the way he pushes back his glasses patrick i love you

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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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:))

“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.

Originally posted by bitemytonguedarling

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.

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. 


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.

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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 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.”

Thank you so much for reading. Please like/reblog. Requests, ships, preferences, and anything else are always welcome. ❤

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.”

Tyler Seguin Imagine - “Meet The Team?”

Originally posted by scratchedforlife

i was sitting at home watching greys anatomy, i had marshall sleeping on one side and cash on the other. i heard the door unlock and the footsteps of my boyfriend tyler walking through the door.

immediately marshall jumped up cash following behind him, they both ran to tyler faster than they run to get treats. “how was morning skate babe?” i ask slowly rising from the couch.

he was squatted down petting the two dogs as they jumped around him excitedly. “it was good, how were my boys?” he asks while scratching the back of marshalls ear.

“they were good” i smiled walking up to him, tyler rose to his normal heigh which towered over me. he smiled down at me leaning in placing a slow sweet kiss on my lips. “how are you doing” he wrapped his tattooed arms around me.

“im good” i nuzzled closer to him. i felt him place a kiss on the top of my head. “what are your plans for tonight?” he asked walking to the fridge and grabbing himself a gatorade.

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Title: Fire Safety Part 2

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

NOTE: If you have an idea as to where you’d like to see this go, don’t be afraid to drop a line!

Warnings: None. Fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

For my Darlin’s! @ladylorelitany @magikat409

I smoothed out my purple plaid button down shirt with a sigh.

“You wook gorgeous Aunt Y/N!” Eleanor said happily from my bed.

She was dressing Mr. Floppy up for his own date with Barbie.

“Doesn’t Mr. Floppy wook hamsome?” she asked, turning the bunny towards me.

I smiled at her through the mirror, “Yea he does, Ellie,”

She bounced on the bed, giving the rabbit a hug.

The doorbell rang making Eleanor squeal, “I gots it!”

“Ellie, wait!”

Her giggles echoed down the hallway as she ran to the door.

I watched as she jumped up and turned the handle.

“Patwick!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his leg.

“Hey Ellie!”

I came down the hall, pausing when I saw Patrick.

His smile widened when he looked up at me and I couldn’t help the deep blush that I felt heating up my cheeks.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he greeted.

“Hi,” my voice was barely a whisper.

Clearing my throat, I came closer, ready to grab Ellie who was still attached to Patrick’s leg.

Before I could reach her, he brought a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“For you,” he said.

I blinked, not expecting that at all. Even the other men that I had dated never brought me a single flower.

“Oh wow… Thank you,” bringing the mixed bouquet to my nose, I inhaled their fresh scent.

“No problem…. and for you!”

Patrick gave Ellie two daisies.

She gasped and took the flowers. Spinning around, she failed at whispering as she cupped her hand on the side of her mouth, “He’s defwinitely a keeper Aunt Y/N!”

Patrick blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Let him in, Ellie,” I laughed.

Taking my flowers to the kitchen for a vase, I heard Patrick and Ellie following me, “I’m just waiting for the sitter,”

Just as I said that, my cell rang.

“Hello? Oh? No, no, that’s fine… Alright Mrs. Grady… Yes Ma'am. You have a good night too,” I ended the call.

“Everything okay?” Patrick asked.

“Eh… the sitter isn’t coming. She’s sick. I’m sorry, Patrick.”

Ellie pouted, hugging her bunny.

Patrick perked up, picking Ellie up and resting her on his hip, “No worries Doll face! I get to take two lovely ladies out tonight!”

Ellie cheered, wriggling out of his grasp.

“Imma go get changed!”

When Ellie was in her room, Patrick came around the island and put his hands on my arms, “I don’t mind, so not a word,”

I laughed, smacking his arm in jest.

“You look great, by the way,” he said in all seriousness.

“You do to,” I replied, pushing my glasses up.

He surprised me when he leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek.

Immediately my eyes closed at the feel of his smooth lips.

“I’m weady!” Ellie yelled from her room.

I felt his breathy laugh against my face and I couldn’t help but to bite my lip.

Taking my hand, Patrick led us to the door where he helped us with our coats.

“Ready?” he asked.

We both nodded, following him out the door.
Eleanor was enthralled with the movie that we were watching. We were the only ones in the theater and with this being her first film that she’d ever seen on the big screen, she was absolutely hypnotized.

