#evandearest

[evandearest]

anxiety

pairings: jimmy darling x reader

request: nope! just an idea from my brain!

summary: when the anxiety just gets to be too much, jimmy is always there to comfort you.

warnings: anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks, emotional and angsty but fluffy

notes: i’ve seriously been in my jimmy feels lately and just felt really inspired to write this! so i just thought i’d pop in to express my jimmy darling feels with y’all 🥺

tags: @bluerose512​ 

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it always started out like this.

the shows, the crowds, the people—sometimes it was just too much. sometimes all you wanted to do was just cry.

what upset you even more was that you didn’t—couldn’t—completely understand why. it just was the way it was. you just got anxious.

it’d been that way for as long as you could remember. it wasn’t that you were necessarily super shy, it’s just that you couldn’t talk to people sometimes. sometimes they just made you tired.

well, everyone except one person.

jimmy darling.

sure, some would argue that he was bold. a flirt. some couldn’t see why you had gravitated towards him. you knew why.

he was different. and it wasn’t about his hands, or claws, as many people called them. in fact, that wasn’t even the first thing you noticed about him. it was his eyes.

it was like staring in a mirror for you. all those years of pent up insecurity, frustration, and self doubt that you had struggled with. all those times that you just wanted to scream and cry, because no matter what you did, you would never—could never—be perfect. it was the countless times you’d had panic attacks before even leaving your own house.

the thing about jimmy, the thing you loved most about him, was that he knew. he knew exactly how you felt. he knew because he did too. and you knew in return. you’d never imagined that you’d ever find anyone who understood you like he did. he knew what you needed from the moment he saw you.

and so, it was one of those times.

the show had been long. it had lasted for over two hours longer than usual. in which meant you had spent hours trying to kindly influence tons of drunk people to leave. in which then spent tons of time cleaning after them. in which then you and jimmy didn’t get back to your shared trailer until nearly midnight.

you were exhausted. not just physically. mentally exhausted. emotionally exhausted. just exhausted in general.

as soon as the door softly clicked shut behind you, jimmy flopped onto the couch, sighing. you immediately headed back to the bedroom, deciding to change. you stripped out of your denim shorts and t-shirt, and changed into some comfy shorts and one of jimmy’s t-shirts. you then made your way back into the living area to stand in front of jimmy.

jimmy glanced up at the sound of you. your gaze was locked onto the ground as you stood, still as a statue. he knew immediately that it wasn’t just a normal night. he knew that look. and he knew what you needed.

“come here, darlin’.” you glanced up at his voice, watching him as he stretched one of his long arms wide, the other beckoning you towards him.

your eyes watered as you slowly walked over to him. once you were close enough, he gently pulled you into his lap, tucking you into his side. you couldn’t help it anymore. sobs wracked your body as you melted into him.

“shh,” he whispered softly, his voice calming to your ears. “let it out, baby. i’m here.”

you knew his words meant so much more to you than he would ever realize. if it weren’t for jimmy, you don’t think you could have survived this long. he was your rock. and you were his.

and so you cried. you cried until it felt like you couldn’t anymore.

even after your breathing calmed, you still sat there, cuddled into his side, clinging onto him like he was your lifeline. because in a way, he was.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered hoarsely after a while.

jimmy immediately squeezed you tighter to him.

“no,” he said, his voice unwavering. “don’t you ever apologize to me, darlin’. never. you got nothin’ to apologize for.”

a small tug at your heart forced a tiny, watery-eyed smile to your face. you sat up slightly to look jimmy in the eyes.

“jimmy,” you whispered, your fingers lightly resting on his jaw.

he sat there, eyes locked onto yours, waiting expectantly, but patiently for you to finish.

there was only one thing you could even think of saying.

“i love you,” you said, voice wavering slightly as you fought more tears. “so damn much.”

jimmy smiled, his hand coming up to wipe away your tears. “i love you too, beautiful.”

that nickname made more tears fall, but this time a smile accompanied them.

“you really think so?” you whispered, doubt creeping into your voice. jimmy scoffed, his hands cupping your face.

“darlin’, you are the most damned beautiful thing i have ever seen. i swear to it.”

your smile felt splitting, your body felt warm, and all you wanted to do was kiss him. you just wanted to kiss the hell out of him. because he was the most damned beautiful thing you had ever seen.

and so you did. your lips met, and suddenly everything was okay. it was all okay, because you had jimmy.

[evandearest]

oh my god, ily so much.😭 thank you thank you a million times, you’re so unbelievably kind ♥��

Can we just take a minute to acknowledge and appreciate fanfiction writers who are just so unbelievably on point with characterization.. and how they paint into reality beautiful and breathtaking moments that would put many published authors to shame! They do this for free because they love it and are passionate about the stories they wish to tell… and if that isn’t art at its finest and purest then I don’t know what is..

[qutequeersstuff]

