James Is Daddy - fight me

I just do AHS headcannons, and ocassionally imagines. Co Owned blog. Feel free to shoot me a request

[avasstarrr]

WHATEVER IT TAKES. Tony Stark + the advice he followed

[cielamisseh]

I’m fucking crying

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I THINK WOULD HAPPEN IF MISSY AND DELGADO!MASTER MET

[buckyisloved]

Me, when I find a angsty fic that ends with fluff:

[cazycurlyhairgirl]

Dear writers,

If English is not your native language and you’re writing in English ,ITS OK TO NOT HAVE PERFECT GRAMMAR. I️’m an English speaker and even I️ don’t have perfect grammar .Don’t ever get discouraged if someone tells you otherwise.

[multi--fandom--mess]

I’d love to have this kind of friendship with the Doctor

[marvelousbakugou]

He sounds so annoyed of himself😂😂😂

[chrisevanssbottomlip]

Me: *thinks that Tony Stark might actually survive endgame*

Doctor Strange:

[iwouldletjameskillme-blog]

Hold Me - Tate Langdon

A/N: My first imagine, and super short, sorry.

Warnings: Swearing, and child abuse because Constance doesn't know how to be a mother

When you got into the Murder House, you immediately felt cold arms wrap around your waist. A familiar head rested on your shoulder, and blonde hair was in the corner of your vision."Hey, welcome back." Tate's voice was slightly raspy, a sign that he had been crying. Unwrapping his arms from your waist, you turned around in his grasp. You cupped his face and looked at his face, taking in the red rimmed eyes. Definitely crying."Fine. Why don't we go upstairs and talk?" You asked, offering him a cuddle sesion. He jumped on the offer, straightening up, and smiling down at you. Standing on your tiptoes, you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and took his hand to lead him upstairs. When you got to his room, Tate laid down on the bed, and you crawled on behind him. Listening to him take a deep breath, and relax into your warm hold. Nirvana was playing, Tate having put it on earlier, and he was quietly humming along."What happened, Tater Tot?" You ask him, a shit eating grin on your face at the nickname. His chest rumbled softly with his chuckle, before he grew still again"My mother visited." He responded, his voice cracking as he remember her words. "Said you would leave me, and I would be alone again." He kept going, now shaking slightly with his sobs. You frowned, hating Constance a bit more if possible, before you moved closer to him."Shhh. Tate, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." You soothed, gently rubbing his shoulders as he slowly stopped crying, before turning over. You two were nose to nose now, his brown eyes staring into yours. He smiled slightly, pulling you into a kiss, before burying his head in the crook of your neck. You slowly fell asleep, Tate's warm breath on your neck as you lulled off.

[iwouldletjameskillme-blog]

Cuddling With Tate Headcannons

- Tate is a huge cuddler

- You would get home, and he would pounce on you

 - "Let's cuddle, babe." 

- Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

- Sometimes the little spoon, sometimes the big spoon.

- Playing with your hair

- Humming softly to whatever song is playing

- Tight grip on your waist, like he's afraid you'll leave him forever

- "Promise you'll stay."

- Doesn't really want to let you go for anything, even the bathroom

- He'll definitely rant to you about something 

- You just love to hear his voice

- Being the big spoon when he's had a bad day, or when the voices get too loud

- Gently rubbing his back, or shoulders

- "I'm here, Tate, and I love you"

- Very sweet

- Resting your head on his shoulder

[iwouldletjameskillme-blog]

A/N: Endig two, ne of my favourites. You leave James, and find someone else Warning: Fluff, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst. This is short again, because I’m a busy mf

You had come back to the Cortez, unable to stand the idea of leaving Elizabeth, Liz, Sally, even Iris. They had become your family, in the years you had stayed there. Sally, especially. The two of you had gotten close, drinking and laughing into the dawn. You had even gotten together, your first real girlfriend. That was where you two were now, curled up in bed. Looking up at Sally, and all you saw was light, and rainbows. She had just done some random drug, you weren't sure what, and you were just sipping on some white wine. Leaning your head against her shoulder, and taking a deep breath of her heady scent. Mint, brandy, cigarette smoke, and fresh laundry. James had begged for your forgiveness, pleaded for days on end. Even managed to shed a tear or two for you. But all you could hear when he talked now was 'Whore. Whore. Whore.' You used to love his voice, and the accent attatched to it. Now it reminded you of those words. You used to be angry, and then devastated. Now you were just okay, grasping onto the love you held for Sally with a disparity that dwarfed any of the other residents. Leaning your head back, and studying her face in those rumpled sheets, the taste of your wine and the smell of smoke in the air. It had become your home, no, she had become your home. You were ok

