#jpm fluff

[marchsfreakshow]

The Stage Is Yours {JPM x Reader}

May accidentally be a self insert in some ways because ehhehe yes.

You're an upcoming theatre actor, and you're excited to show James a filmed performance of your most recent show.

I recommend looking up "Twelfth Night" and "Hay Fever" so you could understand the characters mentioned and stuff :3

No one's perspective.

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You arrived at the Hotel after a month or two. The whole time you were rehearsing and performing, you were thinking of James. He couldn't come and see you perform because he was dead.

You secretly hoped they would record a performance whenever you auditioned for plays. So you decided to stop feeling disappointed when the audience didn't have a camera somewhere. Thankfully, a photographer always did rehearsal photos. That meant you could print them out and show them all to James.

Every single time, you heard "I would love to see you on a stage, my dear." And "I love your performances, my love." It made you just smile, and it helped you with every performance you did. But leaving him for so long at a time both made you upset.

"I don't want to leave you again my darling." You mentioned, laying next to James. He had his arm around you and he was looking down at you with a smile. There were rehearsals for an adaptation of Twelfth Night by Shakespeare. Your current favourite play. In the auditions, you were hoping to be Olivia but got cast as Viola. Both main characters, and you were happy with one of the main parts anyway. "Twelfth Night is a decently long play."

James nodded, his silence was solemn. He wished to see you on a stage. The stage was where he felt you belonged. His undead heart always broke at the feeling of not seeing you where you belonged. But James just kissed your cheek and smiled at you eventually. "I'm happy for you my dear, I hope to see one of your performances soon."

That's when you smirked, got up and turned on the new TV that you put in James' room. He denied it for ages until you let him keep it. The only time he watched it was when you were at the hotel and you wanted to uh, Netflix and chill. James never understood that until you straight up said to him, "We're going to watch a movie or two then fuck."

But this time it was to show him something different rather than modern TV shows. Your last performance was a show called "Hay Fever" and you got the main part of Sorel. A young woman who is the daughter of the two other main parts. It had been your favourite part so far, apart from your Shakespeare roles. Shakespeare was where you shined. You weren't sure if James had heard of Hay Fever, but you had a feeling since it was written in the 1920s.

"what are you going to show me my bird?" James asked, sitting up and watching you go through your phone. You held a finger up in front of his face to shut him up, and then you cast a YouTube upload of Hay Fever you were in onto the TV.

Immediately, James was entranced by the play. Every minute or so, you heard "That's lovely dear." Or a laugh, or, "Oh look my darling, you look so radiant." He sprinkled in so many praises and compliments for you, making you feel incredibly red. "This play feels so full with your character my sweet bird."

Soon enough, the play was finished and you stopped it. You looked over to James who immediately picked you up. He spun you around and kissed every single part of your blushing face. The smile he gave you was rare, and it was like the dark aura of the hotel was brought up.

It felt odd to the people who walked past James' room, but they shrugged it off, not wanting to question the dead serial killer.

Meanwhile, he kept pressing kisses to your face and hugging you close. "I love you, James."

"I love you so much my sweet hummingbird."

[fear-is-truth]

ok hear me out the evans with reader who has an oral fixation

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans… and your oral fixation.ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ james patrick march‧ kai anderson

a/n: um. idk if u meant the normal kind or the sucking dick kind so i’m assuming it��s the former...

⟣ tags ‧ nsfw for kai | gn! reader

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

he’d think it’s kind of endearing, like when you absentmindedly chew on pens or nibble your fingers while lost in thought.

might lowkey encourage it because he loves seeing you relaxed or focused. he’d think it’s cute when you’re twirling a straw between your lips or biting the corner of a snack wrapper.

boy has a filthy mind and he would imagine the beautiful possibilities with your oral fixation.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would be so understanding and sweet about it, no judgment at all. he’d notice your little habits early on and immediately start thinking of ways to help.

he’d carry around toothpicks, gum, or hard candy in his pocket, just for you.

whenever you’re chewing on something (like your nails or a pen), he’d gently take it from you. “don’t wanna see you hurt yourself, y’know?”

would even try to incorporate your fixation into little sweet gestures. like, he’d hand you a lollipop and say, “thought of you when i saw this at the store.”

he’d never call it weird or make you feel bad; instead, he’d see it as one of those unique little things that make you you.

if you’re playing with his fingers or nibbling on his shirt collar absentmindedly, he’d just smile and let you. “you’re somethin’ else, darlin’.”

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

would think your oral fixation is the cutest thing ever. he wouldn’t even question it; he’d just roll with it like the golden retriever boyfriend he is.

kyle would quietly watch out for signs that you’re stressed or anxious, knowing your fixation might be a coping mechanism. he’d always be ready to distract or comfort you when needed.

if you chew on his hoodie strings, he’d chuckle softly and let you. even if it means walking around with damp hoodie ties afterward.

if he notices you fiddling with random objects to chew on, he’d gently offer alternatives. “here, try this instead,” handing you a piece of gum.

he’d probably start carrying around little things like gummy candy or mints just for you.

he’s just the kind of guy who sees your quirks as something to adore, not fix.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

james would initially raise an eyebrow at your oral fixation, finding it a bit unladylike, but the fact that it’s you doing it makes him oddly charmed. “my dear, such habits are unbecoming, yet somehow you make them… endearing.”

because he’s a world-class simp for you.

he’d absolutely try to redirect the habit into something more “sophisticated.” he’d offer you cigars, not because he expects you to actually smoke them but because it amuses him.

he’d also introduce you to those elegant, vintage cigarette holders—the long, fancy ones used by old hollywood starlets.

would keep an assortment of expensive hard candies or licorice in crystal jars around the hotel just for you.

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would probably shame you about your oral fixation, calling it “childish” or “immature,” “what are you, a teething infant?”

if he’s truly invested in you, he’d dive into the psychology of it, trying to figure out why you do it via pinky power. ask evasive questions.

there’s no way he’d let you chew on his hoodie strings.

instead, he’d offer something that benefits him. “you need something to suck on? here,” he’d say, sliding two of his fingers into your mouth with a knowing smirk.

would lowkey enjoy the control of indulging your fixation on his terms. he’d use that as an excuse to throat-train you. work on that gag reflex of yours.

at the end of the day, he’d see your oral fixation as something to manipulate, explore, and (occasionally) accommodate.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[evanpetersfangirl]

My friend told me that Evan peters is ugly (I ghosted them after)

[drowningyoursorrow]

CULTURE OF DISHONESTY

james patrick march x gn! reader / kai anderson x gn! reader

You were married to James for as long as you could remember, before and after he built the hotel. But as time grew, you knew he fell in love with another, the Countess he called her. You heard of their dinners together, but if you left, you'd have nothing. You gave it all up for James and his dark secrets, died alongside him. What will you do now?

!!!: mentions of death, murder, cheating, minor nsfw mentions, alcohol consumption W/C: 2.5k

You've been dead for nearly a century, and most of the time the halls of the Hotel Cortez were dead silent. Besides the moments from time to time when people were being murdered, and you could hear their screams. You've grown used to it, most of the time avoiding the areas where they came from. Although you died a while back, unlike James, you decided to try to keep up with the new eras and trends. James didn't seem to mind because he told you he loved your “ivory soul” and not how you appear.

Now you just laugh at the memory of it, ever since you've heard of his affair you've been looking into it. Of course, James believed you were oblivious to his own endeavors since you don't pry into his business. You've discovered that The Countess was purely the opposite of you, she was breathtaking, but you could tell her heart was cold. At first, you were insanely jealous and cried to yourself for weeks, but now, it just feels like a light sting. Of course, you still loved James and you loathed it because your heart still yearns from him like before.

You wish you would've at least grew out of love with him over tie like he did with you, maybe replace him or something. But you can't see yourself with any man other than James, you've decided to try to be distant to help. It has been working lately, you don't feel the urge to have to see him every second of your day anymore. But you assumed that since James has to keep up his act that he's still infatuated with you, he checks up on you.

Surprisingly, he noticed that you were no longer clinging onto his arm everywhere he went. Since he usually never really did acknowledge you even when you did do that, just growing accustomed to the feeling. As you were getting prepared to head to the bar, to drink your own pitiful sorrows away. James appeared, typically he was off wooing the countess or doing his killings, you've figured out his plans to avoid him. You were wearing something on the fancier side, deciding it'd best to look expensive while you have your mental breakdown.

