#mildred ratched imagine

[cabensonsgirly]

I wanna be your bubblegum bitch. (18+)

Content: Derogatory language, talk of smut, needles, medication, medical stuff

"Nurse Ratched? What's that collar under your uniform?"

"It's none of your business, that's what it is. But if you must know, it is a shirt."

"Just a plain one?"

"What? Do you want me to strip so you can see this plain shirt I have on underneath? Maybe you need to be admitted here."

"I- No- No, that's not- I'm-"

"Live, laugh, lobotomy. Now, I suggest you get back to work before I change my mind."

"I- Of- of course, Nurse Ratched. Sorry Nurse Ratched." You stand there for a moment, trying to keep yourself composed, and not burst into a fit of laughter at how calmly she said such a bizarre yet appropriate saying for her line of work. You turn around and cover your mouth as you have a giggle fit, hoping that your hand was enough to muffle your sound. When you finally turn back around to face Mildred, she looked thoroughly pissed off, her features more cold than usual.

"You either stop laughing and grow up, or you will be staying here until you do. I will tell Nurse Bucket and the others that they are not to disturb you because you've had a psychotic break, and will return to work only when I deem you are in an acceptable state to do so."

You continue laughing, even when she grabs your wrist and drags you to the nearest unoccupied room, once inside she pushes you down onto the bed and straps you down tightly, making sure there is very little room to move.

Instead of saying something, Mildred leaves the room for a few minutes, leaving you unsure whether she'd return, but when she does you notice that she's holding a small paper cup in one hand, and a syringe in the other, a sickly-sweet smile on her face, "I will force these pills down your throat, or we can both agree on this lovely injection here. Which one will it be, hm? Seeing as you're so willing to debase yourself like some common harlot, then surely you won't mind me giving you the same treatment as the others here."

You were absolutely petrified inside, you didn't think she would do this to her co-worker, let alone someone so new to the job, but if Mildred was one thing, she was definitely full of surprises. You managed to remain calm outwardly, trying to come across as cocky rather than scared, so you raise your eyebrows with a grin across your face as if she'd just played into your hand. "Or... Did you just want to be alone with me? Hm, Millie? Did you just want to strap me to this bed to see what it would feel like?"

The panic starts to set in fully now, you tug and pull and writhe against the restraints as each wave crashes over you, "How- How about neither, hm? I- I know you like me more- more than those uh... Common harlots. And- and if I remember correctly, I heard you letting one of them into your room last night. The walls are paper thin, Mildred."

She falters slightly, only noticeable by the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth before she calmly places the syringe and medication down on the side-table. She turns to face you and wraps her hand around your throat tight, her eyes almost devoid of any emotion but there's a hint of arousal glowing in them, "What I do outside of work is none of your business. But it seems that you are quite the voyeut, how else would you know what I get up to, hm? Maybe I should admit you here, after all, judging by the way your eyes dilated by the simple action of me tying you down... Then putting my hand around your throat... You are sexually deviant. Imagine what your colleagues would think of you... Oh they'd be so surprised and disappointed. How could someone like you have been working with them, hm? You're no better than the other patients here, you just hide it behind the uniform. Save it for when you're alone. Save it for when you think I don't notice you watching me through the gap in the curtains, yes?"

Mildred lets go of you, picking the medication and syringe up again she turns to face you once more, "So, what will it be?"

You take a couple of deep breaths, filling your lungs with air and hoping it would help calm your racing heart. You shake your head, "I'm sexually deviant and a voyeur? That's rich coming from you, Mildred Ratched. My room is right next to yours, but in your excitement of awaiting a literal prostitutex you never saw me. It's always a different girl too, you seem to have a type, Mildred."

A smug grin spreads across your face, courage filling you as each word leaves your lips, "And yet you're in denial about being a lesbian. What would your colleagues think about Head Nurse Ratched? I see the look in your eyes, darling, I know it arouses you... Being fully in control... Bossing people around... Being the one to decide about life and death. If I know, I wonder how many other people notice too."

Mildred laughs and shakes her head, "Do you really think that they'd believe some untrained nurse wannabe over the Head Nurse? My my, you are deluded." She licks her teeth and shakes her head again, smiling, "Oh how foolish and naive you are to think that." She steps closer to you, tracing the tip of the syringe down your neck slowly, "Only you are foolish enough to speak out against me. Only you are stupid enough to think you'd be believed. Honestly... I don't know why you're even still working here. I should have fired you long ago, but watching you fumble your way through your duties is too amusing."

Your breathing gets shallow, panic clearly visible in your eyes, yet you refuse to give up so easily, "Don't Mil- Nurse Ratched. Please don't. And don't mistake foolishness for bravery, and- and you keep me here because I've heard people say you like watching me. That makes you quite the voyeur, doesn't it? Seeing other people struggle turns you on, drives you wild when you're doing better than someone," you breath out.

Mildred's breath catches in her throat, her eyes closing briefly as if trying to keep composed. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Miss Yln." She breathes out slowly, her eyes opening once more as she looks at you, faint colour on her cheeks. "I watch you closely so I can step in and stop you from doing something more stupid."

"Right..." you feign a sigh, "of course. I know nothing, you're absolutely right. And if it wasn't for you, I would have lost my job... So true and generous, Nurse Ratched. I'm so inexperienced and pathetically innocent. I desperately need you to show me the ropes." You bat your eyelashes at her sweetly before smirking, "That's just how you like your girls, hm? I believe it's what us sexually deviant people call a... Corruption kink. Corrupting good, innocent little girls into your filthy harlots, hm? But I wouldn't know because I am so, so dumb. Maybe you can show me, Nurse Ratched."

