#american horror story season 5

[lcnelyghost]

how about James march trying his best to keep the reader away from the countess, but they eventually start talking and it ends up with the countess manipulating the reader into thinking James doesnt like them? some angst maybe idkkk

I hope u have a great day, Thank u sm!!

ps: i love ur work :)

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰//𝔧𝔭𝔪 ✰

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔭𝔤

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰

The sound of silence was the only sound present in the Cortez. Everyone was either out, asleep, or just trapped here, remaining in secret for however long they wished to be hidden.

You however, were wide awake in bed, just staring at the ceiling. James lay asleep beside you. His dark chocolate brown hair slightly messed up, a few bits resting upon his forehead. He always looked so peaceful when he was sound. You could never help but to admire his beautiful, sleeping form. With him being a ghost, he didn’t need much sleep. But even the dead got tired at times.

You sighed and slid out of bed, cringing when you saw James stir. You managed to creep quietly to another spot of the room, changing into clean clothes before leaving a note for you’re partner when he woke up.

Dearest James,

I have gone down to the bar for a bit of peace. I may not be here when you wake up, so no need to go looking for me. I will arrive back when i’m fully relaxed.

Love, Y/N.

You finished signing off the note before heading down to the bar. Luckily enough, Liz was still up serving drinks. So you wouldn’t need to help yourself and go a tad bit crazy. Perhaps she’d make sure you were keeping a limit on how much you were drinking.

She smiled at you before placing a glass down, putting in a few bits of ice. You liked when the two of you could talk in the dead hours of night. It was far more peaceful and no one would be able to disturb either of you.

“What are you in the mood for tonight, honey?” Liz asked. You requested you’re choice of beverage and she was busy making it within seconds. In the distance, you could see Sally sitting in one of the booths.

Liz handed you you’re drink and you thanked her gracefully. You took a sip before lighting a cigarette.

“Can’t sleep?” Liz guessed.

You shook you’re head and blew out a cloud of smoke. Not a single soul was in sight but yourself, Liz, and Sally. A chill ran down you’re spine as you listened in to the deadly silence.

“Is anyone else even up at this time?” You questioned. Liz just poured herself a drink and sat on the stool behind the bar.

“Well.. John sometimes comes down. I think Iris is probably sound asleep. And my Tristan always hits the snooze button the minute he lays down.” The two of you giggled. I think most of the ghosts were aware that Tristan LOVED his sleep. Even in death, he still found it incredibly important.

“Oh, and the Countess is always just out or in her room with Donovan or whoever she’s still with these days.” Liz said, swiftly gulping down her beverage. You raised a brow and stared behind her in deep thought.

“Everything ok honey?”

You were quick to snap back into reality. “Oh yeah, yeah. Just.. i’ve never seen her in person.”

Liz nearly choked on the small bag of chips she was now snacking on. “You’ve never seen the Countess?!?”

You awkwardly bit you’re lip. “No..”

Liz sighed a little. “Even.. even Mr March hasn’t mentioned her to you?”

“Nope..”

She looked rather confused but decided to shake it off. You were about to finish you’re drink but you seemed to notice how Liz was staring at the ground floor beneath the bar, paying close attention to the beautiful blonde woman walking through the doors.

“That’s her.”

“Sorry?”

“That’s the Countess.” Liz pointed out, getting herself off of the bar stool and pretending to clean up the minute the Countess caught her looking.

You drank the last of you’re glass before taking a good look at her. Soon enough, the two of you locked eye contact.

She smirked slightly before dismissing the thought of returning to her suite and heading up to the bar. Had you made a mistake by letting her notice you’re presence? You didn’t have a clue. From what you’ve heard of the Countess, you knew she wasn’t one to fuck around with. Be careful with you’re words. Always.

Her heels tapped against the stairs going upwards to the bar. Liz gave you a sort of ‘good luck’ expression before going off to speak to Sally.

She finally entered the bar and you turned you’re back to her, hoping she’d just go back to wherever she was originally planning on going.

That thought ended and you’re bubble was immediately burst. She took a seat on the bar stool next to you, sensing the fear radiating within.

“New face I take it?” She laughed with a slight hint of coldness to her tone, calling for Liz to come over and make her a drink. You saw the friendly, now nervous barmaid whisk out a large, fancy glass containing some sort of red liquid. You assumed it was wine, of course.