He halted in his steps as he studied your get-up, often you didn't wear anything fancy since it wasn't really the style anymore. You felt relieved now since you didn't blush under his gaze anymore and just gave him an unimpressed look. He strode toward where you were and stood behind you and smoothed his hands across your sides. Nuzzling his head into the side of your neck, "you look ravishing, dearest. It feels like forever since I have seen you dress so eloquently."

You felt a certain distaste in your mouth as his hands touched you, knowing that he was doing this with someone else. So, you gently removed his hands off of you and stepped away from him, still facing away. Grabbing the rest of your necessities, "thank you, James." You paused, unsure of what else to say to brush him off, "I'm sorry, but I was just heading off somewhere. Maybe we can chat when I get back, hm?"

"Well, where are you heading? Maybe I can accompany you, may I remind you, I do own this hotel. I know all the secret and wonderful places." He spoke at you eagerly, going near you once more, holding out his arm so you could take it like you'd usually do. "Yes, I know James, I was there with you. But I was looking forward to spending some time with myself." James gave you a quizzical look, confused that you rejected his offer, usually you'd take every chance to be with him.

He rested his arm back to his side, thinking, "but we haven't spent a lot of time together recently, we better catch up on the days we've missed!" He was grinning at you now, the idea of you not wanting to be with him simply not registering for him. Him mentioning that you two not spending time together humored you, he was the reason for it. Always brushing off both of yours plans to go and be with the Countess, telling you he had business to attend to. "James, maybe another night? I must be going now, I'll see you when I return."

You gave him one last glance, his eyebrows were furrowed and a frown was evident on his features. For a moment you thought he looked, hurt, upset even. The idea made you laugh, surely he wouldn't be, he had no right to be. With that, you slammed the door and headed off to your destination, trying to stop the unconscious tears welling up in your eyes. "You're just being ridiculous, he doesn't care."

You made your way to the bar, it was empty as usual, and so you situated yourself more in the front. Liz knew of your current predicament and only could pity you, never bothering you when you did drunkenly sob about it. She gave you your usual bourbon before asking, "what happened this time, sweetie?" "You know, he pretended to care and acted sad when I didn't want to spend time with him. Like as if he wasn't blowing me off, so he could go be with her." You chugged the drink, the strong taste not bothering you, but there was a faint sting.

Although you've been trying not to bother yourself with your feelings of the situation, it still always made your heart squeeze. "Why does he even still try? Why can't he just go and tell me he doesn't want me anymore? Just give me some piece of mind." "Maybe you keep him grounded? You did stick by his side with everything, so if you were to just be gone it would feel… Unnatural. He never did like anything out of order." You chugged more of the bourbon she gave you, looking at the liquid, laughing that you were drinking his drink.

You were always a lightweight, no matter how much you'd drink, and how you never got used to how strong the liquid was. You rested your head on your hand as you stared at the empty glasses, "Him cheating on me is out of order, like if I had the guts I'd like to punch him or something." Liz smirked at your remark, before noticing someone take a seat at the bar. You slumped over and buried your head in your arms, hearing the faint voice of a man beside you.

In your hazy mind you thought of the affair, deciding if he's cheating on you, maybe you can cheat on him. That'll give him a reason to end it with you, since you were too scared to do it yourself. You peeked up to stare at the mysterious man, he was fairly lean but muscular. He was the opposite of James, and it enticed you, he had blue hair that hung above his shoulders. He sported a gray turtleneck paired with a black leather coat.

Unusual, but you had no right to judge, you look like you just attended the met gala. He had an intense gaze before he flicked his eyes at you, you didn't flinch. So you two just stared at each other, him sipping his drink as you both studied one another. It looked like he was judging your outfit as well, looking up at you with a really? look. You grinned and nodded your head sheepishly, he shifted to the seat right next to you and looked down at you.

"What's with the formal wear?" He spoke in a teasing tone yet it sounded soft and gruff at the same time. He was smiling at you amused, "well, just felt the need to look exquisite while I get insanely drunk. The usual." He laughed at your response, shaking his head as he chugged the rest of his drink. "What's with you? You look like you're about to mug someone."

You hiccuped while you giggled at yourself, but his gaze shifted to something serious as he looked at you. Before switching back to charming, "maybe I am?" "Wait wait, no offense, but why are you in a hotel like this? You look like a motel type of person." "Looked shady from the outside, so I went in, and it was the opposite. Got tricked, I guess?" You furrowed your brows, you haven't really seen the outside of the place in a while, being dead and all.

He looked at you some more, although you're dressed normally, he had a sense that you were different. You wore your hair old timely and had a bit of an accent to you, like those people in those old Hollywood films. "I'm Y/N by the way, in case you were wondering." You interrupted him, he was looking at you too much, your tone was sluggish yet serious in a way. "I'm Kai, Kai Anderson."

He brought his hand out to you, you shook it firmly, giggling because you haven't done that in a while. He seemed amused at your drunken state of mind, "do you live here, or?" "Hm, yeah, been staying here for a while. Wouldn't recommend." "Then why are you still here?" "Commitment, I am no quitter." He didn't look satisfied with your answer, looking frustrated for a quick second before he smiled at you.

"I was actually planning on to stay here for a while, you want to show me all the good spots?" You smiled at that, you two were unconsciously leaning against each other, you just now noticed. So you shifted back to your original spot, Kai giving you a confused look but not saying anything. "Yeah, I can, I know all the juicy spots." "Juicy?" "Isn't that like... a slang?" "Not anymore."

You cringed at yourself, maybe you need to reeducate yourself again. "Well, I know some pretty amazing spots, nice and quiet." He hummed at your response, swigging one last drink before he stood up. "Maybe when you're sober." With that, he headed to the elevators, giving you one last wave before he was gone.

You cheekily smiled at yourself, feeling accomplished, feeling Liz's eyes on you, looking impressed. You felt smug and sloppily sat up, walking to the elevator in unsteady steps. Waving at her and stepping into the elevator. You made your way to yours and James room, opening it, surprised to see him sitting at his desk.

Usually he was gone whenever you returned from whatever you were doing, if he did come back it was only for a second. You ignored him and made your way to the bed and flopped down on your back, feeling the sheets. You wonder if he ever brought her back here, using his suite to woo her, or something. You heard him stand up, making his way over to you to tower over you as he studied your drunken state. "My beloved, were you at the bar?"

You pretended to think, "why yes, James, twas at the bar. Where else would I go?" He studied you once more, you both knew that you only drank whenever you were upset. But he decided not to say anything and sat next to you, "Is something the matter? You've been shaking me off lately." You thought of his question, yes, yes there is a problem, you're cheating on me, so I'm drinking to not think about it. "No, not at all. All is swell."

You giggled to yourself as you kicked your shoes off, knowing your answer was agitating him. "Who were you with at the bar?" You stilled, although you weren't doing anything wrong, the way he asked you bothered you. His tone was stern, and you knew if you looked at him, he would have his souless stare. There would be no use in lying, he had eyes everywhere, but he wouldn't really watch over you.

Suddenly sober, you asked, "what do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "No, James, I do not, elaborate." "I saw you at the bar with someone. A strange looking man to be exact." "He's not strange, and why are you watching me?"

The question made James falter and he seemed to be thinking, "well, you being curt earlier had me worried so I went to see what you were doing." "Oh my god, you stalked me." "No, I wasn't stalking you, I was just checking to see if you were alright and safe." "That's what a stalker would say." "No matter that, what were you doing with him?"

"Drinking, I was alone, and he randomly showed up and talked to me, we're drinking buddies now." "Well quit it." You sat up with him, scooting away from him as you glared at him. He was avoiding your gaze, but he looked equally frustrated with you as you were with him. "Quit what exactly, James? Drinking with someone? You do it all the time, why can't I?"

"It's different." "How is it different, James? Hm? Am I only supposed to drink with you now? I want you to know how unfair that is." He flicked his glare toward you but kept his temper, "It's business matters that's why, and he was flirting with you!" "No he wasn't! You know what I can't with you, I am tired." You weren't, but you needed to get your point across, "we can talk about this tomorrow."