Mildred steps back from you, slamming the syringe down onto the side-table before mocimg to untie you, her cheeks rosy. Once she is done, she takes a few steps back from you, putting a few metres between the pair of you. "Get. Out," she growls out, a slight waver in her voice.

You chuckle whole stretching your limbs before hopping off the bed, straightening the fabric of your nurse dress then slowly making your way over to her until her back hits the wall with a barely audible thud.

"Or what, Nurse Ratched? You're going to tell everyone that I know how kinky you are, hm? How much you love corruption? Whether it's the system or little sluts?" You look around as if anyone could see you before leaning in to whisper into her ear, "But I'm not dumb, oh no, I was corrupted a long time ago... Now, I wouldn't mind being corrupted by you, but that's besides the point. There's something else I see, oh I know, darling, and you're so afraid of me uncovering that secret as well, but I already know. It's so painfully obvious."

Your chuckle was a low rumble in your throat, "We wouldn't want anyone to know our precious Head Nurse likes others to be in control, hm? Making her the filthy little harlot. Taking the control you desperately fight for every day." You all but moan the next words, "Such a good girl."

You turn to meet her eyes again, leaning against the wall with one hand, your lips barely an inch away from hers, "I. Already. Know. Mildred." You know she could feel your breath against her own lips, so you move in closer, your lips brushing against hers as you speak, "How about you try a little harder next time, hm? If a stupid, little girl like me knows, I wonder who else does?"

You back away again, allowing her to breathe, still leaning in you move your other hand to caress her glowing cheek, "There's really no need to blush like you are right now, it's okay, sweetheart."

Mildred draws in an uneven breath, unable to stop herself from leaning into your touch, her eyes fluttering shut, "You- you will tell no one of this. I'm still- fuck... I'm still Head Nurse. I can get you admitted." She says, a waver to her usually deadpan tone. "They'll still- They are still more likely to believe me over you." Her brain seems to finally catch up and she moves out of your touch, her eyes snapping open as she straightens her uniform, "I like no such thing. Stop running your mouth."

You hold your arms up as if you've given up before letting them drop back down, your smirk partially fading. "Of course you don't, I'm just a stupid nurse, what do I know? Your secret is safe with me either way." You turn around to walk towards the door, straightening your shoulders, as you open the door, you turn back around, "Oh and... Don't be so uptight, Mildred." You smole sweetly before leaving her by herself, carrying on with your duties as if nothing happened.

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #mildred ratched imagine #mildred ratched x reader #Mildred Ratched

[askheadnurseratched]

But then how would you find a way to cure me, darling?

Firstly, I am not your darling.

Secondly, through an appointment. I have one available at 4pm this afternoon. I suggest you be on time.

#Darling? Who are you kidding #ask nurse ratched #Mildred Ratched imagine

[camillelespanayesbtch]

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

[blxckchxrrybxby]

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

[stayevildarling]

5 and 14 for the character ask game with each sarah character please <33

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? + 14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Billie Dean Howard:

5: „Oh, pretty woman“ by Roy Orbison and „National Anthem“ by Lana Del Ray

14: old money

Cordelia Goode:

5: „Je te laisserai des mots“ by Patrick Watson

14: witchcore with a bit of cottage core

Ally Mayfair Richards:

5: „Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang“ by Sohodolls

14: gay soccer mom

Wilhemina Venable:

5: „Little dark age“ by MGMT and „Bloody Mary“ by Lady Gaga

14: dark academia but ✨purple✨

Audrey Tindall:

5: „Yellow“ by Coldplay or „She‘s so lovely“ by Scouting for Girls

14: cottage core

Sally McKenna:

5: „Tear you apart“ by She wants revenge

14: edgy, grunge

Lana Winters:

5: „Cigarette Duet“ by Princess Chelsea

14: vintage chic

Mildred Ratched:

5: ,,Who is she?'' by I Monster

14: vintage? (specifically 1947?)

Tammy (Oceans 8)

5: ,,These boots are made for walking'' by Nancy Sinatra + ,,I kissed a girl'' by Katy Perry

14: same as Ally tbh gay soccer mom

side note: this is really funny because the other day I was thinking about this. imagine being on a roadtrip with them. Cordelia lets you choose music and then one of them remembers you saying you have a playlist with songs that remind you of them. Imagine playing ,,Pretty woman'' for Billie, she would be an adorable blushing mess. Then playing a really soft love song for Cordelia only to then play ,,Bloody Mary'' or one of the darker songs that remind you of Mina. Her face, she would be furious but this would be so funny 🤣

#asks #character game #I apologise for not doing the others #but I don't really care about them #ahs #American horror story #Cordelia goode #Billie Dean howard #wilhemina venable #ally mayfair richards #sally mckenna #Audrey tindall #mildred ratched #ratched #oceans 8 #Tammy #Sarah paulson

[sheloooveswomen]

romcom love- headcanon

masterlist

prompt: romantic comedy style moments during different parties/events.

includes: billie dean howard, cordelia goode, audrey tindall, ally mayfair-richards, wilhemina venable, mildred ratched, tammy, and xandra terrell.

