#harriet hayes x reader

[dreamypqulson]

— half moon eyes, difficult despise

summary: once again, you find yourself upset with Harriet over the fact that she’s hiding you. It’s the last straw, you simply cannot be with someone who doesn’t want to show you off. However, Harriet decides that she will not go into the new year without you.

pairing: harriet hayes x reader

word count: 1300

“So,” You initiated a conversation you had been holding off for the past week. You wrapped your arms around the famous blondes neck while she sat in her hair and makeup chair. “Who are you taking to my new year’s eve party?”

You smirked at her. You and Harriet had been together for nearly a year now. Nobody knew about it, and Harriet wasn’t planning on telling anyone anytime soon.

Matt was her cover. He didn’t know, but she would take him as her date so everyone, especially the paparazzi, wouldn’t nag her about it. You were tired of hiding, she knew you were, too. It felt like she shoved you back into the closet and you were suffocating in there.

You somehow thought it would be different this time. If she were to arrive with Matt, she would have to kiss him. Something about Matt being her ball drop kiss didn’t sit right with you. She was yours. Your girlfriend. You were hers. Kissing him at midnight would just set in a promise that this would be their year together.

“You know I have to bring Matt.” She looked at you through the mirror, and to relax you before you would get upset, she kissed your hand that lightly rested over her chest. You pulled away and moved back.

“Whatever, Harriet,” you said. You got a sense you’ve been betrayed. You began putting your coat on, every move you took being aggressive. You weren’t an aggressive person but Harriet surely set you off.

Harriet turned around in her chair, she stared at you, puzzled. You were grabbing your bag, leaving, leaving her. “Y/n, what is your problem. You know this is how it is.”

You were heading toward the door, but that, that halted you. You turned back around and Harriet swore that she could see flames in your eyes. You were angry, and you had every right to be, she knew that. Harriet wouldn’t even allow you to tell your closest friends about the relationship. Now, it’s been way too long to keep hiding. That exhilarating feeling of sneaking kisses behind peoples back doesn’t feel so good anymore.

“It’s not how it is. It shouldn’t be. It’s how you make it because you’re more concerned of how people view you rather than your own girlfriends feelings.” At this point, you were yelling. You were furious. Harriet walked closer to you and hushed you. She didn’t want any wandering ears to hear. It made it that much worse; she was locking the closet even tighter even in your worst moments.

“That’s just not true,” she whispered-yelled. “You just don’t understand, if I tell people, then I could lose my family, my fans. I’m known as a Christian girl. I always have been.”

“Because your fans are more important than me. You’re nothing without them, right?”

“I’m nothing without you!” The blonde argued, throwing her hands around to pursue her point.

“If you’re nothing without me then everyone would know. They would think of the Harriet and Y/n couple when they see your face.”

“Why do you think that’s a good thing? They would think about it because it would drive them angry and disgusted. You know how it is, you know the how the people that follow me are!”

The room fell silent, feeling uneasily eerie after Harriet raised her voice, herself. Your eyes filled with tears, the glassy look shimmering, still, in the dim lighting. She wanted to reach out to you, to take everything back with a simple kiss like she always did. You could tell as a wave of emotions and confusion crashed over her face.

“Fuck you, Harriet,” was all you could muster. And like that, you were gone, leaving Harriet alone to bathe in her awful words. If her wish was to spend New Years with Matt, then you granted it for her.

-

“Come on, what has got you so down today? It’s New Year’s eve!” Your friend, Jordan, asked. She was nearly tipsy but she was still always there for you. You couldn’t say the same for Harriet.

You could tell yourself that you didn’t want to see her again, but you were still looking through the crowd for a certain smile. Looking to see a confused women dancing with a man that didn’t treat her right. That didn’t know what you two do when he’s not around. It was wrong, but it felt so good.

“I guess i’m just tired. It was a crazy show yesterday, you know.” You shrugged it off, but Harriet still clung to your shoulder. Nevertheless, you kept up with the lie. More than half of yourself could still see a terrified Harriet when the topic was brought up. You didn’t want to destroy her like she did to you.

“Well this should cheer you right up!” Jordan passed you a shot, you downed it with her. But, still, the awful feeling didn’t wash down. It nagged deep in your heart.

-

Minutes until the new year approached and the feeling in your heart hurt so bad that you could’ve mistaken it for a heart attack. I want Harriet. She’s should be here with me. You watched the fireworks on the balcony. You needed to get away from the party. You knew Harriet was staring at the same sky with Matt; it made you feel sick.

However, Harriet’s heart thudded in her chest as she ran up a ton of stairs. She cursed you both for being a celebrity for once in her life. Why does being famous make you feel the need to have so many stairs?

By the sound of it upstairs, as Harriet got closer, the party was roaring. She could hear a countdown, they were at sixty so she didn’t have much time.

By the time she reached the top level, she was breathing hard. It was absolutely crowded and she was sure that she wasn’t going to find you in time. She stood and quickly gazed throughout the whole dim room. Alas, she saw the balcony door open. After the nights she spent here, she found that it was one of your favorite spots. You loved to kiss her all over under the moonlight.

She rushed over, pushing through the obnoxiously drunk people. It smelled of sparkling wine. She hoped you weren’t too drunk on it. She wouldn’t blame you though, after what she put you through.

She tapped you on the shoulder and your eyes widened in shock. “You still came,” was all you said, because the air was somehow getting tighter out here.

“I shouldn’t have let you leave,” she let out a deep breath that she had been holding in, “i’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you put your hand on her shoulder. It wasn’t okay, but she was simply afraid. You couldn’t hate her for her emotions. “I’m just glad you’re here. I…I love you,” you whispered the words of a promise. If you could only have her in secret, then so be it. You need her.

“No, y/n, don’t whisper it,” she said, sternly, but she was smiling brightly. “I love you!” Her voice was louder, drawing in a few looks from the house, but they all quickly looked away again. They didn’t care. It wasn’t important to them. It was important to the both of you. At the end of the day, nobody truly cared about anyone’s life but themselves and the ones they love.

“8, 7, 6,”

“Happy New Years, Harry.”

“5, 4, 3,”

“Happy New Years, my love.”

“2, 1!”

Harriet kissed you. In front of all of those people. She showed you she didn’t care about them, she cared about you. This was the year that Harriet would tell everyone to kiss whoever the fuck they want, and she was going to show them how, too.

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[paulsonsratched]

My fav Sarah characters as mothers

Billie Dean Howard:

- the “cool” mom

- would dress you AMAZING as a little child

- and spoil you with amazing clothes or expensive gift cards once you’re a teenager

- is your best friend but in your teen years she would embarrass you now and then

- “Why can I not go to the club with you?”

- Almost all of your friends would crush on her which is awkward for you

- “Yo y/n your mom is hot!”

- one of those mothers who takes some minutes to herself when angry and then just continues like everything is okay

- that is a con for you in case you actually feel the need to talk with her about the issues you just had

- She eventually gives in and talks to you because she loves you plenty but opening up and showing her emotional side is hard for her

- Some kids at school make fun of her profession

- “Does your mom see my dead rabbit also?”

- You protect her like a lioness just like she does

- “If you don’t want to join your rabbit I suggest you shut the hell up”

Wilhemina Venable:

- protective mom

- she didn’t really plan on having children but now is a badass single parent

- would occasionally take you to work because she just wants the best for you and the best for you is always with her

- At first Mutt and Jeff would complain but Mina would shut them down

- “If you don’t wanna lose your company you better get used to changing diapers.”

- they eventually became the most funny and caring uncles to you

- “Mini HR” Shirt, baby bottle and hat for birthday

- Wilhemina will be the softest mother to you

- When you get older you will always lure her in

- She can’t stay mad at you for more than 5min

- “I’m sorry mom” with puppy eyes

- Many eye rolls

- Mother check on every partner you bring home

- Always supportive of your relationships if she approves of the person though

- Cries like a baby when you move out

Mildred Ratched:

- After her own messed up childhood she wants to get it right

- And she does most of the time

- Strict mother though!

- loves to go to the playground with you

- Kinda gets a child herself

- But loves you plenty

- “Where’s my little pumpkin?”

- quite some fights when you get older

- Gwen’s little favorite

- “Did you ask your mom already?”

Harriet Hayes:

- the super duper anxious helicopter parent

- you get ANYTHING you want you just have to give her “the eyes”

- Always sings you lullabies

- You go out with her when you get older

- You’re kinda the one watching her at times

- “Mom don’t be that loud damn”

- you adapt a lot to her

- You end up being an actress in comedy yourself

- One night your mom presents you your Emmy award

- “I never could have made that without you mom.”

A/n: my fav ahs character is Lana but for the sake of me I can’t write for her. Hope you enjoyed it ☺️

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[mistydear]

running in circles, running from you (v)

harriet hayes x reader

summary: fake dating trope ft. homophobia and religious trauma but make it studio 60 funny

w/c: 2.9k

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chapter one, two, three, four

notes: hey! to the people still invested in this story (as well as soften me now) thank you??? love you. look out for more frequent updates :)

Friday — post show

By the time she pulls you into the bar across the street—away from the paparazzi—you still haven’t taken a breath. The loud music and loud voices and loud lights stun you out of your ringing numbness, and your throat closes. Your stomach tips and churns, and then you’re the one pulling Harry. She jerks as you drag her to the bathroom, heart pounding. You check to make sure no one else is there, and then you lock the door. 