Evan Peters

Halloween Spectacular by @venomoussilvana

Tate Langdon

Parental Discretion by @syven-siren

Dream Come True by @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess

A chance to live by @raincoffeeandfandoms

Kit Walker

Baby Steps by @mossybank

Little Bump by @spider-starry

Cookies by @evandearest

Listen To You All Day by @idkabunchofimaginesiguess

Full of Peace and Light by @katiekat4594

Cherry Flavored by @undeadcortez

Kyle Spencer

@undeadcortez’s works

Familiar

Wet Dreams

Raising a Child With Post-Death Kyle

Other’s Works

Teaching Franken Kyle About Pleasure by @mrs-march-ahs

Audible Pleasure by @americxn

Body Worship by @starrys-night

Jimmy Darling

@katiekat4594’s works

Full of Peace and Light

On The Square

@ladyfogg’s works

Jimmy Darling x Vampire!Reader

King of Wands

Other’s Works

Keeping In Time by @mossybank

Jimmy forgetting to pull out by @mrs-march-ahs

Raising a Child with Jimmy Darling by @undeadcortez

Thighriding with Jimmy Darling by @tatesweaterweather

James Patrick March

Closer by @katiekat4594

Raising a Child with James Patrick March by @undeadcortez

JPM Raising a Daughter by @undeadcortez

JPM Breeding Kink by @oublierlegarcon

Rory Monahan

Good Boy, Monahan by @undeadcortez

Ruined by @americxn

Kai Anderson

Pre-Cult Kai Discovering His Mommy Kink by @mrs-march-ahs

His Angel by @undeadcortez

Closer by @katiekat4594

Pregnancy by @langdxn

Austin Sommers

Bloodlust + Harry Gardner by @americxn

Where You Go I’ll Follow by @what-i-call-men

Temptations + Harry Gardner by @itsbuckytm

Wednesday Night by @ladyfogg

Take the Pill: Part 1 , Part 2 by @kimhargreeves

Colin Zabel

@raincoffeeandfandoms’s works

Under Arrest

Priorities and Realization

In The Wild Series

@undeadcortez’s works

Worth It

Lactation

@ladyfogg’s works

Love Exists Series

Other’s Works

All Apologies by @divinerulerluvr

Peter Maximoff

@raincoffeeandfandoms’s works

In The Wild Series

Breaking News: Peter has a girlfriend (or not?)

Forbidden

Other’s Works

Work for It by @quicksilverownsmysoul

[tatestripedsweater]

Can you recommend a few ahs accounts, preferably imagine/oneshot acc's? ❤️

@kitwalker02 @evandearest @oublierlegarcon @mrs-march-ahs @sapphicsfied

These are just a few of my favourite writing accounts

[pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc]

Hi babe i wanted to ask if u could do a james march fluffy imagine where him and the reader have a family i just think it would be so cute i love all your imagines💕

of course i can! i’m a huge sucker for soft!march, so i’d write for him any day. and thank you for the compliment, lovey!

pairing: james march x reader 

warnings: possibly ooc march, but ignore that because it’s SO fluffy

word count: 1046

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  “Poppy! Poppy, wake up!” your son whispered. He shook James gently, just enough to rouse him from his sleep. 

  “Yes, darling, what is it?” Your husband asked, voice thick with sleep. Whatever it was, he wished it could have waited until later; he was having quite a wonderful dream about you that he wanted to remain in for as long as his subconscious would let him. 

  “It’s mother’s day! I want to make something for Mommy! Can we make her breakfast, Poppy?” He queried excitedly. James closed his eyes for a moment, his heart melting just a fraction. He looked over to you, in a deep sleep next to him, laying peacefully underneath the duvet. He feared he didn’t say it often enough, but James loved your little family to the moon and back. 

  “Of course we can, little one.” James said with a smile, swinging his legs out of bed. “Come here,” He scooped your boy up into his arms, carrying him into the kitchen of your suite at the Cortez. He set him down in front of the refrigerator, admiring him as he inspected the interior of the icebox with curiosity. 

  “Oooh! Can we make eggs? The kind that mommy makes with the spinny thing?” He flapped his arms anxiously. 

  “Splendid! That sounds like a delightful idea. How about you get the eggs and the milk, and I’ll procure the bowl and the whisk.” James explained. He reached for the highest shelf in the cabinet, pulling down a glass bowl. When he turned around to find the mixing tool, his boy had the eggs in his arms, beginning to lose his balance. He made a lunge for the kid, preventing the eggs from smashing to the floor and his son from toppling over. 

  “Thanks, Poppy!” He giggled, standing up straight again. James had somehow gotten stuck with the nickname soon after his son was born, claiming to others that he wished he could be called Daddy or Father instead, but it secretly grew on him. 

His child tried his hand at cracking the first egg, but he ended up crushing it in his palms, the yolk and shells clinging to his skin. 

  “Oh dear, that’s a mess, isn’t it? Can Poppy show you how to crack it?” He suggested, reaching his arms around the little one and grabbing an egg from the carton. “Take it in one hand and then tap it on the edge of the bowl, like so,” James lightly hit the center of the egg on the rim of the glass, a crack splintering from the hit. 

  “Woah! Can I try?” He jumped up and down eagerly, making grabby hands at the carton of eggs. A smile blossomed on James’ lips at his eagerness. He handed one to the boy, splitting it with expertise into the bowl. 

  “Fabulous job, love. Can you do one more?” The boy nodded, replicating his success from the first egg. He was a natural quick learner, a trait he clearly inherited from his mother. James poured a splash of milk into the bowl with the eggs and held the whisk in front of his son. 

  “Ah, do you think you can handle the responsibility of the whisk? It’s a very daunting task, one that has stumped even the most talented of culinary experts.” He exaggerated, smirking at the noble expression on the young lad’s face. 

  “I can do it, Poppy. I know I can!” He exclaimed, reaching out for the metal tool. 

  “I suppose I can give you a chance, since you seem like you’re up to it. Let Poppy know if you need any help, alright?” James advised, handing over the utensil to the kid. As much as he believed in himself, the boy didn’t possess nearly the same amount of prowess as he did while cracking the eggs, as yolk and milk began to fly from the bowl. 

  “Slow down, darling!” James cried out, grabbing the child’s wrist. He gently took it out of his hands, chuckling at the mess all over the both of them. “Mama won’t be too happy about this, huh?” 

  “It’s okay, Poppy, we’ll just clean it up before she sees.” He offered, handing James the whisk. “Can you show me how to do it?” 