☆ billie dean howard ☆

halloween telethon

• look at me i'm sandra dee, lousy with virginity

• only half of that applies.

• True: Billie Dean is dressed as Sandy from Grease- hot, cigarette hanging from her lips, off the shoulder top, belted leather pants, fly off into the sunset at the end of the movie Sandy to be exact.

• however she most definitely is not a virgin, and the word lousy is not in her vocabulary

• you do have chills.

• they're multiplying.

• she ends her conversation with a producer and makes her way towards you and you are definitely losing control- are your hands shaking? act natural

Y/N: *dramatic gasp* Sandy?!

BILLIE: Danny?! *borderline shy smile* is it everything you imagined? *does a tiny spin*

Y/N: it's electrifying.

• she laughs at the awful awful joke

• at some point during her tour you bonded over your love of grease and your distaste for the sequel (argue with a wall i love michelle pfeiffer but babe i couldn't take the second movie)

• the medium was chosen to host a televised halloween fundraiser

• many other celebrities, including friends of hers, joined for the event (all in costume)

• as part of the crew you don't have to dress up (since you're not on camera) but here you are in your usual all black outfit plus a white and red Rydell High cardigan à la Danny Zuko

BILLIE: look at you *touches your shoulder*

Y/N: fits like a glove

BILLIE: good, i'm glad. *looks you up and down*

PRODUCER: on in 5, Billie!

BILLIE: alrighty! *turns back to you* you are formally invited to the after party, by the way.

Y/N: oh? i-is that allowed

BILLIE: *hand drops to hold your forearm* darling, it's my party. i can even escort you there if you'd like.

PRODUCER: we need to put your mic on, Billie.

BILLIE: *keeps her eyes on you* on my way! *hand falls to hold yours* so i'll see you later, doll?

Y/N: yeah of course! an escort sounds nice- a ride, from you. in a car, i mean—

BILLIE: *nods along*

Y/N: —you driving or your driver.

BILLIE: precisely. *squeezes your hand before letting go*

Y/N: i'm gonna stop talking.

BILLIE: we'll save it for later *winks*

☆ cordelia goode ☆

mardi gras

•  you're a student at Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies

• spending most of your time exploring and learning and practicing...alongside the supreme's daughter, Cordelia

• who everyone knows you have a mutual crush on, but neither of you talk about it

• or your first kiss...or the other kissing and the *cough* touching *cough*

• sometimes Delia doesn't really know how to talk to you properly, especially in front of others

• instead of real conversation she ends up spewing historical facts, and you let her

• so here you are with your head in her lap talking about spending your first mardi gras together

CORDELIA: have you ever been to the parade?

Y/N: no, sadly, my parents usually keep me home through the holidays. they're worried i'll end up 'flashing the world for a coconut' whatever that means.

CORDELIA: *scrunches her nose* flashing the- oh! Zulu Coconuts

Y/N: gesundheit.

CORDELIA: *squishes your face* no they're one of the throws- the like, party favors

Y/N: is that not dangerous?

CORDELIA: *adorable laugh* i'm sure they make eye contact or something before tossing them. but they're hard to get and some people will do anything to get them, even- you know...flashing. the people throwing the treasures know that, they will sometimes take advantage by asking women to *mimes lifting her shirt and shimmies*

Y/N: *trying not to stare at boobs* so no one actually has to do it?

CORDELIA: nope. those who do can be arrested, public nudity and all that jazz- i mean there are children and families around.

Y/N: so jail and semi-nudes all over the internet. yeah, not worth a coconut.

CORDELIA: the flashing is mostly just in the Bourbon Street area of the French Quarter. its known for strip clubs, so those interested in that sort of thing can see some version of that year-round.

Y/N: but not for free *wink just to see her smile*

CORDELIA: think about it, though, the spring-breakers get wasted, lose their inhibitions. shame, they don't even experience actual Mardi Gras traditions.

Y/N: what's French Quarter like otherwise?

CORDELIA: throughout the year? beautiful. balconies in the French Quarter are a wonderful place to enjoy the music, architecture, history, the atmosphere, and culture of the city. a lot of Bourbon Street balconies are rented out during Mardi Gras.

Y/N: is a lot of the parade there?

CORDELIA: no actually *laughs* there's a size restriction on floats in that area!

• she gets excited over the oddest things

CORDELIA: there are some small foot-parades through the French Quarter, but most of it is sleazy men

Y/N: no thank you

CORDELIA: agreed

Y/N: do you know what the masks are for besides fun?

• she can talk about literally anything- read a cereal box or a phone book for all you care

• her lisp just makes you melt

CORDELIA: in the beginning, masks worn during Mardi Gras allowed wearers to escape society and class constraints. carnival goers were free to be whomever they wanted to be, and mingle with literally anyone. on the darker side, women who wore masks had their reputation questioned.

Y/N: we can never win.

CORDELIA: right? but now, everyone wears masks. in fact, float riders are actually required to wear masks by law. it's the largest masked party in North America.

Y/N: we should for sure buy some

CORDELIA: i know where we can get them

Y/N: perfect!

CORDELIA: we should get the ones that cover just our eyes, though

Y/N: why?

CORDELIA: *mumbles* how else will i kiss you?

