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awritersometime · 10 days

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i’m actually dying to see more diane stories so could you do something fluffy? like comforting. I would love that!!

I sincerely hope you like it 💕

Safe heaven

You've been avoiding her calls for a while now, not intentionally of course, you're just swimming with thoughts. Frantically pacing back and forth, Diane dials your number for the umpteenth time. Once again, it goes unanswered, her screen turning black. "Come on, don't do this," she runs a shaky hand through her hair, trying to put an order to her thoughts.

Then your favorite place, the ocean, comes to her mind. Whenever you're upset or feel like taking a break, you drive to the beach. That's where you are.

"Please, be there. Please," as Diane grabs her keys to rush out the door, her mind races with worst case scenarios. In a metter or seconds she is in her car.

You've recently obtained a master degree in English language and linguistics, meaning that you're next in line to be teaching in schools, high schools to be precise. That alone should be great news, however, something definitely bothers you. You only recently turned 26; Diane doesn't know that, but a part of you believes that it won't be easy for you to fit in the role, considering your students won't be much younger than you.

Listening to the waves crashing against the shore has always had the power to quiet down the turmoil inside your heart. Unfortunately for you, today the sea was as calm as a mirror— meaning that your thoughts were louder than ever. You almost regret leaving the house. In the meantime Diane's heart races at incredible speed once she stops the car and gets off. She scans the horizon, searching for any signs of you in the distance. She takes a sigh of relief when she recognizes you, a tiny dot sitting down by the shore, legs to the chest, chin on your knees.

She sighs softly, taking quick steps towards you. It takes her a bunch of seconds before she drops to her knees, right beside you. "Darling, hey," her voice trembles a bit when she calls you. You feel her hand stroking the back of your head and you turn around. You say her name in such a tired tone that the woman can't help but frown. "I've been trying to reach you. You didn't pick up any of my calls," she doesn't mean it as reproach and she makes sure you know that. However, the reality of the situation hits you hard. She exhales, attempting to smile, "I was so worried," she breathes out. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath. "Sorry, I-I'm sorry, gosh, I don't know what came over me—", you try to find a good reason to all this but truth be told there isn't one, "The sea isn't even cooperating with me today," a bitter smile tugs at your lips as you point at the still flat surface in front of you.

Diane's heart shatters at the sadness in your voice, the slight furrow of your brows. "Baby," she brushes a strand of hair from your face, to better expose your beautiful gaze. She doesn't fail to notice how you struggle to ward off the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I'm fine," you croak out unconvincingly. Diane lightly rolls her eyes, "Are you?", she asks softly, playing with the tips of your hair, curling it around her finger. A part of you feels pathetic for how you're acting. You're an adult, meaning that you're supposed to act like one. Your voice breaks slightly, "I'm pathetic, I'm sorry— I don't know why I'm like this."

Tears prickle at the corner of Diane's eyes, her demeanor soon shifts. If there is something she can't stand is when you treat yourself poorly like that. "Do not say that, you hear me? You're not pathetic. Something is clearly bothering you," she says, her voice devoid of any kind of hesitation. "But I shouldn't—", you sniffle and she interjects, hushing you softly. "Whatever you're feeling is valuable. It doesn't make you pathetic, but human," she insists, leaning closer to you, grazing her thumb over your cheekbone. With downcast eyes, you mutter, "But I worried you. I am a 26 years old woman and I still worry you with my childish behaviors," you pout.

Rolling her eyes, Diane affectionately strokes the tip of your nose, "Your age doesn't mean anything, sweetheart. You're my girlfriend. I will never stop feeling this way towards you. And even when there is no reason to worry, I'll still act crazy because you're not just anybody, you're my family," she confesses, making you smile in return. A blush comes to your cheeks too that Diane doesn't fail to notice. "That's incredibly corny—", you comment amusedly. She grins, "but you love it," she pokes your arm. "Amen to that", you both giggle at that. Diane is the sweetest, most caring person you've ever met in your life. A part of you often wonders who would you be without her. "Will you tell me what's going on?", she whispers before placing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

You sigh. You know you owe her an explanation. "It's just—" The waves you were supposed to see in the ocean, you see them in her eyes. "It's about what's to come."

Tears shimmer in your eyes, the sense of guilt coming back to you. Diane's heart tightens, and without a word, she moves closer and pulls you in her lap. "Can you be more specific?", she coos, her cheek rubs gently against yours. You find yourself smiling at the gesture. A smile she quickly reciprocates. You admire Diane like no other. Not only is she a wonderful girlfriend, protective and affectionate, but she is also an amazing teacher.

"I start teaching next semester," you blurt out. These words put together feel so unrealistic, you akwardly rub the back of your head. Diane's eyes open wide in slow motion, then she gasps and squeals like a child for how excited she is. She slightly pulls away to look at you in the eyes, probably to make sure you're serious. "No way— How? When did you find out?", your mouth tugs into a smile that you try to curb, touched by Diane's enthusiasm. You nibble on your bottom lip, averting her gaze for a brief moment, feeling suddenly overwhelmed all over again as you remember what happened earlier that day. "I received an email by the school principal— it looks like there is a vacancy in English linguistics and he offered me the job."

Diane's hand fly to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Her beautiful chocolate eyes well up with fresh tears. Of joy this time, and pride for what you've finally achieved.

Next thing you feel are Diane's arms securely wrapped around you, "You have no idea how proud of you I am, sweetheart. You deserve this more than you know," she pulls back only a bit to look at you in the eyes. She is weeping now. Her hands roam up and down your face and shoulders. Her happiness is contagious and you can't help but smile along with her. Her eyes shine so bright you feel silly for the worries that have been haunting your mind and weighting on your heart.

You were supposed to celebrate, throw a party, even jumping in the ocean with your clothes on would have been better than getting depressed over silly concerns. Truth is, you want to be great at this, because this is what you love doing and what you've been preparing for your whole life. And at the same time, you want to live up to everyone's expectations. Especially Diane's. It's not that you want to compare yourself to her, but a part of you feels like you're not as good as her. Diane has much more experience than you, and students love her and respect her both as teacher and person.

That's probably what worries you the most, the possibility of not being taken seriously, not only because this is new territory to you, but also due to your young age. "Thanks," you breathe out, forcing a better smile out of you. "It really means the world to me." Then, you sweep your tongue over your lips, and Diane takes that as signal of distress from you. She smiles softly at you and opens her arms for you, "Come back here, silly." You don't let her tell you twice. Soon goosebumps rise over your skin, as she start cuddling you. "You don't seem thrilled to work with me," she whispers teasingly in your ear. You let out a quiet giggle, and shake your head, "I am. I feel honored, actually."

She hums in response, holding you a little tighter, "Then, what is it?", you lift your chin to meet her eyes and wait a couple of seconds before mastering the courage to tell her what is bothering you, "Your students respect you and see you as a role model," you state. Diane frowns, without understand where this is going yet. "I can't help but wonder if they will be showing me the same respect." Her mouth falls partially agape, her heart shutters at your self doubt. You've proved her your worth countless of times. You helped her grade her students' essays and gave her precious advices regarding lesson planning. "Sweetheart, they are gonna love you," she says, without a hint of hesitation in her tone. You try to protest, but she doesn't let you.

