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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years ago

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ROCK A LITTLE

pairing: sally mckenna x reader

word count: 702

notes and warnings: i’m still learning how to play the guitar so don’t come for me i’m no expert lol <3 title from “rock a little” by stevie nicks. also this is not proofread

summary: you find some of sally’s old music and try to play it , but can’t quite get the rhythm right without her help

taglist (if you’d like to be added or taken off, let me know!): @mayfair-fleur @traumatisedfangirl @cordeliass @paulsonsratched�� @goodeday2u @thedeconstructionist @cartoonpeoples

Screams echoed from somewhere in the hotel, and you sighed. It had been the third guest to be taken care of within a two hour period, and while you understood that this part of California in the summertime was undoubtedly fated to be packed, the Cortez should have been the last hotel anyone would have wanted to stay in anyways. It was terribly annoying to hear the deaths, to witness their spirits walking the halls for the first time.

You’d been stuck in the hotel for close to five years. You had gotten through it only by having Sally at your side, helping her to kill her ex, a detective that had drawn too much attention to the hotel.

Since then, you had taken on an array of short-lived hobbies to cure the unceasing boredom that came with never leaving the hotel. You had gone from crochet to writing, writing to baking, baking to gardening… the list was never-ending.

Your most recent hobby had turned out to be playing the guitar. You had played a bit when you were younger, but since then life had taken you in a different path — death brought you back to it, it would seem. Sally had been helping you a bit, and you had stolen her phone to watch YouTube tutorials.

Yet earlier in the morning, after Sally had gone to help Iris with a matter of her son and you were left with your guitar in your hotel room, you had found some of Sally’s old music buried under her bed. It hit you with a pang that all of it had been written when she was still alive, and that nothing had been written since the day she checked into the Cortez.

You shuffled through some of the sheets of music, coming across one in particular that caught your interest — it was a song about death, of all things, as if you had not experienced enough of it already.

Sitting on the bed, you played through the first couple of chords, feeling out the strumming pattern, attempting to get the rhythm right. There was a specific alternation of chords that kept tripping you up, switching from an A to an F. The pause between the chords as you switched between them was longer than you would’ve liked, and every time you played the song it seemed to be getting worse.

After about twenty minutes of failed attempts, you stopped, looking down at your guitar with slight contempt. Part of you wanted to fling it across the room, but then again the guitar had been terribly hard to aquire in the first place since you couldn’t leave the hotel.

A hand trailed across the expanse of your back, and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it belonged to, but you did anyway, for she was irresistible. It had frightened you at first, her tendency to just appear at random, but now this habit seemed sacred.

“You’re playing my music?” Sally whispered, her eyes filled with tears.

You nodded, and it occurred to you that you hadn’t asked her if you could. You had hardly questioned the music being under the bed, for the hotel room was always a mess, nothing ever stored where one would expect it to be. “Is that okay?”

Sally nodded, smiling ever so slightly through her tears. She reached behind you to grab the neck of the guitar. “There’s an easier way to switch between the chords,” she whispered. “Let me show you.”

You nodded, watching her demonstrate and letting her move your fingers to show you to do it yourself.

After a few moments you began to play the song, and she wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. At certain points in the lyrics her grip tightened ever so slightly as you sang, and you wondered ceaselessly of the hidden meaning in the words.

At the end of the song, silence hung in the air for a few moments, thick as fog.

“Was that okay?” You asked quietly, turning to face her.

Her only answer was crashing her lips against yours, and all in a single moment the love between you was truly understood.

#american horror story #sarah paulson #lgbtq+#sarah paulson x reader #sally mckenna x reader #ahs fandom #ahs hotel

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capuletoo · 2 years ago

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Out of a crime scene - Sally McKenna

note: Hello, its been a long time and i dont know if people still read ahs fanfics :$

words: 459

summary: After the reader is murdered by the Hotel Cortez owner, she seeks freedom through a trapped soul.

In every life, this hotel has seen things no one should ever see. Screaming, colors, bleeding-

face.

The air was ripped apart by tiger-toothed words blackened by a silence more loaded than the hotel owner's gun in your mouth.

Her palms are pressed on your cheeks, warm and soft like the sheets after a long night. The blue light shines over both of your tender bodies in the bed, painting them ocean blue. Every now and then a red, and white light crosses the room alongside the sound of a cop car.

Laying her, you could even call it love, but you don't dare to think about it.

You still do not know how you made it back from this hell but one thing for sure is the scathing scars, starting to fade in a delicate shade of vermillion and you think that despite all the suffering in life, glances of the past still follow you after death.

You think that despite all your love for life`s still stuck in these warped walls, your hands still shake, but you feel them stronger than they look. They'll tear up the boards, doors fling open, the windows.

Sally's lips circle your mouth and vibrate around your roaring lips. They poison you, tie you, and the only witness: This twilight

"Can you hear me? fuck it. Were free"

There are no peaceful nights from here on out. Only ache, only misery, only cosmos trapped inside the Cortez.

Her breath, was steady and warm against your neck as if every fight and every fuck you had were tucked deep beneath these navy-blue sheets. Our bodies are wind and the bed, rock. Wind beats rocks.

The perfect ratio of soft but not too soft skin of her skin soothes the ambiance. It's not until your fingers run along her right arm. Making its way from her shoulder to her wrist. Midway you feel a lump on the inside of her elbow.

Stare at the purple-blue tinted skin. "It`s not serious," Sally says when she puts a tiny metal can inside one of the drawers, in the motion, she removes your hand from the mark.

"It's not serious until youre bleeding. More than you can afford. Until you`d rather jump from the roof than retreat." You say.

An exhaled laughter echoes through the room. "There`s no way I could go back to life. It doesn't matter anymore, I'm dead." She says, and words cut you up like daggers. "And I didn't wish to jump, I was pushed off"

You lay there, tears wanting to escape because everyone that was cursed inside the hotel knew that you were not free.

It's not serious until sighs switch to words more loaded than shotguns.