“Y/N,” she starts anxiously, but you cut her off with a firm finger. 

“Mmm,” you hum sharply, unable to make eye contact. Then you press your hands against the rim of one of the sinks and hang your head. “I’m gonna throw up.” She strides up to you, standing too close.

“I just wanted to understand. Let me understand,” she pleads, and your fingers grip the sink. 

“You never gave me a choice!” you shoot back, looking at her. Your words echo on the tile walls, and you swallow the bile rising in your throat. “Fuck,” you hiss, turning on the faucet. You let the water run and your adrenaline soar, and you’re shaking. 

“This was the only way I could think to…” Harry insists, stopping helplessly, wringing her hands. Her brow is furrowed as she watches you splash cold water onto the back of your neck. 

“To what?” you snap tiredly. 

“To regain your trust. Your respect,” she offers, voice cracking, softening, as she meets your eyes. And you soften too, looking down into the basin of the sink. 

“I hate paparazzi,” you breathe weakly. 

“I know,” Harry whispers, watching you. You let her words linger in the air. Respect. She wants you to respect her. She cares about you. She’s risking her reputation as a Christian woman for you. She’s publicly going against her faith. For you. 

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, looking at her. She’s on the verge of tears, eyes welling as she swallows and shrugs helplessly. 

“I don’t want to lose you.” Her words echo through your head. Your stomach settles, and Harry presses her lips together, vulnerable and scared and waiting for you. Something comes over you, and for a moment it’s complete horror and then it’s awe and then you want to kiss her. You want to press her against the locked door and pull a moan from those soft lips. 

“Harriet,” you breathe quietly. 

“I know,” she mumbles, sniffling and wiping her eyes. Her hands are shaking, same as yours, and you wonder what she just did. 

What it means for the two of you. 

“Harry.” Her eyes find yours, standing a few feet from you, so expectant, so wide. You can’t find the words to say anything more. Just her name. Over and over again in your head. 

“Now what?” Her voice is hoarse. 

“I guess we go out there,” you suggest, glancing at the door behind her. She nods once and then again more confidently. 

“Okay.” Neither of you move, just staring at each other. You aren’t sure if you expect something more from her or if she’s expecting something from you, but nothing happens. Nothing moves. The muffled noises of loud music come to you from behind the locked door, but all you can think about is Harry. “I won’t lose you.” 

“I know,” is all you can say back. And you’re starting to think it might be true. 

. . . 

It isn’t long before news hits the bar. You and Harry have split up, and all you can focus on is trying to act normal until you see Simon and Tom come up to her at a table, looking much too serious for the end of a good night. They’re talking quickly. They’re confused. And then they’re looking over at you. Your first instinct is to run until you remember the young women outside the studio earlier that day. So in awe of you. Just for being you. So, you down your drink and walk over to them. 

“What’s happening?” Tom asks, blinking. You glance at Harry who’s sitting hunched on a bar stool, not quite knowing what to say. Hesitantly, you look from her to them. 

“Jordan got her wish, I guess.” It’s all you can think to say, and it pulls the corner of Harry’s lips into a smile, something amusing she can share with just you. And it settles you, eases some of the tension from your mind just knowing that Harry can smile with you. “Look, let’s just enjoy the night. It was a good show.” 

“It was an important show,” Simon adds, nodding to you, a gentle smile shining in his eyes. For the first time in your life, you feel a twinge of pride swelling in you. There’s always been a disconnect for you between marching at pride parades and feeling that same pride when you’re just walking down the street. But in this moment, with these people, you can feel it. And when you look down at Harry and see her smiling up at you, you think maybe she can feel it too. 

As the night deepens, you float through the bar, reveling in a newfound confidence you can feel blossoming within you. You couldn’t care less about what’s happening outside the bar or about what the press is saying about you because there’s a thousand pound weight off your shoulders. Like a baby bird, you feel weightless and wobbly and excited. Everyone you’ve spoken to from Studio 60 tonight is happy for you, and you’re happy. So when you stop off at the bar to get another drink, you’re a little startled to see Harry taking a shot by herself. 

“Hi,” you say, resting your forearms on the bar next to her. She blinks, and when her gaze drifts to you, you know she’s drunk. 

“Hello,” she replies. 

“You need a drinking buddy,” you decide, sitting next to her and waving the bartender down. He pours you both another shot of whatever Harry’s been drinking. She immediately holds it up to you, and you obediently clink your shot glasses together. 

“To the gays,” she says with so much woozy, bleary eyed pride you can’t help but laugh. You’ve never seen her like this. 

“Okay, Harry.” She taps her glass delicately on the bar then downs it. You grimace at the sting of vodka and watch as she struggles for a brief moment. 

“Oh, my body didn’t like that one.” She’s not slurring, but you can tell she will be in the next hour. Now unexpectedly serious, she turns to you. “Are you okay?” You consider her, unsure of what the truth even is right now beyond the initial haze.  

“I don’t know.” Your voice is raw. 

“Are you mad at me?” There’s something girlish in her tone, hesitant and worried, that melts the tension in your shoulders for a moment. Are you? 

“I don’t think so.” Though even if you were, you probably wouldn’t tell her that right now. There’s a precipice lingering behind her eyes, and you’re worried she’s close to jumping off it. “Maybe we should call it a night.” She pouts, and you think it might be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen, her eyes shining, cheeks flushed with alcohol. 

“Let’s have a cigarette first,” she mutters, sliding off the stool and wavering. You blink and reach instinctively to steady her, hands on her arms, squeezing gently. 

“Isn’t that how this all started?” you grumble, more to yourself than her, but she snorts, and you blush. As you stumble through the crowd, Harry’s hand lingers on your elbow, gently guiding as you follow her. When you’re out in the crisp night air, you pull your cigarettes from your back pocket and to your surprise watch as Harry grabs one for herself. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m branching out,” she mutters, the unlit cigarette between her lips. You light yours, and then Harry holds your hands steady in front of her while she lights her own, soft palms wrapped around your hand. It’s a brief moment, but the feeling of it sears into you, the curl of her fingers, the smell of her perfume, the flicker of a flame against her delicate features. 

“Yeah?” you ask, smoke curling from your lips. She hums, holding the cigarette between two fingers. 

“You know, trying out this whole friendship thing. For real this time.” 

“So it wasn’t real before?” you ask, curious and amused. She flicks ash onto the sidewalk and shakes her head. 

“Of course it was.” She pauses to look at you, really look at you. “Y/N, of course it was. It is. I just…wasn’t a good one. I’m trying to be. Now.” The way she stumbles is kind of cute, and you hate yourself for thinking it. For wishing you could scoop her up and squeeze her, taste the tobacco on her tongue. Instead, you take a long drag and look down at your shoes. “Look, Y/N, I have to say this before I lose my nerve.” She takes a breath, and you hazard a glance in her direction, curious what she could say to hurt you now. “I’m sorry I was such an ass to you.” Your eyes widen briefly in surprise. “I was raised very…traditionally, and I know that’s not an excuse. I just want to explain,” she rushes. “I—I was very sheltered. It made me scared and…inflexible. And ignorant.” She says definitively, barely able to meet your eyes, her own tearing up. “I don’t want to be ignorant anymore. And I want to be a better friend to you. I want you to trust me the way I trust you.” 

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit, overwhelmed with emotions you aren’t sure how to decipher. You want to believe her so badly it aches deep in your chest. You just don’t know if you can right now. It’s strange for so much happiness about coming out to coexist with so much confusion and anger at Harriet. And Harry just opens and closes her mouth, shakes her head, and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Y/N, please. Just give me a chance.” You want to tell her that she already took her chance when she told the press you were together. A chance was never offered to you. But you don’t say that. Harry bites her lip the way she does so often, tears welling in her eyes. “Say something.” 

“It’s done, Harry. We’re doing this, I just…I guess I don’t know who it’s for,” you admit, dropping your cigarette and snubbing it out with your toe. Harry does the same, pressing her hands into the back of her hips. She takes a breath. 

“It’s for you. Y/N, it’s for you.” 

What you really want is for her to love you. Not pretend to love you for the press. Not to pretend so that you can feel seen and validated. And certainly not to pretend so that Harriet can prove something to you. You want to love her openly and fiercely and with everything in you. But you suppose this is the best you’re going to get. 

“God, Y/N,” Harry finally breathes, stepping toward you. And in one swift motion, Harry’s arms are around you, one arm swooping around your waist, the other up across your shoulder. Stunned, you let her hold you, stumbling back as she latches on. 

“Harry…” The two of you don’t hug. It isn’t something you usually do. But when Harry squeezes you, you gasp as if shocked back to life and wrap your arms tight around her frame. It’s nice to hold her against you, warm and solid, her breathing in time with yours. You lean your head against her and close your eyes, wishing the moment would never end. Harry tangles a hand in your hair briefly, holding your head against her as she leans her cheek into your temple. Then she lets you go like it’s all too much. She’s flushed when you open your eyes, her own darting down as she swallows. You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or not. Then she rubs her chest nervously, and you notice it’s splotchy and red. 