"Listen to me. Your young age isn't an obstacle but a bridge between you and them. Your passion for what you do, the dedication you put to get where you are now will be a source of inspiration for them," with a tender smile, Diane moves your hair on your left shoulder. You hum deep in thought. Her fingertips send you a shiver through your spine, when she strokes a sweet spot behind your neck, now clear from hair. "I'll have to keep an eye on you though," you frown at that. She shrugs and grins nonchalantly when you ask her what she means, "I can easily imagine your soon to be students fall deeply for their new teacher."

A playful hum comes to your lips: the concern you've been feeling suddenly subsides. "That is never gonna happen, Diane," you can't help but chuckle at her assumptions. You honestly love this side of her, when she is jealous, protective and a little bit possessive over you. It makes you feel like you're part of something, it gives you a sense of belonging.

"Oh, trust me, I'll make sure of that," her eyes sparkle mischievously, as she leans in to place a loud kiss on your cheek. You chuckle again, "Jealous, are we?" Diane's lips curve into a playful grin, "I simply defend what's mine, sweetheart," she says in a breathed whisper. You lift your hand in mid air, your fingers meeting her face. "I'm only yours, Diane," you speak with your heart, voice laced with emotion, "God, you're all I ever wanted."

It's obvious how she makes you feel. It shows in your eyes, in the way your cheeks quickly go on flame, and in that funny feeling between your legs that tickles you every time you're close to her. Diane owns you in the broadest sense of the term. "You're my treasure," Leaning in, she brushes her lips against yours, kissing you at a gentle rhythm. When she parts her mouth, you stroke the inside with a gentle flick of your tongue. Pouring in all your love, you kiss her with such an intensity, as if it was the last time. She breathes your name in your mouth and you moan hers, clinging to her clothes as she pulls onto your hair.

When you're in need to catch your breath, you part slightly but still being in each other's bubble. "Are you really mine?", she asks, her voice barely audible. You take her hand and place it upon your heart, "Do you feel that?" you ask, with a tender smile. She nods, already feeling emotional, "Every beat of my heart is for you, and that's never gonna change." A single tear slides down Diane's cheek as you speak, as she mutters your name in disbelief. You point a finger at her jokingly. "That's all your fault. You made me a hopeless sentimental," Diane laughs heartily, when you feign a grimace, "Oh you—I absolutely love you" her nose brushes against yours as she leans close to you once again.

You're both her obsession and her cure. She can't do without you. Neither can you. Your fingers come up to her face, in the attempt to wipe those tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

"Maybe we should soon put a ring on it," when that sentence comes to Diane's ears, she looks at you like she's seen a ghost, "W-what?", it's no secret to you that you want to get married someday, and you know that deep down Diane shares the same desire. You often fantasized about walking down the aisle together. Truth be told, you two actually started talking about it after only three weeks of dating. The topic often came out masked by a playful tone, however, both of you were always incredibly serious about it. "I'm not just saying it, Diane. And of course this is not an official proposal, because, I wouldn't do this to you like this, you deserve a proper one. I'm just—," you shrug nervously, "you know..."

Diane can't help but chuckle at that, "You're asking me, if you can actually ask me?"

A humorous giggle escapes your lips at her question. Nodding your head you say, "Pretty much, yes. Is it weird?", as response, Diane reaches out to gently caress your face, getting lost in your gaze as deep as the ocean, "That's the sweetest thing you've ever told me, and my answer is yes— it's always going to be yes," she grins and pecks the tip of your nose. With a small, nervous laugh, you stutter, "Really?" And she nods so eagerly and convincingly, you find yourself on cloud nine. "Oh, gods!" You sigh dreamily, and she arches an eyebrow at that, "I'll have the most beautiful wife in the world."

Diane lightly shakes her head, playfully nudging you, "Not at all. That would be me," she argues and when you're ready to object, she pecks your lips to keep you quiet. "And please, don't you ever doubt yourself anymore like that," she says serious again. "Cross my heart," you lift your pinkie and she lifts hers sealing the promise with a joyful smile. Then she looks at the sea, still holding you in her arms. After a moment of silence, she confesses, "Are you aware that now I'll think about it every single day until you ask me," you grin and absentmindedly stroke her arms, wrapped around you, "To await a pleasure is itself a pleasure," you mutter so seriously, you can't help and neither can Diane but to burst out laughing.

#american horror story #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #Diane Sherman #Diane Sherman x reader #sarah paulson x you #run #writing prompts #fluff and angst

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camillelespanayesbtch · 5 months

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Sarah Paulson photographed by Erik Carter for Garden and Gun magazine Dec2023 Jan2024 edition.

Credit: Sarahpaulsbean on Instagram

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #diane sherman #Ally Mayfair richards #Ellie Staple #Sally McKenna #Mildred Ratched #Xandra Terrell

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winescenteddreams · 9 months

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falling for crazy red headed ladies since the uterus

#wilhemina venable #lady tremaine #lady lesso #diane sherman #sarah paulson #cate blanchett #charlize theron #red hair

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damagnificentcookie · 1 year

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Forever Mine

Dark!Alma Peregrine X Reader

Summary: Y/n is a librarian that is stuck inside the loop. One day Alma went to the library to borrow a book when suddenly y/n caught her eye. Since then Alma would secretly follow her and perch outside her windows after she reset. She noticed that y/n never loses her memory of the day and constantly changes her schedule even subconsciously. Y/n needs her, she must protect her,...for the safety of her wards of course.

Tag List: @elza02 @mandy-asimp @sunshinecallie @whatsupwithjinx @notmanagingmymischief

Warning: Slight swearing, kidnapping, drugging, killing, basically most things that happen in the movie RUN

A/n: I should be updating my other miss peregrine book on wattpad but I reaaaallyy wanted to try and write this, hopefully, yall will like it :D (Also I'm going to do a mix of the book and movie here)

"Fiona, can you watch over the loop till I come back? I'll be back before supper!" Fiona eagerly agreed before hugging Alma tightly goodbye and running off.

Alma watched as Fiona disappeared around a corner and waited a while longer before she carefully opened the door and left.

The library was always pretty busy in the loop, but then again everything repeats so Alma knew when was the perfect time to go without it being too busy. She pushed open the door as a bell rang alerting the librarian of someone's presence.

"Miss Peregrine! How great to see you today, again." You welcomed warmly.

"What do you mean by again, darling, I have only just entered." Alma watched as your eyes widened and tried to quickly find an excuse to cover your mix-up.

Laughing it off, Alma placed the books she has borrowed on the table and waited for you to take them.

"Would that be all Miss Peregrine?" You smiled nervously as you put the books she has returned in a bin.

"That would be all, dear. But may I ask when you are free? I would like to introduce my children to you so whenever they come to town they know a familiar face."

You were put back a little not expecting this from a regular. It got you thinking, that every day has been repeating for the last month, you could always just say tomorrow and pretend you didn't remember this encounter when the day miraculously resets.