#ahs fanfiction #ahs fanfic #ahs fandom #ahs hotel #ahs season 5 #ahs sally mckenna #sally mckenna #sally mckenna x reader #american horror story #american horror story fandom #american horror story cult #americanhorrorstorycoven #american horror story hotel #sarah paulson #ahs sarah paulson #lgbtq

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dreamypqulson · 1 year ago

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Hi :) i love your writing and was hoping you could do one wear Cordelia finds out y/n is sh on her thigh? Or something <3

— my love, mine all mine

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1500

warnings: self harm & depression

note: i got this request during my break so it’s a little old but i still wanted to write it cause it fits with my life right now!!!

You stared blankly at your bloody thigh in front of you. With the blade still grasped in your hand you tried to breathe in, and hold for five seconds, and then let it all out. It would help they told you. It would take away the misery until you didn't feel like hurting yourself anymore.

But you laughed a little as you watched the blood drip. It felt good and that was the worst part. You wanted to keep going. You almost did. You wanted the thoughts to shut up for a minute. But right as the blade lightly touched your flesh, there was a knock at the door.

And it snapped you out of it for a minute. Really, how long were you sitting on the cold bathroom floor for? Had anyone really noticed your absence or do they just need to get into the bathroom?

"Mhm?" You hummed, shaky but nonetheless clear.

"Are you okay, darling? You disappeared on me." Right as you heard that sweet familiar voice, you bounced off of the floor. Frantically, you grabbed a tissue and applied pressure to the broken skin after hiding the blade in the back of the cabinet.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll be out in a minute."

Cordelia didn't know about what was going on. Of course, she knows you struggle with mental health, but she'd hadn't yet found out about your legs. And you weren't planning on telling her.

By the way that you spoke, she felt like something was wrong. And, naturally, she wouldn't back down. She needed to help you with whatever was wrong.

"Can I come in?" She jiggled the doorknob but it was locked. You don't ever lock doors.

The blood leaked through the thin tissue and you cursed under your breath. You couldn't clean up with a wash cloth right now. You wouldn't have enough time to hide the evidence.

You looked up at the door and your blood ran cold. Answer her! You have to answer her before she comes in!

You pulled your sweatpants back up and flushed away the bloody tissues down the toilet so she couldn’t see them in the trash. "I'm coming," you said, and at this point, you were out of breath from the verge of a panic attack.

You opened the door and Cordelia's eyes widened. You were clearly frantic and you tried so hard to not cringe at the feeling of your pants rubbing against your raw cuts.

"Are you okay?" She asked again, but now she's more suspicious. You just nod your head and walk right by her. She follows you as you throw yourself on the bed.

Something doesn't feel right to her, but she tries to make it better by laying beside you and kissing you. You started to giggle looking over at her and for a moment, you completely forget about everything that just happened. She does too.

It isn't until she looks down that her eyes widen. And you're always so cautious about getting caught that your heart immediately drops.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks, and sits up. You sit up too, and that's when you notice the patch of crimson on your thigh. Of course you'd just happen to be wearing grey sweatpants.

"Shit," you angrily curse, and start to get up off the bed. "I'm not sure. I'll go check it out though."

You try to head towards the bathroom but Cordelia grabs your arm so you can't move. You're fucked and you know it. "No, y/n. Why are you bleeding? Do not lie to me."

You always want Cordelia when you're injured or sick, so it was unusual for you to go run off. And after you acting strange in the bathroom, she was starting to think that she knew what is going on.

"I'm not lying, Cordelia! Are you serious right now?" Your voice raised slightly, going into a defensive mode, but Cordelia was quick to calm you.

"Hey, shh, shh. None of that. Just be honest with me, sweetie, i'm not mad." She reached up and cupped your cheek. Your lip started to tremble and you couldn't hold back the waterfall of tears. You couldn't bring yourself to tell her. "Are you hurting yourself?" She asks gently.

All you do is nod, and the waterworks stream heavier down your face. You simply shatter and Cordelia wraps her arms around you like she's trying to hold every piece of you together. "Oh, my baby. Okay, shh. It’s okay," the blonde cooes in your ear, rubbing calming circles into your back.

Her warm arms and floral scent keeps you grounded. You feel safe. Maybe it is okay. "Do you want to talk about it, my lovely? Or no?"

You shake your head. You're too tired, and you don't feel like explaining everything. It's too much, too heavy, and you feel too weak.

"Okay. That's okay. Can I at least clean them for you? I don't want my girl getting an infection."

For once you speak up a quiet, "yes that's okay," and it hurts but you know that you’re being too nonresponsive already and you feel like a lot of work right now.

Cordelia grabs your hand and brings you back into the bathroom. She waits for your permission with her fingers resting on the waistband of your sweatpants. She'd wait here forever until you were ready. But you feel like you’ve already wasted so much of her time.

You nod your head and then Cordelia starts to slide your pants down your legs and you want her to stop. You want to take your permission back but you can't seem to talk. You can't seem to do anything and, god, you feel like you can't even breathe.

She doesn't gasp when she sees your bloody thigh. Her face doesn't contort into disgust. She looks so soft and gentle and you wonder how someone could be so pure enough to love someone like you.

She lifts you onto the bathroom counter. You don't even notice that you moved at first.

And even as Cordelia was looking straight at the bloody cuts, you still felt the need to lie and tell her that you weren't hurting actually yourself. It didn't feel real. Almost like you were shoved into another persons body with all of these scars and hurt on it.

You notice Cordelia looking at your whole thigh, how she can see all the old scars there. It hurts the most for her to see recent ones. Ones she can tell have been from the past weeks, even days, and she had absolutely no clue about it until now.

"I want you to tell me, my love," she says, so softly, and smiles gently too like she's not talking about you hurting yourself. "Okay? Whenever you feel like this, come to me, baby."

You nod simply, like it's the easiest task in the world. But you're not sure that you'll be able to even do that. You can see the pain and worry on Cordelia's face beneath that smile, and you don't want to hurt her anymore.

She grabs your hand, holds it there tightly. She knows you always like to hold it when you're upset or nervous, or even when you get shots at the doctors. She doesn't need to tell you that you're allowed to squeeze it; you already know you can.

Cordelia dabs away the blood with a wet cloth. It sends a sting throughout your entire body. You squeeze her hand and bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. All Cordelia can say is, "I know, I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm almost done." And you wonder why she's apologizing. I did this. I brought this on myself. It's my fault.

