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hey girlie!! just sending a message of good vibes and wishing you all luck for you to see next time you log in!! it’s the last semester, you can do this!! 🩷🩷

aaaa thank you so much, this is so sweet! 🤍 i will be back asap, rlly just gotta survive this last semester. i miss tumblr sm 🤍🤍

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Evan Peters fandom reunite!! We are gonna be soooo back

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idk if this has been done before but if so idc it’s being done again

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE TALENTED EVAN PETERS!! EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND THANK YOU TO OUR FAVORITE MAN WHO PLAYED OUR FICTIONAL HUSBANDS/BOYFRIENDS!

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decided to lock in and go on a hiatus here but classes are suspended for a week now because of very heavy rains, so here I am again.. roaming around.. 😓

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Hi! I love you and your posts/fanfics but you rarely appear in my for you page these days. I thought you ghosted the ahs fandom too but when I checked your account you're still posting. I just missed seeing your posts. 😔

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hello sorry for the late response, anon. Thank you, I appreciate that sm. 💕I'm currently in a hiatus, I've seen this fandom go up and down from time to time. Maybe my posts are just getting affected by the fandom randomly being dead again since I've seen some of the ahs fanfic writers going through the same thing. My posts still gets a good number of notes but it just takes a long time and it's alr, I understand that the fandom isn't active rn. Stay strong loyal ahs fans. 🤞

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hey girlie!! wishing you luck and all the good things, i remember my graduation semester and am wishing you the best, you can do this!!

needed this. these are one of the toughest seasons. 😭 thank you, anon!

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— WIFI PROBLEMS.

fluff james patrick march fic.

summary: You stayed at the Hotel Cortez but you have problems with the WiFi.

credits to @vizjpmdose who gave me the inspiration thanks to one of her posts to write this.

You checked into the Hotel Cortez almost two hours ago, as you had been struggling with your laptop to keep connecting to the Wi-Fi connection. You had an urgent job due and you didn't want to get fired at all, but who are you going to ask for help with the wifi if the people at the front desk on the lobby looked old enough to understand, and the person named Liz at the front desk had just told you she went to get her nails done.

What a headache, and there you were again, clicking on the mouse to try to reconnect. Finally, tired, you got up from the small desk that the room you were staying in offered you and grabbed the phone that went straight line to the lobby. It took them maybe 2 minutes to respond; aren't they supposed to reply right away? What kind of service was this?.

You were surprised to hear that the person who answered was a man, his voice sounded strange and as if it were made of silk... if that explains it, nah, that was mid-atlantic accent for sure.

"hello?" The voice sounded like it was almost singing, but you completely ignored that and decided to get to the point.

"I've been trying to keep my internet connection but the signal is just bad...and very slow. I have to hand in a paperwork before 5pm and it's already 4pm! Please someone help with this." you said almost hoping not to sound desperate but to make it obvious that you are upset.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to be moving something on the phone as there was a lot of noise.

"hello?" You asked again, quite annoyed.

"I'm sorry...Miss..., Shall I know which room you'r staying in?" He asked sounding nervous.

10 minutes passed when all you could see was a tall guy with well-combed black hair and a strange mustache that looked like Mr. Gomez from the Addams Family, and a black tuxedo...and his pale skin stood out a lot.

"It's a...real shame ma'am, my employees do everything except work" He let out a nervous chuckle that marked his dimples, his boba pearl eyes quickly scanning around your room. "James Patrick March, the...owner of the hotel." He introduced himself giving a small bow which you just ignored.

"...Y/N" you introduced yourself too, and waved your hand for him to come in, he looked you almost directly in the eyes when he stepped a foot inside your room.

"Heh...so, what do you say the problem is?" he asked nervously, you could even notice some sweat on his forehead. You raised your eyebrows and walked over to the small wifi device that was connected to the nightstand next to your bed, and you could see how James' eyes were completely wide open...as if he had seen a ghost himself...

"This, my laptop keeps disconnecting and at this point I'm getting desperate" you said annoyed, you needed a solution and to be honest... it seemed like he didn't even know.