"Oh, that would be quite lovely! I'm free tomorrow at noon." You replied hoping she didn't notice how long it took for you to respond.

"Well it's settled, I'll come back tomorrow. See you later, dear. Oh, and please call me Alma." She winked at you before leaving.

You watched her from the window wondering how odd this encounter was. She would always come to the library and return a book at exactly half past twelve but never tried to make a conversation with you. You would always catch her staring when you turned to put her books in the return basket. How odd.

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Waving goodbye to your coworker, you headed out the door and made the long trek home. Oddly enough, you always felt that you were being watched but whenever you check your surroundings, no one is nearby. Shrugging it off as paranoia you seemed to forget about the bother.

Upon reaching home, you hung your coat before going into the kitchen to make some tea when the raven-haired regular invaded your head. Happy that she has talked to you today although it was odd, admittingly she is quite strange.

Shaking off the thought you took the kettle off of the stove and prepared the tea. You thought for a while, perhaps you should go with her to meet her children.

Putting the tea and some biscuits on a tray, you walked to your dining room and set the tray down. You then walked towards your drawer and brought out a pen and some paper.

If you were going to possibly come with her, why not prepare some gifts?

You started to draw a few items like teddy bears, a football, a pair of skates, and some other items. You have heard that she has about twelve kids, amazing that she can take care of that many without losing her marbles. You most definitely could not, the solitude of your home and life is more than satisfying enough.

You placed your finished drawings to the side before finishing your tea and moving it away. You decided to draw a sapphire necklace for Alma.

...Alma...what a pretty name.

You froze before shaking any thoughts out of your head and continuing the necklace.

You finished it just in time for the bombs to fly overhead. Covering your ears, you closed your eyes and started to count to ten. Soon you can hear that the bombs have left and soon it became quiet.

Opening your eyes, you took your drawings and set them down in a row. You placed your hand over the teddy bear and gently lifted it out of the paper. You repeated the process before now having live items instead of drawings. You threw away the leftover paper and started to wrap the items and placed it into your work bag.

Deciding this was enough for today, you retired to your bedroom failing to notice a falcon perched on your windowsill, watching you.

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"A beautiful Daisy Bell~" Softly singing to yourself as you placed the returned books back onto their designated shelves. Not hearing the bell from the door ring you continued to sing and sort the books until you hear the familiar click of a certain someone's heels.

"Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do~" You turned around quickly to see Alma looming over you pretending to look through the books on the shelves as she continued your singing.

"I'm half crazy all for the love of you" A shiver ran down your spine as her eye's met yours. You backed up and accidentally bumped into the shelf behind you.

You were in awe...she has such a beautiful voice, not that you haven't heard her speak before. Dear god, what is this woman doing to you.

"Miss Peregrine! How great to see you today." You smiled at her as you prayed that your face wasn't beet red. Alma tsked as she turned around and walked away, promptly having you let out a sigh of relief.

"Didn't I say you can call me Alma? You don't have to keep up the act, dear, I know you are pretty special." You stood there in quite a shock, frozen in place.

How could she have known? Were you not careful enough at hiding? You never drew outside of your home once. Tons of questions flood through your mind demanding answers. Finally snapping out of your trance, you walked to your desk and opened the little side door so you could go behind it.

Awkwardly you cough while asking her what you can do for her today. Handing you a book that she has borrowed just two days ago you quickly took it out of her hand and placed it into the return bin before asking her if there is anything else.

"Forgot your promise already? I don't like liars nor deal-breakers you know? You should be punished, dear." She looked into your eyes to search for what you may be thinking, trying but failing to suppress her growing smile.

"I have no idea what you are talking about Mis- Alma?" You say while trying to look anywhere but at her.

Alma raised an eyebrow and hummed. She thought for a while before smirking.

"Well if you truly don't remember then may I ask what's in your bag? It looks heavy, you don't have anything planned for tonight?" Her smirk widened when she saw a flash of fear in your eyes. Oh what an adorable little thing, you need her. You are as clueless as a little bird who flew right into a window.

The more this conversation continues the more unsettled you start to get. Your brain is screaming at you to tell her to leave but your heart was in control today and you stood your ground. Sighing in defeat, you walked back out of your desk and grabbed your bag. Your shift ends in 3 minutes, no point in hiding anymore. Alma smiled and walked towards you satisfied.

"I see you remembered, now don't you try to lie again, alright? Follow me, dearest." You were deeply unsettled but excited from today's encounter, but guessing it is too late you followed her home not realizing this will be the last time you will ever see the library or outside again.

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"Would you like some tea?" Alma asked as she lead you into her house, you were in awe at how gorgeous everything looked. The garden was nicely kept with kids running around and playing, and the inside was nice and comfortable with tons of decorations that complemented the walls.

"That would be nice and by golly Alma, your house is gorgeous! Did you decorate it yourself?" You complimented as you walked along the halls, gently moving your hand across the displays. It felt as if you were in a museum.

Getting caught in your mind, you failed to notice Alma's face grow red as she prepared your tea and secretly added an unknown substance.

You turned around and found that Alma was seated on a sofa looking at you with an unreadable expression. Smiling at her, she looked into your eyes and smiled back. You walked over and sat across from her taking the tea and thanking her.

Stirring it around you realized the tea smelt...odd? Shrugging it off as being nervous you took a sip as Alma watched you intensely. You felt a bit awkward and scared by her odd behavior, but that just prompted you to finish the whole drink in a matter of seconds.

Oh dear, that was a terrible idea. You felt like puking, it was getting terribly hard to breathe and you can't tell if its the heat or the weird aftertaste the tea had. You fell to the floor coughing violently as Alma rushed over to you and started to pat your back. Slowly, you tried to look at Alma but you just started to cough more until you felt lightheaded.

You felt yourself being lifted up and carried away. Resisting the urge to close your eyes, you looked at Alma and saw that she was looking back at you with a smile on her face.

You wanted to scream, to yell for help, anything, but you slowly succumbed to the pain and closed your eyes.

"Don't worry, my love. I will take great care of you, don't worry anymore. You are forever mine.

A/n: Honestly I felt like this may have been kind of disappointing for the wait but I really did not want to make you guys wait any longer. Thank you all for the support and I hope you will enjoy it! I might write a part two tbh...

#run 2020 #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine movie #miss peregrine x reader #dark!fic #diane sherman #eva green #eva green x reader #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #miss peregrine book

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marsthebabie · 5 months

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Diane Sherman x Reader

TW: Physical abuse, trauma, a little violence, and cursing.

F/N=Father's name

M/N=mother's name

Y/N Pov

I woke up to my father pulling me out of my room and dragging me out of my room to the kitchen. The scent of Alcohol was strong. "What the fuck is this shit" My father yelled pointing to the dirty dishes. " I-I was really tired a-and i needed a n-nap" I said softly. "One job! One fucking job was all you had'He yells. I flinch and start to cry. "Oh are you gonna cry you big fucking baby. Get over and do your job"He yelled.