“Will you, um, will you drive me home? I shouldn’t…” 

“I know.” Your voice is hoarse, and hers is raw and quiet. You can’t meet her eyes, your whole body buzzing. 

. . . 

Sunday morning — brunch

You sip your orange juice while Harry looks over the menu. She glances at you briefly over the top of it, brown eyes curious and calculating. 

“Just say it.” 

“So, how long have we been dating?” you ask as casually as you possibly can without feeling entirely ridiculous. Carefully, Harry sets down her menu. 

“Three months.” 

“That was definitive.” 

“Well, it wasn’t a trick question…was it?” Her brief paranoia amuses you, and you smile, just enough for her to relax. “Usually, I wouldn’t bother waiting that long to announce a relationship.” 

“Oh, wouldn’t you?” you ask, amused. 

“I’m a rather…definitive woman,” she teases, and the way she looks at you sends a welcome shiver down your spine, heat rising in your chest. You must have been looking at her with something akin to awe—and, maybe, if you dared even think it, arousal—because she cleared her throat and looked down. You forced yourself to do the same. “Anway, I just think with you, I might have waited a little bit longer. To, uh, come out.” You don’t necessarily need to ask her why, and she already seems embarrassed enough, so you let it lie. 

“Just so I know,” you begin, breaking the tense silence. “What are you comfortable with? You know, as far as PDA.” Harry chokes on her water, and coughs roughly as she sets it down. Her face an adorable shade of crimson, she blinks and shifts in her seat. 

“You can touch me,” she tells you, voice hollow, almost nervous. You swallow. 

“How?” 

“Y/N,” she laughs breathily, embarrassed, and you chew your lip, forcing down a grin. Maybe that was too far. Still, you love how easy it is to make her blush. You think you could subsist entirely off of smiles from Harriet Hayes. 

“You know we have a press event tomorrow,” you remind her carefully. She brushes her hair behind her ear. “I’m just trying to establish our cover.” 

“I know. It’s just feeling very real,” she struggles. 

“Already wanna break up?” You’re almost offended, but it’s more teasing than anything. 

“No. No, I just don’t like lying.” 

“Harry, you’re an actor,” you laugh but are immediately distracted by prying eyes a few tables over. 

“Yes, but—” 

“Harry.” She doesn’t notice your urgency. 

“—This is different.”

“Harriet,” you hiss, and she startles into silence. “Take my hand.” 

“What?” she blanches. 

“We’re being watched,” you whisper, extending your palm. Wordlessly, Harry takes it. You can tell she’s panicking a little because her eyes are wide, and she sits very still. “Hey,” you breathe, forcing her to look at you as you circle your thumb across the back of her hand. “They have a camera,” you tell her quietly. She watches your lips move as you talk, attentive to your body language. It’s relaxed and easy, directed at Harry the way a lover would be. Noticing this, Harry takes a breath and readjusts. Something shifts in her the way it shifts right before she goes on stage—a sheen over her eyes—and an unpleasant pang shoots through you. Nevertheless, Harry’s hand tightens in yours, her eyes traveling across you. The immediate need to apologize wells up in you like a tidal wave, and you just barely quell it down. Harry did, after all, sign up for this. 

“Hey,” Harry whispers as if you’re alone. You meet her eyes. “We’re actors, remember?” You take a breath, feeling as though every eye in the restaurant is on you. 

“I’m fine.”

“This isn’t just new for me, you know,” Harry reminds you. It’s comforting in a concerning sort of way, and you nod. She’s right, after all. 

When you drove Harry home on Friday, you lingered in her entryway. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” you asked, watching as she stumbled out of her heels, bracing herself against the wall. 

“Mmm. You wanna come in? Probably should see the place. Since we’re dating,” she offered, eyes glassy. You hesitated. The answer was yes. It was a vehement yes. 

“Another time,” you said instead. It felt dishonest to see her apartment like this. For a cover. You suppose it had to be done eventually. Just not tonight. Not like this. Harry deflated just a little, barely perceptible, but you know Harry’s quirks like the back of your hand. You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, seized by the terrifying thought that this wouldn’t bring you together like you were secretly hoping it would. That maybe it would be your fear that would tear the two of you apart for good. And wouldn’t that be ironic. “Drink some water.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” she saluted, a deep furrow in her brow. It quickly melted to a goofy smile, though, and your own tension melted with it. “See you Sunday?”

“It’s a date.” 

Now that you’re actually at Sunday brunch, it doesn’t feel much like a date. In fact, this is probably the most stressed you’ve ever been at brunch. You glance back at the people with cameras. They’ve gone back to their food, probably not paparazzi. Maybe just fans. You breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Coast’s clear.” 

Harry drops your hand. Then she purses her lips, smoothing out the napkin on her lap, letting out a gentle sigh. 

“Mission one, complete,” she says in the cheesiest spy voice, the most ridiculous grin on her cheeks. Still, you can’t help but feel cold without her touch. And then an ache begins to gnaw at you, slowly and quietly. 

#they're both feeling very complicated emotions rn #so they're actions are all over the place #hope it doesn't seem erratic lol !! #studio 60 on the sunset strip #studio 60 #studio 60 fanfic #harriet hayes #harriet hayes x reader #sarah paulson #writing

[laguna-lesbian]

hii !! just saying, i made some character playlists a while ago so if anyones interested in my wank taste in music...

cordelia goode

sally mckenna

wilhemina venable

harriet hayes

plz no one bully me okay bye

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[loverofallthingssarah]

A night of surprises with you

request: request for harriet! you’ve been in a relationship with harry for awhile but this is your first time actually going out to dinner/on a date with her but she’s really nervous because the idea of people knowing she’s in a relationship with a woman scares her so the whole time you’re on the date, you’re trying to distract her and calm her down and in the end, every goes fine and harry’s fear is forgotten :) (if that make sense) @dreamypqulson

WARNING: None

Word count: 700

A/N: sorry for any mistakes or typos!!

Today was the day you finally found time to take Harriet out on a proper date. The kind of date someone as amazing as Harry deserves. You and Harry had extremely busy schedules, and since you both made it official neither one of you had time for a proper date. So, as soon as you saw on the schedule that Harry had a free night, you immediately made sure you would as well. And now, you and Harriet were in a cab heading towards a nice dinner date you had planned out.

Harriet was sitting beside you shaking her leg out of a nervous habit. You knew this was pushing her out of her comfort zone, not only was this your first proper date, this was your first public outing as more than ‘just friends’.

You put your hand on Harry’s thigh rubbing comforting circle eight patterns in an attempt to reassure her. She looks at you with a timid smile.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?” you ask her softly.

She nods as she turns and looks back out the window to the hustle and bustle of the busy New York streets. Harry thinks to herself, ‘everyone is going to look at us’ she works up her nerves even more at the thought of being stared at in a less than forgiving way. She’s used to being the odd ball out but not in a way such as this.

When you finally arrive at the restaurant, you look at Harry and reach your hand out for hers. She reluctantly takes it as she takes a deep breath to collect herself for her very first date with you.

You both walk hand in hand as you make your way into the restaurant while the paparazzi snaps a bunch of pictures of you both. Harry tensed as she walked into the restaurant, you squeezed her hand. The hostess looks at you expectantly, “Reservation for two under L/n.”

As she leads you to the table she looks back, “You two make a lovely couple.” Harry eyes widen at the compliment and you know she relaxes into herself. You smile as you both take your seat at the beautiful princess sitting across from you.

“You look gorgeous tonight, my love.” Harriet cheeks turn a shade of pink you both grew accustomed to in the past few months you’ve been together.

“Tell me about your day, princess?” you ask your girlfriend to bring her mind back to this moment of your first date; not the worrisome of her anxiety.

Harry goes into detail about her wonderful rehearsal today and you watch in awe at the excitement she has about her career. You could listen to her talk for ages, and never grow bored. The conversation flowed with laughter, giggles and blushes as your date continued with such ease as Harriet started feeling at ease in public. Before you knew it, both of you were back in the cab heading towards Harriet’s apartment at the end of the night. Once you make it to her apartment, you get out and walk around to open up her door to walk up to the threshold of her apartment building. The paparazzi was back at it taking snapshots as you made your way hand in hand. All you wanted to do was give your princess an end of the night kiss, but you never wanted to make Harry feel uncomfortable.

“Well, I had a wonderful date with you, princess,” you say as your eyes are building by the cameras,” I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodbye, my beautiful girl.” You go in for a hug but Harriet had other ideas in mind. Her confidence grew in a matter of moments, and she grabbed you by the collar and pulled you in for a mind blowing kiss. When air became necessary you both pulled a part, “Whaaaa?”

“I love you, Y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Harry smirks as she makes her way into the building.

Your mind is blown, “I-I love you!” Harriet is gone within seconds. You shake her head as you make your way back to the cab giggling to yourself, ‘wow, I’m so lucky.’

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[amwritesitall]

Having a Newborn Baby with Harriet Hayes Would Include

Masterlist

@poulengp​ asked: How about HCs for having a newborn baby with Harry?