Cordelia gently applies some antiseptic to your cuts and then she adds some band-aids on top. They're not the boring tan ones either. They're colorful and it even puts a smile on your face because it's such a Cordelia thing to do.

"There we go. All better," she says, as if cutting yourself wasn't the scariest thing in the world for her. But right now it is all better. You're bandaged up and Cordelia is holding your hand and smiling at you. Right now you don't hurt as much.

She leans forward and places a kiss on your nose. You crinkle it up and giggle at her. "You're so pretty, ya know." And it's not a question. She's not asking if you know that you're pretty. Because she knows that you really don't think you are. Especially not like this. But it doesn't matter right now. She just needs you to know that she thinks it so then it has to be true.

You're gonna cry again because your heart feels so tender, but then Cordelia is talking again and you get lost away in her voice. "How about we go have some hot cocoa by the fire? You feel like a little icicle." She says it like nothing has changed. Like she hadn't just found out that you're really a danger to yourself.

And you nod because you're still the same person you were to her thirty minutes ago. You still love cuddling her by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate that she made you. That hasn't changed, neither has her love for you.

#sarah paulson #american horror story #cordelia goode #wlw #ahs #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #lesbian #billie dean howard #lana winters #cordelia foxx #ally mayfair richards #sally mckenna #wilhemina venable

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stayevildarling · 9 months ago

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Masterlist ✨

Headcanons:

the sarah characters as pawrents

how the characters flirt with you + them having a crush on you

the sarah characters on pride month

the sarah characters as children

the sarah characters taking care of sick reader

the sarah characters when there is a thunderstorm

the sarah characters when watching football with you

Wattpad

#sarah paulson #cordelia goode #wilhemina venable #ahs #american horror story #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #ahs coven #cordelia goode x reader #ally mayfair richards #Audrey tindall #sallymckenna #sally mckenna #headcanons #wattpad

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aboutcustardcreams · 1 year ago

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Here is a list of prompts I found online you guys can use to pair with the characters I write for in your requests :))

#sarah paulson x reader #american horror story #cordelia goode x reader #billie dean howard x reader #sally mckenna x reader #regina mills x reader #send me prompts #wilhemina venable x reader

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syntheticfoxfire · 2 years ago

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Of Souls And Mirrors | Sally McKenna | [M]

Summary: smut prompt #58 - Reflect: Our muses have sex and watch themselves in a mirror Word count: 2.3k Warnings: implied suicide and/or self-harm

“I’m just a pathetic junkie whore, ain’t I?” Her screams filled the hall leading to previously hers, now your shared bedroom. She was running away from you, walking fast on her stilettoes as you tailed behind her. “You know that’s not what I think! Gosh, Sally, she just got lost thanks to Will’s stupid games and I led her back to her room!” You were almost out of breath as you reached the door which was promptly shut in your face. You growled and walked right through it. Oh the perks of being a ghost.

She was lying on the bed already. Her back turned to the door, she sobbed into your pillow. It was stained by her ruined mascara and eye shadow but you couldn’t care less. She suddenly looked so docile and harmless. Like a switch was flipped inside of her. Your heart broke at the sight but at the same time you felt relieved. She was much easier to deal with when she wasn’t ready to stab you or tie you down and drug you so you wouldn’t leave.

You sat down and scooted closer to her, gently laying your hand on her shoulder to make her aware of your closeness. “Please don’t leave me,” she whined like a wounded animal and you smiled sadly. “I’d never do that, Darling.” You ran a hand through her hair carefully. “They always say that and yet they do,” she choked on the words, clutching your pillow tighter. “They did. But I’m not them. I’m me and I wouldn’t ever leave you. I promised, remember?” You got quieter at the end of the sentence, making her turn to face you.

She was breathtaking. Her eyes might be puffy and red, filled with tears still flowing down her cheeks, her hair and make up a mess but she remained the most beautiful creature you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

Her gaze fell on the hand tangled in her hair. She took it into hers, lacing your fingers together. She eyed the long scars running down your forearm. Her lips made contact with your skin. She was uncharacteristically gentle. No sucking or biting. Just her lips caressing your sensitive scarred skin. She kissed all the way up and left opened mouthed kisses on her way down.

“But that you can’t leave the hotel doesn’t mean you won’t leave me.” She pressed a kiss to your palm, her voice hoarse and deeper from all the crying and screaming. “One day you’ll realize I’m no good or you’ll get bored and just walk away.” She began sobbing again. You shook your head patiently, brushing her frizzy blond hair from her face. You knew how deep her fears ran and that she was telling the truth. Everyone she got close to so far abandoned her, only further feeding her complexes and insecurities.

You knew the best solution right now would be to take her mind off things. “Well I just might if you keep saying things like that about my girlfriend.” She chuckled as you put a hand on each side of her head and lowered yourself close to her face threateningly. “No one can talk like that about my girl, not even herself.” You kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip. She responded eagerly, pulling you closer by the collar of your shirt. Her other hand sneaked under it, unclasping your bra. You bit her again in warning.

She broke the kiss but didn’t move away. “You’re mine,” she growled against your lips and whined when you refused to kiss her again, responding instead. “That’s right. Only yours. Let me show you,” only then did you kiss her. You pulled her up so you sat in her lap and pushed the faux fur coat off her shoulders. She grinned widely into the kiss and didn’t protest one bit when you pulled away to take off her shirt. A favor she tried to return but you swatted her hand away. “No, let me take care of you baby,” you chuckled at her puzzlement and wiped a stray tear that escaped her at the gesture. “Let me show you you’re the only one.”

You pushed Sally back into the mattress and she fell with a laugh. She bit her lips as you kissed her one more time before kissing down her neck to her collarbones. You run your tongue over the scratch next to the bone and moved on, sucking a mark on her sensitive spot that made her giggle. She ran her fingers through your hair, pushing you downwards but you resisted. You wanted to enjoy her so pliant and submissive for once. Not that you had any illusions. If you displeased her, she’d promptly take things into her hands.