"Yes, but what is that... little device you're pointing out to me? The lamp?" he asked, coming closer while still smiling. His smile looked so forced that you didn't hesitate to arch a eyebrow.

"No, it's the...wifi" you said, clarifying as if you hadn't said at the beginning that this was your problem.

"Ah! You new generation, these jokes nowadays..." He smiled looking away almost looking for an escape.

"No! Damn it I need you to fix the wifi connection before 5pm or I'll give you one fucking star because I already have enough with the amount of flies that wanted to get in through the window!" You raised your voice, you really didn't want to, but your job would be in serious trouble if you didn't send in your paperwork.

The man leaned his head back, opening his eyes wider and stopping smiling. He literally looked scared... Was the man scared of a living creature Or maybe because the man had no idea what you were asking of him.

"Explain the situation to me again, let's not get...excited, shall we?" He offered you some calm again, to which you sighed and looked away, biting the inside of your cheek, and then began to explain again.

You noticed how his hands remained at his sides, offering you the view of his veins that were surely more exalted from his nerves.

"I have some paperwork due for work before 5pm, it's already..." you looked up at the locked screen of your laptop where the time was displayed. "4:20pm...and the wifi isn't working at all, it keeps disconnecting or even running slow, can you fix it?"

James kept looking at you with that awkward smile and his eyes wide open, like he was zooming out. He took a deep gulp and then said.

"I'll look for Miss Evers to resolve the situation...I'll be right back."

And then he quickly walked out of the room, literally running away from you, leaving you believing that he would solve this.

Not knowing that Miss Evers is also an entity from decades ago that lives under the same rock and is... his maid. How would she know that?.

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in your professional opinion: what would it take for jpm to decide not to kill a potential victim?

the types of victim who (might) live

disclaimer : super unprofessional opinion made by yours truly.. heh

1. innocence as a mirror of his lost humanity

james would probably be fascinated by someone who radiates genuine innocence, someone untouched by the filth of the world. this is not the naïve act many people put on to survive—it’s an uncorrupted purity he rarely, if ever, encounters.

the victim’s wide-eyed wonder or soft, sincere way of engaging with life might act as an uncomfortable mirror for him, reminding him of a version of himself before his descent into depravity. he might not even consciously realise this at first—it would manifest as a sense of fascination.

2. relentless optimism

imagine a victim who, in the face of imminent death, starts talking about how “everything happens for a reason” or how “there’s good in everyone, even you.” they don’t beg or plead; they truly believe that life is inherently meaningful and that even james himself is capable of redemption.

their vibrant energy, combined with an almost annoying optimism, would simultaneously frustrate and intrigue him. he might think, what makes this one so unshakable? how can they remain so full of life when faced with certain death?

he would become curious, almost studying them like a specimen: “your sunny disposition is either idiocy or brilliance. i haven’t yet decided which.”

3. potential protégé

james patrick march is always looking to leave a mark on the world, and nothing would be more satisfying than molding a successor.

if the victim showed any signs of darkness—repressed rage or a hidden fascination with violence—he might see them as raw material to be shaped into a killer in his image.

sparing them would serve his own desires:“you have potential, darling. rough around the edges, yes, but the makings of greatness lie within you. i could teach you… if you’re willing to learn.”

the idea of transforming someone so unremarkable into a cold-blooded murderer would delight him. it’s his way of proving that no one is incorruptible.

4. he fucking hates you

if the person annoys him in a way he finds intolerable, james wouldn’t want them haunting the halls of the cortez for eternity.

“i refuse to have you lingering in my halls, polluting the air with your insipid drivel for the rest of time. leave now, before i change my mind.”

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hi loves! My request box is closed again for now and I wont be able to do the requests that's currently stuck there since I will be inactive for a while. I'm currently rushing stuffs and going through a lot of pressure as a graduating student. Might post again and open my requests after my last exams.

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Raw. Next question.

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SQUID GAME | 2.01 : bread and lottery

GONG YOO as THE SALESMAN

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me.. [happy]

WHO SAID THAT!?!?

Who wants a threesome with @detectivezabel and I?