James looked as if he was going to protest but held his tongue watching you curl away from him on the bed. Not bothering to change, his expression saddened as he laid down beside you. Not changing, either, he faced away from you on the bed. You felt bad for having him worried, but you wanted him to feel how you’ve felt for the past months. "Goodnight James, I love you."

There was no response, only a huff, and with that you closed your eyes as tears began to fall. The feeling of your failed marriage finally hitting you and James secluded life from you. Maybe Kai could help you tomorrow, you felt comfort with the stranger as you thought of tomorrow. You still silently cried because you could feel the remaining love that bloomed for James, no matter what. What you didn't know was James could feel you crying next to him, but his pride held him back from saying anything.

As he finally felt you fall to rest, he sat up and stared down at your sleeping figure, holding empathy and guilt. He knew he had no right to be upset with who you were talking to. The guilt soon finally hit as he curled himself next to you, recalling all the times he blew you off to be with someone else. The times he would lay with her because of her beauty, but your warmth was different from hers, he felt more safe and secure, but he was in too deep.

"Goodnight dearest, I love you too."

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- Had to make a story with both of my favorites - Possibly going to make more parts (I'm lying) - Not proofread in any way - The titles not a song, just a creative saying I saw

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

[eventually27]

Do hurt/comfort for JPM! I mean when he is very very sad (maybe something about his mother and his childhood?) He’s very fluffy after all and needs hugs too! 🤣

Oh! so fluffy and needs alllllll the cuddles.

Comfort..

Comforting James Patrick March when he's having a bad day, it was his mother's birthday.

As you and James sat in room 64, you could tell something was wrong. You didn't normally sit in this room either, but maybe he found comfort in here. James held his glass in his hand, watching the alcohol swirl round and round. He wasn't himself. New guests had arrived today, and it was his opportunity to have some fun. He should have been in a good mood.

"James, what's the matter? You don't seem like yourself, my love, " you said with concern.

" Ah, yes, today is a day that brings back many memories for me. After all these years, I am still affected by such days. Today is my mother's birthday," he said, still swirling around his drink. James hadn't really spoken about his family much before, but you knew it was a sore subject. Especially by the look on his face. You knew it was a big contender to why he revelled in darkness. You moved and sat closer to him, "i dont like to see you unhappy, you know you can talk to me about anything. Talk to me about how you are feeling, it might help you to feel better, " you said while placing your hand over his.

James gripped your hand and started to talk, " My mother and father were religious, very strong beleivers, its why I loath it the way I do, my mother done as she was told, left my father to act how he did, with no consequences, he was the meanest man alive and she was his sidekick. She was no mother, she did not care for her son as she should of, Thou shall not bear false witness, but they spread their corrupt beleifs like disease, a disease which I was immune to. The worst thing in the world is religion. Let me tell you that. "

You felt the coldness in his voice as he spoke. It sent chills through your body. You had never seen James this way before. You had never seen him affected by something so much, he had never really opened up to you before, never expressed his deepest emotions, you had revelled in darkness together, you had seen eachothers darkest thoughts but never experienced his sadness, you could not begin to imagine what his father must have done to create such resentment.

" I'm sorry you experienced that James, you didn't deserve to be treated that way, you deserved to be treated with love, but this helps me to understand why you have such a tight grip on your feelings" you said, squeezing James hand. You wished you could go back in time and change things for him and protect him.

"A man only has a grip as tight as he does because he knows that if he let's go, even slightly, he will hurl himself into the abyss, but my dear, you are a revelation, your just like me but at the same time your filled with so much light, a light that guides me" James finally took his eyes away from his glass, he spoke while looking you at, something about him saying this while looking in your eyes made it have more meaning, his tone of voice, his words, they bought warmth to you. You took James drink from his hand and placed it on the table. You took your arms and placed them around him, and in return, he placed his around you. You wanted him in your arms, you wanted to take away some sadness, you would absorb it from him if you could. He sunk into your arms, and for a moment, you just sat in silence wrapped up in each other, and that was enough. You didn't need to speak to feel eachothers love.

"I'll always be your light James, I'll always be hear to guide you, care for you and love you, now your new guests arrived this morning, so let's go and have some fun shall we?" You said with a devilish look.

"Ah Dearest this is why I love you, in your black heart or hearts your just like me"

[luv4fandoms]

Tbh I just wanna be the Morticia to this beautiful psycho Gomez lol

< 1940's love story 3

[vizjpmdose]

Having a Secret Relationship with James Patrick March.

⭑.ᐟ warnings: a little bit of smut

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ a/n: There's a bit of fluff tho! and i'm back!! i'm currently in a 15hr+ trip for my birthday tomorrow! I apologize if you spot any errors, it was 4am when i wrote this.

JPM x fem ghost!reader

Having a secret relationship with the most infamous ghost in the building is a huge blessing in disguise, it's gonna cause a huge stir if the other ghosts knew but this secret relationship what makes both of you feel alive.

You both love the adrenaline that it brings as you both try to be wild and free but in secrecy. The feeling is crazily addicting for the both of you.

He loves taking risks to another level, he always imagines what would happen if he'd taunt the permanent residents in the hotel by purposely leaving small suspicious details about you both.

He spends his time in his office daydreaming about this, he daydreams about what the other ghosts'/vampires' reaction would be if him and you will be caught in an intimate position or what would be their reaction if he'd taunt them by innocently flirting with you in front of them by using phrases that only you and him could understand.

"The hotel has been lively lately so I stay in my suite enjoying the private company." You stated, but James suddenly replied to that; "Well, it seems I’m not the only one who enjoys those private company these days."

He made sure to drop suspicion to the others, aiming to make them confused if it's about being alone with the company of your comfortable suite or obviously having someone as a private company.

But you don't have to worry much, this smart man always make sure that he has everything in control before acting on his risky plans.

James enjoys making eye contact with you from across the room, knowing you can sense his gaze. You always both share a knowing smile to each other when you do this, it's fun and lovely.

He also enjoys trying to share physical affection even in public like placing a hand on your shoulder, making it look platonic to the others but he makes sure to you that the feeling of his touch indicates so much more than a normal touch. He also places a hand on your lower back, making it seem platonic to others once again. He also loves standing close behind you making sure you'd feel like his hands are all over your body even though it's not.

Forced to place a hand on your shoulder, but he wanted to place a tight and possessive grip on your waist. Forced to place a hand on your lower back, but he wants to rest that hand on your hipbone and trace small circles on it. Forced to just radiate his body heat, but that feeling makes him want to just badly bend you over the nearest surface and make you feel that body energy physically.

As much as he loves doing those risks, he loves to take it slow too.

So sometimes, you both will just find each other hiding in secluded corners of the hotel, mostly in forgotten rooms. Enjoying each other's company.

And that's where intimate events happens.

This man's sixth sense is strong asf, he can feel when the other ghosts are trying to be nosy or planning something that he doesn't like. So trust him with everything in a risky situation like this, he knows what to do.

He loves to fuck you freely and loudly but when he can sense that you both are in a bit of a risky situation he has no problem with trying to be silent/trying to keep you silent. He finds it thrilling, specially when he has to cover your mouth while taking you from behind.

But there's also genuine times, like a feeling of a calm night with genuine conversations. He never experienced this before.. Not until you came.

During those nights, he'd find himself genuinely sharing his stories/experiences since you do the same.

There are some times where you take him to watch the guests with you, just watching and not hurting or causing trouble with the guest. "I just like to observe them, See what kind of life they have."

James who is always up to violence will be like: "My dear, you haunt this hotel like a silent breeze when you could be a tempest. Where is your ambition? You'll just let yourself be one of those purposeless ghosts?"

But later he'd find himself interested watching the guests as well when you can't stop talking or pointing out details to him.

When both of you can't seem to have alone time for some days, James leaves little notes for you, written on napkins, small pieces of papers suddenly appearing out of nowhere, or tucked into books. He has a habit of that.

"My beloved, I ache for your presence." , "My my, you're wearing my favorite necklace of yours? Ravishing as always.", "Underneath the grand staircase is a loose floorboard. Lift it, and you’ll find a surprise waiting for you. A token of my devotion."