So when she pushed again with a little growl, you obeyed and kissed down her chest, ghosting your fingertips on her nipples. She arched her back to get some friction which you used to pinch them lightly, making her gasp. You laughed against her skin. “Be good,” you kissed her stomach. “When I ain’t?” She teased, giggling as you intentionally tickled her skin with the lightest of kisses and flicks of your tongue. “All day long?” You murmured, nuzzling your way closer to her core. “Shut up, you love it.” She gasped as you pressed a kiss to her clothed slit. “I love all of you.” You hummed thoughtfully as you peeled her black nylons down with her underwear.

She fidgeted under you impatiently but you gave her a strict look, stilling her with a hand on her abdomen. “Gimme a sec,” you said as you raised from a bed, stopping her when she wanted to follow you. You walked over to the other side of the room and pushed the full length mirror back to your bed, plopping down on it with smug smirk as you crawled between Sally’s thighs again. She looked at the mirror and then at you questioningly. “I want you to watch. I want you to see who I am doing,” you proved your point by running a knuckle over her slit gently, making her lay her head back with a soft gasp. “If you don’t want to believe your eyes or what I’m telling you, you’ll have to believe this thing.” You turned her head to side so she’s face the mirror.

You kissed down her stomach again, slower this time. You felt her eyes on you even more than when she was actually looking at you. Her fingers tentatively found their way to your hair again and you rewarded her with a nibble on her hip bone. She moaned quietly. You stroked down her thigh to her knee to bend it. You moved your lips to her inner thigh just under the joint and sucked hard. She hissed, pulling your hair a bit. You smirked when your eyes met hers in the mirror. You continued your descent, always keeping eye-contact with her as you sucked or bit a new mark. Her skin was soon covered in hickies and bite-marks. You already knew she’d wear super short dress tomorrow just to show the marks to everyone and it filled you with a strange sense of pride.

You repeated the action on her second leg. Sally was fidgeting impatiently under you, her hands pulling you closer to where she needed you. You didn’t budge, merely closing your eyes to fully appreciate all the lovely sounds she was making. By the time you got close to her core again, she was all out pleading and begging you to touch her. You tutted, making one last mark to make her whimper. “Oh darling, aren’t you enjoying the show?” You teased, leaning over her to kiss her on the mouth. “No,” she snapped. Only to throw her head back, eyes rolling back a second later when you pushed two fingers inside of her. She was wetter than ever and, judging by her reaction, sensitive with how close she was. “Liar,” you cooed against her lips. You allowed her to turn back to you and kiss you. You returned it, sucking her tongue into your mouth as you pumped your fingers in and out of her in punishing pace. She moaned into the kiss happily. She was always so good when she got what she wanted. And you hated you had to deny her again.

You pulled your fingers away and broke the kiss, much to her dismay which she didn’t hesitate to express by cursing and more if you let her. But you didn’t. You turned her head back to the side, tapping your wet and slick fingers against her lips. You met her eyes in the reflective surface again, prompting her to obey. She opened her mouth and allowed you to slide your fingers in, tasting herself. “Now, my honey, tell me, who else would I ever touch like this but you? Who’d ever be so good?” You purred as you nuzzled into her neck. She moaned as she sucked on her fingers, bucking her hips up in hopes of getting any kind of friction but you always moved away just in time. “Oh no baby doll, I have something better in store for you.” You promised and sucked one more mark to her neck.

You licked your lips as you moved down and chuckled when her breath hitched. You licked a stripe up her slit, gripping her thighs with both hands to stop her from moving. “I want you to watch. I’m here with you, and you’re the only one I want.” You ordered softly. She nodded, her hair stuck to her forehead and eyes so wonderfully clouded with lust. You bit your lip as you dove right back, flicking your tongue over her clit. She hissed and moaned at the action, her hands pulling on your hair. You moaned yourself, sending vibrations through her that made her buck her hips and you let her ride your tongue as she pleased. She always had the need to abuse what little power she had in the moment.

But as her rhythm was faltering, you alternated your hold over her so you would stop her from moving her hips as well, pining her to the bed. She whined with a growl, threatening to kill you. You chuckled and gave her clit a gentle suck. She moaned out your name. Had the room next to yours been occupied, they’d know who to thank for all the noise. “Tell me now, darling,” you mused as you rubbed her clit with your thumb, action which spilled more moans and empty threats from her beautiful lips, “Why would I ever want someone else? Can’t you see?” You insisted as you licked her with flat tongue, her grip on your hair hard enough to make you crane your neck. “You’re so beautiful, my girl. So addictive and delicious.” You looked sideways as the tip of your tongue dragged slowly against her clit.

Her eyes fell half closed at the sight when her gaze met yours in the mirror, weak whimper rolled of her tongue. You smirked, keeping your eyes on hers as you started circling her bundle of nerves. Her legs were shaking, eyes watering with pleasure. You knew she’d cum soon but decided to tease her a bit more, making the circle larger and closer to the point she needed the most. She was frustrated but too high to be mad or dangerous. She kept mewling and moaning your name and pleas. So you took mercy on her.

You were pretty sure even Iris at the reception could hear Sally’s scream. The sound was so erotic and sinful you could bathe in the holy water for the rest of your life and you would still get wet and bothered every time you thought of it. Not to mention the look of pure ecstasy on her face. You would love to get it tattooed on the back of your eyelids so you could always see it.

You helped her through her high, crawling over her once she grew too sensitive. You laid your head on her chest, turning her face to look at you. You chuckled at her dazed state as her weak arms wrapped around you. “I love you, Sally.” You whispered, shifting up to kiss her lips. She whined softly when you pulled away again. “Say it again,” she begged. “No ‘I love you too’?” You pouted but couldn’t stay mad for long with the vulnerable expression she wore. “I love you, Sally. So very much and so blindly I believe you’re the only thing in my life I could ever love anymore.” You kissed her sternum softly, lingering. You only looked up when you heard her sniffle. You smiled at her lovingly, stroking her tears away. “And I will tell you for the rest of our eternal lives. Every single day.” You promised, cupping her cheek. “No one could steal me away from you, no guest, no ghost, no one. I won’t ever leave you, so you better be prepared to deal with me forever.” You chuckled, pulling her in for another sweet kiss, salty like her tears.

