman who walked into this place like I used to.”

You crawled to sit by his side and he pulled you into his lap. He was still looking off into the distance. “At most times,” you continued, “ I feel like I’m here just to be your arm candy and that’s why you offer me everything I want.”

“I offer you all of those things because I wish for you to be happy and as much as I wish I could I know that I could never make you truly happy.”

“James, is that what you really think?” He nodded his head without looking at you.

“You make me happy, you do I promise,” you reassured,” you just haven’t been acting like yourself. We haven’t even eaten a meal together in over a month.”

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“Instead of working so much next week, you should just spend time with me so we can actually talk about all of these things and get back to normal.”  

James looked into your eyes for a few seconds before speaking up,” I promise you that I will dearest and that my main focus will be put back on you.”

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Tongue & Cheek

Imagine: Your previous sexual encounters with your boyfriend Newt had been quite unsuccessful and awkward. However, after you had downed a small dose of felix felicis you pursue Newt, this time, with a lot more luck. 

Author’s Note: Hello, so I posted this gif a few days ago and all I could think of was writing this fic to go with it!! It’s short and sweet, but holy fUCK this gif fucks me right up. Enjoy x

Word Count: 1658

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"You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes." ~ James March

*Your POV*

Shivering, I looked at the door, unsure if I should enter or not.

Just the name Devil’s Night sent chills up and down my spine, so when James had invited me I was extremely hesitant. Still after all he had done for me, I felt as if I couldn’t refuse.

Sighing with fear, I pushed the door open to see a groups of men talking with a single women, and a man sitting at the table by his self. Attempting to block out the conversation of the people I walked passed.

“Ah and who are you supposed to be?” The man questioned as I sat next to him.

“I’m sure I don’t understand…. My name is Y/N. Y/N Morrison. Who are you?”

“John Lowe.” He smiled slightly and held out his hand, “So you have no clue what’s going on either I take it?”

“None. I have only lived here about four or five months and I still don’t understand this hotel” I laughed shyly, shaking his palm, “I don’t even know why I was invited to this party. Everyone here is just acting so…. strange.”

He nodded in reply, “Doesn’t help that everyone here is a claiming to share the names as serial killers.” I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, “Yep. From Richard to James Patrick March himself.” This time, you looked at him confused.

“James Patrick-”

“Alright folks! Looks like everyone is here! Lets get started! Only so many hours in the night.”

“Dibs on sitting by the chick.” A man with sunglasses on smirked at me, “She’s even still go a heartbeat. I can hear it all the way over-”

“No, Richard!” James interrupted, glaring at me and moving towards me quickly, wrapping an arm on my back, “She is to sit between me and John. Where her name card lies. Like we always do things.”

James then sat everyone down and grinned darkly, a smirk present just from his eyes. Such a smirk that though I considered myself to be close friends with James it lead me to began to grow fearful and suspicious.

“Alright. Now everyone, lets go around the circle and introduce ourselves. Starting with you John.” He smiled brightly tilting his head to the man on his right and grabbing my hand which caused me to tense up.  

Of course I forgot to mention how nervous skin to skin contact freaks me out… Silly Y/N with her insecurities. Why would you think of speaking up?

“And you, my dear?”

I looked down and blushed, “Um…. I’m Y/N Morrison… I am a student studying musical theater and I am twenty….”

“And still breathing..” The only other women laughed, “Got a heartbeat. Blood flowing.”

“Everyone does.” I cut her off, confused. "They are signs life, are they not?“ I looked at James, my puzzled look not falling.

"Of course dear. They are merely toying with you.” He spoke wrapping his free arm around me and shooting the others a glance. Then he freed my hand, grabbing his cup, “Well then… Shall we? To us! The greatest killers of our time. To John, our newest prodigy. And to the lovely Y/N.” He smiled, handing me a glass of water, “To us!”

“To us!”

I sighed as I watched everyone sip there drink and looked down twiddling with your fingers when John looked my way.

“Hey. Why didn’t you drink anything?”

I looked at him for a moment before looking down, “Dad was an alcoholic. Killed both himself and my mum while driving home from a date. I was just sixteen… I swore I’d never drink again.” He nodded and gently pat my shoulder before looking at his glass.

The women who introduced herself as Aileen smirked and attached herself to me causing me to stiffen and look to James frightened but he had no eyes on me, “C'mon now..” She spoke, breaking an arm out of our hug and grabbing my wine glass, prying my mouth open with the other and forcing the liquid onto my mouth, “It’s a party. Live a little.”

The moment the liquid touched my mouth I knew it want alcohol.

Has James truly drugged everyone? These are his friends……..

I closed my eyes, attempting to focus despite the supposed booze trying to cloud my thoughts but it didn’t ease anything as I blanked out and could feel myself falling.


All I could hear was throbbing in my ear and I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move and oh… I was so so terrified…

Am I dying? What is going on? What was in that drink? James… Oh no… James. I can hear him screaming. He is scared. Livid. Why can’t I help him…

”Y/N… It’s been a week…”

Oh James… It’s so cold…

“Y/N… I need you to wake up now.”