You gathered enough courage to face her, forcing a smile. “I’ve been here and there in the Cortez.”

“Hm, so what is it that draws you in to spend you’re time in this place?” The Countess questioned. You thought wisely about what answer you’d give her but just guessed it would be best to tell her the truth. You weren’t exactly threatened by her, but you just didn’t really want to know what she would do if you dared to offend her in any way, shape, or form.

“I stay here for someone who has drawn me in from the very first moment I met him.” You replied, watching her take a sip of her drink. She licked her lips and stared at you with great interest. Playfulness, even.

“Would I care to know this person?”

You sighed. “Maybe. Maybe not..”

She chuckled before signalling to you that she wanted an answer. Now.

“His name is James Patrick March. You may not have heard of him, but he has quite the reputation. So I won’t be surprised if you know who he is.”

She grinned wickedly before giggling softly. You blinked and wondered if telling her was the correct choice to make.

“Yes. As it turns out, i’m aware of who James is.”

You were confused on why she used his first name. You knew the guests and other ghosts only referred to him as Mr March. That was what he expected from all of them.

“Have you met?”

She laughed even further and you began to feel nauseous.

“James and I go way back. Though i’m sure you’re aware that he’s not from you’re timeline.” The Countess whispered. You nodded you’re head gently and didn’t know if you really wanted to find out how the Countess was acquainted with you’re beloved.

“You see, James and I were rather close back in our day. He appeared to have drawn me in with the same darkness I presume he drew you in with. It’s a pity though. Even when he put a ring on my finger, I didn’t entirely know what I was walking into.” Lying bitch. James had been the one to suffer for years due to her unloving and selfish personality. Though, that you had absolutely no clue about.

The minute she finished her last few sentences, you practically choked on you’re cold refill.

“I’m- i’m sorry?” You sputtered. James had a wife?

The Countess laughed again and took a few more sips of her drink. You felt yourself begin to feel like an idiot. James had been wed to her, and you knew nothing about it. He hadn’t mentioned anything that would indicate he had a previous lover. Especially not that his past lover was the Countess..

“I must warn you, he can be quite a handful when he wants to be. In fact, i’m still forced to have atleast one meal with him each month.” She huffed. You looked at her in disbelief. So that’s why James was never ‘available’ to see you on one specific day each month. Well, that’s how Miss Evers had put it.

“I’m guessing you’re aware of his past. I did not support his actions. But, I had to live with them. I tried to tell him about my doubts in our relationship, but I had no choice. I was stuck. I knew James would certainly never let me move forward..” The Countess lied again. Her tone was filled with pure, mock sadness.

You were at a loss for words. You’re.. you’re James was a control freak? If you ever wanted to leave him, he’d hold you captive within the walls of this hellhole?? That wasn’t what had struck you most. It’s the fact that he had been a lover of this woman for so long, and you didn’t even know about it..

I mean what could you possibly do? It was clear she wasn’t fond of him anymore, but was he still madly in love with her? Was he even YOU’RE James? Perhaps he’d been using you on the nights and days he never got to see the Countess.

“I must be getting back to my suite. Just.. keep in mind what I told you.” She grinned again, winking at you before abandoning her drink and leaving.

You sat there, a dreadful feeling of hurt and loneliness slowly passing over you. You’d been lied to. Again. So many men had all sorts of experiences in you’re life, and you thought James might just have been the one that changed everything. Well weren’t you the fool.

Liz came back over to you after she realised the Countess had left. She noticed the lining of tears in you’re eyes, suddenly growing worried.

“Sweetie, is everything alright?”

You fumbled for words. “I.. I need to go..”

You placed a hand over you’re mouth and dashed off. Leaving Liz confused and even more worried than what she was before.

***

You ran from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to get back to you’re suite. You passed Tristan on the way, he was fully clothed but was furiously rubbing at his clearly tired eyes. By the looks of it, he’d just awoken from his slumber.

“Oh hey Y/N..” He yawned, stumbling backwards when you shoved past him, still sobbing.

“Damn, someone’s pissed.” Tristan mumbled sleepily.