He walked away in to the living room with another beer bottle. I start washing the dishes and a little later my mom entered the room. "What the fuck is this, hearing you didn't do one simple chore" she asked drunkenly. "I-i Was really tired. I stayed up last night studying" I said.

"Aw you were studying? Fucking nerd. You should be lucky I decided to keep you or you would be dead and I'd have filthy dishes" She says. "Maybe you should do the dishes" I said. "What was that you fucking disappointment? If i did the dishes then there would be no reason to keep you around you ungrateful bitch"she yelled before slapping me so hard that I fell to the floor.

Then my father kicked me and dragged me back to my room. "Stay fucking quiet or I'll fucking beat you" He says before slamming the door shut. After he shut my door I grabbed my phone sobbing. I Scrolled through my contacts tapped on the only one who I could talk to as I regressed. My girlfriend, Diane. "Hey baby what's up" Diane asks.

I sob into the phone. "Baby, honey what's wrong" She asks concerned. "M-M-My F/N dwagged me fwom my woom an welled at me to cwean dishes cuz I no wans to cuz I-I-I was sweepy. An den M/N callled me disappwointmen she hits me" I sob out. "Aw baby. I'm so sorry. You need to get out of there hun" She says.

" I knows but me too scared" I say. "Quit you sobbing you fucking pathetic bitch" He yells out. I start hyperventilating scared he will come in and hit me. "Shhh baby breathe. Breathe love. Focus on my voice little one" She says. She continues talking as I start settling down.

"There you go princess. Good job baby"She says. "Tank chu mommy" I say. "Of course kitten/puppy. Now you start packing princess I'm coming to save you" She says as I hear her get into her car. "Okay mommy. Be here soon otay mommy" I ask. "Of course baby I'm going to be there as soon as I can" she says. A couple hours later I'm in Diane's car on my way to a happier life. Every worry fades as late night phone calls turn into a rescue mission.

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cabensonsgirly · 1 year

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Eyes boring a way through me Paralyze, controlling completely. (18+)

Chapter One

#Diane Sherman #diane sherman imagine #Diane sherman x reader #Sarah paulson #Sarah paulson imagine #Sarah paulson x reader

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safic4-m · 1 year

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🤎💉Cum for me

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem Lector

Author’s note: Request made bycherylz170810, who asked for a one-shot with Diane, jealousy and smut. In this one-shot there is a small reference of what’s to come.

Word count: 1226

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

You didn’t understand why Diane hated your new neighbor so much, she was a nice woman, you had similar tastes in many things and finally you had someone to share these things Diane didn’t like.

-Cara, I have to go.

-Why?

-Diane will be here soon

-Nooo please stay,- she says pouting.

-I can’t, besides we have an event today

-It’s ok leave me- always dramatic

-It’s not like I’m leaving forever

-Of course you’re trading me for Diane

-She’s my…- being interrupted when she hears someone knocking on the door

Cara gets up to open the door and from your place in the living room you can hear the conversation.

-Mmhh… T/n…

-Leave my wife alone

-Excuse me?

-I want you to stay away from T/n

-But…

-Stay away from her

With that last you hear Diane walk away and you excuse yourself to Cara to go see your wife.

-What happened?- you ask the redhead with intrigue as you find him in the kitchen.

-I don’t know what you’re talking about,- she replies, filling a glass with water.

-I was with Cara,- you say, watching her stiffen.

-What’s the matter?- you ask softly -you’re not like that.

-I don’t like her,- she says angrily looking away.

-You’re lying,- taking her jaw to make her look you in the eye.

-I don’t… I don’t like her,- she says softly.

-Something else is going on and you don’t want to tell me,- just a few centimeters from her lips.

Diane breaks the space between you claiming your lips, her tongue enters your mouth making you moan, only to make her believe that she is the one dominating the kiss,

-Now are you going to tell me what’s going on?,- you ask breaking the kiss.

-Maybe,- she says above a whisper to try her luck.

-So that’s how it’s going to be?- you ask leaving a few kisses along his neck.

-Maybe,- he says between gasps.

-No,- slipping your hands under her sweater, -wrong answer,- making her moan as you suck on a sensitive spot on her neck.

-And what are you going to do about it,- she says writhing under your touch.

-Let me think about it,- caressing her breasts above her bra.

-Please..,- she says arching her back.

-Since you won’t tell me the truth, I’ll have to get it out of you any way I can,- you say a few inches from your lips.

You kneel in front of her and remove her pants and underwear, you run your tongue over her lips stopping on her clitoris for a second, this simple action makes her squirm in place, clinging to the breakfast bar.

-Fuck me,- she says when she sees you do nothing.

One of his hands tangles in your hair and pulls you closer to where he needs you most. You grant her and begin to eat her out, her moans start to get louder the closer she gets to her orgasm.

You pull away from her listening to her moaning in frustration and before she can say anything you speak up.

-How sad that only good girls can cum,- leaving a kiss on her clitoris and you stand up.

-Please… I’m a good girl,- squeezing her thighs together to get some relief.

-Really?- you ask rhetorically with a raised eyebrow.

You leave her there and go up to your room, when Diane comes in she hears you are in the bathroom, she wanted to cum, but knew if she did she would get in trouble. When you come out of the bathroom you find your wife lying on the bed squeezing her thighs together.

-Are you going out?

-Today is dinner with the Dimistrescu family,- you say, untangling your hair.

-Right… I forgot,- getting out of bed to go to the bathroom.

-If you behave yourself I promise to reward you,- you say seeing her expression change to a more cheerful one.

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The dinner was amazing, and the food had been exquisite, but you couldn’t say the same for Diane, you had spent most of the dinner fussing under the table, by the time the evening was over your wife was a writhing mess in her place.

When you got home she had rushed upstairs to the bedroom and of course you would give her what she wanted, but you were going to give it to her very…very slowly.

Diane’s shallow breathing filled the room, after being denied orgasm for the third time, a loud, needy noise escaped her.

-What was that?- you tease biting your lower lip.

Your index finger ran tantalizingly slowly up and down her slit teasing her as you had been doing for the last twenty-five minutes. Your wrist was starting to ache but you couldn’t care less, not when you could enjoy the view in front of you.

Her moans had become more desperate as the minutes passed, her hands clenched the sheet tightly and her hips swayed at your touch. Diane’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she let out another moan.

-Please…- lifting her hips for more contact.

-If you do that again, I’ll stop,- gently slapping her thigh in warning.

-Please touch me…I promise I’ll be good- his voice barely above a whisper.

-Just a little more,- running your fingernails up and down her leg.

She sank into the pillow with a snort of frustration.

You loved seeing her undone by you, you fed on the image of her underneath you with her reddened face and chest covered with marks you had made, her shallow breathing and tousled hair

-Do you have any idea- you whispered, leaving a trail of kisses down her body until you reached her mouth -how beautiful you look now?

Diane moaned into the kiss, as you ran a hand down her body, making her shudder, the kiss broke by making her moan loudly as you began to make circles around her aching clit, but your touch was too gentle to get her release.

Desperate little gasps were coming from her and you were beginning to take pity on her.