“Oh darling,” she sniffled, threading her fingers through your hair gently and massaging your scalp, “You wouldn’t even believe how much I love you. I’ll never let you go. I love you.” She pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. “Thank you for settling for me.” She whispered, but you heard her nonetheless. “Nonsense.” You corrected her. “You don’t ‘settle’ for your soulmate, do you?” You winked at her only to be pulled into another passionate kiss.

As crazy and flawed as she might be, you loved her with every fiber of your being and that would never change.

#ahs #ahs 5 #ahs hotel #sally mckenna #sally x reader #smut #fanfic #oneshot #tw: self harm

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yandereunsolved · 6 months ago

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🔪 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 🔪

“Normal people scare me.” – Tate Langdon

“Oh honey, goddesses don’t speak in whispers—they scream.” – The Countess

“When bad things keep happening to good people, you start to question what is right and what is wrong.” – Jimmy Darling

— 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 —

Austin Sommers

Asylum

Cordelia Goode

Dandy Mott

Freakshow

Hotel (S5)

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Kai Anderson

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Misty Day

Mr. Gallant

Murder House

Sally McKenna (Hypodermic Sally)

Sister Mary Eunice

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Winter Anderson

— 𝙰𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠/ 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 —

Yandere Austin Sommers

Yandere James Patrick March

Yandere Jimmy Darling

Yandere Kai Anderson

Yandere Kit Walker

Yandere Kyle Spencer

Yandere Sally Mckenna

Yandere Tate Langdon

Yandere Violet Harmon

— 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 —

Yandere James Patrick March (old style of writing)

Yandere Tate Langdon (old style of writing)

Clip A Hummingbird's Wings - ,, James's s/o trying to escape

Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

F.I.T — Fucking In The Afterlife - ,, yandere ghost Kai Anderson

Fool Me Once - ,, you being James successor

Macabre Monster - ,, yandere pre & post death Kyle Spencer

Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre death Tate

Sweet Tea & Stalking - ,, yandere Jimmy Darling with a famous reader

The Honey In My Honeycomb - ,, yandere Kit Walker pre and post Asylum

When You Fell From Heaven - ,, yandere JPM with an angel reader

Yandere Kai Anderson w/ a psychologist reader ⋆

You're My Cult Leader - ,, yandere Kai Anderson

— 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 —

God's Design 𖹭 (yandere female nun reader × Kit Walker)

In Death & Life 𖹭 (James Patrick March x fallen angel gender neutral reader)

One false promise leads to another 𖹭 (yandere Kai Anderson × feminine aligned reader)

⋆ unpolished: not a full set of headcanons (still spellchecked)

#ahs #american horror story #yandere american horror story #yandere american horror story x reader #ahs characters #american horror story characters #yandere #yandere x reader #blog #yandere blog #evan peters characters #fandom #ahs fandom

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sarrsqz · 2 months ago

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Cosmic Attachments

AHS: Murder House

Tate Langdon x Death!Reader

Mentions of Violet Harmon, Chad Warwick and Sally McKenna.

This is a combination of both Murder House and Hotel, but the large majority of it takes place in the Murder House.

In this, the reader is an ambiguous character to takes on the common Grim Reaper trope of guiding souls to the afterlife. They struggle with doing this in supernatural hotspots such as the Murder House due to the stubborn, evil and traumatized spirits that live there.

But they especially struggle with Tate Langdon, a boy who refuses to accept his hellish fate. But Death just can't seem to grapple their strange attachment with him.

Word count: 2k

If you don't want to read the Hotel section, skip to the transition symbol ┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

The hallways of the Hotel Cortez were never welcoming. At least, for you they weren't. The non-human entities, most of whom contradict your existence, weren't keen on having you roam the building. You demonstrated the truth of their circumstances. The vulnerability they hid behind violence.

But you still saw it. How could you not? It's your job, after all.

The carpeted floor felt grimy, even through your shoes. The lights down the hallway flickered. You could feel a draft echoing through the unmaintained vents, or... screams?

It's difficult to tell when they all feel the same to you. A calling – more work to be done. Eventually, that is.

You heard footsteps staggering somewhere behind you. Turning your head down the dim hallway, you saw Sally stumble out of a darkened room. Her old, crimped and frizzy hair fell around her face while cigarette smoke curled around her figure.

She stopped when she saw you. She pointed at you, cigarette latched between her two fingers. "Well, look who's decided to haunt my hallways. What do you want, Grim Reaper?"

You smiled, glancing down at the patterned floor before meeting her eyes again. "You know that's not my name, Sally." The ghost in question scoffed, throwing her shoulders back to emphasize her distaste at your correction. "And it's not haunting, it's... monitoring. Making sure the lost know they have a choice."

Sally snorted, her feet dragging as she walked further down the dimly light hallway. "A choice? Please. You really think any of us would choose this damned place if we had any real options?"

You shrugged. "Some did. Some still can, if they want. It's never too late for those who haven't thrown it away." Your voice was gentle, but firm. It was a necessary precaution when speaking to spirits, especially those like Sally.

You watched Sally take a long drag of her cigarette. She had stopped walking, planting her heeled shoes into the dirty carpet. Her narrowed eyes never left yours.

Breathing out the smoke, "You mean, if they haven't been stupid enough to turn you down already." Her arm fell back down to her side, cigarette ash falling to the floor. She paid it no mind. "But we all know how that goes–regret and begging. You get off on that, don't you?"

You shook your head. "It's not about getting off on anything, Sally. It's about respect. It's about finality. I don't relish in their pain. I mourn it."

The ghost laughed bitterly. Your words, which normally cut through the fragile facades of the deceased, barely scratched her. "Well, yeah, keep your mourning to yourself. None of us are going anywhere. We're all trapped in our own hells, and nothing you say will change that."

"Perhaps. But I'll still be here, Sally. For those who might change their minds. For those who need to know that there's a way out, even if it's only once." You spoke softly, looking away from Sally for a moment. You nodded slightly, confirming your beliefs to yourself.

You need to stay in touch with your ideals. Your morals. Your job.