***

You finally reached you’re suite and burst through the door. There was no sight of James, so you ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

Curling up into a ball on the bed, you just sobbed. Sobbed and sobbed and sobbed you’re precious heart out, trying to release some of you’re pain.

James was quick to appear before you, totally stunned and extremely angry in case someone had hurt you.

“Darling! Oh, my darling.. what is wrong?” He said, reaching over to place a hand on you’re shoulder. You only flinched back in pure rage.

“Don’t touch me you bastard!”

James stared at you, wide eyed. He was totally bewildered. What had he done that would have hurt you so?

“I spoke with a familiar face in the bar. Very familiar, actually. You’d certainly know her..”

“Her?” He raised a brow.

“YOU’RE WIFE.”

James looked at you blankly. “Darling.. whatever do you mean?”

You scoffed and flew off the bed, pushing past him. He was quick to follow you into the sitting room.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ you asshat! You know exactly what I mean, James!” You screamed angrily. Flopping down onto the sofa in you’re fit of rage.

“Dearest please.. I don’t understand..”

You laughed at his foolishness. “The Countess. Does that ring any bells, Jimmy?”

He gulped slightly. You only referred to him as ‘Jimmy’ when you were extremely pissed. Now he knew he was in trouble.

“Dear, this a misunderstanding!” He yelled back. Beginning to grow frustrated with his words not even being acknowledged or listened to.

“James.. I know for a fact that this isn’t a misunderstanding. The Countess told me everything. How you got married, that you wouldn’t let her leave, how you trapped her in here! Is that what you’ll do to me?” You whimpered, noticing the look of hurt on his face.

He took a few steps closer to you and sat on the armchair nearby, sighing.

“My love, you know I would never hurt you. Ever. And as for the Countess, that woman isn’t so perfect herself. Our story.. wasn’t like that at all. I was betrayed, lied to. I thought I had fallen in love but I was so confused.. and desperate for that matter. Elizabeth used me as a distraction. A past lover of hers had passed away, and she felt herself also on the brink of death. So.. I tried so very hard to help the poor dear. Something in her had interested me, so.. I found myself feeling the need to make her happy. But what I didn’t know, was it was all a trick. A cruel, meaningless, trick. Her past lover was still alive and well. He offered to give her something I couldn’t. Immortality. That man had been infected with what appeared to be some sort of ancient blood virus.. something that would make one strong and forever beautiful. Elizabeth agreed to run away with him and his other lover, threatening to leave everything I had with her behind. They were all unaware that I knew all about this wicked plan. I.. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her back. I still craved her touch and the warm feeling of undying love. So, I hid her lover away within the walls of the Cortez. He was trapped. Never to be found again. Just a few years ago.. Elizabeth managed to find out about this news. I didn’t bother hiding it. Whatever I did wouldn’t matter. I was practically abandoned by her so many years ago. All I did was watch as she moved on from man to man, not a single thought going to me at all..”

You looked at him with shock. Feeling nothing but guilt and utter stupidity. The Countess hadn’t been the victim in all this. It was you’re James.. you’re poor, poor James.

“So, my dear. The Countess was not the first woman I fell in love with. It was you..” He whispered, getting up from his chair and kneeling down in front of you.

“Oh James.. oh James!” You cried, wrapping you’re arms around him.

“I’m sorry.. i’m so, so, so sorry!” You cried further. James shushed you gently and pulled out his handkerchief, drying you’re tear stained cheeks.

He pulled you into his touch, kissing you’re lips softly. You returned the kiss, turning it into a more passionate, loving experience.

“Darling..”

“Yes, James?”

“Marry me.”

***

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰!!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; @v-love (𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔳 𝔬𝔣𝔠)

[nakedphany20]

Why do we love scorpions men, and why is it him James Patrick March?

[buniia]

the countess // ahs s.5 // lady gaga

[taintandviolent]

Some Countess wallpapers! 🩸🗡️

{reblog/like if you use!}

[capuletoo]

Over and over again - Kai Anderson

note: Some time ago, someone called me out on only writing about Kai Anderson… what can i say i love writing about fake love.

summary: the reader encounters a friend they used to know very well

TW: sex, toxic relationship

words: 1.5k

[The alcohol that once filled your glass was long gone.

You watched your friends as they were in their own world, some were in strangers arms as you sat in the stall, finding the strength to get up and leave.