James nodded, instructing the boy on the proper way to mix the ingredients together. They poured it into the sizzling pan, holding a spatula together to scramble the eggs. When it was finished cooking, James spooned it onto a plate, accompanied by two slices of toast and some orange juice. 

  “Would you like to carry it in, love?” The child nodded furiously, reaching for the tray with steady hands. James opened the door to the bedroom for him, gently shaking his wife awake. 

  “Surprise!” Your son shouted as your eyes blinked open. “We made breakfast for you! Happy mother’s day, Mommy!” The tray of food was placed on your lap, the boy crawling up next to you, nearly knocking the juice over. 

  “You did? Did you make this all by yourself?” You asked, carding your fingers through his jet black locks, an unmistakable March characteristic. 

  “No, Poppy helped some. He showed me how to do it, right Poppy?” The kid asked, looking up to his father. James selflessly shook his head, moving behind his wife to rub her shoulders. 

  “Ah, as much as I’d love to take the credit for this wondrous meal, I must say that our boy was the one who cracked the eggs and whisked it all together. He completed all the grunt work, and to the winner go the spoils, so he deserves all the praise, don’t you think, Mama?” James confessed, leaning down to kiss your shoulder gently as you began to eat. 

  “Mmm, if he made it this delicious, he most certainly does.” You placed a kiss on your son’s forehead, holding him close. You turned to James and placed a kiss on his lips, catching him by surprise, which he enjoyed wholeheartedly. “Thank you both very much. I love our little family so much!” You squealed, pulling both of them in for a hug. “My two favorite boys.” 

  “And to our favorite lady, dearest. We love you the most.” James smiled, pressing his lips to yours once more. 

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it’s now 1:12 in the morning and i’ve finally finished this after spending so long on it kinda proud of myself  

TAGLIST: @lvngdvns @sojournmichael @life-rocked-me-like-motley @magicaljellydonut @exvanpeters @evandearest @groovyrascalcreatorweasel @justauthoring @psychobitchtess @imma-witch-bitch @gracebtw @cobainlover @heavymetalover @michael-langdon-baby

[evandearest]

this is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen

[steve-chandler]

10 Characters I Would Kiss

I saw one of the authors that I follow doing this so I’m starting it for my mutuals.

Tagging: @too-many-baes @evandearest @rosesmultiwriting @ultramarvelslug @adarkroomandawallflower @thepurplebutterflythings @gretaahs @anin254 (you can of course ignore it if you don’t feel doing it!)

1. Peter Maximoff

Duh. Love of my life. What else do I need to say?

2. Alex Summers

I love Alex. I love him so much...

3. Steve Rogers

My one and only hero.

4. Kit Walker

Sweet bean☺️

5. Jimmy Darling

Sweet bean2 😊

6. Angus MacGyver

I love smart guys... Mac is just... so hot.

7. Johnny Storm

Look at that dork! 😂

8. Colin Shea (From What’s Your Number)

I can’t count how many times I watched this movie.

9. Newt Scamander

I’m not a Harry Potter kid but I watched this bc I love Eddie and... I just fell in love with Newt.

10. Mark Darcy

Every Christmas season I have to watch Bridget Jones’s Dairy. I love Prince Colin and Mark Darcy is so... 🤧

(Credits to gif owners!!)

I’m so excited to see what my mutuals come up with🥰

[reblogginqueen]

Evan Peters

Imagines:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Series:

Even if it All Comes Crashing Down ~Written By: @sweeter-innocence-fics

Blurbs/Drabbles:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Imagines:

Heartsick ~ Written By: @therenlover

For Eternity ~ Written By: @justauthoring

Hammocks, slides and McDonald's ~ Written By: @raincoffeeandfandoms

Series:

A Second Chance ~ Written By: @raincoffeeandfandoms

Blurbs/Drabbles:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Imagines:

Lovers Impulse ~ Written By: @evandearest

Take a Giant Step ~ Written By: @kitwalker64

Little Bump ~ Written By: @spider-starry

Working With Kit Walker ~ Written By: @venomoussilvana

Baby Steps ~ Written By: @mossybank

No Time To Waste ~ Written By: @parker-reid-langdon

Series:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Blurbs/Drabbles:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Imagines:

Waiting For You:

Winter Sickness ~ Written By: @sunflowergirl522

Birthday Crown ~ Written By: @sunflowergirl522

Futuristic Love ~ Written By: @77marvelimagines

P.E Hero ~ Written By: @craving-horans-hug

Afternoon Nap ~ Written By: @toastedside

Just Faking It? ~ Written By: @maximoff-pan

Broken Bones ~ Written By: @quickestgold

The Truth ~ Written By: @quicksommers

Series:

Life in Westview ~ Written By: @need2stopprocrastinating

Future Jumping ~ Written By: @just-jordie-things

Slow & Steady ~Written By @give-me-a-moose

Don’t You Dare ~ Written By: @raincoffeeandfandoms

Age of Apocalypse ~ Written By: @moonbaby26

Live in Living Colour ~ Written By: @crankynewt

Follow Me Through ~ Written By: @sunny-reys

13 Going on 30 ~ Written By: @quicksilverownsmysoul

Loving Someone ~ Written By: @younggodimagines

Westview ~ Written By: @fangirlfics

Till Forever Falls Apart ~ Written By: @therenlover

Dangerous Game ~ Written By: @free-pool-trash

Blurbs/Drabbles:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Imagines:

…Marry me? I guess? ~ Written By: @sweet-lil-psycho

Assholes. ~ Written By: @fictionalabyss

Series:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Blurbs/Drabbles:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[evandearest]

Lust

James March x reader

Warnings: arguments, dom!James, jealousy, sexual themes, implied smut

Notes: not a request, just something that came out of nowhere. i was feeling james feels and just needed to get it out of my system. even if it was midnight 😂

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It had been just a calm afternoon when James burst into the room. You could practically feel the negative emotion radiating off of him. You visibly gulped, quickly standing up to greet him.