Ps. I’m probably gonna be spamming you with ideas but no pressure to write any of them, just pick whatever you like 💜

Warnings: n/a

Thank you so much for sending this in, lovely :)

Side note: for this, reader had the baby but for most of these points you can read it as either way?

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Having a Newborn Baby with Harriet Hayes Would Include

Harriet would do anything for you and the baby

She takes of work for at least the first few months of the baby’s life

Harriet loves singing the baby to sleep

She also loves making the baby giggle by making silly faces and noises

The two of you take turns getting up in the middle of the night to change diapers or feed the baby

On nights when you’re particularly tired she’ll even offer to take over for you

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she places a kiss on your forehead, “I’ve got it”

She’ll go into the baby’s room and feed them and rock them until they go back to sleep

When Harriet eventually goes back to work, you and the baby visit her during her lunch breaks to cheer her up

Harriet’s face lights up whenever she sees the two of you

Takes you and the baby all around the studio so that everyone can meet them

Harriet loves showing the baby off to everyone

She’s just so proud of your little miracle

And everyone on that cast and crew loves the baby as well

Everyone argues about who gets to hold the baby next

After long days at work, there’s nothing Harriet wants more than to see you and the baby

It feels like her mood is better just by setting eyes on you and her little bundle of joy

She walks over and kisses you and the baby’s cheeks

You and the baby giggle 

“We’re glad you’re home, Harry”

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You might like: Dating Harriet Hayes Would Include or Harriet Hayes Dating a Younger Woman Would Include

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[stopkillinglilyrabe]

Song requests are open!

Send me a head canon, dialogue prompts, scenario or keywords with a character and I will make a song based on it. Please be as specific as you can.

Some prompts to get you started. No smut please and thank you.

Feel free to message me if you have any questions :)

Character list:

Cordelia Goode

Bette and Dot

Sally McKenna

Wilhemina Venable

Harriet Hayes

Tammy

Nora Montgomery

Mary Eunice

Misty Day

Violet Harmon

Zoe Benson

Fiona Goode

Madison Montgomery

#cordelia goode x reader #bette and dot x reader #sally mckenna x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #harriet hayes x reader #fiona goode x reader #misty day x reader #cordelia goode #wilhemina venable

[theobscuritywrites]

Sarah Paulson’s AHS Character Height Headcanons (+ bonus Tammy and Harriet Hayes)

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A/N: these are based entirely off of the vibes the character gives off because they are of course all actually 5’7” ish cause Sarah is. But anyway enjoy this brain fart of mine that has been lying scribbled on a piece of scrap paper for months and I found recently and started thinking about again. Also I apologize for the use of feet, I use the metric system usually but idk what height is.

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Billie Dean Howard

I don’t know why but I feel like Billie is 5’6”

Something about her just gives off that vibe.

She’s too tall to be short but too short to be tall

Everything about her just screams 5’6”

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Lana Winters

Lana is short

I’m talking like 5’1” maybe 5’2”

She is the personification of “dynamite comes in small packages”

I feel like she’s one of those people that gets talked about or shown on TV and everyone thinks they’re tall and then meets then and just ends up been comedically short

But Lana is short and I love it

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Cordelia Goode

See I have very mixed feelings about this

She is 5’8”

But this is exclusively Apocalypse!Cordelia

Coven!Cordelia is 5’5”

But genuinely I feel like in actuality Cordelia is 5’6”

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Bette and Dot Tattler

They are 5’4”

I have no reasoning for this at all but I’m confident in my decision to say this.

They just seem like they’re just short of average

It honestly just is based off of their energy

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Sally McKenna

Sally is short

Not as short as Lana but still short

I’m thinking 5’3”

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Audrey Tindall

I don’t know much but I know that Audrey is 5’6”

She has the energy if someone who desperately wants to be either really short or really tall and is just stuck at an in between height.

I may be projecting slightly but hey I’m right

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Ally Mayfair-Richards

Ally is 5’7”.

This is not a debate

I will take criticism on all the other characters but Ally is set in stone

She just gives off the biggest 5’7” energy of any character ever.

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Wilhemina Venable

Let’s get one thing clear

This woman is tall

Like I’m talking 5’10 - 5’11”

She just has the energy of a tall person idk

I think people tend to think of her as short when she’s actually really tall

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Tammy

Tammy is 5’7”

Once again she has serious 5’7” energy

This is based off the height energies of the other Ocean’s characters

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Harriet Hayes

She has an extraordinarily average height

5’5” energy only

I honestly can’t elaborate on this

But I’m just right

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[latteromanoff]

maybe i’ll post my writing that i’ve been keeping on my google docs for years now

#maybe some cordelia x reader #or harriet hayes #or ally mayfair-richards #writing

[dreamypqulson]

— counting stars

summary: you get stuck on the rooftop with none other than harriet hayes. perhaps she's not bad as you think she is. or perhaps she just looks really pretty under the moonlight.

pairing: harriet hayes x reader

word count: 2200

When back luck decided to stuck, it hit at the worst possible time. You not only felt as if you had an awful show, but now you were stuck on the root top with none other than Harriet's Hayes.

It was silly, really.

You were enjoying the after party when Matt sent you up to the roof to turn the lights on after the power had suddenly went out.

It was simple, you just had to flip the backup switch on.

But of course Harriet had to follow you up. She was bored, is what she had said. She simply wanted to get fresh air. But when she's your shadow nine out of ten times, you find her excuses somewhat hard to believe.

She always had to be around you. But she hated you. And you despised her too.

She didn't like that you were gay, and you didn't like that she tried to push her beliefs on you. Harriet's Haye's stupidly pretty face pissed you off to no end. And you hated that stupidly pretty dress that she was wearing tonight; it hugged her small curves in the best ways, and you just wanted to rip it off.

You wanted her to stop making you feel like this, like the only way you would only be able to feel her skin, and taste her lips would be in your dreams. Like you had to fight wars with her to keep your feelings down within.

"There's no cell service" Harriet had said.

"Could've told you that one" was your piqued response, and you banged on the door one last time before giving up.

"Maybe we can climb down."

"Harriet, I hate to break it to you, but we aren't in one of your silly little movies" you told her plainly, without even making an effort to look at her.

You sat down on the concrete block, and pulled your coat tighter around your frame.

"Okay well calm down. At least i'm trying to think of ways to get out of here."

"Yes, because your ideas have been so helpful" you replied sarcastically, and could see that you were getting a rise out of Harriet.

She took a seat beside you, and you moved your leg when her knee hit yours. You hated that a single touch caused shivers down your spine. "You don't have to be so mean to me. I just trying to help, okay?"

You looked away, you wanted to cry, really. Her voice slightly quavered, and you wanted to take it all back. But, you refused to falter your demeanor around her, so, you provided an act of kindness instead. "Harriet, take my jacket. Your freezing," because you could feel her ice cold arm against yours.

"What?" she turned her head to the side, and now her face was incredibly close to yours. All you had to do was lean a little further, if you were to have the courage. "No. It's freezing out. I don't want you to be cold."

"Well you're the one who has to film for a movie soon, so I don't want you to get a cold. My dress sleeves are longer than yours anyways."

You took your jacket off, and placed it over Harriet's shoulders, where she then put her arms through it. It was cold out. Freezing. But you would let yourself get hypothermia if it was the punishment for making Harriet comfortable.

She was still looking at you, you could feel it on the side of your face. You could hear her soft breaths in your ear, over the millions of cars down below you. "Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"I just don't want you to be cold, okay? Just forget about it."

"Fine." She turned her head back to face the view of the city.

"Fine."

Silence spoke for a few moments before- "Okay but why don't you want me to be cold. You hate me."

"Harriet!" you sighed "I don't hate you. That's the thing, I don't hate you as a person, I hate the way you ridicule my life choices."

"Well-"

"Can we just try to find a way out of here? Please? I seriously can't take this right now. First a terrible show, now this" you said, and was sure that if the party was going to hear anything, it would've been that.

You stood up and the blonde then replied with, "A terrible show? I thought you were great tonight."

You looked her dead in the eye, and she saw something in them, a sort of softness that you have never offered her before, and then she continued, "I thought you were amazing, actually. Better than me."

"Then I must've been good if the Harriet Hayes is saying this."

"You know, you don't have to act like i'm this big bad celebrity all the time. I think we're equals. You're outstanding" Harriet told you, matter of factly.

"You are in a million different movies. Everyone always wants to see Harriet Hayes on their tv. If it wasn't for you, Studio 60 wouldn’t have been as popular as it is."

She stood up and held you hand. Her’s was warm, as she had been warming them up in the pockets of your jacket. "I think that they just aren't looking hard enough into you because they know you'll take off further than they can reach. They're assholes, but if they just payed attention for a moment, they would understand what i'm saying."

"I- Wow. Thank you, Harriet." You titled your head down to conceal the blush that had taken ahold of your cheeks, and then you cleared your throat. "Uh- um...maybe we should figure out a way out of here."

"Definitely. I don't want to be spending the rest of the party up here."

And there it was again. She didn't want to be up here with you, she was simply being nice to put the tension and awkwardness on a halt for the time being. You knew who she really wanted to go spend her time with.

"Yeah, you would rather spend it with Matt. I know" you scoffed, dramatically.