Her eyes were wide with awe as the princess danced and sang with the live objects of the house.

I was in awe with Patrick. He had chosen the movie and even though it was geared towards kids, his choice didn’t feel forced.

I had tried to let Eleanor sit in between us, but she wasn’t having that. She did sit next to me though. She hugged Mr. Floppy, swaying in her seat to the music.

“You’re doing really great with her,” Patrick whispered in my ear.

Turning my head from the movie, I gave Patrick a smile, “Thank you.”

He grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to him. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, then whispered in my ear once more, “Is this okay?”

Strangely enough, it was, “Yes,”

“Okay,” he said, giving me a squeeze.

During the rest of the film, Patrick held me close, occasionally resting his lips on my temple. I literally could not remember the last time that I had felt this comfortable with someone.

Once it ended, we gathered our things and put our coats back on.

“The pwince was so womantic!” Eleanor gushed.

I had been staring at Patrick, “Yes he was,”

He winked at me and I realized that I had said that out loud.

Eleanor wrapped a small hand around two of Patrick’s fingers, holding on tightly. He put an arm around me, holding me close as we began to walk down the sidewalk.

“How about some grub, ladies?”

We both agreed with Patrick, our tummies growling.
Just as I was about to sit down next to Eleanor, she placed Mr. Floppy down, “Nu uh Aunt Y/N! This is a date and you sit with Patwick,”

Patrick laughed and I raised a brow at her bossy tone, “Is that so?”

Eleanor nodded her head, giving a toothless grin, “Yup!”

Shaking my head, I scooched in next to Patrick, close enough that our thighs were touching.

A young, skinny waitress came to the table, turning the flirt on when she saw Patrick. Both Eleanor and I rolled our eyes.

She completely ignored us, though. “What can I get you, sir?”

He caught on, but he was as smooth as ever. Looking over to Eleanor, he asked her, “What do you want to eat, Ellie Honey?”

Eleanor glared at the waitress, “Mac and cheese,”

Grabbing my hand and putting his other on my thigh, Patrick looked right at me, “What about you, baby?”

I blushed, “Um, double bacon burger, well done and fries,”

Giving my thigh a squeeze, he then looked at the waitress, “I’ll have the same,”

She jotted down our order and licked her lips at Patrick, “Be right out.”

“Wude!” Ellie scoffed.

I snorted and laughed, then looked at Patrick, “Baby, huh?”

He raised a brow, “Problem?”

I gave him a wink, “Not at all.”

He ran a finger over my jaw, “Good,”

Dinner was great and we were stuffed. Eleanor was ready for bed, her yawning and bleary eyes getting itchy.

As soon as we got home, Patrick helped me get Eleanor inside and into bed.

“Good night, Ellie,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Night Patwick,”

She was out before I could even say good night.

“I had fun tonight,” I told him, once we were back in the living room.

“Me too,”

“Do you think… you would want to go out again?” I asked him, leaning against the wall near the door.

“Of course,” he replied, coming closer to me.

His hands went to my waist as he bit his bottom lip, “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Not at all,”

Cupping my cheek and pulling my body from the wall, he held me as his lips slowly and gently moved over mine.

His lips were firm as he pulled back and connected with slow caresses.

I moaned softly, my fingers threading into his hair.

His kisses were quiet, only a slight pecking sound when he would pull back. With his lips hovering just above mine, he whispered, “You’re something else, Y/N,”

“I can say the same about you,”

I felt his smile as he continued to kiss me. Patrick’s hold on me became firmer the more our kiss intensified.

I knew that when I moaned, that this needed to end before we slept together.


He pulled back one last time with a gasp, resting his forehead on mine, “I’m sorry,”

Our breaths mingled together, “Don’t be… I just don’t want to ruin this,”

He pushed some hair behind my ear, “Me either, Y/N.”

Patrick continued to whisper as did I; we didn’t want to bust our little bubble, “I better go,”

“Okay… Call me?”

His hand splayed over my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw, “I’ll stop by tomorrow if that’s alright?”

I smiled, “It is,”

“See you, Sweetheart,”

With one last, extremely soft peck, Patrick left, closing the door quietly behind him.


"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.”