I want to wake up but it’s so dark… It’s so dark, I don’t-

“I know you can hear me love. I’m sorry that I did this to you… I know you didn’t want to come but I just wanted you to meet everyone.” He sighed sadly and I could feel a pang in my chest, “I need you to know how much you really mean to me. You really are a light. My light… The only thing I need to save.. To keep me sane.. To keep mine.”

I am trying James. I am. I don’t underst-

“Wake up. Y/n… I need you right now… Please. Please.”


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I woke up with a gasp and I clung onto a figure as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.


“Oh my sweet Y/N…”

“James? What happened?”

“You fainted.” He smirked, “Straight into my arms. “ Silence filled the room and in his joking matter, broke it by saying, “You know if you wanted my attention you should have just asked.” I laughed and let go.

“No really James.”

“It matters not now. You are awake and I am not letting you go again.” He grabbed my arm and smiled. “Now, lets ignore last night ever happened. And start over. Hello. I am James Patrick March, owner of this hotel and I love you.”

“Hi. I Y/N. I love you too.”

Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 7 (Pennywise x reader)

(((contains mild smut)))

Riiing! Riiing!

You groaned and rolled over on your stomach.


Your head snapped up. It was full daylight. On a Monday. You jumped out of bed naked to answer the phone and cried out when you stubbed your toe on the foot of the bed. Pennywise was asleep, laying on his back. One arm was hanging over the side and his mouth was hanging open, his chin covered in drool. You hobbled over to the phone and grabbed it on the sixth ring.


“Y/N?” It was Mrs. Stout.

You put your hand on your forehead and sank to the floor. Your little toe was throbbing. “Mrs. Stout, I am so sorry.”

“And why aren’t you at work, missy?” Mrs. Stout replied tartly.

“I forgot to call you yesterday. I was in an accident.”

“An accident? Good gracious.”

“Oh I’m ok,” you said quickly. “It was a bike accident. I just got kind of banged up.” In more ways than one, you thought.

“Well stay home and get some rest. No need to overexert yourself. You should be back tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, then crossed your legs and let yourself droop. You heard Pennywise get out of bed.

“I stubbed my toe, Penny.” You sighed. “One of the few parts of my body that doesn’t hurt right now.”

Pennywise patted you on the head. “My poor clumsy kitten,” he said in a mocking tone.

“It wasn’t clumsiness that made me fall into the ravine,” you said hotly.

Pennywise made some whining noises. He crouched down behind you. “You’re awfully grumpy this morning,” he said.

“I ache everywhere,” you replied.

“And what do humans like to do to help their pain?” he asked.

You thought for a minute. “I know a good hot shower usually helps. Or a bath.”

Pennywise giggled and his face lit up. He put his face right next to your ear. “Why don’t you take a bath, kitten?” he whispered in a sultry tone. “Or I can give you one.”

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REQUEST: hey, love your blog! I have a request: so Ben has a crush on te reader (kinda like his crush on Bev) but reader is Patrick’s girlfriend, but he’s new so he doesn’t know. Ok so Patrick catches Ben “flirting” with her and he gets pissed and shows him she’s his? Reader finds it funny because Ben is tiny and adorable, the exact opposite from her bf. i’d really like that, thanks!!!

AUTHORS NOTE: i was listening to ‘la ocasíon’ while reading this and it reminded me of how hot owen is so there’s that + i love ben sm so this genuinely hurt to write yikes ??

“Alright, on the count of three, I’m gonna shove you into her, Benny boy.”

“Richie, I don’t think—”


Richie Tozier’s hands pressed against Ben’s overly stuffed backpack and handed him a hard shove in the direction of where Y/N was peacefully heading out of the school’s north entrance. The force was a hair too much on Richie’s part, on purpose, sending both awestricken Ben and his oblivious crush tumbling to the grass laying in front of the school. Ben’s usual dose of panic shot through his veins from the collision into the girl, immediately regretting telling Richie about his little crush, the shock from the impact leaving him laid across the ground even as Y/N had already rushed in getting up.

Pushing herself to her feet with ease, dusting the dirt that found its way to the short skirt she had worn specifically for Patrick’s plans after school, her narrowed eyes fell on the boy planted on the grass who looked up at her like she was a celebrity just striding through the school’s hallways for fun. The glower on her face had morphed into from the shove softened up when she read the obvious lovey-dovey signs that Ben had smeared across his adorable face at the sight of her, a look she wasn’t used to receiving anymore since she linked herself to the infamous Patrick Hockstetter.

“You okay there?” Her soothing, velvety, voice pulled him from his loving thoughts surrounding her; putting a pause on the numerous amounts of poetic verses he was already conjuring up in his brain at the sight of her lovely facial features under the warm April sun.

Outstretching a genuine helping hand down to the shoved boy, the corners of her baby pink lips twitching into a coy half-smile at the thought of finally emitting the same effect Patrick always had on her onto someone else. It gave her a sense of control, making someone be as love stricken like she was with her boyfriend, a feeling that wasn’t familiar with her. Her freshly painted red nails heavily contrasted Ben’s pale skin when she curled her fingers around his palm, pulling him up with ease and nodding down at him in acknowledgement.