{ i'm weak in the knees for nervous rambly nerdy baby delia, so this will become a one shot }

☆ audrey tindall ☆

xmas party

• mutual friend's party

• both steal glances when the other isn't looking

• you trying not to fan girl and her trying to play it cool

• bump into each other in the kitchen doorway

• do the thing where you keep stepping to the same side and laugh and say "sorry" a ridiculous amount

AUDREY: i'll go left

Y/N: okay

AUDREY: *facepalm* blimey i went stage left

Y/N: *laughing* i- i like your antlers

AUDREY: my? *touches her head* right, thank you *looks up when her hand hits something else*

• mistletoe!!!

• both blushing with your backs against either side of the doorway

Y/N: is that-?

AUDREY: yes...i'm guessing that doesn't grow there naturally

Y/N: right

AUDREY: i'd hate to break a sacred holiday tradition

Y/N: don't want coal in your stalking?

AUDREY: *grinning* i have been naughty year round

Y/N: you have a chance to be nice now, though

AUDREY: *steps closer* i didn't catch your name

Y/N: i didn't give it

AUDREY: *grin* okay, stranger. *head tilt* brace yourself.

• hot cocoa flavored kiss~

• wiping and reapplying her lipstick afterwards

• chatting, blushing, giggling, and innocent touches the rest of the evening

{ turning this into a one shot or else i'll burst into flames }

☆ ally mayfair-richards ☆

school dance

(cult never happened, she's not a senator just a restaurant owner, Oz is 13 and she had him on her own, let's pretend parents can chaperone)

• as a member of the PTA, Ally is signed up to chaperone the middle school dance

•  as one of the new teachers, you are too

• you bump into each other at the snack table, smiling shyly at each other before she introduces herself

• she assumes you're a parent, you assume she's a teacher and it makes for a confusing conversation

ALLY: i'm sorry i never asked which one is yours

Y/N: oh *looks at table* i didn't bring one

ALLY: you didn't?

Y/N: should i have? i didn't realize it was a requirement, i missed that memo

ALLY: *throughly amused and confused*

Y/N: what did you bring?

ALLY: *slowly understanding* the blonde, glasses, bow tie  *points to dance floor*

Y/N: *incredibly confused*

ALLY: *smiling* i don't work here and i'm guessing you do?

Y/N: yes? *realizes* oohhh

ALLY: yep. i was wondering what meeting you were talking about before *laughs*

Y/N: oh my gosh- i just thought maybe you were on the second floor, i never go up there

ALLY: let me properly introduce myself. my name is Ally, i do not work here but i do own a restaurant in town, and i have a son named Oz. now you.

Y/N: my name is Y/n, I do work here, and your son is in one of my classes

ALLY: wait- what's your last name?

Y/N: L/n

ALLY: *chuckles* i don't know how to put this but i think my son has a crush on you

Y/N: really?!

ALLY: he talks about you all the time. all of the times.

Y/N: oh my gosh, i remember those days.

ALLY: right. I had a thing for my chorus teacher. can't sing for my life but i took her class every year.

Y/N: *smile* i had an english teacher who had to be almost 6ft tall, amazing blonde hair, blue eyes, always wore grey or navy, and a nose piercing! i was smitten, probably obvious about it, too.

ALLY: you think he knew?

Y/N: she, Mrs.Robins.

ALLY: *laughs* wait Robins like Mrs.Robinson?!

Y/N: only in my dreams

ALLY: *holds intense eye contact* is their a Mrs.L/n, now?

Y/n: nope...is it Mrs.Mayfair-Richards?

ALLY: nope *laughs* i'm a child of divorce

• both sip from your caprisuns

• the sexual tension bro

ALLY: well then, that's cleared up

Y/N: luckily

☆ wilhemina venable ☆

office party

• Jeff and Mutt don't need a reason to party but why not celebrate a new product/project

• though their mysterious assistant loathes these social events, she plans them and therefore must see that everything goes according to her plans

• since you work on a completely different floor, you've never actually interacted with the infamous Miss Venable

• all your knowledge of her is by word of mouth and holy fuck why did no one mention how stunning she is

• she yelled at this person and her and him and fired what's-her-face and she loves purple

• but not a word about how tall and elegant and the hair and the glasses and the heels and the lipstick

• so you can imagine her surprise when you take the empty seat at her table, nervous for reasons she doesn't comprehend

• she's certainly never seen you before, she'd remember, but when you say your name she recalls reviewing your work when it landed on her desk and she remembers being almost impressed

• the conversation isn't flowing

• it's more drops of sarcasm and remarks about  your coworkers lack of intelligence and decorum

• is she harsh? maybe a little. is she wrong? not at all!

• and then you say something that makes her smile- almost laugh, a little lift at the corners of her mouth and an amused puff of air through her upturned nose

• maybe she's a little...sharp...

• maybe...you're really into that

☆ mildred ratched ☆

valentines dance at women's bar

• you saw the redhead when Gwendolyn first brought her to your bar, but missed the chance to speak when she stormed out

• knowing Gwen for years (as a regular customer) you ask what happened and if you can help

• she explains what the beautiful stranger is going through, respecting her privacy while giving enough for plausible advice

• she takes your suggestion and brings the redhead back for the sweetheart's dance

• Mildred is a little thrown by your tousled hair, fitted trousers, waistcoat, and loosely buttoned shirt

• she just can't stop staring

• Gwen, what a wingwoman, makes an excuse to go talk to someone she's had her eyes on

Y/N: what can I get you, Red?

MILDRED: it's Mildred, water is fine.

Y/N: *grinning* on the rocks?