You saw her eyes flicker, hints of vulnerability poking through before they hardened again. "Don't waste your time." She brought the cigarette back up to her red lips but stopped before she inhaled the drugs within. "You know, instead of bargaining with the freaks here, you should really be having that talk with your boy-toy at that house."

Your face hardened whilst hers curved with humor.

She shrugged dramatically, tilting her head in the process. "Seems like you're not so good at your job after all." Her eyes widened in mockery.

"Tate's choices are his own. I can't force him to do anything." You defended your stance, shifting your body to fully face the deranged ghost. "My job doesn't circle around force. It's about accepting your situation and moving on."

"Hm. Well, good luck with that." Her eyes narrowed more, which you didn't even think was possible. "Places like this have a way of holding on to its ghosts." Her hand, cigarette still placed between her fingers, gestured around you two to the otherwise empty hallway.

You watched her turn heel and walk down the remainder of the hallway. Your eyes remained latched onto the cheetah print of her coat before she turned out of sight.

You sighed, looking down at your feet for a moment. Shit– you should really check up on that place.

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You walked into the house through the back door, noticing the emptiness in the air due to the absence of the living. Ever since the death of the Harmons, the large house has sat abandoned for the most part.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. You haven't been here in a hot minute– too caught up at the hotel in the city.

"Oh, look who it is." You looked over your shoulder at the kitchen area, seeing Chad Warwick leaning on the counter. "Back again, oh door-to-door Jehovah's Witness? Still trying to sell us all on that afterlife plan?" You watched his nose crinkle when he spoke and how his clasped hands gripped each other with more strength.

The man's reaction to you was common. He's always been like this. Originally refusing you to stay with his boyfriend, now existing in pure ignorance ever since the relationship soured with age.

You raised your eyebrows, responding to him anyway. "Your choice, Chad. But remember, doors to the afterlife don't stay open forever."

"Hm, do they?" He tilted his head, watching you as you walked by and towards the staircase. You knew his bitterness was just a reflection of his personal problems, so like the others, you didn't let it affect you.

The stairs creaked under your shoes. Dust and broken glass littered the wooden floorboards. Graffiti decorated the walls in various bold colors as you trailed throughout the familiar building.

Your fingers traced the cracked walls. The paint crumbled and fell behind them, hitting the floor softly. The only sound was the sound your shoes made as you navigated down the hall. You finally stopped when you turned a corner, opting to lean against the wooden doorway instead of fully entering it.

Tate laid on the old mattress in the room. It still sat on Violet's old bed frame, although you don't remember who owned the mattress. It's been too long to remember trivial details like that.

The boy turned his head to face you, dirty blond hair falling over his forehead. "What's the matter, Death? Didn't get enough souls today?" His voice was laced in sarcasm, arms crossed in a defensive pose. He became detached after learning of your true purpose. Cold.

You haven't decided if you should put that against him though.

"Just thought I'd check in, Tate. How's the afterlife treating you?" You raised an eyebrow. He's rejected your proposals of moving on more times than you can count. There's no point in being professional anymore. So why do you still feel so attached?

Tate scoffed, sitting up on the bed and crossing his arms in his lap. "Oh, it's great. Violet still hates me; the house is still a hellhole."

So hostile.

"Why are you here?" He added on at the end of his short rant. You watched his blue eyes, lined with redness, narrow at you.

You shrugged, walking in the room slowly. You lingered around the walls, quickly glancing outside through the window. "Just... doing rounds. Discussing the reality of the stubbornness you ghosts seem to hold for my proposal." You said it nonchalantly, but Tate could recognize your poor attempts at manipulation. You were a truthful, blunt entity. Manipulation wasn't in your blood.

You leaned against the wall, shadows encapsulating your face as you looked at the boy. In contrast, the sun amplified his features. His expression of hatred, fear. Refusal to accept his fate. "Maybe," you started, "I'm just... attached in a way I shouldn't be."

"Attached? That's rich." He crossed his legs on the mattress, jaw ticking as his fingers traced the stained seams of the fabric. "I thought you were all business. Guide souls, move on. An eternal one-night stand attitude." He grumbled, eyes looking back at you.

You smiled. "It's not that simple, Tate."

He didn't respond. His fingers continued to trace the stitches in the fabric, trying to find a distraction to the situation he was in. An obvious detail that none of the ghosts here seemed to take into consideration when scaring the living away was the removal of any distractions or entertainment.

You looked down to where Tate – and also Violet, at some point – had stored his albums. The floor was empty now.

"You know," you heard him speak, "if I go with you, there's only one place I'm heading. Hell. Doesn't exactly sound like a vacation."

It wasn't a lie. You had been honest about that with him from the get-go. The boy was destined for Hell, and you couldn't help but silently pray that he'd just accept that.

"Tate, you've always known the consequences of your actions. But staying here, trapped in this endless cycle, isn't a permanent solution to your problem either. You remained natural, as best you could regarding the boy. Your stance was approachable, casual.

His eyes darkened. His finger stopped the movement against the mattress below him. "At least here, I know what to expect. Hell... that's a different kind of torture. I'm not exactly itching to find out what they have planned for me."

"Hm." You hummed, leaning your head against the cracked wall and staring off at the ceiling. "That's true. You don't. I don't even know."

He scoffed, annoyed by your attitude. He could feel his irritation grow the longer you intruded in his space.

"But think about it, Tate." Your nose crinkled as you turned your head to look back at him. "This house won't stand forever." You smiled. "One day it will crumble or be torn down. And where will you be? Trapped in the ruins, a ghost with no anchor. Your suffering won't end, Tate. It'll just evolve into a new kind of torment."

Tate frowned, a hint of fear flickering in his eyes as he quickly looked away from you. "Why does it matter? I'm already in Hell here. At least it's familiar."

Your voice was still soft, but sterner as you continued to fill his head with images of his fate. "Familiar doesn't mean safe. The ghosts bound to this place will scatter, their ties disconnected. Lost without something to focus their energy on. You have a chance to leave this shit hole on your own terms. Obtain a semblance of control over your fate."

"Fuck. Control, seriously? What kind of control do I have knowing what's on the other side?" His voice got louder, angrier as his head shot up to face you again.

"Hiding from what you fear will only make your existence more miserable when this place can't protect you anymore."

