Sarah Paulson One Shots

Fairy Godmother ~S.M

Requested by- cissas-roses
~"Sally helps the reader with body image issues"~
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The streets that occupied downtown were empty, no sign of life but the sound of rain falling from the clouds that hovered above and the faint chirping of just a few birds. Though you didn't like to run not liking the way your thighs or your stomach moved, you ran not knowing where you would end up or where your feet would take you while tears fell down your cheeks mocking the scenery around you. How long had it been since you walked out on your family? Thirty minutes? An hour? You didn't know and frankly you didn't care.

Flash back~
"Look at your self!" Your step-mother shoved you in front of the bathroom mirror as your sisters watched and laughed at you. "See anything you like? Cause I don't." The relationship with your mother was an odd case. Some days she'd make you feel like shit and treat your siblings like they were royalty. But if you woke up lucky one day, she'd treat you like the rest. Make you feel like you belonged. Your life was a Cinderella story without the fairy godmother. "You will never be like the rest of them. You will never fit in like the rest of them. So stop crying an accept it." She whispered in your ear sharply. Breaking away from the woman's grip you ran to your room slamming the door as you started packing a bag.

     Before your step-mom appeared in the picture, your dad was always there for you. He knew about your insecurities and how you struggled with the image of your body. He was a comforting man, he did what he could to help you feel better. The night he left abruptly, was the night your perfect life turned into hell, leaving you with that heathen and her minions.

    So that left you here; bag on your shoulder and a hand on the door of The Cortez. The lobby of the hotel was dim lighted. Taking in the architecture of the building, noticing how high the ceilings were and how the lights fixtures would flicker with every pound of thunder that came about. Ringing the bell on the front desk a older woman with round glasses presented herself. You told her you needed a room for a few days, you paid, she gave you a key to room 64, simple. Pushing the elevator buttons the doors opened to a similarly lit hallway. 64 there. Putting the key through the door unlocking it, a regular looking hotel room awaited.

    You set your bags on the bed. You thought being alone with your thoughts right now wasn't the best of ideas. So you wondered around the halls looking for some sort of "civilization" when you stumbled across a small bar. You sat on one of the bar stools looking around when a taller woman who you later found out went by the name Liz acquainted you. The two of you talked for hours she treated you like an old friend from the past crossing paths. You were so caught up in your conversation you didn't notice when a certain frizzy haired blonde had made herself known when she sat a little ways from you glancing at you ever so often.

    "Who's that?" You asked Liz tilting your head in the blonde's direction. "Someone you don't want to mess with." Liz gave a stare at the unnamed woman that clearly said don't do anything to her. Too late she was already walking over.  "And what's this ones name?" She put a hand on your thigh which made you uncomfortable considering one of the many insecurities was your legs. Since you told Liz your life story and how you got here she saw the distress in your eyes. "Sally, don't. Not this one." Sally. That's her name? You thought. Sally saw the look in your eye and quickly pulled away. "Y/N. I'm y/n" you mumbled under your breath. She gave a smile. Liz gave the blonde a look, it was easy to tell that being gentle wasn't Sally's first instinct. The three of you talked for the remainder of the night later resulting in you joining Sally in her room for the night talking about anything that came into mind.

     When you woke up the next morning in her room you quickly left returning to yours. Unpacking what little you had trying to find something else to wear for the day. You didn't go to the bathroom to get dressed you stood by the bed with your back towards the door. Not liking the way your body looked made facing yourself in a mirror hard. At home they would make fun of you for it, but in the end it was something you wanted to overcome though it was hard to. When the door flung open with Sally on the other side. Knowing you were going to hate it, you ran to the bathroom to finish getting dressed not wanting anyone to see you uncovered. "Do you ever knock?" You yelled from the bathroom. "Never have too." Sally said in response while peeping through your bag, not in a nosy way just out of curiosity.  "You know you didn't have to run y/n." You stepped out of the bathroom. "Nothing I haven't seen before." Sally was trying to make you seem less embarrassed she put her hands lightly on your hips making you flinch a little but enough to notice. "Y/n, tell me what is wrong? Is it me, do I make you uncomfortable?" Sally asked removing her hands away from your frame. You shook your head. You didn't like the fact she was blaming herself for your little panics or flinches with a single look or touch of your bare skin. You sat on the bed with tears threatening to drop like bombs.

You went on to explain the reason you flinch or get embarrassed about your body easily is because of you step-mother and how she could pin-point everything that was wrong with you. She made you believe that you were not good enough or not pretty enough. If there was something about yourself that you felt good or comfortable with it wouldn't be long until that too was destroyed by the woman's words. "It hurts a lot especially at night when it's just me and my over bearing thoughts telling me I'm not valued. Though I've had people tell me I'm beautiful I just don't know how to believe them." Sally's eye contact was strong. Suddenly she took your hands in hers after making sure it was okay, taking you to the bathroom in front of the mirror.

"See her?" She looked down at you as your neck was buried in her shoulder not wanting to look at yourself. "I do, she's beautiful. Would wouldn't believe the amazing eyes she has, and the soft hair that smells like a sweet lavender ." At this point you were staring to lift your head off of Sally's shoulder and taking in what she was saying. "She has these legs and arms that most envy for. Her cute button nose that's perfect for good morning kisses." The woman went on to point out every thing that your step-mother that made you feel disgusting, to turn it around to make it beautiful. Slowly looking back at Sally you began to hug her which was something you hadn't done since you were little. "I love your hugs." She gave a warm smile that made you feel safe. "You deserve someone who values you. You are a wonderful person." She stroked your cheeks as tears of safety and joy fell making you give a little toothy smile. "Remember that."