The Less I Know The Better

Imagine: You and Newt are in an a newly blossomed relationship, however, once you see him getting extremely close to another girl you can’t help but feel slightly naive to have ever placed your trust in a man so quickly. 

Author’s Note: I just really enjoy writing angst, obviously. I mean what a way to break up an angsty fanfic with more angst? Right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. There is swearing in this ! Wow ! Shock ! Horror ! Tbh, I don’t think I’ve ever read a Newt fic with swearing so please, lap it up !!!! It’s also 3:35am, so soz for shitty writing :-)

Word Count: 2032

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Disrespect - Part III

Word Count: 1013

Player: Tyler Seguin (Dallas Stars)

feat. the Benns and the Stars

Warning/s: consuming of alcohol, mild swearing, gif by @jamiebenntrashPart 1, Part 2

This is a repost of my own work!

“Oh I am so fucked.”, you groaned when you saw who had just entered the bar.

You turned back to your friends and the bar, ordering another drink. You needed it. You really did.
You hadn’t talked to Jamie and Katie ever since that Dinner. You were so mad, you just wanted some space. Katie had called and you were pretty sure Jamie had hired Jordie to make them look less like bad friends, but you had ignored those attempts, making it clear that you didn’t want to talk about it.
But now, all of those things didn’t matter. Because half of the Dallas Stars had just entered the boy, cheering and ordering a lot of Alcohol.

“Yes you are.”, one of your friends giggled when a muscular arm was wrapped around your waist. 

“Y/n! Nice to see you here on such a fantastic evening!”, Jordie grinned, already tipsy.

“And why is it so fantastic?”, you laughed, gaining the attention of some of the players. Of course, they knew you, they were just confused as for why you were there. 

“Because we just kicked some Red Wings ass and this wonderful guy”, he said pointing to himself, “scored the game-winning goal.”

“Oh, well if that’s the case! Barkeeper, I’d like to order shots. For me and the bearded wonder over here.”

You watched as the barkeeper took your order and filled two pins in front of you, clicking your glass with Jordie’s. You downed the shot of burning liquid and waited until your throat stopped burning, but when it did, you actually smiled.

“And that’s why you are a great friend. Time to say hi to the team.”, Jordie continued, pulling you over to the players that had found a few tables at the end of the bar. 

“Jordie.”, you warned but he just chuckled and placed you directly in front of Tyler and Jamie. 

They had happy looks on their faces although Tyler’s altered slightly when he saw you grinning. He knew that the Benn’s had practically adopted you as their second sister, but he still felt some kind of jealousy, seeing you with Jordie’s arm wrapped around your waist.

“Guys, look who I found!”

“Hey.”, you greeted half-heartedly earning a glare from Tyler and a slightly happier greeting from Jamie.

“Heard you won.”

“We did. We almost lost but Jordie managed to get a breakaway goal. No idea how he did that.”, Jamie said, smiling about the fact that it looked like you were trying to start a conversation.

“Yeah, no idea how I did that either.”, Jordie laughed, pushing you down into the seat next to Tyler’s and opposite to Jamie.

What was going on? Oh no. Jordie really was working for Jamie. Shit. you were screwed.

“Uh sorry, but I should really go back to my friends.”, you excused yourself, trying to stand up. 

Jordie grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back down.

“Uh you’re friends are dancing. You don’t dance. You don’t have to go.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could hear Jordie starting a conversation with Patrick Sharp behind your chair, while Jamie was standing up.

“I’m gonna get you a drink, Y/n. Have fun.”, he said, leaving.

And that’s how you ended up at a table, next to Tyler in uncomfortable silence.
You didn’t want everything to escalate like it did before. So you took a deep breath and - for the first time since you had seen Tyler - actually looked at him. He was watching you, the way you were trying not to run, the blinking of your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something and Tyler’s gaze flashed down to your lips.

“I’m sorry. I was way too mean the other night. I was just really pissed off at everyone involved.”, you apologized.

“No worries. I deserved it. It was a stupid Idea, to begin with. But I just wanted you back so…”

“Wanted?”, you asked, not showing if you thought it was positive or negative.

“Want. I still want you back.”, Tyler corrected himself. 

He saw the way your eyes immediately dropped.

“Sorry. But it’s just what I want. I miss you.”, he stated quietly.