Nestling between her legs you pressed your mouth against her center, sucking gently on her clit and swirling your tongue over it. Her hips jerked and a soft cry came from her, you smiled, lazily slid your tongue in to tease her entrance, pushing just a little before returning to her clit.

Your eyes couldn’t take your eyes off her as you pleasured her, sucking, licking and teasing her entrance; repeating these motions over and over until her walls contracted.

Diane dug her heel into the mattress as her legs trembled from the amount of pleasure she was feeling, it was taking all her strength not to cum at that moment.

You slide two fingers inside her without warning, making her moan loudly, you curve your fingers inside her finding that spongy spot that makes her go crazy; you suck on her clit humming and making the vibrations, trigger a great amount of pleasure. Diane’s back arched as her knuckles turned white from the tight grip.

-Please…- she pleads, her breath catching in her throat, -I can’t..- whimpering.

-Cum for me,- bringing her to climax.

Her hips jerked violently, as she threw her head back with her eyes closed and biting her lip hard.

After cleaning her you settle in next to her pushing aside a lock of hair and leaving a kiss on her forehead as she recovers from her orgasm.

-You did so well,- kissing her tears with love, -I love you,- taking her in your arms to let her rest.

-I love you too,- before falling into the realm of sleep.

#run #diane sherman #diane #diane sherman x reader #diane x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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urlocalmilfloverr · 1 year

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"Y/n get back here!" Diane was chasing you. Again. With a syringe in one hand and handcuffs in the other "baby please I don't want to hurt you! You know that" she cried

"Diane please" you beg. You hit a dead end and turn to see her just seconds away "please I'll stop"

"I can't trust you baby" she steps closer and takes your face in her hands "I don't want to hurt you baby but it's for your own good" she places a kiss on your lips as she handcuffs you

"Mommy" you start as tears spill from your eyes knowing she loves when you call her that "please I'll be good"

"Oh baby" she leaves the handcuffs on but doesn't cuff your wrists together, leaving your left hand free "promise you'll be a good girl for me"

"I promise" her eyes fill up with tears at the sight of you

"I'm so sorry baby" she kisses you again "I'm so sorry" she cries harder at the events that occurred moments ago "I'm sorry. I love you" she reassures with a smile

"It's okay" you kiss her back and melt into her touch "I love you too"

(Not actually a Diane playlist It just fits her character)

#sarah paulson #diane sherman #sarah paulson x reader #hulu originals #sarah paulson characters #fanfic writer #wattpad #writers on tumblr #Spotify

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blxckchxrrybxby · 2 years

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Couples Retreat

Pairing(s): Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable, Diane Sherman, Billie Dean Howard, Mildred Ratched x Gwendolyn Briggs, Ally Mayfair-Richards, Y/N, **Mentions Ivy**

summary: What happens when a Couples Retreat turns out to be more stressful than pleasurable?

wordcount: 2.02k

“Please have your boarding pass ready. First-class boarding for Lucia, California will begin in approximately twenty minutes. Thank you.”

You huffed as you listened to the sound of the attendant over the speaker and tried your luck at calling Ivy again. A frown etched itself onto your face as your hands searched through your carry-on for your pass. The phone she had bought you laid snug between your shoulder and cheek. After a few trills, the call was sent to voicemail for the umpteenth time this morning. Usually, you weren’t the type to waste your emotions on someone’s voicemail, but you were fed up.

“Ivy, how dare you not show up for this idiotic trip that you insisted we go on! You've got ten minutes to get your ass here.” You vented in a hushed and angry tone into the microphone. You weren’t completely sure why she wasn’t returning your calls, when in fact, you both had just spent time together yesterday. It wasn’t like her to miss your calls unless she was busy working at her restaurant. Aside from that, what other responsibilities did she possess?

As you tried your best to calm your nerves, you decided to head over to one of the main windows and watch the planes take off. The air was dewy, and the sun had barely begun to rise, but thankfully, this kind of weather soothed you the most. As you leaned against the wall, your mind wandered back to Ivy.

Meanwhile—in the nearest coffee shop—two women sat, relishing in simple conversation.

“Aren’t you thrilled?” Cordelia asked, laying a comforting hand on the redhead across from her. She gazed fondly as her lover sipped the scalding black coffee and placed it down onto the coaster. With both women being punctual as ever, they managed to make it to the airport far earlier than expected. This of course allowed them to spend some well-deserved time together before the flight took off.

“To be surrounded by a bunch of paired-up imbeciles? I’m ecstatic.”

The monotonous response made the witch chuckle, “I’m sure you are. I can hear the excitement.”

With a huff, Wilhemina responded, “Why must we take the plane?” She leaned closer to her wife, whispering, “Couldn’t we use your magic?”

“Nope.” The Supreme smiled, after popping the ‘p’ rather obnoxiously. “Being around people will be good for us. You’ve rarely been out of that Godforsaken office of yours for weeks, and this may be my only chance to step away from the Coven.”

Wilhelmina mentally rolled her eyes as she sipped on her coffee again, still not fond of the idea of spending more than an hour on a plane. Surely the destination would not be worth the hassle of soothing the pain those horrid seats would cause against her back.

Noticing that her lover was far from happy, Cordelia slowly eased her foot out from her heel and grazed it across Wilhemina’s freshly shaven leg, beneath the table. “Besides…” She lowered her voice enough to match her wife’s previous whisper, “…I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

Wilhemina froze, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention and goosebumps spread across her skin like wildfire. Her cheeks grew a shade darker, however, she remained composed; taking a moment to gaze at the blonde over her cat-eye glasses. Lust aside, the older woman hummed in response, knowing that her Delia knew best.

“Fine, but I’ll hate every moment nonetheless.” Cordelia was about to chuckle in response; however, another voice beat her to it. Her eyes skimmed over to meet the sensuous ones of Ally Mayfair-Richards. She couldn’t help but to take in the woman’s appearance. A deep scarlet pants suit and heels for a flight? How suave, she thought.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to listen.” Ally stated sincerely, laying her hand flat against her heart as she continued to stand in line, waiting for her own cup of brew.

Wilhemina eyed her. “How does one not mean to listen?” Beneath Mina’s composed expression lay a nervous heart. What if this woman heard the brief mention of Cordelia’s magic? Delia laid a comforting hand on her wife’s in order to keep the beast inside her tame.

Ally allowed her voice to drop down to its natural octave, sarcastically snapping back at Wilhemina. “I would assume it’s something synonymous with overhearing-” Delia shot the shorthaired woman a warning glare. No matter how unkind Mina could come off, she wouldn’t let just anyone speak to her in any kind of way. “-but then again, what do I know?” Ally stated, trying to save the first impression of herself with the women she had just come to meet. “I really didn’t mean to intrude, it’s just that I’m going on this stupid couples’ retreat, and my wife hasn’t shown up yet. So, when you mentioned you’ll hate every moment, I could agree.”

Cordelia lightly tapped her heel against Mina’s. Something was odd about the woman’s statement and they both knew it.

Mina tilted her head, “You’re married and… your wife didn’t ride to the airport with you? Pardon my judgment, but isn’t that a bit odd?”