A strong presence arrived by your side. A pair of hands that you could recognize everywhere reached out to your glass.

“Let me get you another one” His blue strands of hair slicked back to a low bun. His piercing eyes shifted from your face to the bartender.

You ignored all the comments that floodled over your head. The warnings you always settled to yourself of never talking to him again. To not believe anything he said

“Your cologne is so strong” You turned your torso, watching him. “It reminds me of campfire smoke”]

“We are here” Kai dropped your legs from his back, setting your feet to the ground. Acid scrapping your throat, in the meantime, you tried to make out your surroundings, which was hard enough in the dark, moonlight only trickling along gates, combing through grass and the lone road. The number of buildings seemed scarce, all scattered like confetti.

That's when you remembered his words from earlier: “I know a museum nearby” only earning a “how will we get there?” from you, and here you were.

You never felt so close to anyone, and never felt obliged to be–but perhaps because he was the only one there, the only one you seemed to remember, a moment of desperation and urgency pushing you to grab him and speak soft and fast.

You headed towards the nearest door to a building you hadn't even noticed as the wind lashed you left and right.

Sculptures were on display. You jeered at nearly everything, from yellowing windows to accidentally kicking ove one of many unit lanterns trailing the narrow halls.

You remembered how he was saying small facts about some sculptures until now. You looked at one.

“Its sad that they are here, probably forgotten even though they are in a museum”

At some point Kai lifted his head and held a tourmaline necklace in one hand, watching it swing before holding it up to my neck. Gaze running from your throat to your face “You should keep it” he said as if saying it suits you.

It was the same necklace he gave a some time ago, we you ran away from him you didn’t wanted to bring anything with you that reminded you of him.

Summer rain pattered on the windows as you held your hand grazing the pendant. His hand lowered to meet yours and that's when you realized that your heart was pounding in your ears. Maybe it was because it was late at night, no one inside the museum since it was closed, yet the two of you were there, breaking the rules. You thought about that as an excuse for your heartbeat.

Wordlessly, Kai found each end of the necklace and clasped it at the nape of your neck. His hot breath collapsed into the cold of the metal. So immersed you didn’t even realize the sound of foreign footsteps down the hall.

“Hello?”

You shared a glace

“Shit”

Smiling, you follow Kai though the exit, clapping your hand to your mouth to stop the laughter from spilling out, footsteps sounding only seconds away from you. Kai punched a door open and slipped into the nearest shrub.

An old man tumbled out the door.

You felt Kai look at you, a smile that read “that felt good didn’t it” you could only look at him nodding and smiling but also regretting it.

The rain began to pound like bullets, gluing your hair to your face and your skirt to your thighs and you wanted shelter right away. You didn’t knew if it was the rush of the moment, the coldness but your eye laid upon a car.

You stepped closer to it and for some reason it was unlocked, it wasn’t until you felt a warm hand grip your arm.

“What are you doing?” You ignored the question which made you unrecognized yourself. You slipped into the passenger’s seat.

“I want to feel the rush of the moment” Kai seemed to think about it. He must've shared the notion that it was okay to steal because God did it all the time.

The old man came out again sharing the same cuss that slipped from your lips as Kai started the engine. You must've been laughing. You couldn’t remember if he was laughing too, or if he even had a reaction because you were too busy with half your body out the window.

The hum of the car was the only thing that you could hear, the rain lighter than before. It died soon after.

“Why do you trust me?” He said suddenly

“Did I say that?”

“You implied it”

You were going in circles.

His hand trailed around your throat and landed to play with the pendant. You were so close, the type of closeness that he could take out a knife and you wouldn’t notice, the type of closeness that he could do anything and you would find it as intimate.

The gap between you was closing until he was centimeters away from you. His eyes going from your lips to your eyes, millions of questions read through his face asking, is this okay? You nodded: yes, this is more than okay and it shouldn’t.

You only closed your eyes when his lips pressed harder against your as if “Do you trust me?” And you could only follow his pace: “No, i don’t”

You weren't desperate for him, maybe it was just that you could have someone like him, that made you clutch his soaked clothes and pull him closer, a new type of desperation to prove that you were better than this. You didn't like him, in fact you wanted to pull away from him and replicate his arrogance and tell him “no, i didn’t feel a thing” but this was the only love you had gotten in a long time to pull away.