You also do that to him, reminding him that you're a ghost like him and can do those things too.

"you’re not the only one who can make a note appear out of thin air. Check the pocket of your waistcoat for a surprise!", "If you can tear yourself away from your ‘projects,’ I may just allow you to sweep me off my feet later.", "I miss you, James." Those are some type of notes you leave for him and he loves it so damn much when you do this.

Everything in this secret relationship makes him feel so alive.

[frankenkyle19]

My Masterlist

Tate Langdon-

Tate Langdon NSFW Headcanons (smut)

Be My Good Boy (smut)

The Devil’s Chocolate 🍫 (smut)

Hold Me (smut)

I Bet I Could Scare You (Smut)

Kit Walker-

Opening Up (hurt/comfort)

Desperation (smut)

Healing ❤️‍🩹 (hurt/comfort)

This Cruel Existence (angst)

You Can If You Want (smut)

Grown up time (smut)

Kyle Spencer-

“Not….Stupid” (hurt/comfort)

Kyle Spencer Headcanons (fluff)

Kyle Spencer NSFW Headcanons (smut)

🌼Blow Dryer🌸 (comfort)

Stories Untold (hurt/comfort)

🌼Touched By A Zombie🌼 (fluff)

Cherry Medicine 🍒 (fluff)

Questions Answered (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Let Go, I’ll Catch You (smut)

Unsupervised Tablet Time (smut)

After The Glitter Fades (Fluff)

Rubber Ducky 🧼 (comfort)

Free (Fluff)

Franken!Kyle experimenting with toys (smut)

Jimmy Darling-

You Sunshine, You Temptress (smut)

Jealousy (smut)

After Work Release (Smut)

James March-

Ghost Sex (smut)

JPM’s NSFW alphabet (smut)

A Lesson In Vulnerability (hurt/comfort)

Self Pleasure (smut)

Rhythm of Your Undead Heart (smut)

Peter Maximoff-

I Hate You, I Love You (smut)

Go Slow, Speedster (smut)

🎃The sweetest Treat is You🎃(smut)

Drabble (smut)

Learning Your Lesson (smut)

The No Longer Virgin (smut)

Pegging Peter Maximoff (smut)

Food Play with Peter Maximoff (smut)

The Twinkie Thief (smut)

Glitter On The Floor After The Party (smut)

“Amaze-balls” (smut)

Graveyard adventure (smut)

‘Fur-reaky’ (smut)

Kai Anderson-

Comforting Car Ride (hurt/comfort)

Why Won’t You? (Sorta fluff)

Sweet Pain (smut)

Mask Sex (Smut)

Colin Zabel-

Best Years Of Your Life 💋 (fluff)

Sit Down (Smut)

Stan Bowes-

First Time For Everything (mxm smut)

Mr. Gallant-

Red Silk and Leather (mxm smut)

Austin Sommers

My Treat-(smut)

[irl-w0lverine]

Fictober plan

•-definitely

•-unsure

•-ideas needed

Ones marked with a '?' can be requested due to having no ideas yet for them. I also may add an extra smut fic on each angst but that depends on motivation.

I may also write fluff for the days inbetween but im not going to say i definitely will.

Oct 2nd - austin sommers (smut)

Oct 4th - gambit/remy (angst)

Oct 6th - kai anderson (smut)

Oct 8th - kit walker (angst)

Oct 10th - wolverine (smut)

Oct 12th - tate (angst)

Oct 14th - quicksilver (smut)

Oct 16th - ? (angst)

Oct 18th - deadpool (smut)

Oct 20th - ? (angst)

Oct 22nd - kit walker (smut)

Oct 24th - ? (angst)

Oct 26th - ? (smut)

Oct 28th - ? (angst)

Oct 30th - ? (smut)

Oct 31st - jpm x countess x reader (smut)

[marchsfreakshow]

Poems - Rugged {James Patrick March x Reader}

Part 3 to Poems. Find the others here vvv

1. 2.

This poem is called Rugged.

A small fic while I'm working on my two other ones. You're working on a poem, but the ending is stuck. You're stuck on how to end a poem about being rugged with someone. Maybe James can help?

No one's perspective.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Y/N tapped at the notepad while staring at the words on the page. They were there but in a mess. They tried to think about the ending, but nothing came into their head. Soon enough, the words became gibberish because they were staring for so long. Blinking, they stood up straight and looked around at James' room. As if any inspiration would come from the deep walls.

"Nothing. Fucking nothing."

"What's wrong my darling?" James came up behind Y/N and looked down at their notepad. "No ending figured out?" They shook their head, put the pencil down, and then turned around to face their boyfriend.

"I'm so close, and I really want to figure out an ending."

"Read it to me, my love. Verse by verse." He smiled, as he reached around Y/N's back and picked up the small notepad. Just like the first two poems he read, it was scribbly. Lots of dashes at words that maybe just didn't sound right, or a verse that didn't match what they were going for. A mess in Y/N's head crawled onto a piece of paper. Maybe there was a doodle on the corner of the page which appeared as Y/N was thinking to themselves.

James held it out to Y/N, and they took it, cringing to themselves. "I'll take your hand again, soft again. If only you were." They then looked up to James, who was now gently holding onto Y/N's waist.

"Beautiful already my darling. Please continue." He grinned and kissed Y/N's cheek.

Y/N took in a deep, slow breath and continued reading. "You were something. Something sweet and salty. Something sour and bitter." They cringed again as they finished the sentence. It sounded like a cliche in their head, and they wanted to be original. As original as you could get with poetry. They knew that ideas could never truly be original. Something is inspired by something. That something ends up making someone famous. And a life created from something.

But, they swallowed it, and carried on, James looking at them adoringly, "Don't be soft again, I don't like soft anymore. It's hard and rugged. Stop then." Y/N simply took a breath, and leaned against the counter, hiding their face once again with the notepad.

"Is that how far you've gotten my dear? It sounds exquisite either way. Your way with words is something that could not be compared to. ever."

"Maybe you should write poems." They chuckled, wrapping their hands around James' neck. He simply shook his head as he smiled back at Y/N. "I have one more verse."

"Let me hear it."

"Take your bleeding hand away, and keep your sour taste. Keep it all to myself, where you truly belong."

"My that's wonderful my hummingbird! I love it." James grinned, picking Y/N up. They just smiled to themselves and moved their shaky hands back around James' neck. He kissed every part of their face, feeling proud of them. The dull room always seemed to brighten when James was around or, in, Y/N. "You're stuck on an ending yes?" Y/N just nodded.

"How about this. 'Inside my twisted bitter heart.' Does that elicit a good ending?" Y/N stayed quiet and lifeless but was mumbling and echoing the words he just said. They grabbed the pencil and the notepad, sitting on the bed and writing viciously. "Are you alright dearest?"

"Yep." After a minute or two, they held up the pad, and James read over it. "It's perfect James."

"It sounds perfect and works well. I'm glad it worked for you dear." He smiled, and Y/N stood up again, kissing James.

"Thank you, darling." Y/N grinned.

"You're welcome my sweet bird."

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

[fear-is-truth]

Hiya!!! :)

This is my first time requesting from you (and only my second or third time requesting anything at all I'm pretty sure) so I just wanted to say if I'm being overly demanding or weird with my request you can totally call me out!!

I was kinda wondering about the Evans with a reader who struggles with personal hygiene? So sorry if this is gross, don't be afraid to change it up, but I'm just curious to see how they'd react to a reader who just like genuinely forgets to shower for a week or will go days without brushing their hair.