Cordelia slightly arched an eyebrow, glancing at Mina through her peripheral. Pardon her judgment? Since when did she care about how people took to her critical commentary?

The woman shrugged, “Not for us. Actually, it’s pretty common. We have a son and run a restaurant, so we aren’t typically granted the luxury of being up under one another all the time.”

Wilhemina arched an eyebrow, taking the woman’s story in. Did she take the fiery redhead as a fool? A blind man could see past her lies. Her fingertips tapped lightly against the cup of coffee, which now remained half empty and cold. Her eyes scanned over the facial features of the content brunette until her doe eyes met Wilhemina’s. They stared at one another for a moment; Ally slightly shifting from side to side beginning to feel uncomfortable under the redhead’s heavy peer. It was as if she could indeed see through her.

Cordelia cleared her throat a bit, not liking the fact that her lover was suddenly so interested in a stranger they had just met. She slipped her foot into her heel and slid her chair back, standing up enough to turn to Ally. “Well, I’m sure I heard the overhead say it was almost time to board, so we’ll talk with you once we land.” Wilhemina broke eye contact at the sound of Delia’s voice and followed suit, standing with the aid of her cane.

Ally smirked, perking up a bit at the realization that she would be boarding right along with the older women, “First class as well?”

“Yes, however, I doubt we’ll be seeing much of you,” Cordelia replied, forcing a smile—and trying to hide her jealous thoughts—whilst Mina threw her coffee away. Ally momentarily backed down, noticing the tension she had caused.

Once the woman in purple returned, Cordelia laid a hand on her lower back and began to walk away, before her lover mumbled out an indifferent, “It was delightful meeting you.”

Ally bit her lip in response, not finding it necessary to smile nor acknowledge the apathetic compliment. She had plenty of time to do so later. Once the couple was out of her sight, she moved up in the line; continuing to patiently wait for her brew.

As the two lovers made their way to the appropriate gate, a very frazzled Diane Sherman fidgeted out of anxiety near the entrance of the airport.

“I-I just had it!” she stated, rummaging through her cardigan pockets.

“Mom, calm down.” Her daughter soothed over the phone. “I’m sure it’s in your carry-on. This is only your eighth time checking for it.” She giggled with sarcasm, knowing this was her mother’s first time being alone since having her. You’d think with Diane being as thorough as she was that she’d be able to keep up with her boarding pass.

Diane huffed, “Chloe, are you sure you don’t want me to stay home?”

“Mom-”

“It’s nothing for me to head back to you.”

“Mom-”

“There’s plenty we can do. I mean, when was the last time we saw a movie?”

“Mom! I’ll be fine, I promise. I’m capable of taking care of myself, remember?”

Diane inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, trying her hardest to shake the anxiety dwelling within her. “Okay, okay… just remember to ca-”

“Call you every day when I wake up and every night before bed. Yes, I know, mom. Now, go enjoy yourself!”

Diane nodded to herself, “Alright. You’re right. I’ll um, call you when I land. Or maybe I’ll text you before the plane takes off-”

“Bye, mom!”

“Bye… I love you!” Diane hesitantly hung up and slipped her phone into her pants pocket; examining the large airport. It was fairly empty, yet still overwhelming to the homebody. She glanced into her carry-on and slid out her boarding pass, looking around like a lost puppy trying to find the correct gate.

As you stood by the window, figuring it was time to get ready to board, you couldn’t help but notice the poor woman. You slowly made your way over to her, offering a warm smile, “Hi… I could be completely wrong, but you seem a tad bit lost.”

Diane chuckled nervously, rubbing her neck. “Is it that obvious?”

You laughed softly and nodded, “Only a little. Is there any way that I could help you?”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to-”

“I insist.” You started empathetically, “If you’re anything like how I was when I first came to this airport… well, let’s just say I would have loved it if someone offered me help. I lost my boarding pass and almost missed my flight.”

She laughed softly, letting a bit of her nervousness subside. “I suppose a bit of help wouldn’t hurt…” She stared at you for a moment before clearing her throat and looking down at her ticket, “I um… I’m looking for gate A12?” She held the boarding pass up so you could see it more clearly.

You smiled, “Wait, are you going on the couples’ retreat as well?”

She blushed, “Oh, God no. It’s just me, myself, and I.”

You nodded understandably, “Well, either way, we’ll at least be on the same plane.” She smiled wide, bashfully biting her lip as you adjusted your carry-on, “Come. The gate isn’t too far from here.”

She nodded and followed along as you both made your way to the gate.

As everyone in first-class began to board, you couldn’t help but feel saddened at the fact that Ivy stood you up. However, you refused to let a good, already-paid-for vacation go to waste. You stood towards the back of the line, slowly moving as first-class boarded. You noticed Diane in your peripheral standing alone. After a moment of thought, it dawned on you that Ivy wouldn’t make it, hence an extra first-class boarding pass. You quickly reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the line with you.

“Oh, I think you’re mistaken. I’m not first-class.” She stated, almost ashamedly.

You linked arms with her and smiled, “You are today.”

Once you and Diane had made it onto the plane, you smiled and offered her the window seat. She refused for a few moments until you sat near the aisle, giving her no choice but to take the window seat. She thanked you bashfully and thus a conversation accrued.

One row behind you sat Ally, who waited patiently for the plane to finish boarding. As time ticked on, she spotted the captivating redhead from earlier and her lovely blonde spouse, merely two rows ahead of her on the opposite side. She chuckled to herself and laid back, pulling out a phone. She slid in her headphones and relaxed, pressing play. Your voice echoed through the earbuds,

“Ivy, how dare you not show up for this idiotic trip that you insisted we go on! You’ve got ten minutes to get your ass here.”

#sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #billie dean howard #cordelia goode x reader #ally mayfair richards #ally mayfair x reader #billie dean x reader #sarah paulson imagine #mildred ratched x reader #mildred ratched #gwendolyn briggs #mildred x gwendolyn #mildred ratched x gwendolyn briggs

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dreamypqulson · 1 year

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— for the hope of it all

requested by anon: any sarah character / falling for your professor / happy ending

pairing: diane sherman x reader

note: reader is not a minor so it’s legal bffs!

word count: 2100

The end of the year was approaching and it wasn't as exciting as it typically is. Graduation was soon and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to count down the days with exhilaration. You wanted to leave school finally, yes, but you couldn't leave her.

Miss Sherman had been your English instructor for the entire year now. You had never got too close to any teachers throughout the years, but Miss Sherman was different. Almost as if she wanted to get close to you.

You had spent many after school hours with her -even if you didn't need extra help on assignments or the lesson. You would stay to help her, and maybe even fake stupidity so she could teach you one on one.

Your many absences had nearly disappeared at this point. You wanted to come, every single day, just so you could see her.

The bell rang and the class cleared out. You rushed to shove your papers into your bag as the room become quiet. "Y/n, can you stay back for a minute, honey?" Honey. She always called you that. You could say she called everyone that or she was just saying it to be nice, but if you looked back on the way she addresses other students, you’d be lying.