James closed the door quickly, and immediately walked towards you. By the expression on his face, you knew your suspicions were right. He was definitely upset about something.

“[Y/N],” he called, your name falling off of his lips in a taunting tone.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him in genuine concern. You felt your body flush as he got closer and closer. He backed you into a wall.

James leaned down, his face inches from yours.

“I’ve heard some fascinating things about you recently, dear,” his smooth voice whispered. You could feel his breath against your face. Smell it even, in which was a mix of mint and cigarettes.

“L-Like what?” you whispered, your voice somehow even quieter than his.

“Like...” he paused, his eyes flickering down to rest on your lips. They slowly made their way further down your body before coming back to yours. You shivered. “Like how naughty you’ve been.”

You froze. What could he possibly be talking about?

“What?” The word left your lips before you could stop it.

James eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. “You don’t recall, do you?” His response came through gritted teeth.

You took a moment to study him. The way his body was rigid before you, trapping you between the wall and himself. The clench of his jaw, the aggravated expression on his face. And then there were his eyes. They were so flooded with dominance that they were practically black. He was angry. Jealous. He looked like a savage wild animal, ready to pounce and claim his territory. Just the thought of what he could do to you in this state of mind had fear settling within you. But it also sparked the excitement of something else more sinful.

You stared up at him with wide eyes. “No,” you whispered, even quieter, “I’m sorry.”

James made a sound resembling a tsk, before his hand came up to cup your jaw. It was surprisingly gentle, but you knew that could change in a matter of seconds.

“Flirting with the new owner wasn’t memorable?” he asked, his voice taunting, menacing almost.

He was referring to Will Drake. He must’ve seen you conversating with the man at the bar just a few hours ago. But you hadn’t been flirting. You’d just thought he was a nice guy.

“No, he—he- I wasn’t trying to flirt,” you mumbled, your eyes moving to the floor nervously. “He’s gay, James.”

James made a humming sound, his hand pushing your jaw and making you look him in the eye. “And did you discover that before or after your conversation?”

You remained silent for a moment, your eyebrows creasing together. “I-I’m sorry, James. You know I love you,” you said softly.

“Yes,” he said, the word seeming to draw out because of his accent. “And remember it is me you love, and not this acquaintance.”

There was a pause. The way he said it made heat rush through your body. You couldn’t help yourself.

A small smirk made it’s way across your lips. “James,” you said slyly, a sudden confidence coming across you.

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes narrowing at you.

“If you really want me to remember,” you said, voice quieter again, but this time a different kind of quiet. You leaned up to whisper in his ear, but hovered, letting your breath run across his ear for a moment before continuing. “Why don’t you just show me?”

You could almost feel the way his breath halted. You leaned back to look at his reaction, watching as his eyes somehow went a shade even darker than before. This time, however, there was a different emotion swimming in them.

Lust.

[evandearest]

omg yessss 😩🥵

From “Baby Boy. Baby” to “Evil” in three seconds.

[evandearest]

What about... "Affection with Kit Walker would include" headcanons?

Affection with Kit Walker Would Include... [HCs]

Warnings: nothing, fluff

Notes: kit is so cute 🥺

Tag List: @bluerose512

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literally so affectionate

no matter where you are or what you are doing, he’s usually always showing you affection

he’s not as touchy-feely in public as he is in closed doors

but he’s still loving in some way

he’ll send you sweet smiles

and probably hold your hand

unless he’s jealous

cause then hes all about pda

in private, he almost always has his hands on you

if you’re cooking, he’ll probably at some point come behind you and wrap his arms around you

when you watch television together, he has you pulled close to him

in bed, he cuddles you

cheek/forehead kisses

neck kisses

kisses in general

he’s also very verbally affectionate

always says i love you before leaving you

always kisses/embraces you when saying hello

always assures you and praises you

“you’re amazing, y/n”

“how did i get so lucky?”

“you’re the best anyone could ask for, baby”

compliments you

“you sure are looking fine today!”

“wow, i’ve never seen such beauty”

or simply just “you look pretty today, sweetie”

if you cook for him, “this food is amazing, honey”

pet names

baby

sweetheart

wife

love

sweetie

honey

if he knows your upset, he layers the affection on even more so

he’s always making sure your happy

it’s his number one priority

he also gives you more attention if he knows he’s been working more

he never wants you to feel neglected

constantly checks on you

“how’re you doing today?” / “how was your day?” / “have a good day?”

just always tries to make you feel loved and appreciated

[evandearest]

Can we request aus for the characters?If we can,I am requesting that one cliche with soulmates having the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed on their bodies but with a added twist that your soulmate is James?

Fascinating [James March x Reader]

Soulmate AU

Warnings: nothing really

Notes: this was fun to write! i hope you enjoy. i’m glad to be writing again :)

Tag List: idk who to put on this now! let me know if you want on it!

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You didn’t often think about it. Why bother? It was silly. You didn’t want to waste your life on the lookout for your so called “soulmate”. And frankly, you didn’t even like the word tattooed on your arm.

Fascinating.

Who even said that, anyway?

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it. For several years, it was all you did think about. After a while, it just got frustrating. It wasn’t even often you heard the word fascinating, let alone the first word someone said to you. You gave up. Why think about it? It just made you upset.

As for James... well, he wasn’t even sure he believed in true love. He didn’t pay it a second thought. He despised the word written on his arm.