"Well yes, because Matt was going to talk to me about my new skit" she said, and you felt as if the conversation previously, suddenly didn't happen. It was like she was an entirely different person whenever the thought of Matt would occur.

"Of course. It's always Matt."

“What is your problem with Matt? You know, you wouldn't be on the show if it wasn't for him."

"Oh would you look at that, Matt's my little fucking hero, getting me on this show, huh?"

"Gosh, it's like you're jealous" she slapped her hands to her side, and then lifted them up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Maybe I am."

"Then why are you even still here?"

“Because of you, Harriet, goddamn! It's like I can't get enough of you. Over Christmas break, all I could think about was you! I can’t go a single day without seeing your beautiful face, because I go absolutely insane. I need to hear you yelling at me over something stupid that I said, or to just feel you roll your eyes when I flip you off. I need that Harriet. I need you!"

She walked closer to you, her hand meeting your cheek. You flinched, figuring that she was going to slap you. You would deserve it, you thought.

She didn't. She didn't slap you. Her hand rested on the pink tinted flesh of your cheek. The warmth, mixing with the coldness of your skin. It felt nice. It felt like getting under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate after playing in the snow as a kid. It felt like home.

"I'm in a new hell every time you get back with Matt. I can't stand it anymore, Harriet" you whispered, enough for her to hear. The moonlight made Harriet’s skin glisten, and you noticed that she, as well, was crying.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore."

"What-"

It was rare, the feeling. Something you've never felt once before. Something past that euphoric feeling that you get when you finally get to the top of the hill.

Harriet's lips felt soft against yours, and you felt greedy. You could taste the red wine on her lips, though she wasn't a single bit tipsy. This was Harriet's real decision.

And she wasn't very good at making decisions either. Never with Matt, nor with anyone she been with the time before that. She had always picked out the wrong ones. And they had never felt right to her anyways. This, this felt right.

However, greedy was an understatement. You were covering yourself in Harriet, and taking every piece of her to your grave. She was yours, for now, at least.

Withdrawing from her was quick, because you needed to breathe, and you hadn't even thought of it, as your brain had shut down and replaced it with everything Harriet.

"I don't wanna watch the Matt and Harriet show anymore. I wanna be one of the stars." She knew exactly what you meant, because she had felt the same way when you brought in your new girlfriend a while back. She was long gone now though, because all you could ever see in her eyes was a glimpse of Harriet.

Harriet, with her forehead still against yours, said, "We can make our own show. Together."

"Then you have to promise you won't cancel it on me."

"I wouldn't dare" she breathed against you "I don't think I ever want that door to open now, though."

You laughed, "Yes, if it didn't feel like it was below zero degrees out."

"Then let my body heat warm you up." She sat down, and then put her arms out for you.

You laid against her, not worrying that your hair would be messed up, because Harriet made everything feel a bit okay. "Do you think anyone is ever going to find us up here?"

You shifted against her so you could lay on her chest, used as a pillow. And for her arms, as a blanket would, covered you tightly.

"No, because sometimes it feels like it's just you and I in this world” she said.

"Even when I'm mean to you?"

"Even when you're mean to me. But I don't think that's going to be a problem anymore."

"It never should've been. I'm sorry. I feel terrible, and if I knew that this was the ending, then I never would've acted like that" you said, sympathetically.

"I threw my belief’s in your face, and made you feel awful about yourself, just to suppress my feelings for you."

"Sometimes people do crazy things when they're in love."

"They do."

Overtime, you ended up falling asleep on Harriet. She stayed awake to make sure you would be okay in the coldness, and to see if someone would come to the rescue.

Though by now, she figured the after party was just about ended.

She kissed the top of your head when she felt you begin to shift, and then you stretched out your limbs.

"Still up here?"

"Still up here." She confirmed, and your body shivered harder. You weren't properly dressed for this, but in your defensive, you were expecting to get stuck on the roof.

"Honey, your shaking so badly. Take your coat back."

As much as you were concerned for Harriet, you still listened because you were too exhausted to argue.

While you put your jacket back on and buttoned it up, you breathed in deeply. Harriet's scent had already consumed this jacket, and made it feel much cozier than before.

While you did this, Harriet banged on the door a few more times. If nobody were to hear you both now, then you would be here until the morning.

It was when you were dozing off again, that you heard you name being called. In a rather aggravated tone.

"Yeah?" You said, not giving much to open your eyes and look at her.

"Did you ever try pushing the door?"

"No...why?"

"Because, y/n, it's a fucking push door. Not a pull door. It's been open this entire time!"

With that, your eyes shot open, and you raced over to Harriet. The door, was in fact, open. But if you were being honest, you didn't regret any of this. Even if you were going to wake up with a cold tomorrow morning.

"Oh..."

"Oh my god" she laugh breathily. "I can't even be mad at you with that face, either."

You smiled harder, your eyes squinting though the sleepiness to look at her. "Let's go, you goof. How about you just stay at my place tonight?"

"Would love nothing more, baby."

You walked right past her, feeling her beam brightly, and stare at you with heart eyes bigger than the moon.

If it weren't for your forgetfulness, you wouldn't be going home with her. So really, neither of you could actually be mad. You would take a cold over having to spend another day without kissing Harriet.

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[paulsonsratched]

Sarah characters and how I relate to them in book quotes:

(I thought I would try something else ☺️)

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Billie Dean Howard:

“Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box. Don't do that.” (Taylor Jenkins Reid, The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo)

Cordelia Goode:

„Words have the power to shoot down or raise up. Sharp cutting words can whirl for years.“(Louise M. Wisechild, The Mother I Carry: A Memoir of Healing from Emotional Abuse)

Harriet Hayes:

„I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.“ (Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre)

Mildred Ratched:

„I must make up my mind which is right – society or I.“ (Henrik Ibsen, A Doll's House)

Wilhemina Venable:

„You're beautiful, but you're empty. No one could die for you.“ (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince)

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I would like to get to know you more this way as well. Whether it’s song quotes, book quotes, lines from poems…whatever. It would be amazing to see yours.

I‘m tagging @thedeconstructionist @rabexxpaulson @max-the-d0g @devriesgoode @goodegrrrl

Don’t feel pressured to do it though! You don’t have to of course!

#american horror story #sarah paulson #fanfic #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #ahs fandom #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #ahs fanfiction #billie dean howard x reader #cordeliagoodexreader #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx #Mildred Ratched #Harriet Hayes

[mistydear]

running in circles, running from you (iii)

harriet hayes x reader

summary: fake dating trope ft. homophobia and religious trauma but make it studio 60 funny

w/c: 2.3k

notes: WARNINGS for f- and d-slur, homophobic/sexual heckling, and protesters

taglist: @thedeconstructionist @cordeliass @talulahmae @max-the-dog @mistysswampmud @angelxsarahp @cordithatgurl (let me know if you want to be added or taken off!)

chapter one, two

Thursday — 9am

You’re spit on outside the front gate of Studio 60 by a man wearing a cross. You gasp, your eyes fluttering as you hold up your hands in breathless shock.

“Sodomite,” he growls, his friends sneering at you. They’d been loitering outside as you walked up, no doubt waiting for you.

“Go fuck yourself,” you say, slowly descending back into your body as you wipe the saliva from your face. He laughs and glances between you and his buddies.

“Do it for me,” he grins, licking his teeth as he looks you over. Your stomach flips, and your skin crawls, and you’re getting ready to launch yourself at him when two people run up to you, grabbing your arms.

“That’s enough,” Simon groans, pulling you back through the gates. Harry is on your other arm, her grip tight and warm. You shake them off, heart pounding and blood boiling.

“Get off me.” Harry startles back, unsure, but Simon holds his ground, getting in your face.

“Hey! You want another headline? Studio 60 star beats up Christians outside front doors.” He’s yelling to get your attention, and you blink, your throat tightening. He’s right. You just wish the options were better.

“I don’t deserve this shit,” you spit, angrily dusting off your shirt.

“No one does,” Harry chimes in, her arms folded protectively across herself, brow furrowed tightly. You’re not sure what she means by that, but it makes you feel small among a sea of other bad deeds she also judges not, and you turn away from her.

“I should have never said anything in the first place,” you mutter, walking towards the front doors, holding yourself tight. You’d never really intended to come out publicly. It was easier to just keep your private life private, even and especially to your castmates. But the heat of the camera flashes and the persistent yelling of the press overwhelmed you. It was a mistake, a brief lapse of judgment that was now biting you in the ass.

Harry catches up with you on your way to your dressing room, not even saying good morning to anyone, her focus singular and urgent. Breathless, she falls in stride next to you.

“Now those were Crazy Christians,” she laughs, her eyes hopeful and searching, looking to make you laugh. For a moment, you do smile, and the overwhelming relief on Harry’s face makes you melt. You have to remind yourself that she does care. It’s one of the things you love about her. She cares so damn much. In this case, it just isn’t enough.

“Thanks for pulling me back,” you say as she follows you into your dressing room.

“Anytime,” she offers, shrugging, an easy smile on her lips. But you can feel the pressing sincerity behind her casual body language. “That’s what friends are for.”