You forced yourself to look up again, trying not to look as sad as you felt. He was really making this hard on you. But could you really trust him?

“You don’t have to be sorry for that. It’s just that we didn’t work the first time. Why should it work the second time?”, you sighed. 

“Because I love you. And I know that you still love me. That’s it.”

“It’s not. If nothing changes, it will end the same way it did this time.”, you stated.

“No, it won’t. Because I was acting like a complete idiot. I should’ve respected you more. But I know that now, so I won’t make that mistake ever again. I will call you when I stay out. I won’t cancel dinner. Please. I know it sucks that it took you leaving, for me to realize this. But this is not over yet. All I am asking for is another chance. And if I mess up again, I’ll leave you alone for good.”, he pleaded, his eyes piercing through your skin.

You watched him for a second, your head doing the math for you. Could you do it? If he was ever that stupid again you would probably pack your stuff and move away or set his house on fire.

“And I’ll get Jamie and Katie to leave you alone too.”, Tyler added, hoping to make his case sound better.

“Fine. One chance. I mean it just one.”, you agreed breathlessly.

Tyler let out a breath that you didn’t notice him holding before he reached out for your hand and laced your fingers with his.

“That’s all I’m gonna need, I promise.“


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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Title: Fire Saftey Part 1

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

Warnings: None, fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Special shout out to @ladylorelitany and @magikat409!

Holding her stuffed bunny rabbit by the ear, little Eleanor “Ellie” Lail shuffled her way down the hall.

She looked around, making sure that no one was out and watching her.

Eleanor had a plan brewing, one that would help her Aunt Y/N Knowles in the best of ways.

Eleanor had been at school, the whole Kindergarten class outside for fire safety week.

There, she had seen a tall, handsome fireman by the name of Patrick. He had dimples and Eleanor knew for a fact that her Auntie loved dimples.

Shoving her bunny into her overalls, Eleanor looked around one more time.

Reaching up until she was on her tiptoes, she hooked her fingers onto the white latch and dropped down to the flat of her feet, using her weight to pull down hard.

Immediately the bell sounded. Eleanor took off in a run towards her Aunties apartment, her little legs moving quickly and her pigtails bouncing.
I shot up off of the couch, hearing the fire alarm once again and the front door slamming.

“Christ, another one!?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Ellie baby?” I hollered, searching the hall for her.

“I’m wight here, Aunt Y/N!”

I looked towards the end of the hall to find Eleanor breathing heavily, Mr. Floppy tucked into her overalls.

“Where were you?” I asked her, picking her up.

“Over at Chawies. We was playin’.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I carried her out the door and down a flight of stairs to go outside and wait for the fire department to show.

As we waited, I found a place on the brick wall to take a seat. My body ached from working so many hours, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Ellie was my responsibility now… My sister had passed away about a year before hand and she had left me as the sole caregiver of Ellie.

I made sure that she never hurt for anything; her happiness and well being was my number one focus.

I had nearly fallen asleep sitting up when Eleanor tugged on my shirt, “What Hun?”

She pointed at a fireman, a smile on her face,”Lookit, Aunt Y/N! That’s the fireman that came to my school!”

I couldn’t get a good look at him and that’s when I realized that I didn’t even have my glasses on.

Gah, I hoped that the building wasn’t on fire.

The visit from the men didn’t last long, but some seemed quite pissed.

“Mistur Patwick! Mistur Patwick!” Eleanor called out, flailing her arms.

The man looked over and smiled as he came closer to where we were sitting.

“Well, well. If it isn’t little Miss Ellie, right?”

Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide, “He remembured my name!”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Dis is my Aunt Y/N!”

I squinted at the man; he was still slightly blurry.

He held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N,”

I shook his hand, blushing when I saw his dimples, “Likewise,”

“Hey Patrick! We gotta go, man!” one of the men by the fire truck yelled.

“It’s safe to go back in, but we’ve been asking that everyone keep an eye out; see who’s pulling the alarms.”

“Sure, thank you for coming out.”

“Not a problem. Ladies,” Patrick nodded his head and walked off, his boots thudding on the cement.

When I turned around to pick Ellie up, I found her with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“What’s wrong?”


“Ummm, okay… Let’s go inside and get you some dinner made,”

For the rest of the night and well into the week, Ellie was in a sour mood.