His lips felt like a sugar rush. You knew this wouldn’t last forever. It never does.

His hand descended to your knee and you pulled away.

“We should get changed”

With his fingertips denting at your skin you got out into the faint rain and headed into the nearest shop. You and Kai shuffled inside, already pressing one another into the nearest wall. His hand is just over your hip and under your skirt. Your hands reach to his hair, only a loose strand of blue locks outside the bun.

Inside the changing room your attention was all over his buttery kisses and his hot breath against your thighs. You breathed into him.

From behind he unfastened the buttons of your skirt until it fell to the ground. He sat down on a little bench and you stood in between him. His hands graced your thighs and made you shiver when he placed his hands to your hips and made you turn around.

You were giving him you back when he sat you down on the edge of the bench. He played with the hem of your panties. You threw your head into his shoulder so that he could hear every breath that came out of your mouth.

After he discarded his clothes and you were left with only your white socks, he gripped you across your chest and you could only hold onto his arm, afraid that if you didn’t, you would fall at his feet.

His fingers remembered every movement that made you crave more of him. They were agile, as his digits made their way to your folds. He rubbed small circles on you.

The feeling of his hands gripping your bare thighs was only enough for you.

You hated yourself for that

“I missed you” he said in between grunts

You couldn’t see his face, although you doubt he had any expression on it. He fastened his movements but just before the release, he stopped and turned you around so that you could see him.

The bun that held his hair was not longer there, leaving his hair to cover his forehead. He kissed you and you couldn't do anything else than to follow him in every move, inside this dressing room and outside of it.

It all felt so real it made you forget how this was all a part of a play for him.

You didn't remember when you had stopped, both of you too caught up in the moment. Your head was in the crook of his neck as you let out a small laugh, lifting your head slightly.

He let out a small grin after a small kiss on your neck as he got up, leading you to do the same.

You felt vulnerable after that and couldn’t hold yourself even after you accidentally said “im sorry”

“For what?”

Looking down at your socks and the rest of your clothes discarded on the floor made you feel like a kid.

You started dressing yourself.

“Let’s go home” you said

And everything started spiraling all over and over again.

[elyangelofdeath]

[coentinim]

American Horror Story is such a shitty series my love for it is undescribable

[kokoo-art]

May i suggest this to doodle?

(Or anything about jpm cause THIS MAN)

Ive been wanting to doodle JPM no lies for a bit hes really funny and a raging psycho... I really enjoyed drawing this :")

[graktung]

Tate: Do you think when butterflies are in love that they feel humans in their stomach?

Violet: Tate. Darling.

Honey. Love of my life. What the FUCK ?

[urmom584865]

Who I’ll write for :) (I probably won’t be able to include them all bc I’ll forget) Send Requests if you would like :)

- The outsiders (Pony, Dally, Two-bit, Darry, Soda)

- Euphoria (Rue, Maddie, Elliot, Lexi, Chris)

- Handmaids Tale (Joseph, Moira, June)

- Ginger Snaps (Ginger, Sam)

- Constantine 2005 (John)

- Nbc Hannibal (Will, Hannibal, Margot, Beverly)

- American Horror Story (Michael Langdon, Violet, James Patrick March, The countess)

- Umbrella Academy (Lila, Diego, Five, Ben, Klaus)

- Encanto (Isabella, Camilo, Mirabel)

- The arcana (Asra, Julian, Lucio, Nadia)

- Death Note (L, Misa)

- Ouran (Kyoya, Kaoru, Tamaki, Haruhi)

- HxH (Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi, Kurapika)

-Fnaf (William Afton, Michael Afton)

-Stranger Things (Billy, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Peter/001/Henry)

- The last of us (Joel, Tess)

- Harry Potter (Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape)

[lcnelyghost]

Hey, this could be just a jpm request or with the evans but how they would react to a s/o who swears alot 💀💀

help i literally love this idea. as someone who’s scottish and has a habit of swearing quite a bit, i just KNOW james finds bad language atrocious 😭

watch you’re tongue//jpm

pairings: james patrick march x fem reader

rating: pg??

warnings; none! perhaps a lot of harsh language but this is literally tumblr lmfao

“OH FUCK RIGHT OFF!!! I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS SHITTY FUCKING THING!!!” You screamed, slamming you’re phone down harshly onto the table. Why was it so hard to not have autocorrect on you’re ass all the time?