God.

He couldn’t even stand to think about it. Even if true love was real, why would he even be tempted to be with someone who said that to him? He despised religion.

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You swore it was one of the best days of your life. You couldn’t believe where you were. Los Angeles. It seemed so foreign to you.

When you arrived at your hotel, you were awestruck. The Cortez. How could you have picked such a marvelous location to stay in? You loved the 20′s aesthetic the hotel radiated.

Even the people there were interesting. As soon as you had walked in, you had been greeted by an eccentric woman, in which you soon learned was named Liz. She had gladly told you all about the place when you had asked. You learned that it had indeed been built in the 1920′s.

You were currently sat at the bar, a cocktail in hand. Liz and you had chatted for a little while, but she had excused herself when an older woman had come in and told her she was needed. You’d seen many other people around, but hadn’t spoken to anyone besides Liz. There was another woman sitting in the lounge, smoking a cigarette, and a blonde woman had passed earlier with a man on her arm. Everyone seemed to mind their own business.

After a while, you had finished your drink and grown bored, so you decided to go to your room. You made your way to the elevator and stepped in, pressing the button with the eight on it. You patiently waited as the elevator rose, floor after floor, until it reached the seven and stopped. You furrowed your eyebrows. You’d clicked the eight.

The elevator door opened slowly. You reached forward and clicked the eight again. Nothing happened. Was it broken?

You decided to just try for the stairs. The elevator doors closed behind you. You scanned the area, but you didn’t see any door for a stairwell. Strange, you thought.

You clicked the elevator button again, and again, nothing happened. You sighed. Why did this have to happen to you, of all people? You took another look around. Maybe there’s someone on this floor that can help, you thought.

You wandered the halls aimlessly, looking and listening for any sign of someone. After what felt like years, you declared that you had searched the entire floor. Nobody. Just your luck. You turned around and made your way back to the elevator. It was your only hope.

As you rounded the corner, you quickly halted as you almost ran into someone. You hadn’t really been paying attention as you walked.

“God!” you exclaimed, just as you set your eyes on the stranger in front of you. You paused, taking in his features. He was quite possibly one of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen. He blinked as he studied you, and you took a nervous step back.

“I’m sorry,” you said with a nervous laugh, quieter this time. He continued studying you without a word. You smiled awkwardly. “I’m a little tipsy, and I wasn’t paying attention,” you added.

He stepped forward suddenly, his hand reaching up to gently stroke your cheek.

“Fascinating,” he whispered.

It clicked immediately. Fascinating. The word you had been waiting for all of your life.

All that time, it had sounded so silly. But now, rolling off of his tongue, it was just right. It sounded meant to be.

He must have noticed the light bulb go off behind your eyes, because he quickly pulled his arm up, tugging the sleeve of his suit back and revealing the little word imprinted into his arm. God.

Your eyes widened as you glanced down at your own little tattoo, lifting your arm up to show him. Fascinating.

When your eyes met his, he smiled. His palm touched yours as he grabbed your hand and bowed slightly as he touched it to his lips. Electricity shot through your skin at the gesture.

“James Patrick March,” he introduced himself proudly, using the grip on your hand to steer you down the hallway. “And you?”

[evandearest]

I need hugs 🥺🥺🥺 I miss hug people so much! 😣 Can you please write something about that confort, warming-heart hugs, in which you stroke your hands affectionately on the other person's back? And because of the height difference, you can tilt the head a little and kiss the other person's neck? With Kit or Jimmy 🥰🥰🥰

Hugging Kit

Warnings: fluff

Notes: i miss hugs too!! i really wish i could see and hug my family 🥺 this one really hits the spot. thanks for requesting!

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The music blared from the little radio as you seemed to dance around the kitchen. You absolutely loved cooking dinner. You could say it was one of your favorite things to do. Especially when you were cooking for your husband, Kit.

You couldn’t ask for a better husband, if you were being honest. Kit supported you through everything, every step of the way. He gave you constant affection, always making sure you were taken care of, in every aspect. He worked for your money every day, and never, ever complained. He was responsible, charming, funny, handsome, caring, and on and on. He was just overall the greatest man you’d ever met. And so, you did your best to be all those things in return. Cooking dinner for him was one of many things that you did to care for him. Cooking also just happened to be a hobby that you were quite good at.

You sang along to the catchy song that was playing on the radio while you plated the food that you had just finished cooking. You smiled when you heard the familiar rumble of Kit’s truck pulling into the driveway. He was just in time.

You quickly set the plates on the set table, smiling to yourself at how good it had turned out. Just then, Kit entered the house, his keys jingling as he walked. You spun around to face him with a big smile.

You could immediately tell that he was tired. Anyone could. You felt a little pang in your chest at the sight. Kit’s eyes drifted over the set table before meeting your own. A small smile spread across his face.

“So, how was my handsome husband’s day at work?” you asked in a playful tone, hoping to lift his spirts a little.

Kit didn’t say anything, he just smiled a little bigger. Suddenly he walked forward quickly, his arms immediately incasing you into a warm embrace. You were surprised at the bold gesture, but quickly hugged back.

“Everything alright?” you said, your voice quieter due to being muffled into his chest. He smelled like gasoline, but it didn’t bother you. You’d actually grown quite fond of the smell. It was Kit’s smell, after all.

After getting no response, you pulled away slightly to look up at him. He was still smiling, but at your confused expression, he nodded to respond to you.

“Yeah,” he said, his hand coming up to push some of your hair behind your ear. “I just really missed you, is all,” he spoke softly, leaning back down to fully embrace you again.

