Request: omg please do a John Lowe one where you are a ghost at the hotel in your 20s from the 50s and bffs with Sally and John comes in and you totally fall for him.
Title: Whiskey and Cigarettes
Pairing: John Lowe X Reader (any gender)
Season: Hotel
Rating: T. (drugs, Spoilers for Hotel, mentions of murder and death, mentions of sex,
Words: 2,000
a/n: So, this isn't the exact request. I changed a few things up and made it a little different. Thanks for reading! x
Being dead has it's perks. Sometimes... You died some time ago. Some time ago being nearly 60+ years ago. You should be 80 years old with plenty of grandkids, and maybe great-grand kids. You made one grave mistake of going to the Hotel Cortez in California. You met the wrong group of people, got drugged, and got killed at the hands of the man himself, Mister Patrick James March. And, now you're a ghost forever haunting the Hotel.
Each decade grew interesting as it passed. You didn't mind one bit. Your favorite decade was probably the 80's. The hair, the style, the music, the drugs, and most importantly the people. The Countess showed you her ways of doing things. After so, so long of knowing her, you ignored her ways for the first few decades. Then one day it just... happened.
The 80s was when Sally came into your life. Best friend. Considering all your friends were 50 in the 80s and they were having grand-kids of their own and you were stuck in the Hotel Cortez.
Sally was an interesting character. Her frizzy blonde hair. Her personality, your personal favorite. She was just one of your favorite people to be around. She molded you into the person you turned out to be when you met John Lowe.
When you first met John Lowe, you were skeptical of him. He had that personality that your mother always told you to watch out for. Bad, scary, interesting, dark, brooding. But, your mother and father are long gone. Seeing as you were supposedly dead too. When you first met John, you knew something wrong was going to happen. Weather that be you two going on a murdering spree, or you two falling in love. You went with the ladder. You were heartbroken to hear that Sally was also in love with John Lowe.
{***}
"Oh, Dear," You stated, looking at John, your fingers traced his bare abs. "Surely, you can't be serious. You can't leave." You propped yourself up on one elbow and looked into his eyes. He had a glass of auburn whiskey and a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand next to the bed. His face was covered with light stubble and he had slight bags under his icy blue eyes. His wife would kill you if you weren't already dead.
"Alex is expecting me." He remarked, stubbing out a cigarette in the ash tray next to the bed. You were lucky enough to be John's current Lover. Room 66 was personally the best, in your defense. Considering you died a rather unfortunate death in the basement of the Hotel Cortez. "I need to see Scarlett." He ran his hands through your hair before placing them on your cheeks. Your breath hitched.
"Bring them here. I'd love to meet Alex." You replied, removed your hand from his chest and placed it on his hand. "And, Scarlett." You added in a whisper. John let out a deep sigh before removing his hands from your face and shaking your hand off his. You looked at him and pouted slightly.
"I can't bring them here, Y/N." He sat up a bit. You sat up in the bed, the sheet that was wrapped around you, pooled in your lap and your hair fell in front of your face slightly. John looked at you and frowned, causing you to frown in return. "It's not safe." He stood up out of his bed and picked up his boxers. He slid them on and stood up again.
"It's cause I'm here. Isn't it? You don't want your wife to meet your Mistress? Or... Or... It's Sally!" You shouted, walking on your knees to the end of the mattress. John picked up his white dress shirt and slid it on, leaving it unbuttoned. You admired him as he dressed. "Please don't leave me." You begged, reaching out for his hand, which was just out of reach. The tips of your finger brushed against his and suddenly you brought back to the day you met in 2010.
{***}
You were sitting at the bar, Sally on your right, Liz Taylor behind the bar serving up the drinks. Both had a pretty strong alcoholic beverage. They both offered you one. You turned it down. You were still drunk and high from last night.
"Hello," Liz smiled a flashy smile behind you and Sally. You kept your glossy gaze on the counter of the bar. Your hand held a cigarette that was mostly burnt, yet you only had one or two puffs of it. The ash of your cigarette slowly collapsed off the end and onto the counter. You didn't bother turning to look. Nothing surprised you anymore. You were convinced you've seen everything.
Suddenly, a person sat next to you and placed their hands on the counter roughly and hard. It startled you. You dropped your cigarette and looked up to see who it was.
A man with short, dark brown almost black hair, short stubble on his square jaw, bags under his blue eyes. He wore black blazer over a white button up and black tie, paired with black slacks. A holster was around his waist, your eyes caught the gun on his hip and then your eyes caught the badge poking out of his lapel. A cop...
"What can I get you?" Liz asked, placing her elbow on the bar counter and then her head in her hand. She had a wild smile on her lips as she talked to the mystery man. You watched the man talk but didn't acknowledge what he said. You were so infatuated with this man. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and looked at Sally.
"Y/N, meet John Lowe, LAPD." She smiled and gestured to the man behind you. I sighed and looked at the man in question. He was sipping from a glass of whiskey as he slouched over the counter. You've heard much about John Lowe, you've just never seen him in person. Seeing him made your nonexistent heart beat fast.
"Pleasure to meet you," You smiled, dropping the stub of your cigarette in the pile of ash on the table. You stuck out your hand for him to take. "Mr. Lowe." You finished as he took your hand into yours.
{***}
"You leave, John, I swear to God." Your voice shook. He stood up straight his back towards you. "You leave, I'll find your wife and kill her. And then leave that rotten bastard you call a daughter for The Countess." You threatened, stepping off the bed, leaving the sheet behind. John turned around and his breath was caught as soon as he caught sight of your naked body. "I love you, John." You remarked, reaching for his hand. He let you take it as you stepped closer. "Don't leave." You begged in a soft tone. He was mesmerized and lost in your voice.
"Iwon't." He stated, closing the gap between the two of you. You smiled andpressed your lips to his. He pushed you back and onto the bed, continuingsomething you didn't want to finish. Something you never want to lose.
