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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Could you do a character preference with sarah paulson characters with dating someone who's very showy with their affection? If not that's okay <3

This idea is really cute, absolutely! Hope you like it <3

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate

Warnings: swearing, slight mentions of insecurity, references to Lana's past trauma, mentions of Ally's anxiety attacks

Billie Dean Howard

I'm gonna be completely honest: Billie is really fucking cocky about it

She'll proudly shows you off wherever she goes and to whoever's with her

You wanna sit in her lap in public? Then by all means, go right ahead

If you lace your fingers through hers while you're out walking together, she'll keep them there without protest

She does draw the line at playing with her hair, though, because of how long it takes her to get it styled the way she likes

Sometimes she'll take you with her when she goes investigating the paranormal so she can show you off to the camera

Bonus points if you end up leaping into her arms or grabbing ahold of her at any point because you got scared

Lana Winters

Lana isn't used to someone's soft touch after everything that went down with losing Wendy and getting kidnapped by Bloody Face

It's something she has to be re-introduced to, so don't hold it against her if she's a bit stiff the first few times you go in for a kiss or give her a hug

Just give her some time, and she'll warm up to it eventually

When she finally does you'd best believe she's gonna pay you back for every stolen kiss and then some

Sometimes the press will print photos of the two of you holding hands while you're out together, which just causes you to show her public affection even more

She thinks it's cute how you'll to kiss her in public while simultaneously flipping off the reporters who are trying to get pictures of the two of you together

Cordelia Goode

Pre-Supreme Cordelia would be really flustered by it

Her mother wasn't the most loving person around, and after she dropped her off at Robichaux she felt more alone than ever, so your constant physical reassurance of your love for her makes her so happy

Supreme Cordelia, on the other hand, is a bit more different

Obviously she loves it either way, but she's not flustered by it at all; in fact, you might say she's a little cocky, maybe just as much as Billie is

Like, if she has a emergency council meeting with the warlocks, she'll bring you along just to show you off

But while she doesn't give a fuck what they think of her, the second they start coming after you is when the claws come out

She refuses to let them use you as a bargaining chip in that pathetic little game of theirs

Bette and Dot Tattler

Bette adores your affection, and often says so, whereas Dot was suspicious of it at first, thinking you wanted something from them; but after she realized you didn't, she grew to love it almost as much as her sister

Obviously, you can't just mosey about in public with those two, as it's unsafe, but you'll happily stroll with them through the carnival grounds with your hand around their waist

Bette will sometimes ask you to comb her hair out for her, just so she can feel your gentle touch as you rid her hair of tangles

Dot usually doesn't ask you to do it for her, but you brush her hair anyway, not wanting her to feel left out (and you always notice how less grumpy she is than usual when you do)

You always meet them backstage before they go on, giving them each a kiss for good luck

Sally Mckenna

Sally loves it, she fucking eats it up

Look, she's a very touchy person, so she's gonna be all over you whether you like it or not

But you being super touchy back? Boosts her self esteem and raises her confidence levels super fucking high

You'll be at the bar talking with Liz while she's sitting in your lap, practically purring with delight as you casually stroke her hair

Or you'll be in your hotel room, holding hands while cuddling on the bed and only letting go so she can light up another cigarette

She absolutely hates it whenever she's not with you; she has to be by you side 24/7 or else she gets super pissy

It makes her so happy to know you love her and won't leave her, ever

Audrey Tindall

Audrey finds it adorable, especially when you're affectionate in public

The press has gotten multiple photos of the two of you walking down the street together, hand in hand, as well as a few pics of you kissing when you thought no one was looking

You always visit her in her trailer between shoots so you can give her a hug and wish her good luck

Sometimes, though, she ends up late to set because the two of you started cuddling on a couch or chair and lost track of time

Most of the time you'll crash her Instagram lives just so you can give her a kiss or a hug, but she doesn't mind. She loves showing off her loving partner to other people, especially her adoring fans

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Ally views your constant display of admiration and love as refreshing, since her relationship with Ivy fizzled a long time ago and its been awhile since anyone has shown her just how much they adore her

Whenever you kiss her forehead lovingly after a long day or give her a hug from behind while she's doing the dishes, it makes her feel appreciated

She's especially happy whenever she sees you getting along with Ozzie, as her son is the most important person in her life (other than you obviously)

If you see her on the verge of an anxiety attack, you always know just what to do in order to get her to calm down; and if she's already having one when you find her, you stay with her and help her work through it

You make her feel safe, more than Ivy ever did

Wilhemina Venable

Wilhemina is certainly more reserved than most people, so the first time you surprised her with a kiss on the cheek when you visited her at work she buffered like an old computer

You stopped showing her excessive physical affection for awhile, thinking it made her uncomfortable; little did you know she's actually severely touch starved and did enjoy it, she just didn't know how to react

She became quite colder than usual to her coworkers at your lack of affection, before finally offhandedly mentioning to you one day that she missed your touch

You picked back up on your random kisses and hugs after that, glad to know she enjoyed them

She'll glare at anyone who'll give you judgmental stares for how affectionate you are; it's none of their goddamn business anyway

Tuberculosis Karen

You? Giving affection to her? You must be joking

Karen honestly can't believe that you love her as much as you do, considering most people in town think she's just trash

The fact that you will willingly walk hand in hand with her down the harbor when most people wouldn't even think to take a glance in her direction means a lot more to her than you know

I mean, her name starts with tuberculosis for christ's sake, so you know she's not the most healthiest person around to have a nickname like that

Still, you'll kiss her for everyone to see, because you love to express your love for her, regardless of what other people think

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @corn3liiia @nevilleismywhore @ethrealzzz @your-next-daydream

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eternal-armin · 2 years

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hey god??? why the fuck do i have a crush on sally mckenna from ahs: hotel???? what the fuck are you doing up there?????

#hypodermic sally x reader

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coentinim · 4 months

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Sally's mattress pet girlfriend

Cw: short, suggestive, female reader, you're ghosts in love, you're in her mattress for a bit, very vague drug mention. All is fictional, it's a slightly sexy horror fic, obsessive behavior and locking people into furniture is wrong and I don't condone it, in case someone was wondering.

Warmth. The everlasting warmth, sometimes pleasant, sometimes maddening, was all that felt constant. All sounds were so quiet they were barely recognizable and it was perpetually dark, your senses additionally muffled by your fleeting consciousness. You didn't need the air - you were not alive, after all, but the lack of it made you pleasantly confused or caused great pain, depending on what you chose to feel at the moment. Most of the times, you took the confusion. The pain of asphyxiation was too much to bear, so you just lied there, slipping in and out of your slumber. As a ghost, you could disappear and appear elsewhere, of course, but why bother when it feels so nice, snug... so close to your beautiful crazy lover.

Most times, it felt good. Warm, quiet, dark, peaceful. And it smelled so good - the musk of your tormentor and the smell of her cigarettes comforted you into a heavy daze, making your head spin and your arousal pool.

She never let you rest long, though - she unzipped you daily, multiple times a day, actually. Sometimes it was just to give you a breath of fresh air and a kiss. Other times, she ripped the mattress where your nether regions were, just to play with you and hear your cries, muffled by the thick fabric, as you could only lie there and take her touch. Sometimes she made a hole where your hands were to inject you with something that made you pliable, putty-like in her hands. There were days, even weeks at a time when you were free, but you barely left Sally's room anyway. You just lied next to her, relishing in being able to take her in with your senses fully present.

You took a long drag of her thick cigarette, smiling ear to ear.

"Sally?...", you asked timidly, blowing the smoke in her face, "Please tell me you won't... get bored of me..."

She looked a bit confused, but then laughed and brought you closer. With your naked, still hot bodies pressed together, you felt at home.

"I'd never let you go, baby. Not in a million years. You're mine...", she chuckled darkly, "Only mine."

She cuddled closer to you, digging her sharp nails into your back possesively. She was high off her ass.

"Why, I sew you into the bed when I Ieave, to make sure that you... don't. Why'd ya think I was going to ever let you?"

Her tone was bitter. She took your cigarette and took a drag, releasing an enormous cloud of smoke shortly after. You couldn't stand seeing her so bitter. You'd rather get back to the sweet torture of being sewn into an object than see her miserable.