You smiled widely, your heart warming. Butterflies filled your stomach at how sweet he was. Your hands rubbed his back comfortingly, while you listened to his steady heartbeat. You craned your neck up to place kisses on his neck. It was moments like this you appreciated most with Kit.

“I missed you too, Kit,” you said tenderly, your breath fanning across his skin. He squeezed you one last time before pulling back to look at you. You stared up at him with a soft smile, your hand coming up to caress his cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay, baby?”

His grin never faltered as he nodded. “I promise,” he said, leaning down to peck your lips. “I just love you,” he whispered against your lips.

You teared up slightly at the sentiment. “Oh, Kit,” you sighed, pouting your lips slightly as you tried not to cry. “I love you too.” You kissed him passionately, both arms coming to wrap around his neck.

You pulled away after a moment, staring at him lovingly. Your fingers intertwined with his as you gently tugged him along. “Come on,” you said, “let’s eat.”

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AHHHH i swear i’m smiling so hard this is so cute i can’t- thank you so muchhhh 😚🥺😩😭

hey angel🥰 i saw that you were new and wanting requests! i’d like a james march x reader where reader gets mad at him for not spending any time with her, and he ends up telling her that he loves her and would do anything for her. it’s really hard for him to say since he’s not good at expressing emotions and is afraid what she’s going to say, and reader reassures him that she loves him and he’s fine. thank you in advance, i can’t wait to see your writing! 😚 its also totally okay if you can’t 😊

Emotions(James March x Reader)

A/N: ok i love james patrick fucking march but i felt like i could’ve wrote this better. i hope you like it and it’s what you wanted!

You had died in the Hotel Cortez. You were not sure how, but you knew you were dead. You knew that for sure. Dying at the Cortez meant you were damned to wonder the halls, but in all honesty you did not mind. It was better than what your life had been before hand. You were free from debt, family problems, drinking problems, drug problems, personal relationships, you were free.

Along with being free of your problems, you met someone you finally took away the boredom in your life. It was James Patrick March. He was the light in your life. A very dark, dull light, but he was still the only light you had seen in a while. James was dark, and you were attracted to the darkness.

While being in the Cortez, you struck up a friendship with Liz. She was easy to talk to and get opinions from. It seemed to you that she was the only really friend you had ever had. Liz helped you with your problems and lately you’ve been having a lot.

“Liz, I just don’t know what to,” you said while slumping over on the front desk.

“You just need to tell him how you’re feeling,” she responded while lighting a cigarette.

“Oh yeah you’re right. Just say to him, hey James I’m mad at you because you never make time for me, but you can make time to kill people and have that stupid cop do your bidding. That’s a great idea Liz,” you said with your voice draped in sarcasm.

“Honey. Have you met the man? He’s awful with emotions. He’s never going to guess how you feel. You need to tell him.”

“Whatever,” you took the cigarette from Liz and slowly walked up to your room. As you opened your door, you saw James standing there. You wanted nothing more than to be with him, but at the same time he was the last person you wanted to see.

“Darling,” he said. “I feel like it has been forever since I have been in your company.” James reached for your hand but you quickly pulled away and sat on your bed.

“Yeah it seems like forever,” you said passive aggressively. James looked at you with a furrowed brow.

“Dear, if something is bothering you, you can tell me you know,” he said walking over to you.

“Yes I know that.”

“It seems to me that you don’t,” James said holding onto his cane a little tighter.

“Fine. You want to know? I’m mad at you. You barely make time for me anymore. I get that you are busy and understand you can’t be with me every minute of everyday, but sometimes days pass of us not being together. I’m sorry but I don’t want to to be with someone who doesn’t make time for me,” you let out a breath, not realizing you had been holding one in. James kneeled infront of you and took your hands into his.

“Darling, this is really what has been upsetting you?” he asked. You nodded as a response. “I..I..I love you Y/N and if taking time from my business at night to see you makes you happy, then I am glad to do it. I care greatly about you.”

You looked at him eyes wide. James was not one for sharing his emotions, but for him to say “I love you”? You all of a sudden felt a great regret of ever being mad at him.

“You love me?” you asked. James just looked at you not knowing how to handle the situation. He could not believe he had admitted his love for you. He felt weak, but at the same time knew he needed to say it. “It’s okay James, I love you too. You are everything that I want and need.”

James looked at you and smiled that crazy smile he usually has on his face. He stood up and pulled you up off the bed into a big hug. It had been a while since the two of you had hugged and you couldn’t have been happier.

Jimmy pulled away and looked you in the eyes “Now let’s go darling, we have a lot to catch up on.” For the first time in a while, you finally felt like you were home.

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“if he’s a serial killer, then what’s the worst that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt?” // james march

Request: Hi! If it's alright could I request a James March x reader where she comes to the hotel sobbing and absolutely drenched from the rain with like a fistful of money. So she gets a room and goes to the bar and drinks a bunch and spills to the bar tender that her husband hit her or cheated on her or something and James overhears and he's just super sweet and comforts the reader, maybe they fall in love and he doesn't want her to find out about him being dead/a murder?? (◕‿◕✿)

Warnings: maybe language? murder, mentions of serial killers, graphic content, mentions of abuse, mentions of toxic relationship, alcohol

Notes: literally so much fun to write! feedback is always appreciated :)

title inspired by “happiness is a butterfly” by lana del rey.

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You loved the rain. Especially when it was pouring. It was so comforting, to hear the rain pitter-patter on the roof while you stayed curled up inside with a cup of something warm.

But not tonight. No, tonight was possibly the worst night of your life. Not only did you get in a horrible fight with your husband, but now you were stranded on the streets of L.A., drenched from head to toe from the pouring rain, with no place to turn.