“Uh, yeah. I’m so sorry about him, he has this stupid thing where he thinks pushing his friends is hilarious.” Ben hastily apologized, his shy tongue stumbling over his words and his clammy hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

The familiar flush of scarlet stretched across his cheeks when the girl didn’t bother breaking her intent gaze on him, feeling as if all the innocent thoughts he had since he first saw her were written all across his skin for her to publicly view. Instead of from disgust at his obvious liking towards her, which is what he had anticipated since he first took notice of her in the halls, Y/N accepted his crush on her with open arms — in desperate need of the ego boost and lacking the bone in her to torment the poor boy like her boyfriend would if given the opportunity.

“Trashmouth Tozier? Yeah, I don’t find that hard to believe.” She softly laughed he situation off, glancing back at where Richie and his friends were watching the spectacle and quickly turned their observing eyes away when they she looked their way. “I’m Y/F/N, by the way and you’re Ben Hanscom, right?” She inquired, cocking an eyebrow at him with friendly interest.

“Yeah, I just moved to Derry a few weeks ago.” Ben explained, even though, he was sure that it was a known fact around the school now.

“So, I’ve heard.” Y/N nodded, not bothering to mention that she had heard that little fact from the group conversation her boyfriend and the gang were having; talk of what to do to put Hanscom in his place being the topic circulated throughout the car. “How’s it going for you, so far?” She asked him, the attention she was throwing his way not something he was used to from people other than the Losers.

“Well, it’s—“

“Here, let’s sit.”

Y/N interrupted what she expect to be a long reply by leading him over to the concrete, now empty, steps of the school and taking a seat at the bottom step. Patting the empty spot beside her, eager to have a normal conversation with someone other than the gang, she looked up at him with expectant eyes that Ben just couldn’t find himself saying no to. Hesitantly seating himself on the step, leaving a safe distance between them, he beamed at the sight of her sweetly grinning at him as she urged him to continue what he was saying.

“So, tell me about your stay here so far.”

Some luck seemed to oddly be on the girl’s side as Patrick stood a few yards away with his back to her, unaware that the person he was waiting for was seated at the school’s entrance with another boy at her side — a sight he would’ve put a stop to immediately if he was present at the scene. Not all luck was on her side, though. The rest of the gang were leaning against the car with their gazes set on their friend’s girlfriend and their ears forced to listen to the explicit details Patrick was given them on his plans for tonight; Y/N, undressed and in his bed, being the focal point of his words.

“Oh, yeah?” Henry rudely interrupted Patrick’s obscene words and pushed himself of the car. He stared down the much taller kid and smirking at him in the way Patrick had seen him do many times when he was ready to tear down a kid’s self-esteem like his father always did to him at home. “How come she’s whoreing it up with the new kid then?” He smirked, nodding over at the school behind him and snickering at Patrick’s bewildered expression, a rare sight that he always treasured.

“The hell are you talking about, Bowers?”

Patrick lecherous leer fell into a frustrated frown at Henry’s words, eyebrows furrowing and narrowed, deadly, eyes landing on Henry’s amused face — daring him to repeat his last statement. When Henry met him with silence, the boyish smirk taunting him to reconsider his words, Patrick turned on the heel of his combat boot and looked back at where Y/N appeared to be having the time of her life. Scoffing under his breath when Y/N swatted Ben’s chest with her melodious laugh filling the minimal space between them, Patrick scowled at the sight of her attentively hanging onto every word the smaller boy was saying, an action that Patrick had only permitted her to use on him.

“I guess it’s time we introduce ourselves to that new kid like you said, huh?”

Patrick sauntered back over to the desolate school, the scowl on his face contouring back into his usual smile that screamed danger. His hands fell to his sides, balling themselves up into fists and the sweet idea of connecting them with Ben Hanscom’s face filling him with each step he took in their direction. The rest of them followed in suit, more so excited to have a fresh body to lay their hands on than to help Patrick, not having met their daily quota of kids to bully. The Losers’ gazes turned wary when they first caught sight of the lanky, looming, figure heading towards the school.

“Shit, Hockstetter’s headed their way.” Richie cursed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looking over at the other two for ideas on what to do; knowing the three of them wouldn’t be enough to stop the deadly blows the gang had planned for Ben. “I forgot she was seeing that freak!” He exclaimed, desperately wishing that Beverly and Bill would hurry up whatever they were doing inside the school still.

“Fuck, you think he’ll be okay?” Stan asked, his question hanging in the air when the other boys refused to acknowledge the bitter truth, never leaving his eyes from the lethal storm approaching Ben’s romantic scene.

“No.” Eddie boldly replied, speaking the truth that the other two boys were afraid to voice, knowing that they needed the missing pair to be an effective distraction for Ben.

“Well, what do we have here, guys?” The laughing pair glanced up at the source of the new shadow looming over them, blocking the friendly sunlight they previously had. “New kid trying to get in my girl’s pants? Without my permission?”

Ben felt the blood in his veins turn cold at the sight of the group of boys that had it out for him since day one, his many attempts to steer clear of their path thrown out the window as he was forced to meet their most dangerous one in the eyes. Sadly taking sight of Ben’s frightened body, his once gleeful eyes drenched in fear because of her boyfriend’s mere presence, Y/N hurriedly stood up from her seat and stood in between them to serve as a makeshift barrier.

“Patrick, cut it out.” She weakly tried, crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant manner and forcing herself to stare up at him.