You chew your lip, looking down and nodding. You aren’t sure what your friendship means anymore, but you don’t say that. There’s a moment of tense silence before Harry takes another breath.

“I’m sorry. About what they said to you. It’s not true.” It’s weakly placating, and you find yourself angry again.

“Of course it is,” you say, and Harry’s eyes widen briefly, in shock.

“What do you—”

“According to your beliefs, it is true. Don’t lie to me to make yourself feel better. It’s insulting.”

“Y/N,” she pleads, stepping forward. You don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to hear any of it. You can still feel the man’s spit on your face, and your skin crawls once more.

“I have to scrub my face. I’ll see you at rehearsals,” you say, ushering Harry out the door and shutting it behind you. Finally alone, you let out a breath you feel like you’ve been holding for ten minutes and slump against the door. It isn’t even noon and you’re already exhausted.

. . .

1pm

“I mean, she’s crucifying me. I don’t know what to do, what to say, I feel so helpless,” Harriet says, stabbing her fork into her salad. Jordan hums, swallowing a bite of her own before shaking her head.

“First of all, never say that again. Ever.” Confused, Harry opens her mouth. Jordan hushes her with a sharp finger at her mouth. “Never ever.” Harry deflates but closes her mouth, and Jordan lets the reality of Harry’s words sink in for a moment, watching as Harry realizes how insensitive and horrible it is to say that she’s being crucified by your anger. Satisfied that Harry is sufficiently reprimanded, Jordan speaks again. “Second of all, give me one good reason why she should stay friends with you.”

“I’m not homophobic,” Harry insists firmly, leaning forward.

“Harry, I love you, but if it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck…”

“I would never do anything as vile as those men outside,” Harry snaps back. “They are the homophobes.”

“You do realize that you don’t have to actually hate crime Y/N for her to feel uncomfortable around you,” Jordan says slowly, watching for Harry’s reaction. “All those men who didn’t want me promoted—didn’t believe I could run a network—wouldn’t call themselves misogynists, but they all had their beliefs about women.”

This stops Harry cold, something she can relate to, something she can better understand. And then suddenly she begins to understand something about Matt too.

. . .

3pm

“Can I talk to you?” Harriet asks, picking nervously at her nails as she walks up to Matt’s desk. He’s typing furiously, mouth hanging open, brow furrowed tightly as she fondly remembers him doing when he’s too focused to hear anything but his own thoughts.

She waits a moment, nothing but tapping keys to fill the silence, before sighing and taking a step closer.

“It’s important Matthew.” He types for another second before licking his lips—tired, focused eyes switching to her.

“What’s up?” Harry takes a breath and swallows, her face contorted. She’s afraid to ask, but she needs to know.

“Did me thinking you were going to hell affect our relationship?” Matt raises his brow, surprised as he ponders the implications of her question. Then he takes a breath and leans forward.

“Is this about what happened with Y/N this morning?”

“How do you know about that?” she asks, confused.

“Everyone knows about it, Harry,” he drawls, looking up at her from under his brow, arms across his desk. She presses her lips together and huffs.

“Can you just answer the question, please?” He sighs and looks away briefly, swallowing.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I knew you loved me. And if you could love me more than you hated me, that was good enough for me.” He shrugs, and Harry lets that sink in for a moment.

They’ve had this fight for so many years now, it’s just exhausting. But Matt didn’t break up with Harry because he felt attacked by her beliefs, and Harry didn’t break up with Matt because she worried for his eternal soul, and they both knew this. Their fights were never really about religion.

“But it’s different for Y/N,” Matt ventures, and Harry’s eyes shoot to him. “No one gets killed for being an outspoken atheist or an outspoken Christian. The way we fought…It was like being in a philosophy lecture,” Matt scoffs, but he’s smiling, and she smiles back, just a flicker. “For her, the things people like you say are the first step down a long road to people like that guy outside and worse.”

Harry chews her lip, her throat tight. Defensively, she wants to put a harder emphasis on the judge not part of the bible, but she knows it wouldn’t go over well. For the first time in regards to the bible, Matt’s right. It really doesn’t matter. The idea will always be there underneath every judge not. Seeing her guilt, Matt sighs, glancing at his computer.

“I’m working on a sketch for Y/N.”

“For her?” He shrugs, a small smile on his lips.

“She’s had a rough week. There’s a part for you if you want it.” His eyes are sparkling, and Harry looks him over curiously.

“Read it out.”

. . .

9pm

Everyone was in high spirits after the first run through of the new sketch, especially you who thought it was hilarious and enjoyed just how much it would piss people off. Matt had winked at you at the end of the night, and you mouthed him a grateful thank you as everyone left the stage.

Your high lasted all the way until you started hearing the big three bickering outside your door. Throwing on a clean shirt, you frown, listening as they…fight over you?

“I can hear you, you know,” you call, and the chatting stops. Slowly, your door swings open to reveal a sheepish looking Simon, Harry, and Tom. You aren’t part of the big three, not in terms of screen time or popularity, but you are friends with them.

“So, here’s the thing,” Tom offers, rubbing the back of his neck. You instantly frown. There’s an awkward pause where Tom struggles to speak, and then Simon claps him on the back.

“Tell her, man.”

“Tell me what?”

“The assholes from this morning are back, and they brought friends. They’re waiting outside for you,” Harry says, stepping forward.

“We’re gonna walk you to your car,” Simon adds, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Your stomach drops, overwhelmed with fear and gratitude to the point of numbness.

“Are you sure you wanna be seen with me out there?” you ask Harry, your gaze singular and piercing. Simon and Tom awkwardly pretend they suddenly can’t hear, and Harry never breaks eye contact.

“I’m sure.” It’s an olive branch, you think. Not her walking with you because that’s just what friends do. Her not caring. That’s what matters. You take a breath and nod, feeling brave with their support.

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

. . .

9:15pm

They’re holding signs like this is a political protest, raving like mad dogs. You’ve never seen anything on this scale for one person before. Maybe it’s the price for being in the public eye. You become the only face of a whole group. With a pounding heart, Tom walks in front while Harry and Simon stay on either side of you. Harry’s hand is on your back, light and guarding, and maybe that’s also why your heart is pounding.

They don’t part for you as you walk, but you do glide through them as they yell, close and in your face. The man who spit on you this morning is holding a sign that says God Hates Fags, and he yells as you approach.

“Burn in hell, bitch!”

“I’ll see you there, asshole!” you yell back, inflamed. Simon grips your arm, deathly serious.

“Do not engage with them,” he hisses in your ear. Your nostrils flare, but you know he’s right.

“How’d she convert you, Harry?” Someone yells, and you stop dead in your tracks, turning to the sound of the voice.

“What the fuck did you just say?” you ask, so angry you feel like you’re vibrating. Harry tightens her grip around your arm, trying to drag you forward. You shrug her off, watching as the man who said it grins. He knows he has you now.

“You heard me,” he shouts, licking his lips. “How’d you manage to turn the only Christian in Studio 60 to a dyke?” You can feel his disgust from two people away, and Simon must have sensed your body tensing because he steps in front of you.

“Keep walking,” he tells you, firm and unyielding. You clench your jaw, your blood boiling. You feel like a rubber band, ready to snap. You can’t see, can’t breathe, and your fists are already balling. You think you can take it when it’s about you, but you draw the line at involving Harry.

“Harriet, blink twice if Y/N’s holding you hostage!” the guy yells, cupping his hands over his mouth. That’s it. You slip past Simon and throw yourself at him. As soon as your fist connects with his jaw, he stumbles back, and that smug smile dissipates. He holds his face, and two guys catch him before he can fall. The band between you and them snaps, and there’s a mighty uproar, and the three of you quickly realize that you’re surrounded on all sides.

“Fuck,” Tom hisses, holding his arms out to shield you and Harriet. Your chest heaves, and your pupils are blown, and then someone is grabbing at you. Simon throws a punch at him, and then you’re all pushing and shoving and running.

You run and run up Sunset until you can’t breathe, your feet falling fast and hard on the sidewalk. Harriet is the first to slow, and you all stop with her, heaving and panting. You laugh once, trying to catch your breath. Then you’re shaking and laughing, looking between the three of them. Slowly, they start to laugh with you, unspeakably relieved and feeling so insane and roaring with adrenaline. You don’t know what to do with your hands. You can feel that your fist is warm and swelling, but it doesn’t hurt, not yet. Except when your knees start to feel like jelly, the tears come so unexpectedly it shocks everyone around you. They stream down your cheeks, and you’re still laughing breathlessly, but it hurts now, and you want to curl into a tiny ball. Before your knees can give out, you see Harry striding toward you. She’s not laughing. And she doesn’t say a thing when she pulls you into her arms and hugs you tight.

“You’re okay,” she whispers, holding the back of your head as you tremble in her arms. “Shh, it’s okay.” You feel her even breathing against you, and it’s soothing—her warmth, her tenderness. Then Tom and Simon have their arms around you too, and you sob into Harry’s shoulder as they all hold you steady, hold you close.