Meanwhile, Mr March was in his office, listening to you go off about whatever you had been doing for the past hour or so. He groaned slightly at the foul words you were currently saying. He should’ve grown used to this daily routine by now. If you got angry at even the slightest little thing, you’d full on explode. That was why James would often hear a string of curses come fumbling out of you’re mouth.

“NOOOOOO!! OH GET YOURSELF TO FUCK ALREADY!” You yelled again. James pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, muttering something to himself with great annoyance.

“FUCK THIS SHIT!” You repeated over and over again. James now fully couldn’t concentrate and it was starting to really bother him. He was working so hard on these plans, and you’re fit of rage in the background wasn’t helping at all.

He sighed and got up, exiting his office. You heard his footsteps getting ready to enter the bedroom, so you just managed to shut up yet still tapped at you’re phone furiously.

James knocked twice right as you told him to come in. You decided to turn you’re phone off and tossed it to the other side of the bed.

“Darling, may I speak with you for a second?” He asked politely. You signalled to him that you were sort of busy but he didn’t move whatsoever.

“Please.”

You huffed and motioned for him to sit down. He sat on the foot of the bed with his hands in his pockets, exhaling calmly.

“Dear.. what it is that has caused you to be so upset? I couldn’t help but hear that, erm.. filthy language..” You cringed a little as you heard James say those words. You knew he wasn’t you’re biggest fan when it came to how many vulgar and disgusting words were said by you from time to time.

You awkwardly scratched you’re neck. “Oh, uh.. well.. I had no clue anyone was listening if i’m being honest..”

James cleared his throat and looked away for a second. “Dear, this isn’t in any way intended to be offensive.. but it was hard for me not to hear you..”

You bit you’re lip as you realised you had distracted him from his work again. You and these constant unexpected fits of rage..

“Oh James.. i’m sorry. I’ll try to keep that under control as best as I can. It’s not very ladylike of me..” You said, taking him by his hand. He smiled softly and placed a light kiss on one of you’re own hands.

“Not to worry darling… oh! These last few notes shouldn’t take too long! I’ll instruct Miss Evers to begin making dinner shortly.” He winked, you giggled at him and watched as he left the room. You returned back to going on you’re phone and just ignored what you’d recently been up to.

Suddenly, a loud crash caught you’re attention. You’re head quickly snapped up from you’re phone as you froze completely.

James had accidentally fallen over something that Miss Evers had left out. He hissed in pain as a hand flew to his mouth. What he’d only just realised is that whilst he was going down onto the floor, he’d said something that you CERTAINLY would bring up the next minute you saw him.

“SHIT!”

[theangrypomeranian]

it is the year of our lord 2024 and I am once again getting into AHS

[womenslive]

American Horror Story 9x05 Promo "Red Dawn" (HD) Season 9 Episode 5 Promo AHS 1984

[capuletoo]

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.

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saw a pic of noahs nails being painted and i cant get this out of my head :(

"dove?" Noah asked, rounding the corner into the livingroom. you were sat in the middle of the couch watching "coven" your favorite season of american horror story.

"yes baby?" your voice came out soft and sweet. nothing less for Noah, he was your sweet boy. the reason you heart had a purpose to beat. he meant the world to you.

"dovie.."

dove. a nickname Noah had gave you on your 3rd date. you had both saw a pure white dove while he was walking you home. you joked that it must have meant good luck to your future relationship. here you are 5 years late.

Noah held his hands out with a soft pout making it's appearance on his pretty face.

"the paint is chipping. can you repaint them for me?" he looked down at you and you couldn't help but giggle.

you put on a faux act.

"i dunno baby, i'm pretty busy..." you pointed to your paused show. you had seen it a thousand times over but it was still in your favorites list.

"pretty pleaseeee?" Noah now had a smile on his lips, causing you to lose your seriousness and giggle.