“Cut what out?” Patrick asked, glancing around the faces of his friends to see that they were enjoying this as much as him before jutting a thumb in Ben’s direction. “Putting this tub of lard in his place? Someone’s gotta show him Derry’s ropes, baby”

“That’s not funny.” Rolling her eyes at the usage of a pet name, knowing it was all for show, she grimaced at the sound of the gang snickering from Patrick’s crude comment.

“Did I tell you to tell me if it was funny, Y/N? Like I didn’t tell you that you could be a little slut with other boys.”

“He was just being friendly.” If it had been another scenario, Y/N’s words would have wounded Ben’s fragile ego but in this situation, he would rather want Hockstetter to believe that he was just being a friend.

Y/N coming to another person’s defense irked Patrick even more, the cruel intentions in him growing on the ruthless scale as he looked from his girlfriend to the enemy in his mind.

“That true, faggot?” Patrick’s attention falling on him caused Ben to hastily stand up from his once comfy seat, his pupils darting from threatening face to threatening face before landing back on the worst one. “Were you just being a friendly little shit to my girl or were you thinking of what she would look like under this ittt bitty skirt? Want me to give me you a peek?”

A long arm hooked around her neck, her hands desperately moving to pry it off due to it’s tight hold against her throat threatening her breathing, he pulled her back into the front of his body. Ben helplessly watched from where Vic and Belch were now holding him down as Patrick wrapped his other arm around her squirming waist, fingers curling around the bottom of her skirt and inching it up to reveal more skin than Y/N had intended. The gross whistles coming from the boys at the sight was the pushing point for Y/N to heavily push her elbow against his skinny torso, sending him stumbling back and freeing her from his hold as her hands flattened her skirt back against her thighs.

“Fucking asshole.” Y/N viciously spat at her stupid boyfriend, charging at his grinning figure with an intensity he adored but stopped by Henry Bowers roughly pulling her back in place by her shirt, stopping her mid punch and earning a sneer from her as she tried to swat his hands off of her.

“Look at what you did, now she’s all pissy with me and won’t do me later.” Patrick dramatically exclaimed, letting out an exaggerated huff and crouching down to where they had Ben held down by the soles of their shoes. “Thanks for screwing up my plans.” He lightly slapped his hand against Ben’s cheek in a taunting manner before shooting a look at Henry, the raise of the eyebrows and tongue running over his bottom lip giving Henry the go to take out his knife and let go of his girlfriend.

Pushing the girl off of him, Henry darted over to where the new kid was being held down by the other half, knife glimmering from the once innocent sunlight in his hand. Hopelessly watching as Patrick sauntered back over to her, his large hand cupping her saddened face, enjoying the sight of her pretty eyes glazing over from the threat of tears spilling from frustration.

“I only do it because I don’t want them to think they have a chance with you, I need to teach them a lesson. Don’t think you’re being let off easy, though.”

Patrick’s threat of her own ‘punishment’ were hidden underneath the sweet tone he forced himself to have; though, not fooling her one bit since she knew him all too well. “Head home, I’ll meet you there in thirty.” Softly pushing her away from him in the direction of her path home, Patrick shot her one last boyish smirk before he headed back to where his group of buddies were.

Music To My Ears - REDDIE (Part 1)

soulmate au - symphonies. where no one is able to hear music until they meet their soulmate. (This is not an original idea I found it on a prompt list!!)

Eddie Kaspbrak has yet to find his soulmate but when he bumps into Richie Tozier, the school punk, will he finally hear the melodies he’s been missing?

Hi guys! This is going to be in Eddie’s POV & they’re about 17 in this aka old enough to drive okok.

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“Come on, Eddie! You have to come!” Ben pleaded, surprisingly not on his knees. He’d been bothering Eddie to go to the dance for the past month and no matter how many times Eddie denied the offer, Ben continued.

“No, Ben!” Eddie replied, shutting his locker and walking to his next class, Ben quickly catching up to him.

“Why not?” Ben pouted, walking quickly to keep up with Eddie. He didn’t want to have this conversation again.

“Ben, I’ve told you a hundred times,” Eddie said, stopping in his tracks to look at Ben, “A dance isn’t going to be any fun if I can’t even hear the music that’s playing.”

Ben sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “We all want you there. I know you won’t be able to hear the music but at least you’ll have your friends.”

Eddie just shook his head and continued walking. Almost everyone in his friend group had found their soul mates. Mike hadn’t either but he never seemed to care and he’d be working when the dance was anyways.

Eddie wanted nothing less than to go to that dance but he knew Ben wouldn’t leave him alone until he agreed. Maybe he could just ignore him.

The day continued to drone on and Eddie didn’t really pay attention to anything other than the soulmates around him. This whole dance thing was really bugging him. He hadn’t really cared about not finding his soulmate yet as he knew it would happen when the timing was right but of course all of his friends wanted to go to this dance. As said before, what fun was a dance without music?

An hour later, the final bell rang. Eddie shoved his books into his backpack and left the classroom, trying to make it to the entrance of the school before any of his friends, especially Ben, did. Of course, he failed.

“Eddie!” He sighed at the sound of Beverly’s voice behind him, “Eddie wait up!”