You could hardly see the neon sign that read “Cortez” in the fog, but luckily you managed to spot it. Thank God, a hotel. You silently prayed that it was cheap; who knew where you would go if it wasn’t.

You suddenly felt tears well in your eyes. Why did this have to happen to you, of all people? What did you do to deserve this? And your husband, what were you going to do about him? You didn’t want to stay with him, that you were sure about.

A quiet sob wracked your body as you entered the doors of the hotel, hugging yourself tightly. You gasped quietly at the expensive, old-fashioned look of the hotel. Oh no, you thought, it was totally going to be expensive.

You cursed at the wet clothes clinging to your body; the reason you were shivering violently. You approached the front desk, noticing an older woman staring at you.

“Hello,” you greeted, your voice coming out scratchy. You tried to clear your throat, but even then it didn’t do much for you.

“Hey,” the elder woman said, her eyes scanning you, almost in judgement. “What can I do for you?”

“Uhm,” You said, digging through your pockets. You found what you were looking for, pulling out a wad of money. You quickly tried to straighten the bills out, fumbling under her intense gaze, and the cold feeling swallowing your entire body. You counted the bills before meeting her eyes again.

“How much for a room?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing as you shivered some more. The woman raised her eyebrows.

“Much more than what you have,” She grumbled, eyeing the money you were currently grasping. What was her problem?

“What do we have here?” A voice startled you, and you immediately turned to the source, on high alert. What you saw surprised you; a beautiful woman dressed in diva-like clothing.

“Um, I’m just looking for the cheapest room you have,” you said, biting your lip. You felt tears begin to form in your eyes again, your frustration taking over your self-control.

“Oh, Iris,” the new woman said in a scolding tone to the grumpy lady. “Look at this poor girl! Why would you make her pay for a room?” Iris scoffed, and disappeared into the back room. The nice woman turned to you.

“Don’t worry about it, honey,” she said, smiling softly at you. “I’ll get you a room, on me.”

“Oh, no that—“

“I insist,” she interjected, grabbing your hand and squeezing comfortingly. You felt another wave of emotion come over you, and quickly wiped your tears.

The woman, whom you learned was named Liz, guided you to a room. She gave you clothes to change into, even though you insisted she didn’t have to. You eventually accepted gratefully, amazed at how kind the woman was.

You took a shower and changed before making your way down to the bar, which was mostly empty. You sat down on one of the stools, smiling when you saw that Liz was the bartender.

“Want anything to take the edge off, honey?” she asked you, looking down at you softly.

“Uh,” you thought for a moment, ”do you have wine?”

“That all you want?” Liz asked in amusement.

You looked down at your lap sheepishly. “I don’t drink much.”

“Alright, I got ya something,” Liz said, laughing lightly. You nodded, smiling the best you could. You could still feel the emotional turmoil weighing down on you.

When you thought back on it, you honestly couldn’t believe what had happened. You’d never had the courage to storm out like that. But then again, your husband had never gotten physical.

Your hand traveled up to your throat, which was still sore from being gripped so tightly. You almost couldn’t remember what had led to him choking you. You could distinctly remember him yelling at you drunkenly, and you saying that you were going to leave. The next thing you knew, your back was against the wall, and his hand was around your throat. It was all a blur after that. All you knew was that you managed to get away from him. That was all that mattered.

Liz set a glass down in front of you, shifting your attention to her rather than your thoughts. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the unknown liquid. A certain impulse lead you to downing the whole glass.

Your fingers grasped the cold glass, your face scrunching up at the subtle but apparent burn in your throat. It seemed as if immediately your mind started to get fuzzy, whatever self control you had left slipping away. Your eyes moved to Liz, who was watching you with a smirk.

“Man, this stuff is strong,” you mumbled, licking your lips, the taste of alcohol lingering on your taste buds.

Liz chuckled, leaning over on the bar next to you. She shook her head, “No, you’re just a lightweight, hun.” You coughed, nodding.

It was silent for a moment. It seemed your drunken mind couldn’t handle that, because in just a few minutes you were crying and spilling all the night’s events to Liz without a second thought. It felt nice, though. Even sober you would admit that Liz was a great listener.

“Oh, honey,” Liz said, looking down at you with a pout. “You can’t let him do that to you!” She exclaimed.

“I’ve tried,” you sighed, burying your head in your hands. “Nothing ever works, no matter what I do. He’s inescapable. I’ll never be free from him.” Liz looked down at you, her eyebrows creased in deep concern.

“Anyone can gain freedom if they desire it so much.”

The voice startled you, making you slowly spin around in your chair to see just who such an odd voice could belong to. Your hazy eyes met dark brown. His stare was intense, so intense you could feel your arms prickle with goosebumps. Or maybe it wasn’t his gaze, maybe it was simply his presence. His steps were slow paced as he began decreasing the distance between the two of you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the man. Your drunken mind didn’t even hardly process his clothes, his accent, and everything about him that screamed long ago. You were too busy trying to process his words, make sense of what he just said.

“Hello, darling,” he said, a charming grin appearing on his face. Darling? Was he flirting with you? You frowned, your drunken thoughts clouding your judgement.

“Who are you?” You shot at him, immediately cringing at your words. “Sorry,” You said sheepishly, “I didn’t mean to sound rude, I’m not used to drinking.” Oh God, you thought, now you were saying too much.

But the man chuckled. “Nonsense, dear,” He shushed you, smiling at you softly. “It seems to me you’ve had a rough night.”

“Now that’s an understatement,” you said, giggling a little. You were very aware that you were drunk, and making a fool of yourself in front of a handsome man. But did it really matter?

The man laughed a little at you, his eyes softening around the edges as he stared at you. He offered you a hand, “James Patrick March.”

