Mood: Craving For A Lot Of James March Fanfics

mood: craving for a lot of james march fanfics 😔😔

Me: I watch AHS Hotel for the plot.

The plot that I was referring to:

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Being Angry At James

This one is a little weird but I can’t put my finger on it. But please enjoy! :)

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You send one last text message to Liz, before happily skipping up the stairs towards the bar, already excited for a couple of drinks. But as you approach closer, you see your suited husband wandering around the bar, greeting certain guests and making sure his hotel is still in order. You slow your step, hoping to come up behind him and surprise him. But instead of James ensuring guests are comfortable, what you soon see is James talking to a woman sitting at the bar, wearing a sparkly black dress and carrying herself with a certain formal charm that, by the looks of it, is drawing James in. You sit on a velvet chair across from the bar and look at them from the corner of your eye, sincerely hoping not to be spotted by anybody, to examine how your loyal husband will act. He motions for Liz to come closer to them and buys a drink for this stranger, which instantly makes your blood boil. He stays stood still by her side, not sitting down and you calm down slightly hoping that he is only being friendly, that is until she starts being particularly friendly too. She eyes him with a certain sparkle in her eye and when she gets her drink, she asks James if he would like to join her for one. He kindly declines and almost saves himself, until he kisses her hand and calls her the only nickname that you have never heard come from his lips. Gorgeous.

When James begins to walk away from her, he notices you sitting and walks over to you completely calmly, not even looking worried whether you witness his flirting or not.

“My dearest, why are you sat-”

Instead of answering him, you stand up and storm away towards the elevator to go to your room. You can hear the clank of James’ boots behind you as he tries to catch up with you, with a worried expression on his face, and once you reach the elevator, a hand on your shoulder.

“Dearest, what is the issue?”, he says trying to turn you around.

“No issue”, you snap back. “You don’t need to follow me, why don’t you go back to your gorgeous girl at the bar?”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion and examines your angry face, opening his mouth to speak but not saying a word. You roll your eyes at him, not knowing whether he’s acting dumb or unsure why you’re upset, since with your emotions he sometimes misses.

One thing he doesn’t miss is how hard you slam the door behind you when you enter your bedroom. Even though he stills comes in straight after you and comes closer to you, trying to calm you down, but still not saying anything, so you explain.

“You realize that every time I talk to somebody at the bar, you kill them, right?”. You motion your hands around angrily and James continues to look at you baffled by every word coming out of your mouth.

“It is my job to make sure everybody at my hotel feels welcome, dearest-”

“That’s another thing!”, you yell. “How come the first random woman you see at the bar gets called gorgeous, but you call me the same three nicknames? Is she prettier than me?”

James breathes deeply and comes closer to you, making you take a few steps back until you hit his desk. He puts his hands around your waist and talks to you very calmly and lowly.

“Any person on the street would be able to see you’re gorgeous, but only I have the honor of calling you my dearest”

After only a few intoxicating seconds of looking into his dark sorry eyes, you start to truly believe that he meant no harm, not matter how it looked to you. Though that doesn’t diminish your anger, it made you feel a little less insecure. James, seeing how your shoulders lower when you begin to untense, decides to relax you even more and leans into your neck, kissing you ever so gently.

Between soft breathy moans as he reaches your sweet spot, you remind him how he made you feel.

“I’m so pissed at you it’s unreal”, you breathily say as you melt in his strong arms. He learns closer to your ear and whispers seductively.

“Prove it”. He sits you up on the desk and steps closer in between your legs, the slightly bulge in his pants from seeing you angry pushing against you.

“Do to me what that woman may only dream of”

THEY'RE BOTH SO ADORABLE WHEN THEY CRY, BEAUTIFUL FR

AMERICAN HORROR STORY | 8x06 “Return to Murder House”