You hummed your approval and once your shaky hands managed to shove your folder into your bag, you placed it on your back and walked up to her desk.

She looked up at you and smiled, for just a moment it was silent. And you think your brain might explode with these long stream of thoughts. She leaned her elbows on her desks and propped her head in her hands. She’s in the perfect position for you to kiss her, and you’re right there, and nobody else is around. But you quickly shake those thoughts away. That is extremely inappropriate.

“You seemed very lost in your thoughts today. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Her voice was gentle and her eyes softened as she spoke. Everything about her was so welcoming and she felt just like the feeling of coming home after a long day. “Are you okay,” she asked, seriously this time.

You cleared your throat and nodded. In fact, not okay. It was far too difficult to pay attention with the blouse she wore today. The cut, not risqué, but lower than usual. “I’m fine. I’m just really tired.”

“Are you sure you’re just tired, sweetie? You don’t seem like yourself. Very flustered and on-edge.” If she wasn’t being so sweet, you would’ve thought that she was out to get you.

You fiddled with the straps of your bag. A nervous habit that you picked up on. Her eyes adverted to your hands and she noticed how fidgety you were being. “Positive. My mind was just running a lot last night and I couldn’t seem to shut it off.”

“Alright,” she smiled. You knew she wasn’t fully content with your answer, but she decided to let it slide. “Well you know i’m here for you if you ever want to talk.”

“I know. Thank you, Miss Sherman. Bye, have a nice weekend.” You begin to walk back out of the classroom, just as your name was called again. You turned back around and she was closer than you anticipated.

She seemed to be unfazed by the closeness of it all, but you were sure that she could hear your pounding heart. “Almost forgot; there’s a paper due on Mon—”

And, fuck, she looked so pretty close up like this. You tried your hardest to hold yourself back, you really did, but you truly wanted to sleep tonight and you couldn’t if all you could think about is how would her lips feel against mine.

You did it. You stood on your toes, because she was just a little bit taller than you, and kissed her. Simple and sweet, but there was no denying that it happened.

She looked shocked, and you weren’t sure if she was appalled or flustered. She was certainly trying to find something, anything to say. But before she could, you were already running out the door. “Shit! I’m— i’m so sorry, Miss Sherman.”

Diane stood there, beyond puzzled. You didn’t even give her the chance to kiss you back. If only you had waited just a moment longer.

Diane found you walking home from the school. Often times, she took another root, but she was running late leaving today and there would've been too much traffic. She wouldn’t have been home for another two hours from now. There was a frown on your face, a difficult look for the older woman to ignore. She was only trying to help, really— "Y/n! Need a ride?"

You turned to look into the car. You were startled at first; an unfamiliar voice calling your name. But you saw darkened amber locks and soft brown eyes shimmering as a golden river. You didn't hesitate to hop into the car.

And you should’ve. You really should’ve hesitated. Because not even an hour ago you were kissing the woman.

Still, you discovered solace in the warmth of her vehicle. The forth month of the year was warm but the evenings still chilled out anyone with a shirt shorter than the length of their arms.

Diane still had difficulty noting the cause of your gloomy aura. She decided to ignore your sorrow face and focus on the road ahead. The conversation was directed elsewhere, and you could finally take a deep breath. "What happened to your car?"

You looked over at her again and she looked nearly glad that you were walking. That she so happened to catch you when she could help out. "It's in the shop. It broke down yesterday evening."

"You could've asked me to drive you home, you know."

You leaned back and sighed. Her seats were so soft, so much so that you could fall asleep. Yet, your eyes remained wide open. Your mind ran too fast and your heartbeat thrummed in your chest so loud that you could hardly hear the words coming out of her mouth.

"I didn't entirely know if we are on speaking terms." You looked at the window to give off the impression that you didn't care about the conversation being held. But you did care. You care so much about everything and nothing.

"Of course we are, y/n. I'm your teacher—"

"Miss Sherman—"

"—Diane," She corrected you, yet stern as if she were talking to a misbehaving student. She is. You have to remember that.

"Exactly, Diane. I think we both know that it's much more than that." Your house came into view and she pulled into the driveway. Neither of you decided to make a move and it was then that you discovered that you were allowed to leave. “Like that time you kissed my forehead, or how you only call me honey and sweetie. It’s so much more, Diane.”

It was left at that. Neither of you wanted to admit the solemn truth because you both knew what you were doing to each other was wrong. Nevertheless, neither of you could find it in yourselves to care of stopping.

You wanted her, and she wanted you. That was that.

The following day, your feet dragged down the hallway to the English room. It was as if your ankles were locked in weighted shackles.

You were the last one to walk in. Everyone was already seated and chattering. Still, Diane watched you as you sat down, only making eye contact for a mere moment until you broke it. Her expression was unreadable which had to have been worse than anything. You had to sit there while she taught, unable to focus on the story on the board because of your own romance with your forbidden lover.

You suffered in this torture until you eventually excused yourself to the bathroom. You just needed a break, and frankly, you weren't sure that you would go back to class.

You sat in silence and held back rivers in your eyes so your mascara wouldn't smudge. It was until then that you heard the bathroom door open again. You rolled your eyes, aware that anyone who goes into the bathroom is only using it to smoke it out.

Gentle footsteps walked towards the last stall. The one you sat in. Steps as soft as if the person was floating rather than stepping. "Y/n?" The voice called out in a hushed whispered. Contained and hastily, as if your name was forbid to say.

You stood up and brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your shirt. You made no effort to walk out of the stall. You wanted her to find you herself. "Y/n, is that you?"

A her knuckles knocked against the stall door, echoing in the empty bathroom. You clear your throat and finally spoke up, "Yes it's me." Still, you could not bring yourself to open the door. You didn't want to see the face that you were disallowed to have. It pained you too much.

"Can I come in," there was hesitance in her voice, "I just want to talk to you." Your throat got caught up somewhere in your vocal cords. You opted to just unlock the door and move to the side for her to squeeze in.

There was not enough space between either of you, yet you felt two world apart. She gazed into your eyes, you don't know what she was trying to seek in them, but you assumed she was feeling the same things you were. Lust, desire.

It was a matter of seconds before she was kissing you. Or you were kissing her. You couldn't remember. Everything was foggy and you were caught up in a haze of the sweet vanilla taste of her.

You pulled away when you were brought to your senses by her hand on your waist. You were mere inches apart and you just wanted more of her but there were things to be said. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"There are so many things that I want to say to you," she exhaled some air. Her warm breath tickled your face, "but let's start with this."

And then she was on you again, but you weren't mad at it. You encouraged it. Urged in on. You ached for her. When her hand brushed against the hairs on the back of your neck, you arched your body closer.

You parted your lips and her tongue did not shy away from entering, exploring every inch of you. You moaned into the sensation, tugged on her shirt for something for your hands to do.

After nearly seeing heaven, you both caught your breaths in parting. She brushed away the stray hairs on your face, looking at you with a smile that could only be described as love.

"If that's what wanting to talk to me means," you took a deep breath and gulped, hard, "then please never shut the fuck up."