Your face went blank. You watched one of his eyes twitch, annoyed by the impending reality he was faced with. You stared at each other, yours a look of understanding, his of fear and boiling hatred. Suddenly, he whispered, "You really believe that, don't you?"

You nod. "I do. I need to. And I'll be here, waiting, for whenever you do too."

You stood up straight, not giving the boy another look as you left the room. Your hand trailed against the wall again, before you turned the corner.

Tate watched you leave, attempting to appear indifferent to your conversation. But he couldn't deny the emotions it stirred up inside him. He could take what the other ghosts said about him. He could push their words down until he either forgot about them or lashed out in a swell of emotions.

But you... you were different. You were an inhuman, cosmic creature crafted by the universe.

And his attachment to you wasn't going to save him.

#ahs murder house #tate langdon #murder house #ahs x you #ahs x reader #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x you #reader pov #reader is death #ahs chad warwick #ahs sally #ahs hotel #ahs violet

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briaroftheroses · 10 months ago

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Request Rules

I’m finally getting around to writing out my request rules! If you would like to request a fic, hc set, drabble, etc. please read over these rules before submitting. Please also check this post regularly as I will add things as I go.

Things I Will Write For

Fem/GN reader, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes/fics, praise, degradation, use of strap ons, p in v, creampies, throat fucking, both m and f receiving oral, multiple characters in one fic, choking, impact play, dacryphilia, pain play, bondage (nothing with legs specifically being restrained though), blood play (mostly only for AHS fics), d/s dynamics, BDSM, dub-con/non-con, piss, boot play/worship - feel free to ask about kinks not listed here because there is no way i named them all

Things I Will Not Write For

Male reader, character x character with no reader, beastiality, pedophilia, scat, underage characters (except platonically), gore and non-canon character death (except for in the case of things like murder house and hotel in which they would become a ghost), real-life people (such as actors), even though I might write for dom reader please do not request it.

If there’s anything not mentioned here, feel free to ask before making a request.

Specify the general length of the fic you want.

Please keep in mind that requests can take a while and I may switch between writing them and my own personal projects.

Keep in mind that if you’re vague with the description then I am less likely to write what you imagine and it will take me longer.

When asking about unlisted characters, please include the type of fic you would like to request with them.

Characters I Write For

Evan Peters

Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Austin Sommers (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel), Peter Maximoff, Warren Lipka, Luke Cooper - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

AHS

Vivien Harmon, Violet Harmon (platonically), Billie Dean Howard, Alma Walker, Lana Winters, Sister Mary Eunice McKee, Zoe Benson, Marie Laveau, Madison Montgomery (depending on the request), Cordelia Foxx/Goode, Misty Day, Fiona Goode, young!Fiona Goode, Amazon Eve, Desiree Dupree, Edward Mordrake, Dandy Mott, The Countess, Sally McKenna, Ramona Royale, Winter Anderson (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Matthew Gray Gubler

Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor, Thorn (King Knight), Raymond (Suburban Gothic), Wes (Dollface), Paul ((500) Days of Summer) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Cat Adams, Megan Kane - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

WWE

Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, TJD (only if including Rhea), Liv Morgan, Becky Lynch

this list will be updated regularly as i watch more shows/movies/seasons of ahs, so feel free to check regularly :) also feel free to ask about characters not listed, but there is no guarantee i will write for them.

#briars navigation #request rules

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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years ago

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AHS masterlist!

❈ = fluff, ★ = angst

cordelia goode

east of the sun, west of the moon ❈

it’s a high price for your luxury ★ ❈

billie dean howard

dior ❈

cursed (nsfw)

pride (nsfw)

audrey tindall

honey, honey (audrey x reader) ❈

sally mckenna

rock a little (sally x reader) ❈ ★

lovers live a little longer (sally x reader) ❈

ally mayfair richards

wilhemina venable

kermit can’t be your favorite muppet (wilhemina x reader) ❈

misty day

cry for the nightbird (misty x reader) ★

eternity shining (misty x reader) ❈

poly relationships

garden of eternal sunshine (cordelia x wilhemina x reader) ❈ ★

leo’s paradise (billie x wilhemina x reader) ❈

if anyone falls in love (billie x wilhemina x reader) ❈ ★

headcanons:

halloween with wilhemina 🎃 ❈

halloween with billie 🎃 ❈

halloween with cordelia, billie, and diane sherman 🎃 ❈

sally november fluff ❈

wilhemina venable is autistic

memes

one

two

three

#ahs #american horror story #sarah paulson #ahs fandom #sarah paulson x reader

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dreamypqulson · 2 years ago

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— and i know we got some potential, cause that look you gave me was so gentle

summary: cordelia tutors you when you fall behind in your herbal class unbeknownst to her that the reason your so lost is because you can't take your mind off of her.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1200

a/n: i know i haven’t posted in awhile and i have requests that i have to write but this was just a little scrap that i’m deciding to post so nobody forgets about me! :)

It was awful, really. And you felt bad for it. For wasting her time. This is not going to help. If you needed some extra help in your herbal class, then you need assistance from Zoe, or Queenie, or Myrtle, someone who is not this woman.

It was comical, and you almost laughed right in her face when she ask you if you wanted her to tutor you later in the evening. You didn't need help. You were a smart and powerful which. You just needed her out of you head. There was too much of her to even pay attention to the task at hand.

And it hurt too. There was no denying that. With the many obvious signs that she was helplessly in love with you, you ignored them all. She's the supreme for god sakes. She was so close yet felt so out of your reach.

You were just wasting time in this goddamn greenhouse. Every minute with her counts, but right now, you were just staring straight at the wall behind her, daydreaming of what you could be doing instead. What— no, who you could be kissing and showing you truth to.

You hear her snapping and it pulls you out of your deep trances. It's honey brown eyes and hair golden in the moonlight that's shining through the roof window that you notice first. "Are you even listening?" She doesn't sound annoyed, but she's clearly had enough of this. All this. What even is this?

"I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia. I am, I just—"

"You don't have to call me that, ya know." It hurts too much to not call you it. If you call her Cordelia then it seems to real. She's not your mentor, not your supreme, she's Cordelia. And so you stand behind that Miss Cordelia barrier that you build. The one that Cordelia tries so hard to break down.