"It's fine... I like it", you mused

She looked at you like you're crazy.

Sally chuckled, it's a dry sound. She kissed you briefly, smearing the burgundy lipstick all over your chin.

"Well, my little girl likes it. Who would've thought, hm? Perhaps I should put you in there for good ?"

#ahs #ahs hotel #ahs x reader #wlw ahs #sally mckenna x reader #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #american horror story hotel #american horror story #ahs coven #sarah paulson #ahs fandom #mine☆#the ahs brainrot tag #coentiwrites

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marsthebabie · 5 months

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Masterlist U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

Cuddles

Wanda Maximoff

Wandanat x Reader

Puppy Love part 1

Nightmares

Little Angel

American Horror Story

Cordelia Goode

Princess

Wilhelmina Venable

Wilhelmina Venable and Cordelia Goode

Work trip

Wilhelmina Venable x Ally Mayfair-Richards

Rescue

Lana Winters

Alone

Ally May-fair Richards

Owie

Billie Dean Howard

Sick

Hypodermic Sally

RESIDENT EVIL

Alcina Dimitrescu

Slipping

Donna Beneviento

Playdate

Mother Miranda

RE8 Women

RE8 Women finding out your a little

OTHER

Diane Sherman

Angelique Bouchard

Alma Pereruine

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paulsonsratched · 2 years

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Zodiac Sign

(The character’s zodiac signs based on my prescription of them.)

Billie Dean Howard: Leo

Typical behavior:

- passion passion passion

- Billie Dean is a born leader

- all her employees love her because she’s very compassionate and big-hearted

- She’s very conscious about everything that is going on though

- because of her dominant but at the same time lovely side she’s very attractive to other people

How they treat themselves:

- Leos are the masters of self-assurance

- they, just like everyone else, have their insecure moments but all in one they’re pretty in line with themselves

How they treat others:

- respect is top priority for Leo’s and that’s also how they treat people around them

Words to describe the sign:

- money

- respect

- energy

Lana Winters: Taurus

Typical behavior:

- She is drawn to amazing things and they are hardworking to get those

- Sometimes she come across quite needy because of her actions

- Once she wants something she will get it for good or worse

How they treat themselves:

- she does not really care about herself

- only superficial trait is that her hair HAS TO BE perfect

How they treat others:

- Tauruses are in need for social stability

- She has her three or four friends that she knows since ages

- she has a good relationship with them

- every other relationship is more of a professional one

Words to describe the sign:

- intelligent

- dedicated

- hardworking

Cordelia Goode: cancer

Typical behavior:

- cancer is the mother of the zodiac and ruled by the moon and that shows in their behavior

- For their loved ones they’re always soft and incredibly caring

- She makes the perfect maternal figure

- she’s strong values of love

How they treat themselves:

- not at all

- she forgets herself on a daily basis

- always focused on everybody else

- incredibly clean

How they treat others:

- you’ll always feel comfortable around her though she is strict but the soft kind of strict

- If you are in her heart she will never fully cut you out of it anymore doesn’t matter your behavior (aka Madison)

- she has incredible instincts and just knows how you feel in a heartbeat

Words to describe the sign:

- love

- caring

- nurturing

Sally McKenna: Gemini

Typical behavior:

- she’s incapable of communicating and resolving problems

- she is a softy…but also not

- no typical behavior because it changes like her mood

How the treat themselves:

- they hate themselves

- unhealthy copying

- just deserves better

How they treat others:

- the ones she loves are treated like royalty

- the one she despises are less worthy than the trash in the bin

- Absolutely not reliable and nosy af

Words to describe the sign:

- chaotic

- clever

- impulsive

Do you want a part two?☺️ (Wilhemina Venable, Audrey Tindall, Ally Mayfair-Richards, TB Karen)

#american horror story #fanfic #sarah paulson #billie dean howard #billie dean howard x reader #sarah paulson x reader #ahs fanfiction #ahs fandom #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #sally mckenna x reader #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #Lana winters #Lana winters x Reader

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safic4-m · 1 year

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🚬🦁You promised

Pairing: Sally McKenna x Fem Lector

Author’s note: Me lleva la chingada

Word count: 672

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

After all this time here you were, in front of the Hotel Cortez.

Years ago you had promised Sally that you would go out and live your life, but now there was no other option.

You had been a couple years ago and she felt bad because she thought you were clinging to this place just for her, you were too good for this hell as she said, so she asked you to leave.

At first you didn’t want to do it, you didn’t want to lose the, you wanted to be with her no matter what, but you realized that you being there hurt her more than if you weren’t there.

But now you were here willing to accept your fate.

You are dying, your body has betrayed you and now there is no other choice. There is no one who can help you, the treatments and medicines do not help you, so the best thing you could do was to return to the hotel, at least you could spend your eternity with her and although you know she will not be happy with this, you are sure she will not be alone any longer.

As you walk in you find your old friend Liz at the front desk.

-It’s been years since I’ve seen you, what brings you here,- she asks, giving you a look.

-I want to be with her,- you say giving her a hug.

-But she wants you to live your own life out there,- she says as she pulls away.

-I know and I did it while I could, but my time is running out,- you reply forcing a smile.

The woman pulls you into another hug and you can’t help but cry, you had already accepted your death but going back to the hotel brought back so many memories.

-You promised,- interrupts a familiar voice.

-Now is not the time Sally,- Liz scolds the blonde.

-She promised,- raising the volume of her voice.

-Mackenna, it’s not the time,- she says releasing you to face the blonde.

-You always said that promises can’t be broken, but a-

-I’M DYING,- you interrupt his little outburst before he can continue.

-What?

-I’m running out of time and I came back so I could be with you, you idiot,- you confess, watching the blonde’s face fall.

In the privacy of her room Sally hugs you tightly burying her face in the space of your neck inhaling your scent, you return her embrace running your hand through her hair.

-It’s not fair,- she says feeling your tears wetting your clothes.

-I know

-You were supposed to have a long and prosperous life,- he says with sadness in his voice.

-But what’s the point of having a long life if you’re not there,- rubbing circles on his back.

-But…- coming out of his place on your neck.

-There’s nothing that can be done- feeling your eyes fill with tears -I want to be with you, Sally.

-No, it’s not fair, this place is hell,- shedding some tears.

-It’s hell out there if you’re not there- holding her face while you wipe her tears with your thumbs.

You had to talk to Sally for hours so she could understand why you wanted to stay at the hotel.

-Are you sure about this?- she asks, looking at you doubtfully.

-I’m sure,- leaving a kiss on the back of her hand.

You take the bottle of sleeping pills from the bedside table, to take most of them, lying down next to Sally, the blonde takes you in her arms while the pills take effect.

-How do you feel?

-I don’t know…high-, laughing at your own words, -it’s like I’m high.

-Aren’t you afraid?- she asks, playing with your hair.

-Nope,- looking at your girlfriend with so much love, -you are here,- feeling tired.

Sally noticing this starts humming a song you don’t recognize while your eyelids get heavier and heavier.

-I love you Sally- is the last thing you say before everything goes black.

The Cortez hotel was a gateway to hell, where anyone who died in it could never leave and would have to spend his eternity in those four walls, but somehow Sally was in heaven with you there with her.

#american horror story #ahs #ahs hotel #hotel #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #sally #sally mckenna x reader #sally x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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jeridandridge · 10 months

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✨Stuff I write for and would like to write for✨

Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Lady Dimitrescu x reader

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Lena Luthor x Kara Danvers

Lena Luthor x reader

Regina Mills x Killian Jones

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa Weems x morticia

Cordelia Goode x Misty day

Cordelia Goode x reader

Lana Winters x Mary Eunice

Lana winters x reader

Hypodermic Sally x reader

Send a request if you’d like!