MILDRED: *tight smile* please.

Y/N: coming right up

MILDRED: Gwendolyn says you own the place?

Y/N: co-own with an aunt Lana, it's my pride and joy.

MILDRED: *looks around* is it difficult hiding...this place

Y/N: trouble is expected...but it's freeing nonetheless

MILDRED: *accepts her water with a nod*

• you feel her eyes as you tend to other customers

• flipping bottles and mixing drinks with flare

• you let Mildred sit and observe in peace until she needs a refill

MILDRED: you enjoy making a spectacle of yourself?

Y/N: is that your way of saying you can't look away?

MILDRED: *sips drink*

• once the slow dancing starts, you sit with Mildred and ask her to tell you about herself

• when she's slow to share, you do the taking

• she nods meekly when you ask her to dance

• turns red when you say "i don't bite"

• sighs (almost happily) when you hold her a little closer

• and fights a smile when you spin her around

• may or may not catch her glancing down your shirt

Y/N: see something you like?

MILDRED: *her eyes meet yours* pardon?

Y/N: my clothes, what else?

MILDRED: i- do you dress like this all the time?

Y/N: when i can, yeah. can't exactly run this place in a skirt and heels. *look her up and down* i certainly don't look like you when i do

MILDRED: i suppose

Y/N: *laugh* ouch—

MILDRED: no i mean to work—

Y/N: i know i know, i'm only teasing- is that a smile, Mildred?

• she's almost surprised at how relaxed she's become, when did that happen?

MILDRED: i suppose

Y/N: so are you enjoying your first sweetheart's dance?

MILDRED: *almost whispering* i suppose

{ i turned this into a one shot because i love soft millie! }

☆ tammy ☆

met gala

(obviously she's not married!!)

• you show her around the office when she's hired as one of the Met Ball coordinators (after the other one had a family emergency or something?)

• you work well together

• dividing and completing your tasks with ease

• for example she hires some australian nutritionist as well as the kitchen staff

• friendly conversation and occasional flirting

• you grow closer over the months of planning

• working lunches/dinners and grabbing coffee/tea/snacks for each other

• go out on a few unofficial dates when you have to visit the venue

• ex: walking around the museum together to see the changing exhibits, stopping to eat at restaurants Tammy wants to try

• she doesn't share much about her personal life but oh well, a milf is interested in you homie so no complaints

• you're together when the gala is on lock down as security hunts for the missing necklace

• luckily Tammy finds the missing necklace in a fountain

• she goes back to upstate new york when the event is over

• lot of texting and phone calls

• she comes to the city when she can to see you, sometimes you take the train to her place

☆ xandra terrell ☆

cinco de mayo

• she works at a club near your university

• you've spent an embarrassing amount of time silently yearning for the hot bartender

• we can thank tequila for pushing you two together

• cinco de mayo fell on a saturday night so the place was packed

• who knows how it was arranged but one minute you're having a churro and the next you're being nudged towards Xandra for a body shot

XANDRA: i'm on the clock, babe, so you'll have to take it

Y/N: *nod like a whore*

• like a pro she puts the filled shot glass in her cleavage, a line of salt along her collarbone, and a lime wedge between her teeth

• you can feel her hum as your tongue swipes the salt

• you can smell her perfume or lotion or whatever the fuck smells so damn good when your nose grazes her chest and you manage to slip the glass from between her tits

• and you can taste her lipgloss when you suck the lime, up until it falls to the floor and she kisses you fully

{ also turning this into a one shot because I AM GAY }

#sarah paulson #american horror story #x reader #billie dean howard #cordelia goode #audrey tindall #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable #xandra #mildred ratched #tammy

[paulsonsratched]

My fav Sarah characters and their favorite piece of jewelry (created by me, myself and I since I’m finishing my goldsmith training currently). I tried to color it but messed it up so I hope my description and your imagination is enough 😅

Wilhemina Venable:

- AMETHYST OF COURSE

- her jewellery of choice would be a pendant

- when she would not feel comfortable she could wear it underneath the neck of her blouses or shirts so she still would know it’s there but wouldn’t feel like she’s showing off

- you chose that piece for her

- that’s why she usually is wearing it with pride

- Wears it EVER. DAY.

- “Can you hand me my pendant y/n?”

- the choice of gold is a solid 18 carats rosé gold

- you chose rosé because you felt like it would look incredible with Wilhelmina’s hair

- And it does!

- the amethyst you chose isn’t the usual very dark and rich purple colour but a very light one

- that makes the amethyst appear almost see through

- the amethyst is known for giving energy and inspiration

- Secretly Wilhemina is incredibly creative especially in drawing but she just shows it to you

- a myth also says that amethysts safe the owner from nightmares which is also pretty fitting for Wilhemina for she gets worked up at night a lot

- It’s the stone of the holy Valentine = February = long lasting love

- “I love you sweet tea.”

Billie Dean Howard:

- Billie is the queen of pearls

- Her favourite jewellery is a pendants as well

- She got it from her mother

- the gold her mother chose is white gold, classical

- the pearl that is embraced by the 21k gold is a Tahiti pearl

- Tahiti pearls appear grey/blackish

- They’re pretty rare and can just be found on the costs of Tahiti

- one of the darkest pearls costs around 7.350

- Billies mother died when she was pretty young and always used to wear pearls that’s why billie does as well

- “Now you look just like me my little angel.”