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Lady Gaga by Steven Klein for "Cheek to Cheek"

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emma roberts and taylor swift, set of valentine's day movie 2010

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How to Lose a Date dad!James Patrick March x daughter!reader. || 1.3k+ words. !!: Overprotective parent, threatening, not proofread. a/n: accepted this request since I already have a similar fic to this idea prepared in my drafts.

SUMMARY: You met a boy during the latest event in the Cortez, you wanted to go on a date with him but you hid it from your dad. Once your dad found out he planned to scare the boy off, and in order to get you back in his favor he decided to spoil you.

requested by: @tate-langdons-wife

Ms. Evers was like a mother to you. Someone you can tell everything to and she never judges, her advice are always so gentle too, unlike your dad's.. So you found yourself opening up to her about the boy you met during one of the events in the Cortez. You both did had a good talk for an hour and he suddenly asked you to go on a date with him. You stood there at the doorframe of a small bathroom in one of the empty hotel rooms, watching Ms. Evers clean the bathroom while you keep telling her everything. 

Ms. Evers chuckled lightly, actually enjoying your enthusiasm. "Oh, my dear, you should embrace these moments of youth. A handsome young man wanting to take you out on a date is quite the occasion! Does your father know?" 

She thinks that your father knows. But you actually don't want him to know. And you don't know where you got the nerve to not tell your FATHER about this. 

"No.." You muttered out, letting it hang in there for a little bit. "You know how he is, Ms. Evers." You added. A part of you feels guilty but you shook it off. "Promise me, Ms. Evers. Not a word to him." But just as those words left your lips, the room’s air grew heavier, colder. A familiar chill prickled your skin. 

"Oh, do go on, my darling. I wouldn’t dream of interrupting such a fascinating revelation." Your dad, 'Mr. March' spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Your heart dropped.. You stayed silent for some seconds before letting out a shaky sigh. "Dad, please-" 

"No." He replied plainly. He started walking towards you, the feeling of his presence growing more heavier as he even walks with elegance and fierce. "What did I tell you about these.. Little rascals these days?" He was talking about the boys these days, referring to them as 'little rascals'. He even emphasized the 'little rascals' as if there's a bitter taste on his tongue. 

"He's not a 'rascal', dad.. He looks formal and is easy to talk with!" You replied. You just really want to experience new stuffs. Your dad's lips pressed into a thin line. He's about to scold you for daring to defend a boy in front of a man like him. But just as he was about to scold you an idea popped into his mind. "Very well. If you believe this boy worthy, then I shall meet him." Before you can even react, he already walked away. 

You know you have no other choice but to follow that order. But at least he's kind of.. Considering it, right?? You told the boy about it, and he made you blush with the; "I'll handle your dad for you."  

Even you 99% doubt that your dad would even let the boy talk while he's talking with him. But at least the boy immediately agreed to meet your dad. That's counted as a greenflag.. right..?

The day where the boy will be meeting your dad finally came.  

The boy entered Room 64. The room where you told him to meet your dad. As the boy pressed the doorbell, a calm voice from the inside replied instantly. "Come in." The boy opened the door and stepped in, finding your dad wearing a dark blue pinstripe suit sitting on the velvet couch while holding a drinking glass with whiskey in it. His eyes dropped to the boy, he took a quick sip before gesturing to the armchair in front of him with a tight smile. 

"Have a seat." He spoke. The boy nodded and made his way to sit down. "Good afternoon, sir. I'm-" Before the boy can even finish his sentence, your dad interrupted. 

"You intended to take my daughter out on a date? What do you think of her?" He suddenly asked sharply. The boy's eyes narrowed, the way your dad just cut him off already got him embarrassed greatly. "Uh, sir, I just.. Yes, I want to take her out on a date. We had a good conversation the first time I met her in the latest event held here in your hotel, sir. I think our conversation could be more genuine while on a date, and.. I think she's great." The boy spoke, he used all the confidence he had in his body to answer that. 