He stopped and cursed himself for it before turning around and seeing Beverly and Ben walking up to him. Great.

“What do you-“

“You’re coming to the dance, Eddie” Beverly spoke, cutting him off instantly.

He rolled his eyes and Beverly groaned. “Come on! I’ll just sing all the lyrics to you.” She smirked, nudging Eddie’s arm. Ben laughed.

Eddie was jealous of the way Ben looked at Beverly. He wanted someone to look at him like that though he would never really admit it.

“You guys really aren’t going to leave me alone about this, are you?” Eddie sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nope!” Beverly smiled, looking at Ben, who continued the conversation.

“Even Stanley and Bill are going.”

Stanley rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time. He rarely gave into anything as stupid as this but he knew that if he didn’t, they’d continue talking about it even after the dance happened.

Eddie sighed, uncrossing his arms. “Fine!”

Beverly squealed, clapping her hands and Ben gave her that look that Eddie secretly envied once again.

Friday came faster than Eddie expected and before he knew it, Bill was waiting in his car outside of Eddie’s house.

Thankfully the dance wasn’t anything formal as Eddie already dreaded going and he really didn’t want to have to dress up.

He walked outside, waving to Bill before climbing into the back seat next to Beverly and Ben.

The ride was pretty silent other than the occasional giggle from both couples and Eddie couldn’t help but wish Mike was here so he wouldn’t be alone. He just wanted to be home, in his bed, reading comic books but apparently, that was too much to ask.

After 15 minutes of sitting in a packed back seat, they arrived at their school. The other four looked so excited and happy to be there with the people they loved and a part of Stanley felt happy for them. He mostly just felt jealousy though. Eddie stayed behind them as they walked inside.

The dance looked loud if that was even possible. Of course, he could hear the laughter and the conversations going on around him but he could also see everyone dancing. Dancing to a song he assumed was loud but not loud enough for him to hear. He wanted to hear. He wanted to learn the words and sing along. He wanted to be happy.

Before he knew it, Eddie was left alone. He saw this coming. He ended up against the wall, hands in his front pants pockets and his foot scraping back and forth against the gym floor.

The lights were blue against the faces of his friends and strangers, all holding smiles.

He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there but he was bored and the fall weather outside seemed much more appealing than this. Eddie could see his friends and they definitely weren’t looking at him so he made his way to the gym doors and stepped outside, the cool air instantly hitting his face. He let out a breath and walked, his hands still in his pockets.

He didn’t know where he was going and he didn’t plan to go far, he just felt the need to be alone.

Eddie wanted to feel what his friends felt; what almost everyone he knew felt. He didn’t know what love felt like. Of course he loved his friends and his family but that love was different.

He wanted to be in love. He wanted to hold somebody’s hand anywhere and everywhere. He wanted to feel the ache in his cheeks from smiling so hard. He wanted to know what heartbreak felt like, not serious heartbreak of course, but the aching for someone that you love when something goes wrong. He just wanted to know what it was like to-

Eddie was cut off by a loud thud followed by his body hitting the ground. He shook his head before looking up, noticing another boy on the ground opposite of him.

“Shit, I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Eddie mumbled, pushing himself off the ground with his hands and brushing off his jeans.

“Too busy thinking about getting a blowjob to pay attention?” The other boy asked, a crooked smirk on his face.

Eddie instantly knew who the other boy was. Richie Tozier.


“Uh, yeah,” Richie furrowed his eyebrows, obviously confused, “Have we met?”

Eddie shook his head, shoving his hand into his pocket awkwardly. “Uh, no. I just know about the dick jokes,” Stanley chuckled, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand, “I’m Eddie.”

“Oh, okay.” Richie nodded, “ Cool to meet you.”

Eddie nodded, looking around before looking back to Richie. “What are you doing out here?”

“Oh, uh,” Now it was Richie’s turn to scratch the back of his neck, “I was at the dance. Wasn’t very fun. I was heading back to my car now, actually.”

Eddie nodded. “Wasn’t very fun for me either.”

They stood there, an awkward silence between them. Eddie had never met Richie Tozier before he’d only heard things about him. Mostly just about his sexual innuendos but there was something about him that made an awkward silence completely alright with Stanley.

“You want a ride home?” Eddie was pulled out of his own silence as Richie spoke. He looked at the other boy, noticing his large rimmed glasses resting on his nose that magnified his eyes. Eyes that for some reason, Eddie didn’t want to stop looking at.

“Are you sure? You don’t have-“

“It’s okay,” Richie cut Eddie off, “Driving alone is boring. Come on”

Eddie nodded, turning around as Richie passed him and following the lanky boy back to his truck. He liked Richie’s outfit. A grey sweatshirt, black jeans, and canvas sneakers never looked so good on somebody.

Eddie shook his head as he climbed into the passenger’s seat of Richie’s truck. He’d never really even talked to this boy, why was he having these thoughts?

Eddie pulled the seatbelt over his body, clicking it shut and freezing, his hands still on the clicker when a sound he’d never heard before hit his eardrums. He blinked, not sure what was happening but when he looked at Richie, he saw an expression he assumed was on his own face as well.

Richie looked at him, his eyes just as wide.

“You?” They spoke simultaneously.