She belly laughed at you but then the school bell rang and it sent her into a slight sense of panic. "Shit, the class." She pulled away and everything suddenly felt cold. "Meet me at my car after school." She fixed up her hair with a simple flattening hand and winked at you.

Then she was gone, leaving you there with a pounding heart and aching lips.

The end of the day came slower than you cared to admit. The hands on the clock passed as slow as if a snail was dragging it along. And you wanted to curse her for doing this to do.

Yet you still found yourself racing to the parking lot as soon as the obnoxiously loud bell rang in your ears. You never thought that you would want to hear that bell this badly before.

The redness on your cheeks pulsed and the cool breeze could not seem to settle that. Your heart beat; loud and heavy like a band banging on their drums. You could say that your rapid pulse was from walking so speedily, but you would be lying about that.

You could spot her leaning against her car with her arms crossed at her chest. She was grinning, ear to ear. A sly look on her face was prominent and helped you discover that she just wanted you.

You didn't know what had altered her perception on the relationship, but you didn't really want to know right now.

You walked up to her, body warmth radiating between you with the press against each other. You were her girl and you didn't want to hide that. She grabbed the back of your head and lightly pulled you closer by that. You touched her lips with your own, soft and sweet. And that was the moment you knew.

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yourmomssidepiece · 27 days

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𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑎ℎ 𝑃𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑅𝑢𝑛 (2020)

#run movie #sarah paulson #diane sherman #kiera allen #chloe sherman

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camillelespanayesbtch · 4 months

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She's giving Wilhemina but in love (with Cordelia.)

Sarah Paulson at the opening of the Broadway show Appropriate.

Source: Sarahpaulsbean

#sarah paulson #diane sherman #ally mayfair richards #sally mckenna #Wilhemina Venable #Cordelia Goode

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agathasangel · 2 years

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Leave Everything Behind But Me- Part 6

diane’s pov woo

warnings: all the usual (stalking, drugging, manipulation)

i’m not dead you guys! it’s been such a long time though. i’ve been incredibly busy for the past several months, but i’m gonna try to post when i can because i still really enjoy writing these.

It was the longest three weeks of Diane’s entire life.

You were there, lying in her bed, but she couldn’t talk to you, kiss you, or do anything with you. Diane missed you, her sweet, precious girl, but knew this was what she had to do.

She predicted you’d be out for around two to three weeks, so she used a feeding tube to make sure you were fed and hydrated. She rarely left the house, afraid you would need her and she wouldn’t be there.

“Hey, honey... how are you... I miss you. I’m gonna get the tube now. Okay?”

Diane would talk to you sometimes, knowing you couldn’t answer her. It was hard for her not to stare at you and talk to you, to remind herself that her little angel was still there.

While she watched you, she photoshopped pictures. Lots of pictures of the two of you at amusement parks, theaters, even the hospital (because you were sick, of course. She had to take care of you, and that meant taking you to the hospital whenever her care couldn’t be enough). She dreamed of all of that being real. Even more years with you, loving you, caring for you.

It wasn’t as if the two of you didn’t have photos together, you did. Diane took lots of pictures of you when she took you out. It all started because Diane was looking at lots of photos of you. At restaurants, the movies, and your favorite, the arcade. So much fun. So much love. It was a shame that it was ruined. But, Diane decided, she would build a new, even better life with you. You would truly need her. Hopefully these new medications would make you more pliable, more suggestible. She didn’t know what would happen if you became scared of her again. She didn’t think she’d be able to cope.

Sometimes Diane thought that maybe you were right. Maybe she didn’t have to do this. Maybe she could have salvaged the situation, and you would still love her. She could have befriended you as herself, took you in, and everything could have been better. But it was impossible for Diane to think that you could really, truly love her. Still, your voice when you were begging her to just talk to you, insisting that you could live a normal life together stuck in her head.

One day, she photoshopped pictures of the two of you at a beautiful, isolated, scenic wedding together, getting married.

Oh how Diane wished that it was all real.

And then she had an idea. She went to the jeweler’s and bought beautiful matching rings, one for each of you. Wedding rings. The people working there were a little bit confused, but they went with it. When Diane got home, She put one of the rings on herself, and then she took your hand and put the other on you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“My beautiful wife. I love you. Please wake up soon.”

The great day finally came when you woke up. It was painful for Diane that you couldn’t remember her, but she knew that it was for the best.

Otherwise, you’d be afraid of her, right?

You felt horrible for not remembering your wife, the woman who took care of you for years when you were sick, and who loved you like nothing else. This made Diane feel even more guilt for what she had done, but she knew the alternative was far worse.

That night, Diane decided to put on a movie. She couldn’t help but kiss you, she missed it so much.

“You’re so beautiful, Diane. I want to kiss you all night...”

Hearing you say that made Diane’s heart leap with joy. You still loved her. Everything would get better from here.

“I want that too. God (y/n), I’ve missed this.”

Diane then grabbed you and kissed you more, harder. It lasted the rest of the night until you started to get sleepy.

“Come to bed with me, baby girl.”

Diane took you to bed and held you as you drifted off. She tried her best to stay awake as long as she could so she could just admire you.

“You’re so beautiful, (y/n).”

Diane made sure you were well loved and taken care of. But she could also see what a difficult time you were going through, she could see what she’s been putting you through. It made her feel guilty, but not enough to stop. You were all she had in the way of family, of love. You were the only thing that made her happy. And you needed her. Diane thought about how lonely you were, how your parents didn’t appreciate you, and how you finally found love in Diane. Thinking about this made Diane feel so much better about all the ways she’s hurt you.

You had good days, days where you were happy and had energy. Diane would take you to all your favorite places to re-introduce you to them. She started taking more pictures, real ones to replace the photoshopped ones that were still on her computer.

“You loved the arcade the most, (y/n).”

“I really like it! This is really fun Diane, thank you!”

But you also had bad days, when you had a hard time getting out of bed, when you apologized to Diane over and over for forgetting about her.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault. And things are getting better, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Diane.”

But one morning, Diane called you for breakfast and you didn’t come. She got worried, ran into your bedroom and saw that you were crying. She was terrified, she hated seeing you upset like this, your beautiful face all red and wet with tears.

“Are you okay? What’s the matter?”

Diane sat on the bed and cupped your cheek before pulling you close to her.

“I’m sorry Diane,” you said. “I just feel so bad... I wish I could remember you... it makes me so sad thinking that you- you love me and you’ve taken care of me for four years and I only remember a couple of weeks! I’m sorry... I feel like I hurt you. I just want all my memories back so bad...”

oh no. that poor girl, Diane thought, beginning to feel guilty all over again for what she has done to you.

“Sweetheart... it isn’t your fault. You got hurt, that’s all. I understand it didn’t have anything to do with me.”

“But our- our wedding! I can’t even remember our wedding! You told me it was so beautiful and amazing and the best day of your life. It was probably the best day of my life too and I- I can’t even remember it!” Diane’s heart sank as you started to cry again, not knowing what to do. Little did you know that Diane wished the wedding were a real memory just as much as you did.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise.”

And Diane came up with an idea that would help the both of you.

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