#melissa schemmenti x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #Swanqueen #Supercorp #winter widow #HookedQueen #supergirl #ouat #abbott elementary #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x morticia addams #Cordelia Goode #Lana winters

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loverofallthingssarah · 2 years

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What we could be, wrapped in your arms

Request: Sally fic where a drunk one night stand turns into more? Super fluffy? @sweetestberryofthebunch

WARNING: suggestive nsfw talk but nothing detailed

Words count: 1K

A/N: I hope you like it, Greta!! Sorry for any mistakes

Stirring out of a deep slumber, yawning as your eyes open causing your face to scrunch up at the intruding sunlight. Your surroundings were unfamiliar, yet you weren’t scared or uneased. You felt extremely comfortable in the atmosphere at which you had awoken. When you felt an arm squeeze around your waist you were startled at first, but your body easily relaxed in the almost familiar touch. You weren’t entirely phased by the fact you woke up naked in some strange hotel room wrapped in the arms of someone, which was completely out of character for you. Normally by now, you would be freaking the hell out. Gently you turned around in the arms circled around your waist, you were met with a frizzy, blonde-haired woman sleeping peacefully beside you. Your eyes took in every detail of the beautiful woman lying beside you. Her crimped frizzy hair to her black, smudged eyeshadow, all the way to her tear-stained face memorized you.

The woman wrapped around you started to wake, and everything all came rushing back to you. The night before, meeting… Sally?… yes, her name was definitely Sally. You could remember Sally approaching you at the hotel bar, you had accompanied with a few of your friends after work to let off some steam. You remembered how one drink, became two and then became three until you both were drunk giggling at the bar getting cut off by Liz. The night before keep rolling in and bombarding your thoughts as you remembered the kiss you both shared in the elevator. The sparks that flew as your lips moved in synchrony, with each floor the elevator climbed the kiss grew more and more passionate.

You remembered everything that led you to this moment laying in bed with this beautiful creature beside you, and you never wanted this moment to end. Sally finally woke up from her deep slumber, stretching her arms out.

“Good morning, princess,” she says with a slight yawn to your croaky morning voice. The pet name brought a blush to your cheeks and neck as you remembered all the names she called you the night before.

“H-hi, Sally,” you replied sheepishly. She grinned at your sudden shyness. “Princess, no need to be shy. You certainly weren’t shy last night,” she said with a wink.

“Oh, right…,” you giggled out as your cheeks flushed even more. “I had a great time last night, Sally,” you say as you get out of the bed and start to wander around the room collecting your clothes. Sally watches you passively as she realizes you’re not sticking around. Usually, by now, she would find a way to trap you in the room and make you love her, but Sally’s grown a lot since those days. As much as she wants you to stay, she decides to hang back and let you leave.

“I had a great time too, princess,” Sally says nonchalantly. You were almost dressed hoping Sally will want to see you again, but she doesn’t even bat an eye at you. Once your black cocktail dress is securely zipped, you take one last final look at Sally, “Well, I hope to see you around? Oh… wait, I- .”

“Yeah, can’t really leave with the whole being a ghost thing,” you look at her apologetically, “it’s fine, Y/n. I’m fine. I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” Thinking back you were still in complete shock that you weren’t at all scared or turned off by the fact that Sally was a ghost. Even more that you believed her right away without any proof, but when she did prove to you it just solidified your interest in her.

“Right, well… bye,” you awkwardly wave as you proceed to do the walk of shame through the halls of the Cortez.

You couldn’t believe how stupid you were being by simply walking away from the gorgeous woman upstairs. It’s not like you couldn’t come back to the hotel to see Sally, but would she even want that. How do you know this isn’t the sort of thing Sally does? Taking people up to her room to share a fun night and that’s it. Did you want to come back and possibly hurt yourself by seeing Sally with someone else? No, you couldn’t. The attachment you felt for her was too deep to simply see her with anyone other than yourself. The rational part of you just told you to leave and forget this night ever happened, and you decided to listen.

Upon reaching the entrance of the hotel, you heard your name being called out faintly from behind you. You decided to ignore it because it couldn’t be from the person you so desperately wanted to be calling your name.

“Y/N!” you heard shouted again, and this time you distinctly knew who was behind the voice. You turned around and saw Sally running at full speed towards you, “Y/n, wait!”

“Sally?” you whispered out, unsure of what was about to take place. When Sally finally was standing face to face with you, “Please, don’t go yet. I… I really like you, Y/n. I know I’m just a ghost stuck in this hellhole, and I know I can’t offer you much,” she looks down, and you take her by the chin and nudge her to meet your gaze.

“Keep going, Sally,” you reassure her.

“I really would like a shot with you, princess… if you’ll give me the chance,” she finishes shyly. You were positive your grin could be seen by the Martians on Mars. This blonde-haired beauty wanted a chance with you, and all you wanted was a chance with her in return. “Sally, nothing would make me happier than getting a chance to put a smile on your face for as long as you will allow me. Of course, I’ll give you a chance, silly girl!”

Sally’s arms wrapped around you in the tightest bear hug as she spun you around the room. Giggling, “Put me down, Sally,” as she sits you down a thought comes to your head, “Sally, why didn’t you just like teleport or what ever ghosts do, down here to me instead of run? I mean you are a ghost after all!”

“Well, I want to act as alive as possible for you and it seemed more romantic,” she winked and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. You certainly could get used to this.

sfw taglist: @orchid-fairy @rainbow-hedgehog @twistedpoeticjustice @tissaias-lover @peggycarter-steverogers @magnificent-paulsonn @mrsdeanhoward @citizenoftheworld-stuff-blog @commanderspeach @lanawinters-ily @lntlmate @sapphicforsarahh @talulahmae @billiedeansgirl @dreamypqulson @goodeday2u

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Can you do crying and routine for hypodermic sally?

I love Sally 💜 (dirty A-Z headcanon game can be found here)

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

Sally cries during sex a lot. The first couple times, you freaked out, worried you'd done something wrong, but when you asked her about it she told you she was crying not because she was upset, but because she was happy. You were the first person to love her that didn't leave her, and it makes her emotional to think about. Safe to say, she cries during sex a lot, so you're pretty used to it at this point. If she sees you crying, obviously it's not something that has her jumping for joy, but it's also strangely a turn on, with her comforting you usually leading into soft core sex.

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)

She has a routine when it comes to picking up people she can take back up to her hotel room and murder, but unless the two of you have had a fight she won't have sex with them. She's not big on scheduled sex, as she'd rather it be more spontaneous and in heat of the moment. That's not to say sex doesn't happen often, because it does. Sally has a very high sex drive, which means you're fucking almost every day. If you don't feel up to it, however, just let her know. She'll pout for awhile before heading back to your room to masturbate.

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @blkroyalty1 @corn3liiia @nevilleismywhore @ethrealzzz @your-next-daydream

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slashbitch2 · 2 years

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lead me into your darkness

TW: alcohol, drugs, death, just sally being sally basically

You didn't believe in ghosts, the supernatural, paranormal, occult or however else it was labelled. Every 'true story' was shrouded in inaccuracies, every video surfacing on the internet nothing more than a farce. But despite it all; the logical stance, the lacking belief and boring pessimism, you still enjoyed every predictable, campfire ghost story and low-rent horror movie. The incredulous promise of each haunted attraction was alluring, even though you had yet to witness any viable proof. Still, you had found yourself searching for 'most haunted locations in Los Angeles' as soon as the plane touched ground, signifying the end of your flight.

"For a place named the City of Angels, Los Angeles definitely isn't heavenly by any means." You called out, eyes remaining glued to your phone screen.

"Already with the spooky shit?" Eve glanced back at you with mischievous eyes, the rest of her face too tired to express anything beyond disgruntlement. "We haven't even found a place to stay yet, thanks to him." She shot a despairing glance towards Aiden, who remained clueless as he focused on frantically scrolling through Tripadvisor.

After a few seconds subjected to her scrutinising glare, he finally looked up, quick to catch on. "I thought I'd reserved a room!" The rebuttal did nothing to deter the blame placed on him. "And now, apparently, everywhere is either completely booked or way too fucking expensive."

You could feel tensions were running high: the fatigue of the day finally catching up as seasonal humidity weighed down you. Eve sighed before stepping closer to grab hold of Aiden and attempt to calm him down. For the sake of giving them some space, your attention switched back to the most haunted locations list.

"There doesn't happen to be a hotel on your spooky list, does there?" Bryan shifted to stand beside you, his height casting a shadow over the screen. Out of the four of you, he appeared to be the calmest, maintaining both appearance and a sense of humour.

"Actually," His comment jolted your memory. "I think there might've been."