Can you do one (this is like in season 4)where your Daryls daughter and you’re best friends with Carl but you befriend that nerdy guy, Patrick and Carl gets jealous and in the end Daryl totally loves you and Carl together

I hope you like it! 💕

Since you were a child, your dad, Daryl, had taught you to hunt. He had taken you with him on his hunting trips since your were little, he had given you your first crossbow when you were 9, and by the time people started to turn into walkers, you were as good at hunting as him.

In the prison, you hunted squirrels and opossums, and with a little bit of luck, you caught a deer every now and then.

“Mr. Dixon”, one of the new people from Woodbury said. He was a boy, a little older than you, he was wearing a dress shirt tucked inside his khaki pants. It was so weird hearing someone call your dad by his surname. “Thank you so much for that deer, it was delicious.”

“Yeah”, Daryl said as he took a piece of meat to his mouth to be crushed by his teeth.

“It would be my pleasure to shake your hand”, the boy said with a smile and hopeful look in his eyes.

Daryl licked each one of his fingers and shook hands with the guy, then he turned around to leave, taking you with him, it was time to go hunting again like every morning.

“Ew, dad, you’re disgusting”, you grimaced as your told him.

He ruffled your hair and laughed. You turned back and the boy smiled at you.


At sundown, you were walking down the halls, back to your cellblock, it was dark and the lights were soft when you stumbled upon a couple of books.

You fell to the floor on your hands and knees, you turned around and found that the boy from that morning was there.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry”, he said nervously. “These are mine, I’m sorry.”

You smiled gently and giggled at the thought of you falling down.

“It’s okay”, you said and crawled to sit next to him. “You really like reading, huh?”

You pointed at the books your had tripped on.

“Yes, I’m not really strong”, he said shyly. “I can’t do all that you do, like hunting and killing walkers. This is all I do all day long.”

“Sounds fun”, you smiled.

Daryl had always pushed to be tough, independent and strong, so you had never had the time nor the interest to pick up a book and sit down to read through the pages. But as you grabbed one of the books from the floor, you felt the need to read it.

“Have you read that one?”, he asked.

“No”, you answered simply.

“It’s good”, he said and nodded to himself.


“Yes, you should read it.”

“Can I keep it for now?”, you asked as you opened it in a random page.

“Sure, it’s yours”, he looked at you through his thick glasses.

“Thanks”, you smiled. “Wait, it doesn’t have any pictures.”

“But I’m sure you’ll enjoy it”, he reassured you.

“Okay”, you said and turned to look at him. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“I’m Patrick.”

You went back to your cellblock and found everyone having dinner. You sat next to your dad and started eating from the plate he had left there for you.

Carl was sitting next to you. He had been your best friend since you met him at the camp outside Atlanta, Sophia, Carl and you had been best friends, but her horrible death had only brought you two closer.

“Hey, (Y/N), I found some comic books on the run with my dad, wanna read them tonight?”, he asked you.

“Uh, nope”, you answered while you chewed on a piece of meat. “I’m gonna be reading something else tonight.”

“Something else? What is it?”, he frowned, every night you stayed up late while reading comic books with a flashlight.

“A book I burrowed from Patrick”, you told him.

“A book? What is this, school?”, he grimaced and you rolled your eyes.

“Why do you care? You can read the comic books yourself”, you said dryly.

“Whatever”, he rolled his eyes too.


The next morning, Patrick was helping Carol cook. You had read the entire book that night, it had been so intriguing that you couldn’t stop reading, and getting yourself inside the imaginary world of the story had distracted you from the reality outside the walls of the prison.

“Hey, Patrick”, you sat next to him and gave him back his book. “Finished.”

“Did you like it?”, he asked, a little surprised that you had read it in one night.

“Yes, I loved it!”, you smiled widely. “Can I burrow another one?”

“Sure, which one would you like?”

“I don’t know, what other books do you have?”, you asked.

“There’s plenty in the library!”, he told you. “We can go there, if you want”

“That would be awesome!”, you got on your feet quickly.

“Great, let’s go”, Patrick stood up as well.

“(Y/N)!”, your dad called you, and you sighed as you threw your head back.

“I gotta go hunting”, you said. “But when I come back, we’ll go to the library together, okay?”

“Of course”, he smiled. “Have fun.”


After bringing a set of squirrels hanging from your shoulders back to the prison, you decided to look for Patrick.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, Carl greeted when he saw you in the hallway. “You wanna hang out before dinner or something?”

“Sorry, I’m gonna go to the library with Patrick”

“With Patrick?”, he uttered his name with disbelief, and he frowned. he didn’t understand why you liked being with him, to him, he was weird. “What is he, your boyfriend now or something?”

“What?”, you arched an eyebrow. “What is wrong with you? He’s my friend.”

“Well, you sure spend a lot of time with him”, he said angrily.

“Agh, you’re such a jerk”, you said and kept walking with loud and long steps.


You spend most days with Patrick, reading books and listening to him talking about his favourite books, the ones you could only hope to find someday while you were out there.

It was so much fun for you to be with him, he was sweet and intelligent, but Carl was starting to get angry, he was so jealous that you didn’t spend time with him anymore, and you were mad at him because he always wanted you to do what he said.