[iwouldletjameskillme-blog]

The Whore and The Queen - James Patrick March

A/N: This might be a little short and scattered, sorry, life is kicking my ass rn. Probably gonna be a little short, however, there will be two endings for this Warning: Swearing, mentions of murder, and implied cheating. Lots of angst, as well. You were fuming. Absolutely enraged at your boyfriend - no, not even that anymore. Ex-Lover, James March. Your best friend Elizabeth had been telling you that James had been playing with you for about a year now. The two of you had been together for almost three. He still had his monthly dinners with her, and you didn't really mind. Then, Elizabeth had suggested the idea of bugging the room. Recording the dinner, live no less, to prove her point. -- The Film -- It was grainy, but clear enough. Elizabeth sitting at one end, looking as goddess-like as she usually did. James sat at the end, one hand holding a glass of whiskey. "So, (Y/N). Tell me about her, how you feel. I can't help but be a little jealous." Elizabeth remarked, sipping on her glass of deep red blood."She is nothing, my queen, compared to you. (Y/N) is simply a whore that I use to occupy my time when I can't have you. Say the word and I'll drop her, even kill her." He offered, before the film became blurred, through your tears, you didn't know. Standing up, you staggered over your bed, throwing things into a suitcase as you sobbed. Almost an hour later, and you were walking out of the lobby, your suitcases in hand. James came in just in time to see you reaching for the doors."(Y/N)! Darling, there you are. I have been looking for you" he grinned, approaching, before his grin faded."Darling, what are you doing?" He asked, slowing to a stop a few steps from you."Leaving." You responding, voice wrecked and gravelly"But.. you can't. I need you." He seemed to slowly be panicking, staring at the suitcase. You let out a bitter laugh, rolling your eyes."Why don't you go cry to wifey dearest about your whore, then." You snapped, pushing your way out of the hotel, and getting into a cab. Leaving the Cortez, and a heartbroken James Patrick March behind

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Sharing a Bed With Kai Would Include -headcannons

-it would be like 4am and you’re both still awake

-”what would santa do if a kid is bad and wants coal for christmas”

-”i dunno.”

-random groaning

-sometimes cuddling

-him talking for like no reason

-”kai can you shut the fuck up”

-”sorry”

-moving a lot and annoying the shit out of kai because kai gets annoyed by EVERYTHING 

-winter occasionally checking in because yall are groaning 

-random sex at like 3am-5am

-random kisses

-random ass grabbing

-random hugs 

-waking up at like 6pm

-laughing about your sleep deprivation in the morning-- i mean afternoon because thats when you wake up

[iwouldletjameskillme-blog]

James Fucking You Would Include - headcannons

- You’d probably come in late

- Maybe a little drunk

- He’s sitting on a chair in your room

- Gripping his cane with one hand, a glass in the other

- Takes a sip slooooowly

- Making you nervous

- Because James is fucking terrifying when he wants to be

- You’d sit down on the bed

- He’d turn his head, glaring

- “Dearest, what have I told you about staying out late.”

- His accent still turns you on though

- He’d stand up

- Still moving slowly

- Sets the glass down

- He’d undress you

- Of course he still looks immaculate

- “Bend over”

- Still fucking calm

- And you’re just wondering why

- Normally he’s already in you by now

- Pulls out the cane

- That fucking cane

- And starts to hit your ass

- With his cane

- yes please

- Now you’re soaked

- And he’s just smug

- You can feel his stare

- Then, you hear his pants jingling

- fucking finally

- And you are ready for it

- He leans forward

- And enters you

- You’re moaning

- He’s just going at it

- The entire hotel can probably hear you two

- Nobody gives a shit

- You both finally cum

- You are COVERED in hickeys

- Bruises on the neck, thighs, arms, stomach

- You name it, he did it

- He somehow looks immaculate

- But you know that hes super good at being all refined

- He dissapears a couple moments later

- Probably to murder a bitch