"That could work. It won't be busy seeing as no one chooses to stay somewhere creepy besides freaks like you."

He elbowed you lightly, though you were too preoccupied to return his witty remarks. Instead, you concentrated on scanning the website. Paragraphs about sites of massacres and cursed houses blurred past with every swipe, eventually halting as you read the title you'd been searching for.

"The Hotel Cortez." You read aloud, attracting the group's attention and putting an end to Eve and Aiden's distant bickering. "This building's violent history began long before its construction had even finished, playing host to notorious serial killer James Patrick March. However, despite the morbidity associated with the hotel's first owner, it has remained open for business ever since the opening in 1926. Since then, numerous deaths and disappearances have been associated with the property..." You trailed off, deciding not to read any further for fear that the others would be disturbed by the more recent history.

A conflicted silence fell over the group as they considered the option.

"It's at 317 South Spring Street. We could get a taxi." You added, if only to encourage them.

The silence continued for another beat.

"It'll be cheap." Bryan chimed in. "And probably empty."

"True." Aiden muttered, seemingly having made up his mind. "Probably a dump, but it's the best we can do right now."

He turned to Eve, the only one who had yet to say anything. She shrugged, the gesture of indifference contrasting with the general disgust reflected on her face. Clearly the prospect of staying at the Hotel Cortez wasn't an appealing one, but she was reluctant to argue and bicker anymore.

"It's settled then." Aiden clapped his hands together, happily relinquishing his prior responsibility for the accommodation. "Murder hotel it is."

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As the taxi pulled up outside the Hotel Cortez, evening was just beginning. The endless hoards of businessmen and families that had once filled the streets were slowly being replaced by club goers and junkies. Or perhaps it was due to location rather than time of day. The hotel didn't exactly look like the fine establishment your friends had been hoping for. To you, however, it looked intriguing.

With the sun skimming across the horizon, the building was highlighted by a thulian pink hue. The colour danced dimly across the walls, concentrated in the glass of each window and cast back out like the hotel was emitting its own light. There was an otherworldly appearance to the phenomenon, piquing your interest and adding a bounce to your step as you exited the taxi. Without the confinement of the vehicle, the building loomed menacingly overhead, accompanied by a chilling breeze.

You remained transfixed by it, hypnotized by the stillness of it. There was no sign of the chaos usually associated with hotel lobbies. No one entering or exiting. Not a single sign of life.

"Well at least we don't have to worry about reservations." Eve appeared to your right, handing you the suitcase you'd neglected to unload from the taxi. "Place looks deserted."

"Yeah, it's quiet." You added, then politely stepped back to allow a group of people to pass by. They already looked partially drunk, though were unusually quiet while walking past the building. "Like the hotel is absorbing the noise rather than creating it."

"Wow." Eve shook her head in mock contemplation, then dramatically gestured toward the door. "Poets first."

You rolled your eyes at the mockery, but lead the way nonetheless, hearing her call out "Let the hotel be your muse!" from behind you.

Each step closer to the hotel felt lighter than the last. Like an invisible weight was being lifted from your shoulders- the burden of the modern world left behind as you pushed open the intricately designed doors. Your fingers itched to run across every groove and notch of the Art Deco engravings, but curiosity compelled you onwards into the lobby. A rush of cool air suffused around you, although the tell-tale hum of the aircon unit was missing. But the strange detail was soon overlooked when you craned your neck upwards to admire the grandeur of the foyer.

It was indescribable. A glorious mix of red and gold that both surpassed your expectations, and unnerved you. Even though the lobby was distinctly beautiful, there was something disconcerting about it also. Perhaps it was the vast ceiling, or the eerie silence. Maybe the lingering smell that numbed your senses, or the ominous haze that seemed to engulf the opposite end of the room. Still, despite the dreamlike appearance, you'd never felt more awake. Your eyes darted all over the lobby, pursuing each dark corner and chasing after every minute detail with unprecedented eagerness.

At first, you glossed over the figure poised lifeless, half hanging over the edge of the banister without a care in the world. Oh, but she had certainly seen you. Even with the distance between, you could see her eyes raking over your form, not bothering to spare a glance at any of the others. You felt your attention for the hotel dwindle as your curiosity about the woman increased. She stood out from her surroundings, yet you struggled to picture her existing anywhere else. The hotel had formed around her image; the hazy atmosphere from the smoke of her cigarette, the colour scheme made to match her leopard print coat, the inconsistent mix of light and dark to frame her frizzy hair. It was all for her.

You watched as she reached some kind of conclusion, discarding her cigarette with a flick and backing away out of view, staring at you all the while. She was ominously enchanting. An almost morbid interest- similar to the strange enjoyment received from watching something be destroyed.

A gentle tap on your arm yanked you back into reality.

"You alright?" Bryan asked tentatively, ducking into your line of vision to keep you reluctantly tethered to the present.

You smiled reassuringly. "Yeah, just tired." Though he remained unconvinced.

A shrill ring reverberated throughout the empty lobby. And again as Aiden impatiently hit the bell once more. Taking advantage of the distraction, you dodged any further questioning from Bryan by joining the other two at the front desk.

"Someone must've heard that, right?" His hand hovered over the bell, posed to ring it again.

"Yes, someone definitely did." The low, raspy voice sounded closer than it was. Echoing round your head like she'd been there the entire time. Smoke seeping in through your ears, wrapping itself around your skull, curling and stretching to fill every crevice.

Gentle footsteps passed alongside, proceeded by the distinct scent of nicotine, perfume and something else entirely unique to her. Or rather, to the hotel. You could only describe it as aged, accumulated over years and years of human suffering and sentiment.

The woman was stood in front of you now, purposefully turned away from the group. Casually, she hoisted herself over the counter to stand behind the check in desk, her eyes trailing along to Eve, Bryan and Aiden, as though only now noticing them.

"Welcome to the Hotel Cortez." She grinned unkindly. "Reservations?"

Your friends exchanged glances, silently arguing about who should answer. They appeared uneasy around her. So were you, but your curiosity persevered. "We don't have a reservation."

Slowly, she turned toward you, a malicious smirk stretching across her face. "Well, maybe you'll just have to bunk with me." She bit her lip with mock, taunting innocence.

"For Christ's sake, Sally!" A shorter woman entered from the correct door, bustling about behind the desk with practiced familiarity. She- not so subtly- whispered something about behaving to Sally, who looked at her with such disgust that you immediately shared in her hatred.

A hushed insult and a roll of the eyes and Sally was gone, slamming the door behind her, perfume lingering in the air. Without her nearby, the scent had a palpable air of melancholy to it.

"Sorry about that." The woman said. You looked back at her, eyes darting down to read her name badge. "Dumb junkies- can't get rid of 'em. Anyway, let's get you folks checked in." Iris clapped her hands together, smile no less malicious than Sally's.

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"There's no Wi-Fi or functioning aircon- not that it needs it, the entire place is freezing, and it smells so bad!" Eve flopped down onto the bed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she finished rattling off her list of complaints. "Oh, and that woman! The way she stared at me when I said I wanted a double to share with Aiden- then inconveniently informed me all those rooms were booked. Fucking prude."

"You mean Iris?"

Eve finally turned to look at you from where she'd collapsed on the adjacent bed. She frowned. "Who?"

"The check in lady. It said on her name badge."

"Oh."

"Yeah," You sat up, swivelling round to let your feet touch ground. "thought you'd want to know the name of the person you're complaining about." You sighed. Despite the exhaustion of travel, you were unable to relax fully and had started to lose your patience.

An idea sprung to mind. Not necessarily a good one, but an appealing one. "I'm pretty sure I saw a bar downstairs in the lobby." A libation would soothe your nerves, and with some alcohol in her system, Eve would be more forgiving. "Wanna go investigate?"

"Not tonight, sorry." She shot you an apologetic glance. "But go ahead."

Seeing how she'd basically sunk into the mattress, you concluded that no amount of convincing would get her to change her mind. Though surprisingly, the prospect of drinking alone had greater appeal.

"Ok, well." You reached across the bed to grab your phone and wallet. "I have my phone, so text if you need anything."

"I would if this building wasn't a fucking dead zone!" She called out as you shut the door behind you. Unable to resist throwing one final insult at the hotel.