One night, after leaving the library with Patrick, he went back to his cell and you went back to yours. As you were sitting on your bed and opening the new book that Patrick had recommended for you, your dad appeared and he leaned on the doorway.

“Hey”, he smiled. “You didn’t come for dinner.”

“I wasn’t hungry”, you answered without looking at him.

“Carl says you didn’t want to see him”, he said hoarsely.

“Well, he’s not wrong”, you kept looking at the book.

“He’s your best friend”, he reminded you.

“He’s a jerk”, you said, still angry at Carl.

“I think he’s a good kid”, your dad told you.

“What do you know?”, you muttered under your breath.

“Excuse me?”, he raised an eyebrow and walked into your cell.

“He’s mad at me because I haven’t spent time with him”, you finally put the book down and looked at your dad.

“You don’t like him anymore?”, he sat next to you on the bed.

“I do but…”, you sighed. “Patrick is so different, and I like that.”

“Different how?”

“Well, no offence, dad, but you’ve always pushed me to be like you and-”

“Like me?”, he raised both his eyebrows.

“Yeah, tough and independent, but you never gave me a book or read me a story before going to sleep.”

“Ah”, he grunted and nodded.

“And Patrick gives me all these books and talks about awesome stuff”

“(Y/N), I’m sure he’s cool but Carl’s your best friend”, he said. He liked Carl, he was Rick’s son and Rick was his best friend, so he trusted he was good for you.

“But, dad”, you threw yourself on the bed, slamming your head on your pillow and covering your face with your hands. “He’s stupid.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you like him”, he laughed. You got up quickly and gave him a strange look.

“What?”, your voice was unusually high. “Like him? Of course I don’t like him, why would I like him?”

“He likes you too, I see it”, he nodded.

“Really?”, you smiled half a smile and blushed a little.

“I was kidding, I didn’t know you liked him but now I know”, he laughed again.

“I hate you”, you said as you hit him, your fist on his arm.

“Too bad, ‘cause I love you”, he ruffled your hair and pulled you roughly into a hug. “Now get out of here, Carl wants to apologise.”

You went out of your cell and found Carl sitting alone on one of the tables. He was looking down as he drew figures through the dust on the floor with his foot.

“Hi”, you said and he raised his gaze immediately when he heard your voice.

“Hey”, he blushed as he got on his feet.

“My dad said you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for how stupid I was this week”, he seemed nervous. “You were right, I was a jerk.”

“Oh, right”, you remembered calling him that. “I’m sorry for that too, you’re not a jerk”

“I am”, he laughed. “But it was just because I hate seeing you with him.”

“Why?”, you really wanted to know why he had been angry since you started talking to Patrick.

“Because you shouldn’t be with him”, he fiddled with his hands. “You should be with me.”

“With you?”, you asked, trying to hide the smile that kept pulling the corners of you lips.

“I like you so much, (Y/N)”, he said. “You’re my best friend, you were always there for me after my mom… died. And I just like you a lot.”

“You know Patrick is not my boyfriend, right?”

“I don’t know, you haven’t talked to me for over a week.”

“He’s not”, you laughed.

“Oh”, he dropped his gaze, which made you laugh again.

“Anyway, apology accepted”, you said and went to hug him. He inhaled deeply the scent of your neck and hugged you back. “And I like you too, but… my dad is over there.”

He looked behind you and saw Daryl leaning on the wall, looking at Carl while carelessly holding his crossbow. Carl giggled nervously and only kissed your cheek.


Notes- The countess wants to speak you when she sees you at the bar one day. James comes to get you and this leads to a sexual encounter. There is some swearing and sexual scenes. 

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Originally posted by itsanightmareinmyhead

You walked down the familiar halls of the Cortez in only your robe. It was early in the morning, your husband wasn’t in your room when you woke up and you decided you needed to get out. You headed for the bar hoping the Liz was already there waiting to serve those that need a little pick-me-up. As you walked down the staircase you saw the workers of the hotel trying to get everything dusted, vacuumed, and mopped before ten o’clock. Tristan was sitting at the bar when you got there, so you knew that Liz was somewhere nearby. Tristan gave you a small smile as you sat down a couple chairs away from him at the bar.

It was weird that in little over a year ago you hadn’t even thought about ghosts truly being real. After a day out of partying you and your friends had stumbled into the hotel in desperate need of somewhere to sleep. You woke up at exactly 2:25 A.M. and made your way down to this bar. You chatted with Liz for awhile before James had approached you.  

He started flirting with you and took you back to his room. He told you everything, starting with he didn’t want to hurt you because you were far more beautiful than anyone he’s met. James told you about Elizabeth and that even compared to her he thought you were something special. He told you he was a ghost and you immediately asked for proof. James Patrick March became both the most frightening man and the most intriguing man you had ever met. You stayed at the hotel because you wanted to learn more about all of the permanent residents. One thing led to another and eventually you had married James.

When Liz walked up to the counter of the bar she interrupted your thinking when she asked,”What can I get you this early?’’

“A shot or two of whiskey is all,” you answered.

“And where’s your lover at?”

“I don’t know he wasn’t in bed when I woke up.”

“Interesting,” Liz said as she pour you two shots of whisky.