I love you and I love your work!! You're amazing!! ♥️♥️♥️

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans with an s/o who struggles with personal hygiene .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ frat!kyle spencer ‧ james patrick march ‧ cult leader! kai anderson

a/n: ahh thank you so much pookie for the request and liking my work !! i love you too <3

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate would not mind at all, and in fact, he might even romanticise your “carefree” attitude.

in his mind, you’re like some grunge icon. you’re that high up.

he’d think your messy hair and unkempt appearance were part of your style, even finding it endearing.

if you forgot to shower for a week, he wouldn’t bat an eye. would probably just roll with it.

however, if he noticed you feeling self-conscious about it, he’d be quick to reassure you. “who gives a fuck? you’re cool just the way you are.”

if it got to a point where you were uncomfortable or struggling with your hygiene for deeper reasons, his solution would be offering to do things together, like showering together or brushing your hair for you.

he’d enjoy how intimate those moments are, even if it’s something as simple as untangling your hair while you sit between his knees. something he used to do for addie.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would definitely notice when you go days without showering or brushing your hair, but he’d never be mean or judgmental about it. he’d approach the situation with a lot of patience and understanding.

if it’s something that happens occasionally, he’d gently bring it up in a delicate way that feels supportive rather than critical. “hey, how about we clean up together? it’ll make you feel better.”

if you forgot to shower, he’d offer to run you a warm bath or shower with you—not necessary a sexual thing but as a way to help you relax and make it feel less like a chore.

he’d have no issue brushing or braiding your hair for you if you went days without tending to it. “sit down, hun. let me take care of it for you.” he’d be so gentle, carefully working out any tangles.

kit would normalise your feelings around hygiene struggles, especially if you were self-conscious. he’d remind you that everyone has tough days and that it doesn’t make you any less lovable.

if you were open to it, he’d help you create a routine without being overbearing. make it a shared activity, like washing up before bed or starting a morning shower together.

also the small acts of care for you—offering a warm cloth to wash your face or gently massaging your hands with lotion.

the verdict is: his whole approach would be rooted in love and respect, ensuring you never felt embarrassed or shamed. 10/10

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle would approach the subject in the sweetest, most non-judgmental way. he’d never want to make you feel bad about it.

to subtly encourage you, he’d send a playful text, like a shirtless, mirror selfie captioned, “shower’s nice and warm today. wanna join me?”

if he saw you lounging around with messy hair, he’d grab a hairbrush and sit behind you without a word, gently untangling it while rambling about his day and ending it with “there, all better. You look amazing now—well, you always do.”

he’d make sure you never felt judged. If you were having a bad day and couldn’t manage, he’d shrug it off, saying, “it’s okay. you’re still perfect to me.”

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

he would undoubtedly notice any lapses in your hygiene. given his meticulous nature and penchant for cleanliness, it would initially perplex him. however, his affection for you would temper his reaction.

at first, he’d approach it with subtle hints: “my darling, might i draw you a bath? i’ve had the housekeeper prepare the lavender oils you’re so fond of.”

while he would prefer his partner to maintain the same high standards of grooming as he does, he wouldn’t judge you harshly. instead, he’d see it as his duty to “help” you back on track—though he’d be tactful to avoid hurting your feelings.

on days when you simply forgot to shower or tidy up, james would have the bathtub filled with rose petals and champagne ready for after.

would try to frame hygiene tasks as shared rituals. for instance, he’d suggest dressing for dinner together, insisting on formal attire and a clean, polished look. “we must uphold appearances, my dear. after all, you are my most treasured companion.”

encouragement and flattery. “you are a vision, my dear, even in this state. but imagine the envy of the world if you allowed me to assist in your perfection.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would be an absolute hypocrite about personal hygiene lmao. while he regularly skips showers himself, he’d still expect you to maintain a high standard of cleanliness, especially if you’re a woman.

if he noticed you hadn’t showered in a while, he’d bring it up very bluntly.

he’d rationalise his double standard with some sexist shit like, “a man can smell like a battlefield, but a woman is supposed to smell like a flower..”

if you pushed back against his comments, he’d get annoyed and huff something like, “fine. smell like a wet dog. just don’t complain when no one wants to be near you but me.”

if your hair was messy or tangled, he’d make sarcastic comments at first, but if he noticed you were genuinely struggling, he’d (begrudgingly) step in. “come here. let me fix this mess before you start looking like some burnout from the ’70s.”

would frame it as a flaw he needs to “correct” in you. kai would see it as his duty to whip you into shape. that said, if anyone else dared to criticise you, he’d get super pissed off.

if your hygiene struggles were related to emotional or mental health, kai would have the emotional depth to understand, and he’d try to manipulate you.

[gingerteafairy]

omegaverse (jpm x reader)

You tell about the fantastic world of fanfiction to James.

tags n warnings: fluff, crack!fic. word count: 439

Your fingers flew across the keyboard, trying to capture the fleeting ideas before they slipped away into the recesses of your mind.

“What are you doing, my love?” James’s voice cut through the air like a soft melody, a sweet interruption to your creative flow.

“Writing…” you replied absentmindedly, your eyes glued to the screen as you typed the final words of a paragraph.

“And what, pray tell, are you writing?” he inquired, his curiosity piqued as he leaned closer to the screen. Suddenly, he recoiled with a theatrical gasp. “Good heavens! The words on this infernal contraption appear so swiftly—and what is the meaning of these peculiar underlined markings?”

“They point out errors, James,” you explained with a chuckle, though you felt a twinge of embarrassment as you noticed a glaring typo staring back at you.

“Marvelous,” he said with genuine intrigue, his sharp eyes scanning the text. Then, a furrow formed on his brow as he tilted his head. “Darling, pray enlighten me—what on earth is an… omega?”

You burst into laughter at his utter bewilderment, your fingers faltering on the keyboard. Of course, James would have no concept of something as niche and modern as omegaverse.

“Okay, first of all,” you began, turning toward him with a grin, “I write fanfiction.”

“Remarkable,” he said, a proud smile gracing his lips. “But what, precisely, is fanfiction?”

“It’s a story that involves characters from TV or other media. Sometimes, we take inspiration from them—or even from people. I actually used you as an example for a few lines for the alpha character,” you admitted, trying not to laugh at the incredulous look on his face.

“Good Lord, woman, speak plainly!” he muttered, his irritation mild but evident. He prided himself on being a cultured man, well-versed in the arts, and he disliked feeling out of his depth.

“Alright,” you said, adapting your explanation to his sensibilities. “The alpha represents the dominant figure in a relationship, while the omega is the submissive counterpart. Does that make sense?”

“Indeed, it does,” he said, his irritation dissolving into an amused smile. “The modern world never ceases to astound me.”

He lowered himself gracefully into the chair beside you, his posture impeccable as always, and fixed his gaze on your screen. His interest was palpable as he watched you type, and like the ever-curious gentleman he was, he leaned in to absorb every detail.

As a good modern partner, you began explaining the intricacies of fanfiction to him—from angst and headcanons to the most bizarre tropes you could think of. Naturally, it was the more unconventional elements that delighted him the most.

[sometimescherwrites]

All Mine

jpm x gn!reader

word count: exactly 1k

content: discussion of religion (briefly), couples who slay together stay together, descriptive plans of murder, reader is also a serial killer, suspenders!james, bees used for unconventional purposes (murder), one singular kiss, my dear and lover used 20 billion times, gn!reader but written with male reader in mind, fluff

day one of the conversation hearts series

“Darling I have the most incredible plans for Saint Valentine’s Day!” James announces at dinner with a pleased smile.

What had initially been planned as a formal dinner had instead turned into a small cozy affair at your request. Even death warranted the occasional ‘night in’- although one could argue every night was a night in when you couldn’t leave the Cortez.

But still, wine had been replaced by steaming mugs of tea, the chef’s special had been replaced with your favorite, and James had dressed down- at least somewhat, considering he was simply wearing a dress shirt and suspenders- and not a full suit. It was the thought that counted, you supposed.

And damn if he didn’t look good.

“I thought you hated Valentine.” You comment, sipping on your tea.

“I do, I do. You know me quite well. However, when in Rome-”

“He died in Rome, didn’t he?”

“Exactly!” James’ usually cold eyes are alight, “And, what better way to celebrate than to recreate his execution! In fact, why limit it to just recreation? We could have a whole string of Valentine themed executions!”

You raise a brow, “Such as?”

“I believe I heard somewhere that he was the patron saint of beekeeping… yes, that would be quite a way to go. I’m sure Liz could arrange for some bees to be delivered.”

“Bees or wasps though?” You ask, “Wasps can sting more than once, can’t they? Wouldn’t they be more practical?”

“Yes, but he’s the patron of beekeeping, my dear, not wasp-keeping.”

“I don’t imagine the victim will care much on whether it’s a wasp or a bee, James.”

“Maybe not, but I will care.”

A sigh leaves your lips, “Fair enough, lover. Let’s see if we can arrange for a very large amount of bees.”