It was a Thursday night when I had come home early and had all the household work done, that I had decided to follow Ellie to see what she was up to.

That was when I found out it had been her that had been pulling the alarm.

Just as she reached up, I hollered at her, “Eleanor Rose Lail!”

She screamed when she spun around. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with chunky tears.

“Young lady, just what do you think you’re doing!?” I demanded.

She started to hiccup cry, “I- I- I just wanted you to be happy!”

My brows furrowed. I didn’t even know whether to be mad at her or not.

“Ellie,” I sighed, kneeling down.

“I’m sowwie!” she cried, cuddling Mr. Floppy to her face.

I gently took her hand and led her back to the apartment.

“Awre you mad?” she hiccuped.

“I’m not exactly happy, Ellie, but we’re going down to the fire station and you’re apologizing to those men whose time you wasted.”

She sniffled, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping her nose, “Yes Ma’am.”
The wind was sharp and cold as we walked to the fire station. Ellie had been quiet the whole time.

As soon as we neared the station, we saw a few of the men were outside washing one of the trucks.

I cleared my throat to gain their attention, “I’m looking for Patrick?”

“Yo, Patrick! Broad out here to see ya’s!”

I pushed my glasses up my nose, finally able to see the dimples clearly as Patrick smiled.

“Hey Ellie, Y/N.”

Ellie immediately teared up as I nodded, “Can I speak to you, privately?”

The smile slipped from his face, concern taking place, “Yeah, sure. Come on in Sweetheart.”

Patrick led us inside where it was warm. The kitchen and living room were practically one room.

“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.

Eleanor looked up at me. I gently nudged her, “Go on,”

She played with her bunny’s ears, her lip quivering, “It was me Mr. Patwick,”

Patrick knelt down to her level, “What are you talking about Ellie?”

“I pulled da fire alarm,” fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

Patrick sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb, “Ellie, Honey, you can’t be doing that. Why would you do it?”

“Because I wanted Aunt Y/N to be happy…”

He looked up at me slightly confused, “I’m not following,”

“You can make Aunt Y/N happy. She takes vewy good care of me! She needs someone take of her too and she’s vewy bootiful!”

“Okay, okay… One thing at a time, Ellie. I’m gonna have some of the guys show you around and teach you a few things okay?”

Ellie nodded and wiped her nose, “You’re not mad?”

Patrick smiled and tucked away a loose curl, “No Honey, but you can’t pull the fire alarm anymore.”

“Yes sir,”

Patrick called one of his coworkers over and had him show Ellie the ropes.

I stood by the couch, staring at my sneakers. When Patrick came back over, he touched my arm.

“I’ll pay what ever fines, just send me a bill.”

“Don’t worry about that. Come sit down.” Taking me by the elbow, he led me to the couch where we sat at the same time.

“It seems we have a little Cupid in our midst,” he chuckled.

I blushed, playing with my fingers, “Yeah… I’m really sorry about the trouble that Ellie has caused,”

“She’s just a kid and she means well, Y/N,”

“Thank you… for being so understanding,” I said, my voice breaking at the end.

Patrick’s brows furrowed as he leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee, “It’s no problem, Sweetheart, really.”

I cleared my throat, not knowing what possessed me to spill my guts, “My sister passed away in a car wreck about a year ago,”

Patrick’s other hand rubbed my back, “Ellie’s mom?”

I nodded.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,”

“Eleanor means well… I guess, maybe I should let go of a few hours at work so that I can be home with her more… I just don’t want to drown in bills,”

“That’s understandable,”

We fell in a comfortable silence as Patrick continued to gently rub my back.

“Listen, Ellie did get something right,”

“What’s that?”

“You are very beautiful,”

I snorted, slapping a hand over my mouth after the noise escaped me.

Patrick laughed.

He did have some amazing dimples when he smiled.

He licked his lips and smiled, “Let me take you out, on a real date.”

“Oh I don’t-”

“C'mon, just one and if you don’t wanna go out again, I’ll take it as it is. Please?”

I stared into his eyes, seeing the genuineness there. Nodding, I decided to live a little, “Okay,”

“Yesss!” Ellie screeched, making us both jump at the high pitched sound.

“Eleanor Rose Lail!” I smiled, but scolded.