She moved over to Tristan and they began having what appeared to be a deep conversation. As you finished the second shot you felt a small hand on your shoulder. You slowly turned around to see the countess standing behind you. Her platinum blonde hair was laying perfectly on the right side of her and drifted past her shoulder. She was wearing a tight gold gown that showed plenty of skin. “ I would like to have a word with you my darling,” she said sweetly to you.

“Are you sure about that,” you questioned. You noticed that Liz and Tristan were watching you out of the corner of your eye.

“Yes, please come with me to my room so we can speak more privately. “

You followed the countess through the hallway up to her room. She seemed to glide across with ease. Of course, she knew the exact way to her room and easily could have done it blindfolded. You honestly didn’t know what to expect from her once you entered the room. “Have a seat anywhere you like,” she told you as she pushed open the door. Her room was both dark and bright. The dark walls were bathed in neon from the signs hanging on them and the simple white furniture surprised you. You figured everything would be as grand as possible and that everything would be covered in the most expensive material possible.

When the countess came back she was carrying a wine glass full of a deep red liquid.

“I don’t have to drink blood anymore, but sometimes I crave the flavor,” Elizabeth licked her bottom lip.

“ I don’t mean to be rude, but why did you want me up here,” you questioned.

“James is a waste of your time.”

“I have to disagree with that actually.”

“You could do much better than him. You could be with someone who is actually alive.”

“Why do you want me to leave him so badly all of the sudden?”

The countess pause as if she were thinking of everything in the world all at once before she spoke,” I may not have liked him, but he was mine. People don’t take what was mine.”

“ I didn’t really take him from you,” you said,” he went after me more than I went after him.”

“Darling, if I can’t have him I would love to have you.”

“No, you can’t just claim me or whatever. I’m not a toy or a pet, especially not for you.”

The conversation stopped when there was a loud bang at the door. The countess moved to answer it and waved to you to stay where you were. You looked to see who it was and noticed the broad shoulders only your husband had.

“Elizabeth, I have come for my wife and I suggest you let me in. I would to have to enter on my own.”

“How do you know she doesn’t want to be here,” the words left the countess’s mouth more as a statement than a question.

“Because I don’t, so please move out of the way so I can leave.”

The countess just glared at you as you made your way to the door. She didn’t budge until James pushed the door open. You reached your hand out making sure that James was grasping it incase Elizabeth tried to pull any tricks.  The door slammed shut behind you just as you had gotten into the hallway. James wrapped one of his arms around you and you rested your head on him as you walked to your shared room. “ I think she was trying to make me scared or horny or both,” you said.

“Intriguing,” James spoke.

“ I don’t think she wants us to be together and wants me gone but by gone I mean her’s.”

“That’s seems to be a typical act she performs. This time she’s not going to reap any awards.”

You leaned your head and quickly kissed James jaw as you entered the elevator. As the doors opened James hands moved around your waist. You punched in the buttons as he pushed your against the elevator wall. You had made sure you pressed a few extra before the stop at your floor. His lips pressed harshly against your neck and you could feel him begin to suck at your skin. You threw your head back to make sure James had full range. James moved lower making sure to kiss every spot of kiss before he moved down. You pulled at his dark hair and made a total mess of it. His lips made their way back up to yours. You bit down and his lip and heard a low moan come from his throat. You could faintly taste alcohol in his mouth with a dash of cigarette. To your dismay, the elevator parted open for your stop. James moved to pick you up in his arms and keep the deep kiss going, but the countess was already waiting.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight,” she spoke.  You walked in front of James and felt his hand pull at your wrist for you not to. You did anyway, you knew the faster you could get rid of her the better.

“Bitch, I don’t know why you think you’re so great. I don’t want to be with you neither does James. If one us wanted to be with you don’t you think we would? Anyway, you need to just back the hell off now. I’m not scared to call for someone to get rid of you. You’re a ghost, I’d just have to find someone to banish you. I could probably find a witch in New Orleans who could help me with that.

The countess stared at you in disbelief after the words left your mouth. You don’t ever recall speaking to anyone like that before, however you did feel better after letting the words out into the open air.

“If you feel that strongly about it, I guess I will be going,” she said and faded away into nothingness.  You walked to your room and pushed open the door with James behind you.

“My queen, I’ve never heard you speak like that before.”

“It’s because I never do.”

“I found it to be quite exhilarating,” he lifted an eyebrow at you before continuing what you began on the elevator. His tongue moved across your body as your nails dug into his. He began teasing you more and more. You felt him push into you, which only made you dig your nails into his skin deeper. You both were moaning as James began to thrust harder and faster. You pushed your body as close as his as you could. You wanted to take as much of him as possible. You felt yourself moving to the verge of being finished and could tell it was the same for James. As one last, loud moan escaped your bodies you pulled his head down to yours. You pushed your lips against his and just left them there. You didn’t have to make out with James or even have sex with him to feel him. Just being with him gave you every feeling in the world you needed.

James rolled over onto his side and you curled up against his chest.

“ (Y/N), I think every time just gets better,” James said after catching a much needed breath.

“ I love you,” you said with all of your passion behind it.

“I love you too and no one is going to be able to stop me from that,” James said as he kissed your head. He wrapped both of his arms protectively around you. You drifted asleep taking in his scent and the feeling of love beaming off of him.  

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