“Wonderful! And then of course we’ll have to ensure that there’s multiple victims- after all, it’s meant to be in honor of Valentine- what better way to honor the man than by recreating his death?”

You bark out a laugh, “Oh, and I’m sure honoring Saint Valentine is at the very top of your priority list.”

“Very much so.” He grins.

The rest of the dinner passes, plotting murders being a prevalent topic. Some would call it disturbing, others would call it a love language. All you knew was that James' eyes lit up in such a way that you would discuss gruesome details for the rest of your undead life with him.

“I think of course there will also have to be some clubbing. After all, how could we possibly celebrate Saint Valentine's Day without clubbing?" James starts, now pacing the room while you lay on the bed, watching him amused. Sometimes love meant being a sounding board for your lover as he plotted a day of murderous escapades, "And we'll have to do some decapitating."

"Yeah, but with what?" Your brow raises just a bit, "A guillotine? An axe? A sword?"

"Guillotines didn't exist back then, dear- I’d have thought you would have known that."

"You know, murder hotels didn't exist back then either but here we are."

"I suppose... still, I think we should stick with an axe. I believe that's what they would have used.”

"Whatever you think, lover." You hum, "Though, technically, he was imprisoned before he was executed. So shouldn't we take our victim before Valentine's? We could probably keep it in one of the cellars until then. Maybe two days, so we don't have to worry about watering it."

"Oh how I love that mind of yours." James grins, "Yes, yes, I do like the thought of that. We could take one of the more behaved guests as well- a real saint of a victim.”

Your eyes trace his form as he plots. Something about it is intoxicating. There’s a certain madness to him, something that lights his entire being up, the energy of the room seemed to thrum with it.

“What else are you thinking?” You ask, egging him on.

“Maybe I should learn the art of archery. I think that could be quite a fun form of execution. Especially with the connotations on Saint Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah? For the heads or the hearts though?”

“Why limit myself?” He laughs, “Both sound wonderful to me, my dear.”

Oh that laugh. It should chill you to the core, it really should. But when your lover was so gleeful, how could you feel anything but content?

“And you, my dear, do you have anything planned? Or will you be joining me?” He asks, seeming very interested.

“Oh i imagine I’ll have a bit of fun on my own earlier in the day, but I think we should have a date night as well. It’s only fitting, isn’t it?”

Date night of course referring to the slaughter of innocents as a couple.

“Oh of course, of course. I never intended on spending the day with anyone other but you.” James says quickly, then adds with a chuckle, “Well, you and the victims. And I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing you. Red is such an exquisite color on you, my dear.”

“You flatter me, lover.” You tease, eyes trailing over his form again.

Without much else thought, you grab him by those damned suspenders and pull him towards you. “Come to bed with me?”

“We’re dead, dear. We don’t need to sleep.” James huffs in amusement, looking down at you.

“I’m aware.” You chuckle, tugging him again, “Heaven forbid I want to spend our night in with my lover.”

“Heaven would forbid it, yes.” He quips, a hint of ironic humor in his voice.

“True. I’m sure it would. All the more reason for you to join me.”

“Well who am I to argue with that logic?” James hums, finally allowing you to tug him onto the bed with you.

Your lover. All yours.

You find yourself smiling before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. A gentle ending to a night filled with brutal plans.

[drowningyoursorrow]

MONEY POWER GLORY

james patrick march x gn! reader (requested)

summary. - a man made you forget all of your glory's but that's all you'll ever be good for. w/c. - 3.5k

| heads up ! swearing, smoking, drinking

EXHAUSTION consumed you as you finally escaped the crowded room, everything was loud and obnoxious. If you knew you had to smile this much, you might've not even came after all. Pretending for many people was too exhausting, especially when you could tell their true attentions.

It was obvious, everything about everyone was. By the way they looked at you and studied what you spoke about, they either hated you or loved you. If they hated you, all they would try to do is put you down in some way or another, it was amusing. And when they adored you, they kissed your ass so much, honestly you wondered if they even noticed how much they did it. You preferred it when they disliked you because they never really asked for any favors on their behalf.

But when they did like you, all you would be asked is if you could do this, if you could do that, if you could say this or say that. Sure, you loved what you did, and you acknowledged the consequences of upcoming fame and fortune. But what you didn't expect was the sudden loneliness that came with it, how everyone suddenly only wanted you if they needed you. It was harsh not knowing who to trust and when you'd eat out alone.

This was expected. Just like tonight, you attended an event because it would've been rude not to. It was this old hotel that brought everyone back to it, apparently it was an anniversary for the opening. You can't really recall the details, but what you did know was that the interior was decked out so eloquently.

The architecture and decorations is what made you want to check it out because it would be strange for just a celebrity to look at a hotel. With no purpose in staying, just studying the place. It would be quite odd, and your PR team would rip your head off if you appeared crazy.

When you went, everybody dressed accordingly to match the hotel, as if they were in the 1930s. You loved themed events because it made everything less boring and more interesting than it really was. Your outfit was meant to fit the era that the place was built, so, you obviously went over the top. And it seemed to make more flock to you and everyone wanted to know where you got what, it was too much.

That's how you got to where you are currently, socializing was just too much at the moment. And so you found your way around the halls and stared aimlessly outside a window, chain-smoking. The view wasn't the prettiest and the eeriness that surrounded you was a bit suffocating. But finally having some time to yourself was worth it.

Drawing out a heavy sigh, you wondered how your life would end up if you continued like this. In the beginning, you wanted to become famous, you wanted to be a star. You were so oblivious back then, it was so painful. But finally having everything you ever wanted, which made you push away the insecurity and doubt. This was still your dream.

You contemplated your thoughts a bit more, adjusting your outfit before you headed back downstairs. Preparing yourself to be thrown into the pit of greed and attention. Making your way back down to the crowd, you headed near the bar this time, wanting to order something. But the risk of someone drugging it was too high at the moment. So, you opted to just observing everyone instead.

There was an elegantly adorned lady, she didn't look like she fit in with this group. No, she was far better than whatever you and these people were, something you wanted to be. Her beauty didn't deter you, finally you acknowledged who she was with. A more refined looking man, who had his hand on his chin as he listened to what the woman was saying.

They were awfully close, you wondered if they were lovers. The two of them undoubtedly were the best looking in the room, almost as if they were made for this theme. He looked more professional and had a cane alongside him, leaning on it slightly. He really went all out. Impressive.

As you watched the two of them interact, his gaze shifted upward and onto you. It made you shiver, his look was dark, and his eyes were almost soulless as the two of you made eye contact. Now realizing how creepy you were being, you quickly turned away. Mainly embarrassed.

To wash away the shame, you quickly ordered a drink, whiskey, strong enough to let you let loose for a while. You were tense the whole time you were here, might as well relax for a bit, right? Quickly shooting down the drink to forget about your obvious staring from before. You swore to yourself you hate people that do that, and yet you do it yourself. How hypocritical of you.

"That looks almost too strong for someone like you, might I say." A strong accent spoke from behind you, quickly turning around, and you realized who it was. Awkwardly coughing up what you were still swallowing, before finally settling down. Your face burned, and you didn't want to look back up at him, great start so far.

"Seems so, uh- sorry for staring earlier. I just thought-" "Staring isn't the matter at hand right now, dear, why aren't you squabbling with the rest?" You paused, squinting your eyes as you finally looked back up at him. Unsure of his strange choice of words. "Squabbling...?" "Do you always focus on peripheral things? Or are you just curious?"

He spoke in an amused tone as his eyes scanned every part of you, a cheery grin was placed on his features. Awaiting your answer with expectant eyes. "No, just. Never mind, but I'd prefer to be myself, I guess?" "That so? Seems fitting I suppose, I'm March. James Patrick March." He held out his hand waiting for you to shake it, and you did, his grip was firm and his hands felt carefully calloused.

"I'm _, have I seen or heard of you before? Apologies, but your name sounds very familiar." This caused his grip to fall as his jaw tensed before a smile broke from him once more. "I guess I just have one of those names and faces, but no. I am no celebrity, I'm the host of this event." he held up his hands as he showcased what was going on behind him, a prideful look on his face. "I own the place."