- She would just wear that piece of jewellery at the most important occasions for example your wedding

- It would make her feel close to her mother

- “I wish you could be here mom.”

Harriet Hayes:

- golden ear studs in the shape of a flower

- she got those from her daughter “Flora” which means flower

- a solid 14k yellow gold

- inside are small brilliants

- “They shine as bright as you mom.”

- Flora gave them to her when she moved out

- Harriet always would wear them when she’s worried about her daughter or just feels the need to be close to her

- it’s fits to EVERYTHING so it’s super convenient

- wears it in her free time a lot

- Brags to her friends about it

- “Look what my daughter got me”

Mildred Ratched:

- hers and Gwens wedding ring

- They had a secret wedding because, well…homosexuality back then.

- That’s also the reason it’s not supposed to look like a typical wedding ring

- The stone is a citrine

- it’s more of a light orange citrin for the rest of the ring is a yellow gold so it separates stone from ring cave

- Citrine = lat. citrus = lemon

- “Just as bitter sweet as you my love!”

- It’s told that the citrine lights up the mood because of its bright colour so people assume it helps with depression and gives the owner a sense of big self consciousness

- “I take you as my wife, for that the sun always shines for you.”

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[irintican]

how i would fix ratched (i say this with love)

get rid of the edmund tolleson arc. it is hideously ludicrous and adds nothing to backstory. his presence only adds chaos and leads away from mildred and her eventual transformation. (him wanting to hunt her down is the stupidest thing i had seen of this show.)

make mildred kinder, to start that is. i love paulson’s portrayal, but i want a progression. how did mildred become the twisted and abusive nurse ratched? let the system, especially healthcare, twist her into a tyrant. it would be most plausible for mildred have her spirit crushed by the disappointment of american healthcare.

add more psychological horror. let the hospital be run by a ruthless nurse bucket, a sinister dr. hanover, and/or neglect by the staff. this is would force mildred to have more interactions to solidify her stance as the eventual head nurse as seen in one flew over the cuckoo’s nest.

spend less time on mildred’s romances. do not get me wrong, i love mildred and gwendolyn, and making her gay was intriguing, however, this story is about a metamorphosis to evil. i want to see a dark descent, not lover to lover.

cease with the stupidity of dr. hanover and his backstory with the osgoods. if i wanted to watch this, i wouldn just turn on ahs: asylum.

more intricate interactions with the staff, especially nurse bucket. imagine the intrigue of mildred, once repulsed by nurse bucket, begins to adopt her ways as a protege, maybe even a betrayal!

lastly, make it a LIMITED series! ratched cornered itself with edmund tolleson going to hunt down mildred, and i believe the entire show was lost with the last episode. where, logically, would the show be able to go, and use it as backstory for nurse ratched?

#ratched #mildred ratched

[shootthemessenger]

would you still hold my hands if they were cold to the touch? [w.v.]

wilhemina venable x fem!reader

requested: one where wilhemina is falling in love for the first time (not her first relationship but first time being in love) [anon]

disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature, brief mentions of sex, just barely nsfw shower scene (mostly innocent)

If, years ago, someone would have told Wilhemina Venable that she was going to spend most of her mornings watching her girlfriend sleep, she would have laughed directly into their face.

Partly it would have been because of the ‘girlfriend’ bit, seeing as she hadn’t felt the need to entertain a relationship in years.

And partly because it felt mundane and, frankly, stupid to watch anyone sleep. She could have argued that it was creepy too, if she had dwelled on the thought long enough.

She should have been disgusted with herself; with the need she felt to spend the entirety of her morning watching your chest rise and fall in time with the expansion of your lungs.

This morning, in particular, Wilhemina’s eyes had landed on you as the clock’s smaller hand fished around for the seven. The apartment was quiet enough for her to hear the softness in your breathing.

Her gaze fell onto your parted lips before traveling down, over the dip in your throat and the curve of your collarbone before landing onto the gentle and rhythmic movements of your chest.

Her hand, as if working with a mind of its own, came up to press light touches to the edge of your jaw. She was careful not to wake you as she traced the bone with her fingertip.

God, did you make her weak.

She let her finger trail down your neck before she pressed ever-so-gently into your pulse point. Her eyes began to close as her heartbeat fell in time with your own.

To know that everything she had ever needed was lying next to her in human form was unnerving to her. You were so fragile, even under her gentle touch, she didn’t want to think of all the tragedies in the world that were capable of breaking you.

Often times when the two of you were alone, Wilhemina would hold you between her hands; press her palms flat against your rib cage and align her fingers with the curve towards your back.

You loved it because she was holding you and, dear God, did it feel good to just be held. She loved it because she gained power from knowing she held her entire everything between two palms.

In that moment, watching you sleep didn’t feel creepy to her. It was her chance to bask in the adoration she held for you.

She nearly lulled herself back to sleep, feeling your heartbeat underneath the pad of her finger, before she forced her eyes opened and blinked herself awake.

She knew that she wouldn’t last much longer awake if she didn’t make an effort to move.

So, she coaxed herself towards the bathroom, much to the detest of her body which wanted nothing more than to slither back into bed with you. She had been careful not to expose your naked torso to the unforgivingly cold morning air. She moved slowly as to hush the gentle thumping of her cane against the hardwood flooring.

When she finally did reach the bathroom, the harsh yellow light was a rude awakening to her as she turned it on.