She giggled and covered her mouth, “Sowwie,”


Missing Glasses

(I rewrote squint and renamed it, like I said)

You couldn’t see an inch in front of your face. Your eyes were almost constantly out of focus due to the very obvious fact, you had forgotten your glasses. But you didn’t just forget them at home and have to turn around and get them, you forgot them in Arizona. In a hotel.

You had already moved three states over into Oklahoma by the time you noticed and had to take out your contacts. You hated them, but they helped when you were taking photos. You had finally used your last pair, and it was just your luck you had left your glasses.

It occurred to you late one night, Josh and Tyler had already jumped in bed and you figured you must have lost them in your suitcase. You searched in it at first, hoping not to disturb the sleeping boys, but found nothing. You quickly decided to dump all of the contents of your suitcase on the ground. That woke the boys.

“What are you doing, baby?” Josh asked groggily.

“Please don’t tell me I left them,” you muttered to yourself, “please.”

“(Y/n), left what?” Tyler asked.

“Have you guys seen my glasses?” You answered their questions with one of your own. They were silent for a moment, you presumed they were thinking.

“I saw them in that one hotel in Arizona,” Josh said, “I remember reminding you they were on the side table.”

You wanted to cry. He was right, and you had forgot them. On that bed side table. You let out a noise you weren’t sure was human, and crawled back into bed. Tylers arms immediately wrapped around you.

“We will call your doctor and have some new ones sent to my parents house,” he said, kissing the side of your face. You could only make out his general features due to your lack of light and spectacles, but you could tell he was smiling. At your misfortune. Great.

“I hate you, you know that?” You asked. You could hear Josh laugh and mutter something about leaving you alone, you’re blind.

The last thing you heard was “I love you, too,” before you fell asleep.

Your head started to hurt from your blurry vision. It was a downside that never seemed to go away, even when you took medicine. Brendon had jokingly suggested you join him for a smoke some time, but at that moment you were desperate. It wasn’t every day you smoked pot with someone you were on tour with, but you had enough.

“Wow, I expected to have to teach you everything!” Brendon exclaimed.

“It’s not the first time I’ve smoked, Brenny Boy,” you said, taking another long drag, “I did a lot in high school.”

“I can tell,” he joked. He blew smoke from his nose and seemed startled when a knock came on the bus door. “Maybe it’s your boyfriends!”

Lo and behold, it was. They seemed quite worried when they walked in and were hit by a wall of smoke. The smell of weed had became nonexistent in your senses as you had been in the room for almost an hour, but the boys smelled it. And they didn’t like it. Well, one of them.

“What are you doing?” Tyler asked, covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve.

“You’re in trouble!” Brendon giggled. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken those shots of vodka. You could have stopped him, but your brain was too clouded.

“Shut up, you big blur,” you giggled, maybe you shouldn’t have smoked. It helped with your headache. You couldn’t care less at that moment.

“(Y/n), we know that you don’t have your glasses and you have a head ache, but you can’t just smoke your way through it,” Josh said.

You shook your head, “I can do that. And if you two try to tell me otherwise, I will.” You took another drag and blew the smoke away from Tyler. Even in your state, you still cared about his wishes.

“Josh, let’s just leave ‘em, this may be helping,” Tyler said. You could only tell it was Tyler from his voice and his height, other than that, you were essentially looking at a blob of your boyfriends.

You shooed them away and went back to listening to Brendon maunder about his dogs.

After that, you and Brendon got together more. He understood, in a way, having glasses himself.

Josh had joined you once, but Tyler didn’t want anything to do with your pastime.

You found it surprisingly easy to take photos of the boys, Panic, and Fall Out Boy in your blind state, but you weren’t allowed in the pit. Even Patrick said no. And you hated it.

It was one of your favourite places to take your photos, the fans around you were always buzzing with excitement, and it reflected nicely in your photos. However, you were stuck in front of it.

The biggest concern being not knowing who you’re looking at and getting hurt. You weren’t concerned, but you listened to them.

“I want to do pit,” you said abruptly one day. You knew it was going to be a no, but you wanted to. You needed to. You were going crazy.

“Can’t you wait until we get to our Cleveland show? It’d be so much easier,” Tyler asked.

“We only have this show left before Cleveland, please let me do this,” you begged.

“Ty, I think we should let them,” Josh started.