"of course. anything for you, my boy!" you pulled him in for a soft kiss before he ran to get the black nail polish and the remover.

he came back, promptly handing you the retrieved items. you took the old paint off, looking up at Noah. he was always memorized by the way your hands worked on his.

maybe it was just him looking for an excuse to spend quality time with you, either way, you both enjoyed these little moments.

you started to apply the nail polish. Noah always made a big deal about the smell of it.

"it smells so gross.."

"well, you wanted me to do this, baby. dont complain to me."

he rolled his eyes, yet a smile still prominent on his face.

"last one..aaandd done!"

"thank you, my dovie." Noah gave you a peck to your lips and he shook his hands around in an attempt to dry the polish quicker.

as soon as he noticed the polish was no longer wet, he ran back to his studio, taking a picture and posting it to his private instagram story.

oh god how you were so irrevocably in love with him.

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Hiya! I started listening to the Lost Terminal because you mentioned it on here. I'm a few seasons in and really loving it. My friend is looking for some new narrative pods and I know you listen to a bunch. Got any suggestions? They can be finished or ongoing.

Oh do I! Have a couple, in alphabetical order:

Absolutely No Adventures - An outright pratchettesque fantasy parody about a (very) Chosen One who has studied the art of baking instead heeding the call to adventure and refuses to go on any quests.

Care and Feeding of Werewolves - A (in-universe) podcast addressing current events and issues in the (American) paranormal community, hosted by a witch and medical practitioner. Has very good plot and worldbuilding.

Folxlore - Queer horror podcast set in Glasgow. Excellent show. "This apartment complex is very haunted, extremely cursed, and it sometimes randomly shifts to an eldritch nightmare realm. Everyone here's queer though, including the building itself. 4 stars out of 5."

Gabriela & The Inn Between - A recent botany undergrad takes a job as Innkeeper at an inn with very strange and unusual guests. Cozy and low-stakes.

Gastronaut - Set a couple hundred years from now, a food journalist travels from Earth, then Mars, then a distant space colony. He's pathetic but in a good way. Excellent food descriptions, nice anti-capitalistic and anti-colonialist themes. Higher stakes and fewer steaks than expected.

Ghost Wax - I've always disagreed with the idea that necromancers are always evil. This show agrees - it's a horror podcast about an ancient necromancer solving supernatural murders by interviewing the victims. Very thrilling. Many feels.

Icarus Rising - Queer airship pirates! Stow-aways! Rebellion! Chases and Thrills! High-stakes drama and action among the clouds! An adorable ship cat!

Kalila Stormfire's Economical Magick Services - Very cool story about witches, fairies, werewolves, and more, a story about what makes a community, about modern-day working class neighborhoods, psychology, love, and of course magic.

Parkdale Haunt - This one I haven't listened to yet, but I've heard very good things about it. It's a horror show about a haunted house, set in Toronto, made with love for that city. Disregard this suggestion if you don't like Toronto, I've never been.

SCP: Find Us Alive - A podcast set in the SCP universe, about a site getting sucked into some sort of pocket dimension that keeps resetting in a sort of time loop. Very interesting cast of characters. Requires minimal knowledge about how the SCP Foundation works.

Starfall - Fantasy audio drama about the adventures of a theatre troupe that uses magical items and illusions in their work, and about a young warrior with mysterious powers who joins them.

Tell No Tales - Horror story about a company that specialises in removing ghosts from haunted places. The protagonist quickly becomes concerned about the ethics of that and tries to prove that they need to start treating spirits with the humanity they deserve.

The Antique Shop - Urban Fantasy drama about a student getting a job at the kind of antiques shop that you only find when you need to. Lots of cursed items. An excellent cat. Queerplatonic relationships.

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality - An AI audio tour guide shows you various interesting exhibits and learns how to be a person. There's lots of feelings here.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris - Sci-Fi story set in the aftermath of a war between Earth and extraterrestrials. It's about outer space, survival, espionage, resistance, identity, friendship, found family, romance, and secrets. The intro song is excellent.

The Tower - A young woman climbs an ancient, unfathomably tall tower from a forgotten age. It stretches up into the sky, through the smog and the clouds. Very vibes.

The White Vault - Travel Is Not Advised. Very scary story about what's been hiding below the ice and the stone. What's been slumbering for ages. What's now beginning to wake anew.

I hope this selection helps! I have more, but I felt it would be better to keep the list short-ish.