You smiled, grabbing his hand softly. “{Y/N}.” His lips pressed against the back of your hand, making tingles shooting up your spine. You giggled again, despite yourself.

“You’re quite a lovely woman to be at a bar alone.” He slid into the seat next to you.

“And you’re quite a smooth talker, Mr. March,” you said, giving him a playful glare. He chuckled again.

“And I believe your quite... uh, drunk, is it?” He squinted his eyes in thought, then nodded. “Yes, dear, you’re quite intoxicated.”

You sighed. “Yeah, I know.” In that moment, it seemed that your memories of the night came back to haunt you once again. The mood seemed to go completely sour.

“Ah, yes,” James said, watching you intensely. “You’ve just endured a quite dramatic event, darling, no one would necessarily blame you.”

You nodded, your lips forming a straight line. A sudden tiredness had weighed down on you, a yawn escaping your slightly puffed lips.

You tried to stand, not expecting your knees to give out underneath you. The last thing you remembered before falling into darkness was James’ face, and a soft bed.

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It’d been nearly three months since you had escaped your ex-husband. It seemed that ever since you had walked into the Hotel Cortez and met James March, your life had taken a whole different turn, for the better. It seemed that James had been the exit to freedom that you had prayed so desperately for.

For all the months since you had met James, your life had been what your wildest dreams were made of. A faithful lover, who you knew truly loved you, life in extravagance, and even amazing friends, like Liz and Sally. Even Iris came around. Your husband never even came looking at the hotel for you. You didn’t know where he was, neither did you care. The hotel itself seemed to just make you happy. Sure, you’d found out pretty quickly that there were some odd residents lurking around in the halls. But it wasn’t all that bad. Truly, it was amazing... that is, until you found out that James was hiding something from you.

You’d known for a while. It was obvious. He would disappear at random times of the night, and wouldn’t return until early morning, or sometimes it would even be full days where he’d be missing. You’d have to be a fool not to notice. Not to mention that every time you brought it up, he dismissed you with an excuse. And even then, you’d already been in a relationship with a liar. You knew the signs. Maybe it was good, maybe it was bad. Either way, you had to find out what he was hiding. You promised yourself you wouldn’t go through this again, even if you trusted James.

You’d came up with a plan. One night, when he slipped out, you’d follow him. You’d see exactly where he went at such an early hour, and more importantly, what he did. You’d just have to be sneaky.

You’d felt him get out of the bed. Sure, you’d been mostly asleep, but you were all too familiar to the feeling of your lover slipping out. You waited a few moments before quietly slipping out of bed, throwing on a robe, and tip-toeing after him.

You followed him through numerous halls, even figured out which floor he traveled to on the elevator. His destination was a room on the seventh floor. It seemed so odd to you, so eerily disturbing. What could he be doing at such an early hour... He had to be cheating, you decided.

You waited awhile, thinking about how you were going to approach the situation. What were you going to say to him? What would his reaction be? ...Were you ready to face the truth? You sighed, taking a deep breath. Man up, you thought. You’ve done this before, you can do it again. And with a deep breath, you opened the door.

You never could’ve been prepared for what you saw. The possibility never crossed your mind, it was never even a thought.

James scrambled when he saw you. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything. There was so much blood..

“O-oh, darling, this-“ he stuttered. He didn’t know what to say. Neither did you.

“W-Who,” You began, your eyebrows furrowing as you pointed at the obviously dead man on the floor. “w-who—who was he?” You couldn’t breathe, your voice thick with emotion.

James eyes grew wide, his silence further pushing you. “Who was he?!” You shouted, your shaking hands reaching in front of you as you slowly approached the dead corpse.

“A—a businessman,” James answered, his eyes studying your reaction. “You disapprove?” He asked, slightly cringing at what was to come.

“Do I—“ your eyes widened, but you quickly closed them, and took a deep breath. Once you were slightly more calm, you opened your eyes to meet his dark brown ones. “What is going on here?”

“I, uh...” James was at a loss. For the first time ever, you had seen James speechless.

“Do you—do you do this every time you leave?” You questioned him. You stared at him intently, your ragged breathing increasing more and more as the time passed.

James stood hesitant for a moment, before nodding. “It’s a... hobby?” He said, his eyebrows raising at you nervously.

You staggered back a step, suddenly losing your balance. James instinctively reached out for you, but you quickly flinched away. His eyes traveled up to yours, sadness and guilt clouding them.

“I-I’m sorry,” you said, hesitantly grabbing his hand. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. Your eyes met his, tears beginning to stain your face. “I...” You thought for a moment, before squeezing his hand. “I just need some time to think about this.”

“I-“ James choked out, tears welling up in his eyes. Your own eyes widened. You’d never seen James cry. “I understand.”

Your heart dropped. Even though you’d just found out that he was a murderer, possibly a serial killer, it didn’t mean that you could just turn off your feelings for him. You still loved him, more than anything you’d ever loved. You still felt insanely safe around him. You instinctively reached for him, pulling his body into yours.

You stood on your tiptoes as your head rested on his shoulder. His arms circled around your waist, holding you tightly. His body seemed to relax in your embrace.

“You’re still...” you whispered, silent tears dripping onto his blood-stained shirt, “you’re still you, right?” James tensed again, but nodded against your shoulder.

“Of course, darling,” he whispered back, his voice slightly breaking. He was so close to your ear that you swore you could hear his every breath.

His voice still sent shivers down your spine. His touch still made you weak in the knees. His words still warmed you up inside. He still had that dark hair that you loved so much. He was still the weirdly adorable, stubborn, emotional man that you fell in love with.

He was still your James.

You hugged him tighter.

“We’ll figure it out,” you whispered.

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