#harriet hayes #studio 60 #studio 60 on the sunset strip #harriet hayes x reader #writing #running in circles #sarah paulson #LMAO why did i tag cordelia i meant to tag it as sarah pls 💀💀💀 #also #i hate how this gif looks lmao i promise it's best on mobile

[absolutemadladdie]

"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode): (MAKING A SECOND LIST BECAUSE I'M AT MAX LINKS ON THIS ONE)

Ps. (*)=angst, (**)=smut

SARAH PAULSON STORIES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Billie Dean Howard

Mirror, mirror**

In dusty pink silk**

Where eyes can’t pry our kisses

Addicted to the way we love**

The silver moon loves you as I do

Hurt me once

The Weeping Angel

Don’t ask me what could have been*

Where eyes can’t pry our kisses

An Ocean Away

Love you for a long time (series) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)**, (6), (7)

my racing hands down your hips**

last of the true believers**

you found this, you need this

as long as you are with me, there’s no place i’d rather be

happy new year, my love

you’re my lobster

mind is just as frail as it’s frame, you know i’d leave it alone*(sad ending)

praise me**

make you scream**

corruption**

Lana Winters

love slipped beyond your reaches

i’ll always carry you

Cordelia Goode

Your night with Cordelia

A Winter Surprise, Part 2**

And your touch burns in the light of the morning**

Loving Blind**

Into the light (I’ll hold you)*

Flower’s bleed pink under the setting sun

Sisters under the sun

Hold me into the new dawn

Playing with fire

Guide my shaking hands until they still

you’re my jewel (1), (2)

can the city forgive?

remembering is her favorite pastime

baby, heaven’s in your eyes**

when i fell you were there, with your hands in the air

the morning after nye

make it taste like love**

you make me feel like a teenager in love

You are loved**

drunk in love

you’ll get sick

her reflection**

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna

Footsteps leave echoes in the sand*

Greiving for something not lost*

you made your mark on me

Audrey Tindall

so inviting, i almost jump in

i missed you

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Six

The forest is calling and I must go

It comes and goes in waves

friday i’m in love

eyes full of stars

i only want you

I’ll shut you up

Wilhemina Venable

I thought I’d killed you

What a Year

Count**

In sleep and in dreams you are mine

Light shines from within the cracks of gold

I dont know my name (1), (2), (3)*

and all the pieces fall right into place**

i felt forever when i laid upon your chest

i will see you right

the girl in the dress cried the whole way home.

you’re my religion

drawing hearts in the byline

the future isn’t worth its weight in gold (1), (2), (3)

I know that you never sleep

I do care about you

Tuberculosis Karen

Mamie Eisenhower

AMERICAN CRIME STORY

Marcia Clark

Linda Tripp

RUN 2020

Diane Sherman

RATCHED 2020

Mildred Ratched

somewhere between desperate and divine**

OCEAN'S 8

Tammy

STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP

Harriet Hayes

MRS. AMERICA

Alice McCray

GLASS

Ellie Staple

THE GOLDFINCH

Xandra with an X

“Show me”**

CAROL

Abby Gerhard

MULTI CHARACTER

Three’s not a crowd, especially when it’s us (Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)*

i’m burning (Billie dean Howard x reader x Xandra)(1), (2)**

stay awake, wait for me (series) (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode) (1), (2)**, (3), (4)**

the altar is my hips** (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Audrey Tindall)

‘tis the damn season (Ally x Reader x Cordelia)

the pleasure’s all mine (Wilhemina Venable x reader x Mildred ratched

IMPORTANT NOTE: These stories are NOT WRITTEN BY ME. I simply do not have the creativity and skills to write such masterpieces. Credits to their lovely and respective authors! Thank you so much for writing these! <3 PLEASE GO SUPPORT THEM WITH PROVIDED LINKS!

#sarah paulson x reader #billie dean howard #billie dean howard x reader #lana winters x reader #cordelia goode x reader #bette and dot tattler #bette and dot x reader #sally mckenna #audrey tindall x reader #ally mayfair richards #ally mayfair x reader #ally mayfair richards x reader #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #tb karen #marcia clark x reader #diane sherman #diane sherman x reader #mildred ratched #mildred ratched x reader #tammy x reader #harriet hayes x reader #alice macray #alice macray x reader #ellie staple #ellie staple x reader #xandra x reader #abby gerhard x reader

[sheloooveswomen]

masterlist <3

one shots, headcanons, poetry, and art.

i half ass the edits so sorry for typos!! i wrote most of these during covid so they’re not great lmao. i’ll chalk my cringing up to personal growth…enjoy.

one shots

all include fluff | slight angst/comfort: ☽ | nsfw/smut implied: ☼

inspired by f4f audio or a scene from a wlw audiobook: ✩

gifs and images aren’t mine but i do put the home collages together

includes: fem!reader, soft d/s moments, comfort, flirting, domestic bliss, meet cute, polyamory, reader is basically a bottom because i can’t help it!

Sarah Paulson

• ice cream 

• come here often? pt.1 - first meeting

• come here often? pt.2 - first date (wip)

• come here often? pt.3 - relationship timeline (wip)

Billie Dean Howard

• wait a damn minute pt.1 ✩ ☼

• wait a damn minute pt.2/prequel - nyc trip ✩

• wait a damn minute pt2.5/prequel - central park ✩☼

• wait a damn minute pt.3 - dinner party (wip) ✩ ☼

• company retreat escapades pt.1  ✩

• holiday retreat escapades pt.2 

• all the banquet escapades pt.3/prequel - relationship timeline (wip)

• dodie songfic storyline ☽

Lana Winters

• let me take care of you ✩

Cordelia Goode

• mine ✩

Audrey Tindall

• attention ✩

• starry night

• common cold

• burning questions 

Ally Mayfair-Richards

• gentle pt.1 ✩ ☼

• (less) gentle pt.2 ☼

• (even less) gentle pt.3 (wip) ☼

Wilhemina Venable

• aftercare ✩

• birthday cuddles ✩

• movie night

Alice Macray

• good morning indeed ✩

Vikki Hiller 

• some of our firsts pt.1 - first day / meeting ✩

• some of our firsts pt.2  - first date ✩

• some of our firsts pt.3  - first time ✩ ☼ ☽

• some of our firsts pt.4  - first fight ✩ ☽

Abby Gerhard 

• a lovely coincidence pt.1 - first meeting ✩

• a lovely coincidence pt.2 - first date ✩

• a lovely coincidence pt.3 - last shower ✩

Xandra Terrell

• welcome home ✩

Mildred Ratched

• i am here ✩ ☽

• i suppose

Harriet Hayes

• valentine (wip) ✩ ☼

Diane Sherman

• i don’t normally do this pt.1 - first meeting ✩

• i don’t normally do this pt.2 - established relationship ✩

Tammy

• only 6 more days ✩

• yoga for free???

Dr. Ellie Staple

• not so quiet in the library ☼

• new nurse ✩ ☼

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MULTIPLE CHARACTERS x READER

Wilhemina Venable + Billie Dean Howard x reader

• the tok

Audrey Tindall + Billie Dean Howard x reader

• “sick day”

headcanons

poetry by me

art by me

• sarah paulson fan art  (+ friends)

gifs, photos, and fanart that i love:

[◉"] = photos, but the rest are gifs

this is more for me than anyone else but feel free to check these out i guess lmao, credit to all the creators!

INCLUDES:

actresses (+ their characters): sarah paulson, cate blanchett, miranda otto, vera farmiga, rebecca hall and bella heathcote, suranne jones and sophie rundle, sandra oh and jodie comer, kathryn hahn, jean smart and hannah einbeinder fanart: kya x lin beifong, sue and lin beifong

sarah paulson

cate blanchett

jean smart (+hannah einbinder)

other actresses/ships

fanart

#american horror story #ahs headcanon #headcanon #ahs murder house #billie dean howard #ahs asylum #lana winters #ahs coven #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode #ahs hotel #sally mckenna #ahs roanoke #audrey tindall #ahs cult #ally mayfair richards #ahs apocalypse #wilhemina venable #mrs america #alice macray #ratched #mildred ratched #oceans eight #down with love #carol 2015 #abby gerhard #xandra #diane sherman #x reader #sarah paulson

[loverofallthingssarah]

I'm your secret, aren’t I?

Chapter 5

Sequel of If not now, when?

Synopsis: reader meets Harry’s family but things go awry

WARNING: none

Word count: 800 +

A/N: sorry for any typos!! Again these chapters will probably be short like the If not now, when?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 the end

It’s Christmas Eve celebrations tonight in the Hayes household. It’s been a stressful and tense few days of Harry evading the obvious and you trying not to pressure her. Neither one of you got any alone time except for the little time you both spent at night cuddling before Harry scurries off. You both are getting restless for the other’s touch.

All of the Hayes family will be over tonight for Christmas Eve dinner and movies. Something you weren’t particularly looking forward to, because every single one of her family asks many, many invasive questions. But for Harriet, you would endure anything for her.

Dinner goes off without a hitch. Talking, laughing, and bonding. You were actually having fun with her family. Until Harriet’s aunt, Janice asked why she didn’t have a boyfriend. As you expected Harriet just said she didn’t need a boyfriend at the moment. Which was fine with you, because you definitely didn’t expect her to come out to her entire family at once.