All four walls of the corridor were identical, with odd patches of darkness strewn throughout that made it especially disconcerting to navigate. Standing at what felt like the site of a crime, you could understand how the hotel had amassed such a dark history. The carpet seemed to stretch endlessly, pattern and colour worn from usage. As your eyes trailed further down, they fell upon a figure.

She was wearing a traditional maid's uniform, striding toward you at breakneck speed with a towering pile of laundry balanced precariously in her arms. The type of character you'd expect to see in a black and white film from a bygone era. So, when she eventually took notice and spoke to you, her antiquated accent didn't come as a surprise.

"Room 51!" She exclaimed while breezing past. "One of the few rooms misfortune has yet to spread. Her brisk pace didn't falter. "Good luck!" She turned the corner, leaving you alone once more.

You paused, mind attempting to comprehend the numinous encounter that you had experienced mere seconds ago. Everything about the hotel was strange, but it didn't deter you from resuming your pursuit for a drink. You went left, praying it was the right way, relieved to spot the elevator doors wide open and waiting.

The sinister silence of the building had been weighing down on you since arrival, so the creaks and groans as the elevator descended were a welcomed reprieve. You found the quietness of the hotel perturbing; as if there was something, or someone, that you could neither see nor hear. Out of all the places you had visited that were supposedly 'haunted' the Hotel Cortez was the only one that you truly believed could be.

The doors opened, screeching across the floor in protest. A wave of familiarity rushed over you. Despite having spent barely ten minutes in the lobby, it was already so familiar to you. A home away from home. You guessed your attachment to the hotel was due to the history gnawing at its walls, wearing away at the structure while simultaneously adding a certain charm to it. Whilst inside, you could sense the many stories untold, lurking in the air, becoming a part of you.

In comparison, the lobby and bar felt strangely empty.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, you had noticed even from a distance that you were alone. A quick glance at your watch confirmed it was nearly 10pm. You would've expected to see a gaggle of businessmen drinking away their sorrows by now, yet even the bartender was missing. Was it not open?

As you approached, a gentle tune begun playing. A ballad: not quite melancholic, not quite cheerful. The coincidentally perfect timing convinced you to take a seat, if only to appreciate a moment of isolation in the company of good music. Perched at the bar, you rolled your head back with a sigh, finally feeling your joints loosen from the arduous journey.

"Wow..." The word was dragged out by a new voice, the stranger encircling you, then stepping into view as they took place behind bar. "An actual paying customer- well. Assuming you pay, that is." Her voice held an ounce of threat, though she had kind eyes. "I'm Liz, what can I get you?"

"Whatever's cheapest." You smiled, grasping your hands together and leaning forward.

"Let me guess. You're a student," She pointed an accusatory finger at you. "worrying about debt. Probably on a budget?"

You nodded.

"And every last dime you currently have went into this trip?"

"Spot on." Distracted by the idle conversation, you completely forgot about the drink until it was placed before you.

Liz grimaced pityingly. "Trust me, you're at the wrong hotel."

Taking a sip, you winced at the taste, opting to down it in one go. "As staff aren't you meant to be promoting it?"

"Well, yes I suppose." Wordlessly your glass was refilled. You watched as Liz poured from an unlabelled bottle, her eyes flickering up to something over your shoulder. "But if you don't believe me, then have a little chat with her..."

Before you had the chance to reassure Liz that you very much would like to hear what she had to say, someone slid into a seat a few spaces away. You didn't need to look up to know who it was.

"Sally. What can I get for you?"

Sally glanced in your direction and tried to smirk, though the expression didn't go beyond her eyes which were surrounded by smudged makeup, tear streaks staining her cheeks. "I'll have whatever she's having."

She was unique. A phantom of the past who screamed to be heard, unashamedly expressing herself in a way that you longed to. You weren't going to waste this opportunity.

"You're going to be disappointed." You swivelled round to face her. "I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu."

She let out a laugh, short and high pitched. "Doesn't matter. Everything tastes the same anyway." There was a genuine bitterness to her voice and glossiness to her eyes that you recognised as the hopelessness of a junkie. The type of person you'd been warned to avoid.

This only enticed you.

Taking your response as an invitation, she smoothly slid into the seat next to yours, mirroring your position by leaning in. Up close, the scent of her perfume was overwhelming, you were drowning in it with every breath you took. Neither said anything for a beat, both content staring at one another, certain of the other's intentions and willing to take it slowly. Savour every second of the chase.

"So, what brings you to the Cortez?"

You smiled to yourself, momentarily breaking eye contact with her. "A series of bad luck, really."

Liz ambled over to refill both your glasses. "That's the case for most people."

Sally looked up at her, quirked an eyebrow. It must've been some kind of silent communication between them as Liz responded by shaking her head almost imperceptibly. Nevertheless, she left shortly after, leaving you two alone with your drinks.

"My friend forgot to reserve a room in the hotel we'd all agreed on." You explained, purely to fill the silence left by Liz's departure.

"And how'd you find this place?" She seemed only mildly interested in the conversation, but was transfixed watching you.

You hid a smirk behind your glass, answering once you'd placed it back down. "A list of the most haunted locations in LA."

"Oh." She chuckled, reaching into the pocket of her coat folded on the seat to the right of her. "You're one of those psychos who gets off on the idea of seeing a ghost." Fumbling round for a minute, she eventually produced a packet of cigarettes.

"Actually, I don't believe in ghosts." For the first time in your life, the words sounded wrong. You weren't sure what had changed, but if you had to guess, it was something to do with the woman sitting beside you.

"Really?" She lifted the cigarette pack up for you to see. "Want one?"

"Sure." You watched her flip open the top, scowling at there being only one left. "Do you believe?"

"What? In ghosts?" Balancing the cigarette between her lips, she lit it with rehearsed ease, puffing out a mouthful of smoke and pausing to think. She eyed you up and down, a predatorial look dancing across her features. "You're looking at one."

She was insane.

You scoffed. "Not sure I'm drunk enough to believe that yet." You reached for the bottle Liz had generously left on the bar, pouring yourself another drink.

"How about something a little stronger?" Her voice tickled your ear, leaving you to wonder when she'd got so close. The cigarette was raised to inches away from your lips, her other arm slipping around your back as she shifted closer, trapping you. "Go on."

Your eyes flickered down, noticing the lipstick staining it. There was something so intimate about the act that gave you hesitance, as though she were offering you a binding contract: for what, you had no clue. Staring into her eyes, you felt that you would be willing to sell your soul for whatever this woman was offering.

Slowly, with eyes never leaving hers, you pressed the end to your lips and inhaled. It had been a while since you'd last smoked. The sensation was still vaguely familiar, although breathing something other than air felt a little like breathing underwater. A warmth filled your chest. The heat of the alcohol inflamed by the smoke in your lungs. One drag was enough for you. And for her to realise you were completely under her control.

In her mind, she had won.

Observing your every move, Sally bit her bottom lip, a supressed smile lifting up the corners of her mouth. She also looked to be on the verge of tears, though you suspected she often was. "Not many people appreciate this hotel." She sat back, taking another drag, waving the cigarette round as she spoke. "But I think you will."

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You sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, unable to relax with the prospect of an approaching high. Sally was busy in her own world, preparing everything while softly humming the tune of a song you vaguely recognised. The scene was strangely normal, a distant sense of deja vu creeping up your spine. Not from your own own lifetime, but Sally's. As if you could see into her memories and sense what she elected to ignore: the regretful familiarity behind every action, a resigned sadness that she was gradually succumbing to.

Soon enough, Sally's cold hands were grasping your arm. Her attention solely focused on searching for a vein, yours stolen by the chance to admire her in a moment of distraction. She trailed a finger across your skin as though indulging in the feel of it, the warmth it emitted which she seemed to lack. You shivered and drew closer, your free hand resting on her waist. At the contact, she jolted, finally looking up at you. For a brief pause, you saw how she was taken aback at the closeness. You felt her breath fan across your face, the intimate act imploring you to lean forward just a little.

Her temporary display of vulnerability hardened into a mischievous smile. It was too late now.

"This shit is the best, I promise." Her hand lowered, resting the needle against your skin, posed to pierce at any moment.