She shot one last glance at your sleeping form, which had subconsciously shifted closer to her side of the bed where she was sure you were gaining much warmth.

She took the next few seconds to examine herself in the bathroom mirror.

She thought she looked pathetic; her hair had fallen past her shoulders in tired-looking red curls and her eyes were soft and cloudy from sleep.

You had always told her she looked beautiful in the mornings, given that it was impossible for her to hide the softness in her personality when she was simultaneously fighting off sleep.

She didn’t see it that way.

To her; she was showing weakness and it was only going to get her chewed up and spit out just like anyone else. She was, of course, being a bit dramatic.

She let her head drop for a moment, feeling the strain tugging at the muscles between her shoulder blades.

She hadn’t noticed she was crying until a tear slid down the apple of her cheek before splashing onto the bathroom counter underneath her. She didn’t even know why she was crying.

Quickly, she wiped away whatever else could have been brewing in her eyes without giving it the chance to paint the skin on her face.

“Get a grip.” She scoffed at herself, meeting her own eyes in the mirror as she began to shed what little clothing she had been wearing from the night before.

Oh, the night before.

Usually, when she had thought back onto a night of sex she felt sick to her stomach to think she had been so vulnerable in the presence of another person.

But it was different with you. She wasn’t worried about how pathetic she must have looked, out and open for the world to see. In fact, she wasn’t worried about anything.

It was more like, she was trying to fight the racing images of you withering and whimpering underneath her or watching you handle her body like a skilled sailor pivoting your ship through stormy seas.

It was more like, being thankful that she could remember the way it felt to have you pull and press and bite like you knew exactly how to please her. Like you were willing to devour every inch of her skin.

It was more like, the only thing she had to be embarrassed about was the fact that she had ever let another person touch her when there were sounds buried deep inside her that never existed until you.

And she could do little to fight the smile that tugged at her lips as she turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up to a more comfortable temperature.

She would have hated herself had she met herself years ago.

But she didn’t care much for that fact as she stepped into the bliss of a morning shower and let the water wash over whatever contempt was probing at her.

She took one long deep breath through the steam of her shower and she started to laugh; loudly, for no reason, with no hesitation.

She must have been loosing her mind.

It was a short laugh, but it felt so good.

She was so focused on the feeling of her shower that, over the soft drumming of the water against the floor, she didn’t hear you coming into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

She felt you step into the shower accompanied by a rush of cold air that made her promptly turn around to meet your sleepy gaze.

There were no words spoken for a moment as she, rather shamelessly, let her eyes wander around the entirety of you.

“You’re beautiful, kitten.” Was all she said but it was enough to coax a small giggle from your tired lips.

Without a second thought, she slithered her arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss directly under the beads of hot water.

Her wet skin pressed against yours as her hands moved to tangle in your hair, pulling you so deliciously close that she couldn’t have possibly pulled you in any more.

When the time came to come up for air, Wilhemina moved to press your back to the cold tile wall behind you. Her hands slid down your temples to cup at your cheeks, holding your face between her hands.

“I’m in love with you, I hope you know that.”

a/n: no one will ever stop me from writing soft mina when i’m sad, btw this took three months and six very different drafts

taglist: @mssallymckenna , @proudnlittle , @coxmicbabygirl , @sapphicpaulsxn , @its-soph-xx , @fand0m-obsess3d-g33k , @paulsonix , @madamevirgo , @kikaykimkim , @billiedeansbottom , @d14n4ol , @supremeinlilac , @blackcosmicwitch

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[cordeliasdarling]

mildred sitting on the floor whilst comforting you on a bad day, stroking your arm lightly as the morning light streams through the thin curtains of your recently shared home.

gifs: @ joannas

#mildred ratched #ratched #nurseratched #sarah paulson #imagine #mildred ratched imagine #sarah paulson imagine

[multifandomfix]

Imagine Mildred getting possessive of you.

Nursing kept both you and Mildred quite busy, so on the rare occasions you did have a little downtime, she expected you to spend it with her. When she caught you gossiping with a group of other nurses, she got a little jealous at seeing you choose them over her.

Mildred cleared her throat, getting the attention of you and the rest of the nurses standing around you. "May I see you a moment," she asked, keeping her tone calm, but you saw right through it and knew how she was feeling.

You stepped away from the other nurses and walked off with Mildred. You heard a few of them giggle as the two of you departed. "I thought we agreed that we’d spend our free time together," Mildred said.

"You were still busy when I started talking to them. Of course I’d choose you, Mil, but I also know how much you don’t like to be interrupted. Am I forgiven?"

Mildred looked at you with a softened expression now on her face. "Yes. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have presumed."

For @yang12e

#mildred ratched #mildred ratched imagine #mildred ratched x reader #ratched #ratched imagine #request #send requests #requests open

[cabensonsgirly]

Hey everyone! I know ask accounts are dead, but I'm trying to bring them back! There are three that I know of, linked below 😊

Billie Dean Howard

Diane Sherman

Wilhemina Venable

Anne Gillette

Mildred Ratched

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #Billie Dean Howard #Diane Sherman #Wilhemina Venable #Mildred Ratched

[askheadnurseratched]

Now now, head nursie you’re very forward, why would I tell you? ;)

If you keep referring to me as "nursie" I will simply stop replying to you.

#I will only tell you once. #ask nurse ratched #Mildred Ratched imagine

[camillelespanayesbtch]

Outtake of Sarah Paulson for American Vogue.