"I know." As you stare into her eyes so warm that you feel as though your melting, as they soften as they stare back at you, she cups you heated cheeks. You know that she feels how hot they are, you know that she knows what is going on with you, but still, she asks,

"What's really going on? You're one of my strongest witches, sweetie."

You truly want to tell her that she's so distracting because you've unwillingly fell in love with her. Because, then, maybe you'll be able to pay better attention in class. But instead you tell her, "I just haven't been sleeping right," sugarcoating your love for her and letting it melt in your mouth.

It's not a complete lie; because you cannot sleep when she walks by your room to assure that you are safe in bed. You cannot sleep when you've see her only an hour before your rest in a simple pajama slip. Milky silk and see-through if it were any thinner.

"We should make you a sleeping potion then." She knows your lying, but she is not going to force you to be honest. That's not what she is here for. She just wants you to be ready. She would wait forever for you to tell her how you feel.

And then she's gathering the ingredients. Patting around the greenhouse as soft as a spring day, and you have to look to see if she is even walking. Look to see that she's not flying around instead of walking like an angel that you could mistake her to be.

She stands behind you and her arms are locking you in between the table and her body. She's wearing a nightgown like every other night and you can feel her breasts press against your back. Your breath hitches and you think she notices because she asks if you're okay. You nod, because you cannot speak, you cannot do anything besides stand there as if you were built with cement.

Her blonde hair falls against your shoulder and you get a strong whiff of her lavender shampoo. She smells so sweet and you feel like you are being embraced by a fresh pastry.

"Do you remember one of the key ingredients for our sleeping potion?" She tests you, because she knows that the day she taught this, her shirt seemed to be just a little shorter cut than usual. She knows you weren't paying attention to sleep and potions and herbs that day.

"Um...," you feel so pathetic for not knowing. So useless. "No, not really."

She smiles still. You can hear it in her voice, "That's just alright. Chamomile is one of the main ingredients." She speaks softly and begins grinding the chamomile into the mixture. Her freckled arms rub against yours with each movement. Bare skin against bare, and you yearn for more.

These emotions are too strong for your body to handle. They cannot fit as you are too much already filled with Cordelia. You are going to explode if you don't let it out somehow. And so you stand there and permit silent tears to roll down your face.

You assume that Cordelia won't notice, but a warm tear ends up landing on her hand and she cannot stand there and pretend that it didn't happen. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but the only way she knows to make everything better is to be upfront and loving.

She grabs your waist, gently, and turns your body so your facing her now. It's so close; you can feel her soft breath against your face and her legs are practically intertwined with yours. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore," she doesn't sound angry still, just so desperate. And you know you look a mess right now but she thinks you're so pretty.

"I don't think I know how to not do that," more tears fall down. You are so afraid because you know that it's too far this time. There is no going back to what you once were with Cordelia just an hour before this.

"Show me?"

Your trembling hands cup her cheeks this time, smooth beneath your palm. You don't want to pull her forward, you need her to show you that she isn't the supreme right now. You always need her.

"It's okay," she merely whispers, nods, and smiles softly. And you forget about you fears, about the sugarcoated emotions on your tongue. You lean forward and everything's so fuzzy and blurry around you; like a fever dream, but it's oh so real.

She moans into your mouth. She sounds so pretty against you. It's the perfect combination of her vanilla chapstick and your strawberry one to create the sweetest taste.

Her hands are still on your waist and she pulls back, but only her lips so she can rest her forehead against yours. "Not so scary, right?"

"Well i'm scared that I just fucked everything up."

She shakes her head and smiles delicately at you. "You didn't fuck anything up. I would've been out the door by now." Your laugh and hers are a soft melody that echo against the four walls of the greenhouse. She grabs your hands and tangles her slim fingers with yours. "I. love. you."

"Promise me that it's what you want." You still can't believe it. But you can't have it if it's not real.

"It's what I always wanted. What I wanted when I met you. What I want, still, now."

"Then you should know that I always wanted it. I love you too. So much."

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marchtomydrums · 3 months ago

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Beach Day

Sally Mckenna x Reader

Dating a ghost had its challenges, to say the least. Besides the main issue being Sally was dead and you were very much living. There were so many challenges the two of you faced being together but you would have it no other way.

Sometimes Sally expressed guilt for holding you back. She said she felt like she was keeping you from being the best version of yourself and keeping you held up in this evil hotel. You always assured her that wasn't the case. You didn't care what the outside world held because it didn't have Sally so you weren't interested.

It's late July and it's extremely hot out. You made the mistake of saying how much you missed the beach. Back home the beach was only an hour away from you so from June- August you were a total beach bum.

Sally smiled a sad smile. “ I will never get to experience the beach with you.”

You sighed as you watched fresh tears form in her eyes. From there you set a plan in motion.

You remembered seeing a pool in the basement. You got some of the employees to help you fill it up.

You got Iris and Liz to help you set up telling them they owed you from a previous endeavor you helped them with.

The floor around the pool was covered in sand that the three of you poured out. You found a way to Hook your phone up to the sound system and the sound of beach waves and seagulls filled the room. You set up two beach towels, a picnic basket, and sunglasses.

You left Sally a note in her room attached to a red binki that read “ Put this on and meet me downstairs. Iris will tell you where to go.”

A few minutes later Sally walks into the door with Iris behind her. The blonde gasped as she looked around the room.

“Thanks, Iris,” you yelled to the woman as she walked out of the room.

“Baby. “ Sally says breathlessly.

“What is all of this?” she asked gesturing to the room.

“It's the beach. Our first beach trip!” you said happily.

“Do you like it?” you asked nervously as you watched the blonde look around the room.

“I love it!” she says with a huge smile.

She runs over to you picks you up off the ground and spins you around.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” she chants as she kisses all over your face.

You giggled “I love you too.”

“We have towels, sand, water, food, drinks, music. The day is all ours” you said.

She smiles as she gives you a long kiss. “ I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you, Sally.”

#lgbtq #wlw #writing #fiction #television #ahs hotel #sally mckenna

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