You took a deep breath, clearing your mind of the previous temptation. "I'm counting on it."

A prick just below the crease of your elbow alerted you to the oncoming wave. Soon confirmed by a surge of euphoric energy suffusing across your entire body. From the tip of your head to the ends of your toes, all you could feel was pure bliss. Your vision was blurring, the world spinning all around you. And yet you still saw Sally. A taunting ghost of normalcy standing out in the heroin induced haze. A necessary grounding to Earth.

You were staring at her for an indiscriminate amount of time, and all the while she she was staring right back at you. Her hand raised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The taste of her touch was addictive. You instantly craved more, chasing after her hand as it lowered, disappointed when she moved to stand up. She was leaving- but you weren't sure you could live without her anymore. It felt as though you lived purely for her, and that if she left, you'd simply cease to exist. Your hazy mind concluded that you needed to stop her from going.

As she went to walk past, you grabbed hold of her arm, though you were unsure of how strong of a grip to use. Too light and she might fade away, too tight and you would hurt her. With all the anxieties clouding your judgement you hadn't thought any further ahead. What were you supposed to do now? How should you keep her here?

A mix of confidence and panic prompted you to tug Sally towards you.

Thrown off balance by the unexpected movement, she fell down onto you. There was no hesitation this time. With both hands you grabbed her face, bringing her lips to crash against yours. Sally allowed herself to be dragged down as you fell backwards onto the bed. Your limbs settled into a tangled position, both of you too distracted to care. You bit down on her lip and she hissed in pain, encouraging her to press impossibly closer. The taste of blood created an unprecedented hunger within you as you longed for her to draw your own blood: to seal some kind of unspoken pact with equal sacrifice. Sally groaned when your leg shifted to press between her thighs, though you didn't have the energy to apply any real pressure.

All around you, the room seemed to dissolve into a dreamlike blur. It became impossible to focus on anything, your mind sent reeling and aching. The only respite from the nausea was keeping your eyes shut. Darkness did less damage than light. Your muscles relaxed, your body surrendering to exhaustion. It became tiresome to think, let alone pursue anything further with Sally. A twilight state of sleep was falling upon you, although the usual peace accompanying it was missing and fighting the sensation was futile. So, even when Sally's lips eventually left your own, you didn't bother to open your eyes.

You couldn't.

#hypodermic sally x reader #sally mckenna x reader

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coentinim · 4 months

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Would anyone be interested in a scary fic about yandere Hypodermic Sally who keeps you sewn into the mattress but it's also romantic and gay and very very sweet?

#it's in my drafts rn #sally mckenna #ahs sally #ahs #hypodermic sally #sally mckenna x reader #ahs hotel #american horror story hotel

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ahsfan05 · 2 years

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Sarah Paulson Masterlist

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American Horror Story

Billie Dean Howard:

Lana Winters:

Cordelia Goode:

Sally McKenna:

After All These Years part 1 part 2

Audrey Tindall:

Ally Mayfair-Richards:

There's No Place I'd Rather Be

Wilhemina Venable:

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The Goldfinch

Xandra:

Xandra With An X part 1 part 2

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Down With Love

Vikki Hiller:

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Mrs America

Alice Macray:

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getlostsquidward · 3 years

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no body, no crime

Sally McKenna x fem!reader

A/N: Based on the prompt date idea: bury the corpses of people your s/o killed together. I just twisted it a bit. Title from another Taylor song lmao

Warnings: blood, murder

Summary: The basement of Hotel Cortez was the dumping site of corpses. There should be a pile of bodies welcoming Sally’s sight, only to find it empty.

Another day, another body was dumped in the secret basement of the Cortez. Normally, Liz and Iris would be the ones to toss the dead people in the dark, mostly victims of the bloodthirsty residents of the hotel; but Sally had gone bored of ripping mattresses apart and keeping her victim inside. There was one time, after chucking a body, the frizzy-haired woman mounted herself in the little space and slipped her body downwards, like a kid in the playground slides.

Instead of little kids cheering for her when she’d gone down, it would be silence and a pile of corpses that would welcome her. The room reeks of rotten bodies and cigarette smoke, as Sally would often find solace in this rather twisted paradise. It was ironic that she would seek the company of dead people than the alive ones. The living ones would only leave her, bring her sadness more than she already feels, but the dead won’t leave her alone. As if they can.

Sally had gone back to the room through the vent again to come back for her latest victim who she hadn’t killed yet but decided to throw amongst the dead for the satisfaction of seeing the man’s remaining resolve crumble down with the sight of his company.

To her absolute surprise, he wasn’t there. Nor the rest of the bodies.

She frantically search the hallways, went back to her room to see if the man had gone there, only to find it empty. Then she rode the elevator, hoping to see him in the bar or at the lobby. He couldn’t have escaped that quickly, can he?

She found no one, save for Liz at the bar and Iris at the reception. Sally had asked both if they saw them. They didn’t.

She sat at the stool at the bar, her head resting on her hand. Liz gave her the usual and a cigarette stick. Sally had started rambling about how she found the basement empty and how she fucked up by not killing the man.

Liz only half-listened to the woman but she had an idea of where they had gone. Of who collected the bodies, but she didn’t speak.

Finishing her drink, the ghost went back to her room and plopped down the bed. She didn’t think that she would feel exhaustion even she’s dead.

Five minutes into slipping out of her headspace, she was startled by the scream coming from the vents. Certain that it was her victim, she scurried to the source of the voice.

Sally was momentarily blinded when she arrived in the room. What the hell? This place was as dark as the basement save for the neon signages on the walls but now the curtains were fully opened and the sunlight completely illuminates the room. Once she regained her sight she saw the corpses in different positions, and someone in the middle of the room… painting?

She didn’t reveal her presence yet, observing the way the stranger holds the paintbrush and waves her hand like a conductor in a symphony. She stood there for a while, stuck in a trance. The ghost had forgotten why she went there in the first place until her victim cried again. He was weak, limp body trying to crawl out of the room.

She watched as the painter huffed and sat to match their eye line. “Can you please go back to your spot? You’re dying, right? Why don’t you sit back there and wait peacefully for your death?”

He didn’t pay attention to her and continued to crawl, but stopped when he caught sight of Sally. Another sob escapes from his mouth, a cry of hopelessness. There was no way he would get out of the Cortez alive.

A smug grin was plastered on Sally's face as she feels the gratification pooling in the depths of her. No, the look on the man’s face right now was so much better than she imagined.

“Okay sweetheart, time’s up-” The woman stood up and turned, and was startled by Sally’s presence. Once she regained her composure, she reverted her attention to the man on the floor. She flipped the man’s body with ease so he was facing her.

“Consider this your lucky day, sweetheart,” she whispered with a honeyed voice, a finger trailing the man’s cheek. “You’re my 100th kill.”

She then slit the man’s throat by the sharp edge of her gloves, like the one the Countess uses. The woman had collected some blood, but instead of drinking it, she placed it in a small jar.

“I don’t consume blood. I mix them with my paint, in case you’re wondering,” she mused, the words directed to Sally.

Once she was done, she placed the materials back on her table and took off the gloves. She straightened out her dress and approached Sally, a hand outstretched.

“Hope you enjoyed the show. What’s your name?”

“Sally,” the ghost answered, eyes glassy and curious as to who this woman was. She’d never seen her before.

“Sally. I’m Y/N. Let me buy you a drink.”

You went to the bar and hugged Liz, you haven’t seen the woman for a while. Well, you haven’t let yourself be seen for a while, rather enjoying the isolation. Liz gave you and Sally a drink and excused herself.

“You’re not like them? That only means you’re a ghost too.”

“Yes, well, my sister tried to infect me but I refused. It would be hypocritical of me to say this but I’m not really fond of killing people,” you said as you stood up and went behind the bar to search for that can of beer you missed. “That’s why I just take your trash.”

Sally only chuckled about how your eyes sparked otherwise when you killed the man earlier. “Why are you here?”

“You mean how did I die?”

Sally lit your cigarette for you, and you took a puff before continuing. “James.”

Her eyebrows raised, stupefied. She didn’t speak so you let on, “I knew something that I shouldn’t have and if I relayed that information to the Countess she would leave, well, kill him. So he killed me first.”