You paused, remembering where you had heard of him from, that notorious serial killer way back when. That's why he looked familiar, he must've been a descendant, the genes were strong. "Oh right! That's where I know you from, wow, you look so much like him." James gave you a confused look, unsure of what you meant but decided to brush it away. "Mm, you wouldn't mind if I drank with you, would you?"

You were unsure of him, he was pale as the sun and had a suspicious glint behind his eyes. Sure, he might've been the most handsome man that you've ever had the chance to lay eyes on. And maybe his accent was peculiar, but it did make you swoon even more for his charm. "I don't see why not." You teased him with the same accent he had, and he only furrowed his brows but widening his smile, seating himself beside you.

And so the two of you did, you drank and talked about nothing and everything all at once. You didn't know you could enjoy having small conversations with someone you never met before, he had a strange vocabulary as well. Which made it more intriguing as the two of you discussed and debated on whatever you could.

James was a gentleman, he spoke carefully of topics and only discussed things revolving around you. He was curious, the more you told him of yourself. Apparently he didn't really know who you were, and instead of taking it as a blow you took it as an opportunity. He was far from boring and had this certainty about him that made you lean into him whenever you spoke.

The liquor seemed to not have much of any effects on him, far less than it did on you. You never took your drinking well and it really showed, your words were more slurred and you hoped that you didn't look messy. Although it looked as if he wouldn't mind.

He was flirtatious, commenting on your outfit, your hair, your personality, how you spoke, and all of that. Usually you hated it when people tried to 'butter' you up but James showed no ill intentions. Just interest. Drunkenly you spoke about your troubles with fame and how you feel as if people only talk to you if you'll help them. It was stressful but James listened, he had a certain look of dismay as he listened.

"Well. So far, I like how you are, right now. If I were to use you for meaningless matters, it'd only be for your company."

You smiled at that and he stared at you with content, laughing it off with each other. The guests eventually piled out and left, you hadn't realized how late it was but you didn't plan on stopping talking to James.

Eventually you both had to part ways but you swore that you'd find him once more when you can. And with that the two of you parted ways, even just meeting the man you felt as if you didn't and couldn't leave. The last look you had of James was his waving you off as you exited the building.

Oh how he wanted to take you that night, but something inside of him stopped himself. He was unsure of what it was, it confused him greatly because he's never had trouble like this before. Maybe it was because of your ugly crying to him, to a stranger you've just met. It made him pity you in a way, as if he was made to be the one to look after you. James is never truly genuine.

Weeks have passed before you could make time to visit 'James Patrick March' again and you were ecstatic. It was peculiar to be happy over such a thing, over someone you haven't even known for a whole day. Loneliness really did get the best of you. You attempted to look as casual as you could, not wanting to overdress like you did before.

When you arrived back to the hotel, you were uncertain on how you would ask for him. Recalling him mentioning that he was the owner, maybe he was just being flamboyant. No. He's not the type, or doesn't look like the type to just put that out there. But before you could embarrass yourself any further, there he was in all his glory. Leaning on the railing on thee second floor of the main entryway near the elevators, looking downward at you.

"I was starting to believe that you would never come back, what a pleasure to have you here."

Making his way down the stairs, still holding the cane from before but with a different suit. Was he always this luxurious?

"Apologies for the delayed meeting, I've been busy but I finally managed to free my time."

He only gave you a hum as he stood before you, studying your get-up, his brows furrowed shifting his gaze at you. "Nevertheless, it's my honor to have this meeting. I see you dressed for a more casual setting, no?" Embarrassed as you realized what you put on, suddenly wishing you had a different outfit. Awkwardly laughing, "ah yes I may have but I'll remember next time!" "Next time? Eager aren't we."

Feeling your face burn as you avoided looking at his questionable stare. "I'm only teasing you dear, I look forward to future encounters. Here come sit." He led you back to the bar, situating the two of you into a corner.

You both were back at it again, catching up on what happened or mainly you were. James just mentioned he didn't really have anything interesting to share, he was all ears for what you had to say. Amused at your scheduled appointments or whatever weird stories you had to share. He was a very attentive listener and loved hearing what you had to tell him.

James never believed he'd waste his time just listening to someone talk his ear off. But you were, expressive in a way, a way that had him wanting to know more and more. What you did, why you did it, if you enjoyed it, and the things you want to do.

That's how it was whenever the two of you spoke, he'd mention small details about himself and switch it back to you. Slowly you did learn more about James, he wasn't like anyone you've ever met. He was something better.

You two eventually grew close and before you knew it the media believed that you were having an affair there. The 'Hotel Cortez' grew popular and attracted flocks of people, you mentioned this to James. Apologizing, it seemed a little pretentious to say it was your fault but he agreed. Only mentioning that it was good for business. The more the merrier.

You were well off to afford your own jewels, gifts, whatever you needed. But whenever James gave you luxuries you felt as if they were invaluable, adorning you with gems. It was his way of marking you, since he couldn't leave the place. Whenever he requested to see you on the digital screen, there his gifts laid. Covering you, making others wonder where you got so many all at once.

You loved how he spoke, how he dressed, how he walked, how charming he was, how certain he was about things. You loved how his cold skin felt intertwined with your hands and how it felt when you kissed him. You loved how you felt safe and comfortable with him and his proud accomplishment which was the hotel.

It made him feel light.

You helped him forget all of his little dark thoughts and messed up past, his terrible experience with his ex wife. As if his dead heart started beating again, you could never know about that. His cold skin felt warm in your grasp, he felt warm with you.

James soon turned too busy to interact with you one on one. Once dead hotel became a blossoming industry, and he needed to do his duty as the owner. As long as you were there, so was everyone else, fans. Your solitary was just like everywhere else now, being crowded with fans and cameras. Even when you were in a room it felt as if everyone was everywhere.

You mentioned this to James but he only brushed it off saying they'll eventually get bored. The exhaustion came back and you couldn't do it anymore, he stopped listening, stopped caring.

"Why don't we spend any time together anymore James? Hm? I always make time for you can't you at least make time for me. Just once?"

"You know I can't darling. The hotel has never been this popular and if I fall behind just even for a second. I could be done for and we both don't want that." His tone was smooth but his patience was wearing thin from your constant interruptions. It caused you to fall silent, not wanting to stress him any further.

Sighing, he spoke more calmly, holding your hands as he spoke, "I apologize, but I need you to attend a gathering with me tomorrow night."

"Why do I have to go again? We've been doing this a lot and maybe I just want some time alone with just us."

"The people love you dear that's why, we wouldn't want to disappoint right?"

His words made you fall silent, you wasted most of your time in the hotel. You pushed away so many opportunities just to spend more time with James, to be free. Realization hit you hard, was it all worth it now? Just being shown off to others, people that don't care about anything but your status. Has James turned into somebody like that?

Pulling your hands out of his, you felt your breath get shaky as you dreaded to ask the question. The question you shouldn't even accuse of him of doing, but you couldn't be too sure. He sensed your hesitation and offered his caring embrace. Only pulling away once more from him, replying in a shaky tone.

"James... Are you- are you using my audience to attract more guests to this hotel?" You avoided looking at him but you just felt him tense, be couldn't lie to you. He never could, you've been lied to for all of your life and he didn't want to put you through that once more.

So he felt as if he had no reason to deny it, he did love you. He loved how you laughed, how you smiled, how you said his name, how you were different from everybody else. But ever since your continuous arrival, more and more have been showing up just to check a glimpse of you. Your contact attention to this place brought other celebrities, which just kept drawing in more crowds.

And he finally realized how you were helping him, but of course you wouldn't see it that way. How he saw it. That's why he was holding it from you, he knew that it would only be for too long. Before you found out.

So, when James shamefully looked downward from you. That told you all you needed to know and you felt your eyes well up and your heart break. He shouldn't see you like this anymore.

"_ I was going to tell you but it's meaningless it-"

"Meaningless? I confided to you about this! About only being used for favors, I helped you and you don't even want to spend time with me anymore. You're an add hole James, you said you were different...- you said you only wanted me for my company! Not my glory."

You shoved pass him, not caring who saw your messy eyes and messy hair. The worst part of all was he didn't come after you, as you turned the corner to the elevator all he could do was stare at the ground.

Fucking asshole.