“No, let them. Because you’d want us to do the same if you had a this problem and you wanted to go on stage,” he reasoned. You did a small happy dance and high-fived Josh for taking your side, “but! There’s a ‘but’! You have to be careful!”

“I will! Merci! Merci!” You said excitedly, lunging at Josh and kissing over his face. He giggled and playfully swatted you away, Tyler only watched lovingly.

“Aren’t you the one girl on Joshs story all the time?” Someone asked behind you, it was a fan and her friend. You were standing outside the venue and taking pictures of the kids waiting in line, offering them water and pizza, you always did that.

You completely skipped over her blatant misgender and nodded, “yeah, I am!”

“Did you get contacts? Your eyes are so pretty!” One of the girls asked.

“I wish! I lost my glasses and I used my last pair of contacts weeks ago,” you explain, “if you guys are hungry or thirsty we have pizza and water coming down.” You were off after that. You didn’t care for fan interaction, you found it redundant.

You saw the vague outline of Zack step out of the venue and wave for you to come in, to which you promptly agreed. It was hot, and you were tired of answering the same questions. You wondered if that was what the boys went through that in interviews.

“You better be careful tonight, kid,” Zack said as you walked past him, you gave him a thumbs up.

You had made friends in the pit and stuck with them. They didn’t ask you questions, but they did make sure you didn’t trip or run into anything.

As Twenty One Pilots came our the crowd cheered. You did too. They were your boys, of course you cheered.

Everyone got riled up as Holding On To You came on and everyone chanted along. You watched Panic and Fall Out Boy run on stage and the crowd went wild. Too wild. Your eyes conceived you, you saw the rail and you thought it was farther away then it was, but with one push you tumbled over and twisted your ankle in the process. You cried out and Zack came to your rescue. He helped you up and helped you to a seat by the stage. Your ankle was swollen when he took off your shoe, but you were more worried about your camera. It didn’t take someone with 20/20 vision to know that it was shattered.

“The boys are not going to be happy,” Zack stated. You looked at his blurry figure with tears in your eyes. Boy, were you going to get high that night.

“I can’t believe we didn’t see you,” Josh said angrily, “I should’ve helped.”

“You were distracted, don’t blame yourself,” you said. You had elevated your foot and were told that you weren’t to walk without assistance for a few weeks. An ace bandage was applied by Zack when he carried you back to your bus, he had also given you a blunt. You had tucked it behind your ear because you didn’t want to smoke on the bus.

“I got the ice pack,” Tyler said as he got on the bus, closing the door behind him.

“Merci, Ty Bear,” you thanked him. He administered the ice pack and kissed your forehead. He knew you were in pain.

“You should get some sleep, we have a show in Cleveland tomorrow and we need to drive to Columbus to get your glasses,” he suggested.

“I can’t walk to bed so I guess you either have to carry me or I’ll just sleep here,” you said, motioning to the couch you were sat on.

“My mom would slap me if I didn’t help my baby when they’re in need.” Tyler joked. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the bunks. Every night you somehow miraculously fit in a bunk with Ty and Josh, but tonight you couldn’t. Your ankle wouldn’t permit it.

Tyler stood outside your bunk and soon Josh joined, “good night baby,” they both said, each took turns kissing your forehead.

You groggily say, “don’t have too much fun tonight.” Sleep was already close by. You completely forgot about the blunt behind your ear, the bandage on your foot, and the boxers Josh had begged you to wear so they could see your ankle.

They both chuckled and shut off the light in your bunk, you only slightly remember the 'I love you’’s from the boys.

Imagine getting in a fight with James

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“JAMES!” you shouted through your shared room as you walked through the space, a pissed off expression on your face and a stomp in each step. 

“Coming Darling.” He replied finally as he revealed himself from behind the corner, a smile on his face, his mustache rising with it, and his eye wide and filled with love. However after looking at your own pissed off expression his alter to a look of confusion, “Why my dear, why are you looking so sour today? For tonight is the most grand night of the year, you should be ecstatic.” 

“Oh I was. For if you couldn’t tell I have been preparing all day, making sure that whore Sally doesn’t fuck up the main event, and that the food taste nothing like it did at the Devil’s Night of ‘65. I even did my hair and face, which I doubt you noticed, however upon revealing my outfit, which has been hanging on OUR closet door for weeks now, I discovered the oddest thing. Do you know what I discovered?”