You’d accounted how you didn’t reveal yourself at first, still overwhelmed that you were trapped in the place as the same man who killed you. When you heard that James was dead too, that’s when you showed up.

The information that you would tell your sister, how James had Valentino and his wife locked away in the same place, forbidding them to meet with the Countess and running away was in the back of your mind now, letting her find out for herself. She couldn’t possibly harm James after all. Her hatred towards him will only grow.

Babysitting your nephew Bartholomew, and sometimes the other kids were how you let time pass. Your first kill was a man who was lurking the hallways he shouldn’t be in. It was exhilarating, watching him die. The look on their faces when they realize there’s nowhere to go, that they were about to take their last breath. It’s making you feel things but limited yourself from harming just anyone. You’d rather let the bloodthirsty and other ghosts do the dirty work for you. Though sometimes you miss the tingle killing people gives you so you do it yourself, and that’s why even though you were here for a long time now, you consider a hundred a small number compared to the killings of the older residents of the Cortez made.

Sally held up her glass and clinked it with yours. “Not all can appreciate this lovely darkness. Here’s to your 100th kill.”

“Here’s to my new friend,” shooting her a wink.

“Cheers.”

“So you going back to your cave now?” your newfound friend asked, lighting another cigarette. There was a hint of sadness in her raspy voice. She was hoping you wouldn’t hide again.

“No. I found something more interesting now,” you downed the last of your drink, leaning your arms against the counter to inch closer to Sally.

Your noses were touching, and you ghost your lips against hers. “Bring another unlucky human to your room tomorrow night. I want to watch how you kill them.”

Pulling away before Sally captures your lips, you leaned towards her ear and breathed, “It’s a date.”

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson imagine #ahs hotel #american horror story #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #hypodermic sally x reader #sally mckenna x reader #the countess #james patrick march

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simpingfortheages · 3 years

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//COME STAY HERE WITH ME//

Sally Mckenna x fem reader

(SUSPENSE, FLUFF if you squint, ANGST, has a twist )

Promises aren't words without meaning. They leave a mark on your soul you need to fulfill.

The reader just isn't ready to make such a big commitment. Sally doesn't approve or believe her and she is determined to change that.

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"Sally I love you of course I do. I will come back soon, i promise but you seriously cannot expect me to stay here forever" I argued with her as I hurriedly pack my carryon with unfolded clothes. Sally sat silently on the bed dwelling in her own thoughts. I could feel her sharp eyes bore into the back of my head as i maneuvered my way around the small room collecting my things. She didn't speak after i made that statement, no she just looked upon my sloppy movements .

The atmosphere in the room was stifling, the air was stale of sex and cigarette smoke. I was choking on the suspense of what Sally was going to do. I know she would never kill me, she promised me that. I was almost done packing when I turned around,only to meet her towering figure standing right behind me. She was a hair's width away. " I really wished you'd stay" she said in raspy low octave . There was not a door or window open to let a draft in, that was because it was her voice that sent shivers running and prickling along my spine. " I will come back to you very soon. I promise Sally" I replied to her, with a lack of commitment in my voice. Sally has managed to keep me stuck in the Cotez for 4 months. My family misses me, my job , my house was all waiting for me at home. I love Sally I really do, but I just wasn't ready. Sally slowed squinted her eyes at my response as though she was analyising each piece of word that left my mouth. I gave her a nervous side smile before I bent down to zip up my carryon. As I gathered my bag I made my way hesitantly toward the door. I felt as though Sally could read my mind. She may be a ghost but she doesn't have the special ability to read minds.

The humidity and tension in the room,caused beads to sweat to form and roll down the side of my face, the sticky and disgusting feeling of my shirt sticking to my armpits and my back didn't make my situation any easier. I squeezed my eyes tightly to try and get rid of the on coming headache, my stomach was churning. It was getting hard to breathe at this point. I gripped the copper handle of the hotel door and slowed turned it to make my way out of the room. *SLAM* the door was shut. I blinked a few times to understand what just happened. I looked at the door only to see a black chipped nail polished hand pressing firmly against it. My suspicions were confirmed. It was Sally who shut the door. The coldness from her close proximity radiated off her ghost form, but the breathe I felt on the nape of my neck was warm and inviting. Sally was really close. I didn't even realised my breathe was held, I was making myself feel faint just by her being close to me. I didn't have to turn around and face Sally since she was already leaning over my fraile form . She moved herself closer to place her red messy lipstick lips near my right ear. " You really didn't think I'd let you leave..." Sally began whispering in my ear. I didn't let her finish her sentence, she was cut off from the loud release of shakey breathe I was previously holding. Fuck! Sally was going to kill me right here and now I thought. Her soft frizzy hair was brushing my sweaty hot face, but the way my body was reacting didn't affect her. Sally wouldn't care if i were covered in blood so why would sweat deter her. She was nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck, without thinking I closed my eyes and leaned into her. The gentle kisses that she left upon my neck each sent small electrical pulses down to my stomach. She knew what she was doing. " like I was saying y/n,you really didn't think I'd let you leave....without your phone?" She said in a teasing manner as she pushed the device into my hands. Sally angled her head even closer to the side of my face , my facial expression was one of relief. However my heart still said otherwise, the rapid palpitation of each beat could have been heard if not for the muffled sound of traffic on the streets outside. It took me a while to find my words of gratitude, but Sally was patient. She continued to stare and admire the every twitch and subtle movement my face made. I couldn't bring myself to meet her hopeful eyes. Her eyes held a wanting future with me at the Cortez, she spoke many time how the least painful way to kill me was like Overdose with the use of her white China...but I didn't want any of that. I love Sally. Just not to death. Her body was now pressed against me, it was not one of a sexual manner just one to give the feeling that I was her prey and she was the predator.

Sally does scare me. No one knows the extent that she will go to keep something or someone she wants, there's no real way to stop a ghost such as herself. I forced myself to mumble a thank you, which would have gone unnoticed if it weren't for her face being so close to mine. Sally only replied with a soft pur, she really knew what she was doing because my toes curled at the erotic sound the woman made . We stayed in this position for a couple more seconds but not before Sally moved closer to my neck and licked a wet strip along the side of it. A pathetic whimper ripped it's way from my throath into the still air of the room. She swiftly removed her palm from the door allowing me to leave. My body was flustered and longed for more contact with Sally. She has me wrapped around her finger and boy did she know that. I wasn't going to throw myself into her arms, this time I am committed to leaving the Cotez. As I opened the door to exit, the warm air from the hallway came rushing in to mix with the cold air that was created inside the room. I turned around to wish Sally goodbye....but she was gone. I couldn't feel her presence anymore in the room. Maybe she was else where. The walk to the elevator was a long one, I tried to look down each corridor to see if she was lingering near by. No luck.

Did she not miss me? Will she move onto someone else?. As the elevator doors opened my thoughts were interuppted. The lobby was empty, no Liz and Iris arguing. The help desk just sat there in silence. I fumbled with my bags waking towards the exit. A feeling of unwanted and doubt returned in my stomach. Was this the right choice? I have already made it this far. I have been trying to leave the Hotel for the past 2 weeks. I furrowed my eyebrows at the thought of me succumbing to my weakness . No. I am going to leave. I will return to visit Sally, of course I will, but I just couldn't stay here forever. I took a deep breath, the cold icey air filled my lungs giving me a new sense of confidence. I marched my way towards the exit, taking one last look at the place I called me home for the past months.

I was almost to the door when i felt a sudden drop in temperature. The hairs at the back of my neck was now alert. The silence was in room was filed with Crying??? I turned my heels and saw her standing in the middle of the lobby with black tears running down her porcelain face. My heart broke at the sight. "YOU'RE REALLY LEAVING ME??" Sally screamed into the quietness of.the lobby. I visibly flinched at the level her voice raised, I opened my mouth and basically explained to Sally that it was only going to be for a while and that I would return to the Cortez and that I do love her. Her face that was once filled with hurt and anger was slowly replaced with confusion but slight understanding. The pout her bottom lip did and the way her brown doe eyes looked at me, made me drop my carryon. I

impulsively ran towards Sally and enveloped my arms around her. She immediately returned the hug, while I nudged my face into her chest as she rested her head upon my head. Sally felt like home but there was still so much for me to do outside the Hotel.