You should've never fallen for how he spoke, how he dressed, how he walked, how charming he was, how certain he was about things. You hated how you felt safe and comfortable with him and what you really hated. Was this god forsaken hotel.

Everything felt numb, you couldn't see anyone or anything, making your way down to the lounge was a blur. You felt your feet run out of the hotel and you could feel yourself collide with an upcoming truck.

Only faint lights and screaming was heard, your ears were ringing terribly and you felt limp. You saw Liz dragging you back into the front of the hotel, determination and worry on her face. She's always been respectful toward you and you loved her company. Not knowing why you're thinking about this now, you only gave her a grateful smile. In which she returned. You were unsure if this was how you wanted to go out but you were ready for it.

Then everything went black.

There you stood, in front of the entryway as you watched everyone pronounce you dead on the spot. How you were dragged away, what was happening?

Why did you suddenly feel so cold?

Somehow, everything clicked. You weren't stupid you were dead but not really dead, alive in a way but not really there. You were pale, awfully pale, and your coldness made you feel almost empty as you traced your skin. It felt just like... James. Why was he so old timely and why was he freezing all of the time, why did he appear whenever you called so quickly?

He was always gone faster than you could've realized and was often in the random areas fast enough. Why did you have to only realize this now? You thought of yourself smarter than that, you couldn't believe it.

Immediately when you felt his hands intertwine with yours, you realized that he was indeed James Patrick March. The serial killer. He expected you to come back to him, to hold him and finally understand him. But instead, you shoved him off of you.

You didn't need to say anything, your eyes said it all. The pain and betrayal evident on your features. You only ran off, you were never going to forgive James for all the things he's done. You felt sick that you loved someone so terrible so heartless, how could he?

You were stuck with the man you hated and James was going to do everything he can to get you back.

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- Didn't really go into the fucked up part of him, sorry if you wanted that - This was very rushed - Not proofread whatsoever

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

[marchswifey]

Perhaps

JPM x fem reader • 1.4k words

a/n: Hello! this his is my first fic so it sucks really bad, english is not my first language so i apologize for any mistake. I hope it didn’t turn out too cringe :) If you want to give me tips, please i need some!!

Warnings: fluff, sex, use of the word daddy, reader being childish

"Perhaps dear…"

Yet again, the response that he gives everytime you ask if he has the same feelings as you.

You met james a month ago when you first checked in at the Hotel Cortez. The first night you went to the bar and while you were talking with the bartender, Liz, a man wearing pinstripe suit with a thin mustache, 20s style walked to the counter and offered you a drink while complimenting your ravishing beauty.

Of course it ended with you both naked on his luxury room. His first plan was to murder you like he always does with his victims, but something about you stopped him from taking away your life, neither he knows if that’s your beauty or the way you two spent the night in a way he had never experienced, not even with the Countess. The sure thing is that you've captured his attention not just for a sex and murder evening.

And here you are, in his room, turned deflated to your side of the bed wondering for the million time why he always avoid to say the words that you want to hear so badly from him.

He notices your upset behavior and takes a small strand of your hair playing idly with it "Sweetness, what makes you so upset hm?" His deep brown eyes look right at your gloomy face waiting for your reply, while keeping his signature warm and charming smile you have fallen for months ago at the bar. "What's wrong?" he continues.

You don't move from your position still facing away from him "I'm tired" you simply say, James lights his cigar before putting a hand on your bare shoulder "That makes the two of us, eh darling?" he sighs "Why don't we rest together so i can caress that pretty hairs of yours" seeing you still silent he chuckles at your childish behavior before pulling you to his chest with one hand on your hair and the other on the cigar that he smokes in the mean time "Ah that's better".

The next morning you wake up alone in your room, you look around for James without managing to find him so you stand up and head to the shower. Later that day you hear a knock on your door, you walk towards it and once you open it James with a beautiful bouquet of flower shows up "My darling, i noticed something that bothered you last night so i asked Liz to find me the most gorgeous blue orchids she could find, your favorites, in hope to make you feel better" you move away from the door letting him in "you shouldn't have bothered" you say dryly.

"Oh I know how much you love orchids my lady, even more than red roses" he takes a look at you, he is able to tell how much you are upset, his hand cupping your cheek

"What's troubling you my lady? I promise I'll solve whatever it is" he looks very serious, no charming smile on his face now "You know what upset me" your voice sounds bitter.

"Dear, i'm a ghost but i can't read minds" His hand leaves your cheek and goes to your hips, playing with the end of the dress that you're wearing "Tell me" you sigh "You don't love me"

He stays silent for a second then chuckles raising a eyebrow "Oh, why would you think that?"

"For you it's just a 'perhaps' everytime i ask you" you sit on the bed sadly.

His eyes soften and he lets go of your hips. He sits next to you kissing your shoulder. "You're being too sensitive darling. is that what you're worried about? a word?"

"Am i not good enough for you? Maybe i'm not like the girls you were used to court in the 20s, or maybe i'm not like your beautiful wife or whatever she is for you. Sometimes i wonder why you didn’t kill me in the first place" you vent, he immediately shake his head in disbelief

"Oh, no my sweet, what a silly girl you are. You are more than enough for me, you are my universe, the way you make me feel...I haven't felt that way in more than 50 years, please darling don't be upset by this nonsense" he lowers his head, and keeps it like that for a minute, then he looks up at you, he puts one of his hands on your thigh while the other one touches your cheek "I adore you, you're adorable and you have a body that would make Picasso cry of joy" He lean your face closer to his and kisses you with his hungry lips. "Would you find it in your heart to forgive me for not expressing my feelings earlier, my sweet?" he waits for an answer while looking into your eyes lovingly. Hearing his sweet words your heart melts making you smile slightly "Of course James, that was a bit childish of me"

He kisses the tip of your nose happy to hear the words of forgiveness and squeezes you tighter like he is afraid of you pushing him away, "There it is. That's the beautiful smile that I love so much. Come here, my darling." He pulls you onto his lap, holding you tightly as you hide your face in his chest "So you love me?" you ask jovially "Yes darling" his warm comforting voice with his brahmin accent resounds in your ear "I truly love you more than anything on this planet."

He holds you firmly and lovingly, he then says "Now, you will stop pouting and listen to daddy" He chuckles as he gives you little pecks on your forehead while caressing your back, his fingers running down your waist. "My sweet.." he moves his hands from your waist to your thighs leaning in and starting to kiss you passionately

His kisses go down towards your neck finding the perfect spot to tease and he whispers "I think you have a sensitive spot here..." you let out a whimper as he sucks on your neck he runs his fingers over your ass, squeezing slightly before moving them down to your thighs

His fingers move down further, tracing over your inner thigh and brushing against your panties chuckling as he feels you moving your hips against his fingers. "So sweet and responsive darling..." his hand slips into your panties, finding your core and circling his finger around it. "Yes, I can feel how much you want me dear" his finger strokes against your clit, teasing it while you whimper frustrated wanting more

"Aw you don't like being teased, sweet thing? I guess we'll have to move straight forward then" he push you onto the soft sheets raising up your dress sliding it out of your body and then kneels between your legs, pulling off your panties and tossing them aside. His hands trace up your thighs, caressing your skin hungrily.

He takes your hard sensitive nipple between his lips, suckling it as two fingers slide inside you, moving in and out of your wetness making you moan loudly.

"Do you like that, my precious one?" you let out a loud moan as a response, James smirks down at you enjoying the look of desire on your face as he leans down to kiss you. You feel his body hover over yours as he quickly undoes his trousers and underwear, positioning himself at your entrance.

His eyes are locked on yours as he begins to move back and forth inside your wet folds. After a few minutes James grunts quietly, feeling his climax approaching quickly as he pushes inside you, feeling you tightening around him as you cum all over his dick. He lets out a deep moan, his seed spilling inside you as he gasps for such an intense orgasm, then he falls in the bed next to you.

"That was incredible," you roll over laying on his chest, he smiles down at you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "I love you, my goddess"

The lights of the Cortez are dimmed and you slowly fall asleep tenderly in his arms.

[jamespatrickmarchapologist]

Why haven’t I seen a fluff fic of alive!reader trying to teach JPM how tiktok/social media works? I feel like that would be a hoot