Once dinner is done, Harriet pulls you aside while the rest of her family retires into the living room for some Christmas movies. When the last person exits the room, Harry looks at you and grins, “Alone at last.” You smile as her arms wrap around your waist. It’s nice being able to hold your girlfriend in your arms before she sneaks back into her room at night. This is a welcome change because Harry’s parents are busy tending to the family instead of breathing down your necks.

“I’ve missed this,” you whisper into her neck. “I know, sweetheart. I’ve decided to tell them the day after Christmas. I promise, I just don’t want to ruin their Christmas if they react horribly, and my whole family will be here all day tomorrow. Is… is that okay?”

“Yeah… of course,” you smile shyly. Harriet smiles back before she looks up and points. “Look… mistletoe.”

You look up and see the mistletoe hanging above the entryway. Harriet takes your chin in her hand and tilts your head back down, “Well, it’s tradition after all.” Her lips cover yours in the softest kiss and as you pull her in closer the kiss becomes more passionate. Both of you forget for a moment where you are; you’re both lost in the sensations of your lips moving together as one.

“Harriet, come watch th-,” you both break apart as Susan’s voice fills the room, “Harriet? What’s going on here?” Confusion is written all over Susan’s face.

“I-I… mom… it’s not what it looks like,” Harriet stammers out, “she… k-kissed me.”

The sting you felt in your heart was indescribable. You immediately dropped your arms to your side and slowly backed away from Harry. She looks at you and worry hits her face as she realizes what she said. Susan looks at both of you confused and horrified. “I think I should go,” you whisper out as you make a dash up the stairs towards the guest room.

Tears threaten to pour from your eyes with each step you take, but you held them in until you were in your room. But as soon as that door closed you broke down as you packed your things. You hear a knock on the door but ignore it as you continue packing. Harriet slowly opens the door, “Sweetheart, I’m sor-”

“Save it, Harriet,” you continue packing without as much as looking up to acknowledge her presence. “Please, Y/n. I didn’t mean to say what I said. It just slipped out.”

“Harriet, enough!” you yell. “I get it, truly I do. But I’m done being a part of this charade. I’m not going back down there as your friend anymore. Harriet, I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved before but this is torture. I shouldn’t have to listen to your parents telling you how you should meet a man and settle down. I shouldn’t have to hide my affections for you. I shouldn’t have feel as if what we have… had… isn’t real.” Harriet's eyes are filled with tears as she takes in your words, “H-had?”

You finally meet her eyes with your own, and it breaks your heart to see her so heartbroken. But what about your hurt, “I’m always going to be your secret, aren’t I?”

Harriet looked down ashamed. “I’m flying back home on the soonest flight available. I’ll have my things out of the apartment by the time you get back,” you whisper to her. You can’t believe this is actually happening. With one final zip of your suitcase, you make your way out of the door, and as you go, you can hear Harriet breakdown and say, “Please, don’t go,” but you keep walking.

Once you make it outside, successfully avoiding any of Harriet’s family, you call a cab. When the cab arrives you get your suitcase in the car and climb into the backseat and look out the window at the Hayes family home. You can see Harriet’s silhouette in her window of the guest bedroom, and all you want to do is run up into that room and wrap your arms around her… but you don’t.

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#harriet hayes imagine #harriet hayes x reader #harriet hayes #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson #studio 60 on the sunset strip #studio 60 #wlw imagine #sweet kiwi 🥝

[amwritesitall]

Harriet Hayes Dating a Younger Woman Would Include

Masterlist

anonymous said: can you do headcanons for all sarah characters that you write for dating a (much) younger girl ?

I hope you guys like this one :)

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Harriet Hayes

You’re one of the new writers hired to work on Studio 60 fresh out of college

Studio 60 is your first big job

In your first few months, you don't interact with Harriet much

You spend most of the time in the writer's room and your tiny closet of an office

During this time you do make a name for yourself around the studio for being a hell of a writer

Most of your sketches making it into the show every week

And the best ones star a certain blonde actress

Harriet is your muse and writing for her is some of your best work

After weeks upon weeks of you writing hit after hit for the woman, she finally goes to Matthew and Danny and asks who's writing all of this great material

She expected them to say it was Matthew, but instead, they say it's you

Matthew gestures over to where you're sitting in a spare area writing on a notepad

(Sometimes you like to get out of your cramped office and write wherever you can find a free space)

"(Y/N), she's one of our newest writers and surprisingly almost always gets a great sketch into the show. I think she might have a crush on you or at least your talent"

Matthew winks at the woman and Harriet looks over at you

"Well, I must go meet my new favorite writer," Harriet says smiling before making her way over to you

"Hey! What about me?" Matthew calls after her

"You've been replaced!"

You look up as Harriet sits down in front of you, shocked that she’s even paying attention to you

It’s not that she’s ever been rude to you, but usually the cast doesn’t interact with new writers that much

“Hi, Ms. Hayes,” you say nervously

“Oh please, (Y/N), call me Harriet,” she says smiling brightly at you causing you to blush

She adds “I thought I should meet the writer who’s giving me such amazing material to work with this season”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Harriet”

The two of you chat about your writing and careers 

You end talking for almost two hours before one of the other cast members has to grab Harriet to go work on something

Once Harriet leaves your kind of in awe

The awe keeps coming when later in the night you’ve finally gone back to your office and there’s a knock on your door

You reach over and open it (because, yes your office is that small) to reveal Harriet standing there

“So, this is where the magic happens?”

“Until I get too cramped and move to right somewhere else,” you say making her giggle

“I was wondering if you wanted to finish writing for the day and go get some dinner?” 

She bites her bottom lip as she waits for your response

“Is Harriet Hayes asking me out on a date?”

She smiles

“If you want it to be then, yes”

And that’s how you land your first date with Harriet Hayes

The date goes really well

The two of you go to some bar near the studio

You learn more about the woman and she loves getting to know you as well

This time there are no interruptions, so you and Harriet talk for hours until it gets so late that you and her should probably call it a night

Before the two of you part ways, Harriet gives you a kiss on the cheek

Unknown to the two of you, someone with the press got pictures of you and Harriet’s date

They are released the next day, but you don’t even notice

Harriet’s manager tells her about the pictures circulating and she just shrugs it off

That same day Harriet knocks on your office door around noon holding a takeout bag

“I thought you might be in need of a lunch break,” she says gesturing to the food she’s carrying

You had been working so hard that you hadn’t even noticed what time it was

The two of you eat lunch in her dressing room

Harriet totally asked around to see what she should get for lunch for you and her because she didn’t know what you liked

Harriet doesn’t bring up the pictures of you and her circulating because you didn’t seem to have noticed and she didn’t want to make it awkward

For the next two weeks, Harriet finds excuses to come find you

Sometimes it’s coffee in the morning

Takeout bags filled with lunch

Or she catches you at the end of the day and invites you to dinner or drinks

At show’s after-party, she even spends most of her time with you

Pulling you out onto the dance floor

Wrapping an arm around your waist

The two of you haven’t really put a label on what you and Harriet are, but everyone around you and her thinks you’re a couple

Harriet gives you kisses on the cheek

Hugs you whenever she sees you

And always makes time to see you

Some nights she even kisses you on the lips before the two of you part ways

Finally after two weeks of whatever is going on between you and Harry, at the after-party you and Harriet are sitting at a table in a quieter part of the club and she has her hand resting on your thigh

“Harry, what are you and me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you my girlfriend?”

Harriet chuckles and smiles at you, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Um, hell yes”

This causes the blonde to smile even wider

“Then, yes, I’m your girlfriend”

Harriet leans in and kisses you, not caring if anyone sees

Not that the two of you are officially girlfriends, Harriet finds even more excuses to see you

Most nights she also invites you back to her place 

She drops by your office sometimes just to see how you’re doing and gives you a kiss

You give her a good luck kiss before every show even though you know she’s going to do great

The two of you don’t confirm you’re relationship until Harriet says something in an interview

The two of you haven’t been hiding your relationship, but you and her also didn’t comment on it to the tabloids

You and Harriet are an acting/writing duo to be reckoned with

You end up moving in with Harriet during the shows summer break

Sometimes you try to write while your home with Harriet and Harriet is awful about distracting you

She just wants you to pay attention to her and she’s adorable

“Harry, do you want me to finish this sketch or not?”

“That depends. Will you give me kisses afterward?”

“Yes”

“Then fine”

She sits quietly by you as you finish it

She loves watching you work

Harry thinks the face you make while you’re concentrating is adorable

One night, after a couple years of dating, Harriet leans up in bed and asks “Am I still your muse?”

You smile and kiss the woman

“Hannah Harriet Hayes, you will always be my muse.”

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Dating a Younger Woman Would Include: Billie Dean Howard, Lana Winters, Cordelia Goode, Bette and Dot Tattler, Sally McKenna, Audrey Tindall, Ally Mayfair Richards, Wilhemina Venable, Alice Macray, Tammy, Harriet Hayes (you are here)

#request #hc #would include #harriet hayes #studio 60 #harriet hayes x reader #harriet x reader #harriet hayes imagine #hannah harriet hayes #harriet imagine #sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #headcanon #head canon #studio 60 imagine #studio 60 on the sunset strip imagine #studio 60 on the sunset strip