Her embrace was like poison to me yet it was the antidote at the same time. Time seemed to not exist at this exact moment. I felt Sally turn her head and rest her cheek on the top of my head trying to get as close to me as possible. Even though almost every night for 4 months we cuddled like this, I will never get enough of it. However, I really needed to get going, I loosened my grip around her waist in hopes of her understanding to let go, but she remained hugged me in her arms. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, " Sally baby let go" I requested, my voice was still kind of muffled since my face was basically pressed against the material of her dress. Sally silence my request with an elongated shush, as she increased the hold she had around my body. It was getting hard to even breathe, Sally was basically smothering me . I wedged my hands between our bodies and pressed the heels of my palm into her chest . Trying to push myself away with everything I have to break free of her deadly hold. At this point the only think that filled my nose and lungs were the cheap perfume Sally wore that her victim's brought with them to the Hotel. "SALLY WHAT THE FUCK LET GO" I screamed. I wiggled and started to hyperventilate still fighting her. Sally didn't budge. "GOD SALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WIT-" ....no....she wouldn't . She said she wouldn't. My mind was going haywire at the thought. I stopped fighting against her and let my arms drop to the side. What the fuck??? There it was again. A sharp burning sensation in my back. It was hurting to breathe at this point. The pain was unbareable, sounds of agony and pain escaped my throath as hot tears cascaded down my face. The combination of the pain in my back and the difficulty to breathe was too much for me. Sally's grip around me was now loose enough for me to shove her off and step back. I felt weak, my knees buckled and gave out, I fell to the floor landing on my knees. The new angle allowed me to get a good view of Sally. She was smiling with joy, tear of happiness running down her face. The bitch welded a fucking kitchen kife covered in crimson blood,not just any blood. It was my blood .Sally Mckenna stabbed me in my back . My lover was planning on killing me. The wounds she created started poured a bloody waterfall down my back and onto the floor.

Sally smiled even bigger at the sight, she had this glint of something in her eyes. I couldn't tell what it was but my blood or whatever was still left in me began to boil. I hated Sally so much right now. There's no way in hell am I going to die in this fucking Hotel and be stuck here with her for all eternity. I gritted my teeth in pain and forced myself to push Sally onto the ground. It may not have been much but she fell back on the carpeted floor. This gave me time to turn on my knees and crawl towards to exit of the Cotez,to make quicker haste of my actions, I dropped down flat onto my stomach and tired to army crawl my way out of here. I craned my head backwards to see where Sally was but she was already back on her feet, the look of anger and annoyance was casted upon her face. I never stopped crawling away from her, the carpet that decorated the floor was now covered in a trail of my blood, my elbows were getting carpet burn but i didn't care. I heard the movements of Sally shifting behind me,she could have stopped me a long time now,but she just wanted to stand there and look down at me. It was sick. Her heel clicks were muffled into the floor, as they got closer. I screamed for help non stop, she didn't like that I was getting closer to the door. Sally grabbed me by my ankles pulling me away from my freedom. I tried to kick her away but my body was too weak. My nails were breaking and bleeding as I scratch along the carpet trying to grab hold of anything. I cried out in pain but Sally didn't care, " oh baby no come stay here with me" she cooed trying to calm me down. She managed to drag me away from the door. I knew if I even escaped her hold I wouldn't make the distance. So I cried, the adrenaline that was coarsing through my blood was now decreasing. My heart beat was soft and my eye lids were heavy. Sally parted her legs and pulled me flush against her chest. My back wounds made rough contact with her but I was too weak to even hiss. She was cruel, Sally sat me in such a way that I had clear view of the door.

I could see it, the sun shining down on all the people who walked the streets, the cars the hurriedly drove pass the Hotel . I detested the sight. I could have been one of those people who went about living their life. I was no longer crying, the tear tracks on my face were fresh but no more followed. Sally repated kissed the side of my temple whispering silent I love you's. I zoned her out at this point. If i was going to die in the Cortez that doesn't mean I have to interact with her. I hate you Sally. I hate you. "Y/N?" Sally spoke, breaking my silent brooding. I didn't acknowledge her but she knew she had my attention. " I'm going to speed up the process, so we can be together even faster" I ignored her, there was nothing more i could do. Sally gripped the knife that was covered in my blood and quickly slashed it across my neck. My eyes went wide. All i saw was red. My lungs quickly filled with my own blood, the only taste that painted my tongue was metallic. I cried for help but blood gushed its way out instead. My body began to feel prickly and cold. So this is how it felt to die. My vision became blurred, the doorway of the hotel was now unrecognizable. " close your eyes baby I am here...I will be here went you are awake" Sally whispered into my ears as she held me tighter. I complied, I closed my eyes and felt all the warmth slowly leave my body. This is how I died. I died by the hands and embrace of my so called ghost lover.

~~~~~~~time skip ~~~~~~~

I groaned as I stirred awake, I couldn't see properly but I could feel a weight on my chest,but it wasn't uncomfortable. I needed to blink a couple of times to clear my vision. I knew I was back in the Hotel but where was I exactly ? Apparently my shifting cause the weight on my chest to be lifted. I looked down and saw that it was Sally who was resting on me. My vision was still a little blurry, but i could have seen that she was smiling at me with her red bottom lip tuck away under her teeth. I tried to move but Sally moved her hand that was resting on my thigh and pressed it against my bare chest,shoving me back down onto the mattress. It dawned on me that I was completely naked,expect for the fact that I was wearing her leopard print coat. She saw the perplexed look on my face and answered the question in my head. "Your clothes were bloody, so I showered and wrapped you up in my coat.". I looked around and now realised that we back in her apartment. Room 64. I had so many questions, I wanted to yell at her but when I opened my mouth, all that came out was a soft "why?..." She looked at me with admiration and love. Her hands were wondering all over my naked body, ghosting over all my moles and scars. " You were going to break your promise, I just made sure you fulfilled it." She said in a matter of fact tone.

Sally punctuated the sentence with a kiss upon my chest. "You stabbed me and slit my throath why that way?" I further questioned the ghost. " You needed to hurt Y/N like how you hurt me , but it's all okay now because we are the same and we have each other" Sally justified . She moved to straddle me and cup my face as she recited the statement. Her forehead was now pressed against mine, and I could have felt the warmth of her breathe brushing across my face. Sally kissed me, but the kiss was not one of love ,it was one of fulfillment. She got what she wanted. Sally slipped her tongue pass my lips to deepened the kiss, I could hear the change in her breathing. It was loud and heavy. She was created a heated kiss, but I couldn't allow that to happen right now.

So i took my hands to shove her off of me.*CLINK* what the fuck??? I cut off Sally's kiss to turn my head and see what was the reason for the sound . My right hand was handcuffed to the bed. Sally looked down at my chest smirking as she rubbed her hands up and down from my chest up to my neck. She was ignoring the look of concern that was painted on my face. "Sally what the fuck??? Uncuff me" I demanded. All she did was laugh at my words. Sally crawled further up my body and played with the curls of my hair with her index finger. " no" was all she said. "What do you mean no??" I raged. Her patience was running thin now, her smile transformed into a scowl. Her hands gripped and dug into my jaw, " You are dead so that means you don't need food,you don't need sleep, you no longer need the requirements of the living."she spat her words out like it was venom. "You think I don't know you baby?"She continued, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes shifted from between my lips and my eyes every few seconds. " You cannot escape me and I am not going to let you avoid me" she finished. I was scrambling for words," wha-i but- sally you cannot keep me chained here" my voice was lowered this time, I spoke softly trying to get on her good side." I know baby but when you come back to me and understand that what i did was for us, I will uncuff you." Sally kissed my forehead and returned to her previous position of lying down on top of me. Her head was resting on my heart ,but I doubt she would be able to hear a beat. Silence surrounded the both of us, I tilted my head backwards hitting the bedrest with a soft thud. I accepted that this was now my faith and my future. My eyes were glued to the ceiling, taking in the smallest details, eventually focusing on the small cobweb being built in the corner. Sally whispered softly into the peaceful silence " y/n my love next time you should remember that promises are not just words spoken."

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