Your dad raised an eyebrow as he slowly lowered his drink. "Great?" He asked as he tilted his head a bit and squinted his eyes. "My daughter.. deserves far more than great! She deserves devotion, respect! And a companion who understands her worth.” , "Would you kill for her? No! You can get her killed instead." He started snapping. He didn't even acknowledge the whole sentence that the boy said. Your dad's words grew more sharper that made the boy froze on the chair.  

"Out." Your dad ordered to the boy as he finally finished his lecture. "Out before I decide to wall you up alive." He threatened. In fact, he had been planning to actually do that. The boy immediately walked out in shame without a word. Your dad watched the boy from the window as he leaves his property. 

"Pathetic." He mumbled to himself. 

Later that night, you were so confused that the boy didn't even go to your room or texted you before leaving. In fact, he haven't texted you until now. You then found out from Ms. Evers that your dad scared off the poor boy that the boy had to leave without so much as a goodbye. You got mad, hella mad and upset at your dad even though you lowkey predicted that would happen. You decided to ignore your dad a whole day tomorrow or even a week if you could. 

Time has passed, it's the morning now and you just woke up. You're still mad as you remembered last night. But when you opened your phone you saw messages of your friends telling you through texts that the boy took another girl on a date instead. That means.. He wasn't even serious in the first place. As you read that, your anger for your dad slowly died down. 

The door of your room suddenly opened, revealing your dad. "What did I tell you, hm?" He asked out, reminding you that he's ALWAYS RIGHT. You sat up and brushed your hair back in frustration and defeat. "Dad, please stop randomly showing up." 

"Nonsense. I just want to protect you, darling." He scoffed out as he walked towards your bed. "Is that so hard to understand, my dear?" He asked softly this time as he started to comb your hair with his fingers and the feeling slowly made you calm down. "..No dad." You mumbled out in defeat. 

He flashed a soft smile and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. After that he stood up straightly again lets out a whistle, the whistle he uses to call Ms. Evers. Ms. Evers then came in holding a dress/other type of outfit that you wanted to wear on a date with that boy. You spoke about that to Ms. Evers, you told her how much you want to purchase that dress/outfit. Your dad secretly immediately bought it just to cheer you up immediately as well.  

"I granted your wish," He chuckled out as he watched your eyes widen. He then pulled out dollar bills from his pocket. He quickly counted it and gave it to you. "An advance allowance to cheer you up, my dear. Go hang out with your girl friends instead. They're more trustable." He added, your dad was right. Really right. 

You smiled widely as you took your time to appreciate everything he gave you right now. A good morning indeed. "Thank youuu!" You thanked him enthusiastically. "Thank you for saving me, dad." You added, softly and seriously. 

"Always." He replied, still having the soft smile on his face. 

"The boy is a damn watermelon, my dear. Green on the outside while red in the inside." He joked, following it with a loud laughter. Ms. Evers cracked a chuckle while you laughed along softly. 

likes/reblogs/comments are very appreciated specially in long fics like these. They make my effort feel appreciated and gives me more motivation. Thank you!

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Hii pookie could you perhaps write either some head cannons or a drabble for JPM and a really physically affectionate reader? I love how you write James sm your literally my fav ily 👉👈❤️❤️❤️

Little Love Bug

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awwee Eva ilysm this drabble for u ml. Also, I so understand this, cause im a very affectionate person irl. :3 💜

"ah, my little love bug, how wonderful to see you again."

James' hands immediately encircled your waist as soon as you stepped into his room, a smile gracing your lips quickly. Your arms found his shoulders just as fast, bringing yourself flush against him. He loved how much you wanted to touch him. Constantly keeping yourself around him for a hug or a hand on your head. "How's my hummingbird, hm?"

As James started bringing you further into your shared room, you leaned up awkwardly to place kisses on his neck and cheek. A small, flustered chuckle contuining to leave his own lips. "Good. I missed you. I'd like it if you could join me...but, oh well.."

He sat you on his lap, your hands starting to roam gently. Stringing through his hair, and his shoulders. James just sighed happily, closing his eyes and enjoying his love touching him so gently. "If I was able to, I probably would my dear. As long as you stay close to me. Like you do right now my darling."

"of course I would."