“What my love? Has it been stolen?”

“No James. There is a blood stain, which matches the one that is on the door handle from when you grabbed the handle last night after carving the guest in room 36. So now my dress, which I had custom made and ordered, is now ruined. For the dinner starts in half and hour, and while Mrs. Evens can get any stain out there is no way my dress will be wearable in that time.”

His mouth began to twitch as he looked at you, your face reddening.

“My love.” He finally got out, “Why do you not just wear another dress, and wear that dress next year?”

“Maybe I should just go naked, since you find this so amusing. Honestly James, how am I to present myself as your wife in a old dress which I have worn to the dinner before. Beside all my dresses were given to the Countess, in an attempt to buy her love back, but you wouldn’t have any idea who would do something like that now would you?” 

His face went from amusement to anger, his eyes, which once shined with laughter were now growing dark, he advanced towards you, a finger pointed as he snapped, “If you so much as show up tonight with anything less then a dress which reaches the floor, I swear I will punish you tonight, on the table, in front of everyone. I will make them watch as I…”

“Don’t. I will just wear something I can get from one of the other girls, since my husband’s carelessness has RUINED my evening.” You shouted before storming out the door, leaving James to punch the browning wallpaper.

“Tell me old friend, where is the Misses?” John Wayne asked as he sat beside an empty seat, which was to be holding you, however you had yet to make an appearance.

“Well my good fellows, and Aileen, that my wife has been….”

“Your wife is right here.” You answered as you opened both of the doors leading into the room, your hips swaying as you approached the table, in one of Elizabeth’s gowns. As you took your seat beside James, you leaned over slowly and whispered into his ear, “To get this dress I told Elizabeth she didn’t need to dine with you for a year.” And slowly leaned back into your seat, as you watched him boil.

“You WHAT!” He exploded as he slammed his glass onto the table cloth, causing it to shatter. He went from calmly sitting to standing, glaring at you as though he was going to kill you again.

You just smiled up at him as your body leaned forward to collect your glass of red wine, “Oh James did you not tell them the story of what you did last night.” You cooed as you turned from him to the table, “A young maiden checked in last night, claiming she wanted nothing more then to see a ghost tonight, she was hoping for either John or James. She got her wish I guess, I mean she saw me first, sitting on her bed, waiting to scare her, but ultimately James was the last thing she saw before my wonderful husband craved her up and turned her insides into a juice for his beloved ex wife. And then upon returning from his little craving session, he opened the closet  for a new suit, and got a blood stain on my 65,000 dollar custom, designer gown for tonight. This left me in a pickle, and in the end I was forced to ask his ex wife for a loan for the night, in exchange for whatever she wanted. As you can tell though my husband is not pleased with my payment, and will probably need a moment so if you will kindly excuse us.” 

You rose from your own seat, glass still in hand, as you used your other to guide James out of the room and into the hall, when there however you felt his hand wrap around your neck and push you into the wall, your glass shattering second after the release of it.

“I told you….”

“You told me,” you choked out, “to wear nothing less then a floor length gown, or you would have sex with me upon the table, and as wonderful as that sounds, I doubt our guest want to see your cock.”

“So?” He snapped

“So I went to the only one I knew would fit your silly requirement, and who was my size. In the end she didn’t want to just give me the dress for free, and demanded you never dine together ever again, I talked her down. YOU should be THANKING ME.” You choked as he slowly released you from the wall, air (Which you really don’t need) filled you again as you took a deep breath.

“Is this the part where I thank you, and act like you are a saint?” He snapped

“No this is the part…”

“NEVER INTERFERE WITH MY DINNER PLANS WITH MY WIFE AGAIN!” He Screamed as you just looked at him in shock. For James never screamed at you, not like this at least, nor did he abuse you like this, unless you were love making. 

“You mean your widow, the one who tried to ran away, the one who loathes you, hates the very ground you walk on, the one you beheaded, the one who tried to kill your baby, lost your fortune, and who makes spouses to cheat on you with? I seem to have forgot that no matter what I do… no matter how much I try to please you, or love you, that I will never be her, even though you told me you loved me, and you married me, and you killed me so that I could be with you.” Your voice was shaking as you finished, your steps quickly leading you away from him, as he stood there shaking with rage.

Part Two