I’m sorry but seeing Ariana Grande with her Nonna and wheeling her around in her wheelchair at the women’s march with her mom, Liz Gillies and Matt Bennett made my heart melt because FUCK, social justice? A beautifully strong and talented young woman? her pure and genuine grandmother and her badass mama and her 2 woke ass talented former co-stars all marching together? It doesn’t get better.
A/N- “I would really like a James Patrick March imagine where the reader is plus size. Maybe she’s at a bar hanging out with Liz Taylor(she’s queen) and a drunktard starts saying rude things about the reader and James pops out of nowhere . Maybe slits the guys throat… idk”
It’s about 1:00 A.M. and you’re having trouble sleeping. No matter how much you toss and turn you can’t seem to get comfortable. After about 30 minutes of pure annoyance you decide to get up and take a walk around the hotel. You stroll down to the lobby and pass the bar where you see Liz standing over the counter, reading a book, and tapping her red stiletto nails on the surface. You notice another man sitting across the way from Liz, seemingly drunk. Liz whistles at you to get your attention and motions you to a bar stool. You sit down and she pours a concoction of alcohols together. She slides it over the counter and you grip the cup.
“So, what brings you down here so late?” Liz asks, looking over her reading glasses.
“Couldn’t sleep” you respond, taking a swig of your drink.
She hums in response and continues to read her novel. In the distance you hear a scoff, so you turn your attention to the direction from which it came from. You make eye contact with the man you noticed earlier. He snarls rudely and takes a long drink from his hard liquor. You raise an eyebrow in confusion and he slams his glass down, making you jolt.
“You disgust me” the man slurs.
“Excuse me?” You retort.
He scoffs again and turns to face you.
“You’re a disgusting pig, I’ve never been more appalled in my life at such a sight. A woman ruining her body” he drawls, stumbling over to you, coming rather close to your face.
You look at him with wide eyes, completely flabbergasted at his repulsive comments.
“And you’re dressed like a complete slut, your fat is overflowing from that clothing” he says, crinkling his nose.
Liz slams her book on the bar and points her manicured figure at him. “You listen here, you will not speak to her like that! Get out of my bar!”
He looks at her with a raging scowl and ignores her demands. He points his finger sharply into your chest and breathes in your face. “You are a fat pig.”
Your eyes begin to water from a mixture of anger and hurt. Seeing you upset gives him pleasure and he laughs maniacally. Just then a blade glides straight over his throat. He chokes uncontrollably and drops to the floor, soaking in his own pool of blood. After he drops to the floor you see a tall man, slick black hair, mustache definite over his lip. He smiles widely at you and steps over the man.
“He won’t be bothering you anymore, dear” he says in a dapper accent.
You nod, still in shock of what has taken place.
“My name is James, James March. And you are?” He asks, presenting his hand.
“Y/N, Y/N L/N” you respond, accepting his hand.
“Pleasure to meet you Y/N, what do you say I buy you another refreshment?” he asks, gesturing towards Liz to make another beverage.
“Uh, sure, what about…” you say, pausing once you see the man’s dead corps on the ground.
“Not to worry dear, I’ll take care of that later.”