Photographed by Max Farago.

Source: Sarahpaulsbean on Instagram

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #diane sherman #Sally Mckenna #Ally mayfair richards #Lana winters #Mildred Ratched

[blxckchxrrybxby]

**Reader Included In All**

Cordelia Goode

Clear Skies; Dreary Mind

FaceTime: One Call Away

Wilhemina Venable

Six Months in Advance

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable

Unprecedented [Pt.1] Unprecedented [Pt.2] Unprecedented [Pt.3]

Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard

FaceTime: Counting Down The Hours

Wilhemina Venable x Sally McKenna

Encounter At The Bar

Diane Sherman

Bay Window Blues [Pt.1] | Bay Window Blues [Pt.2] | Bay Window Blues [Pt.3]

Multiple Characters

Couples Retreat [Pt.1] | Couples Retreat [Pt.2]

FaceTime: The Promotion

FaceTime: No Violets in November [Pt.1]

Unresolved Light

Miscellaneous

Birthday Text (Cordelia)

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #diane sherman #diane sherman x reader #cordelia goode x reader #run #billie dean howard #billie dean x reader #mildred ratched x gwendolyn briggs #mildred ratched #mildred x gwendolyn #ally mayfair richards #ally mayfair x reader #masterlist #ahs coven #cordelia goode x reader x wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x cordelia goode #couples retreat #fic rec

[stayevildarling]

Mildred Ratched x Gwendolyn Briggs x Reader- Sick

word count: 4.1k

warnings: mention of sickness, a little bit of angst + fluff

A/N: Hi! I had a request a while back on my Wattpad to write for Gwendolyn x Reader x Mildred and considering I been sick the past week I felt like writing another sick fic.

Taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @mrsdeanhoward, @okpaulson, @in-cordelias-coven, @twistedpoeticjustice, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @vintagepaulson, @ninaahs, @whitelotus00, @httpfiftyshadesofgay, @talulahmae, @cordeliass

''Mildred? Darling?'' the little tremble in the woman's voice instantly gave it away to Mildred, her love and girlfriend of many years.

Mildred closes her eyes, her hand unconsciously grips harder around the phone, trying to ignore the prying ears of the other nurses at Lucia State Hospital. She can instantly tell by the quiver in her lover's voice that something was wrong, her thoughts instantly traveling to the worst ones possible.

''Is she okay?'' Mildred asks, her own voice trembling as fear overtakes her, the thought of something happening to either one of her lovers unbearable almost taking her breath away and strength in her legs as they match the shaking of her voice.

The blonde takes a deep breath, overlooking your fragile state on the bed, fever high as she checked your temperature minutes ago and despite you being curled up with blankets, the cold had rippled through your body, causing you to shiver uncontrollably.

''Her temperature is high Mildred and her-'' Gwendolyn starts but quickly stops, already regretting that she called her girlfriend at work in the first place, as she knows it will only add to the redhead's concern and her own overthinking.

Mildred bites her lip anxiously before asking ''She what?'' and finally after a few moments of silence, Gwendolyn still overlooking your body, now leaning on the bed and hovering over you she replies ''She won't stop shaking''. All that is to be heard for a few seconds is the beating of their hearts, beating in synch as they always had done ever since meeting but the equal feeling of concern about you, their sweetheart.

''I will be right there'' Mildred states, already placing the phone back in its position on the table in the middle of the break room. A few lingering eyes quickly avert their gazes as they realize Nurse Ratched has noticed the looks. The redhead always had been well respected there, especially since taking over and being in charge for a long time now after a travel break with her Gwendolyn.

They had met you in the most unexpected moment, after a rough patch as Gwendolyn's illness was slowly robbing her of her strength, slowly extracting the life out of her and at the same time the light out of Mildred's. The redhead would have tried everything to save her lover and be right by her side and she was. Traveling to Mexico, only consulting the best doctors, not caring about the cost of the treatment, only caring about her other half. They traveled further afterward, deciding to both return to the hospital eventually and carry on their work. However, somewhere along the way they met you, unexpectedly at the resort you had also been staying and there was something about you, neither of them could wrap their heads around or simply forget again.

''I will have to take the afternoon off, make sure to let Stewardess Bucket know'' Mildred quickly announces, before walking out the door, ''Of course Nurse Ratched'' mumbled by the other nurses.

As she walks through the hallway of the Hospital, her only aim and goal to get back home, to her two lovers, she can't help but feel the guilt and concern crashing into her, robbing her of her usual strength and the ability to keep calm and quiet especially in moments like these. However, the past few years had taken its toll on the strong woman, the condition Gwendolyn had been in, despite being fully healed, often robbing Mildred of her sleep and often occupying her mind.

Protecting and taking care of the people Mildred cares about had always been in her nature and seeing Gwendolyn got hurt was one of the worst experiences of her life, despite having many of those in her childhood. As a result, she would always make sure to provide, be there either a listening ear or two hands protecting her lover. However, since meeting you, Mildred has another main priority, another soul she has to protect, another person she would do anything for, whether it means traveling to the other side of the world or fight anyone that dares stand in her way.

Finally reaching the car, she quickly starts the engine, not caring about the speed limits or any obstacles on her way to you. Despite being in a relationship with both Mildred and Gwendolyn and feeling their love equally, the way they showed you love was different. The redhead had always been fierce, her love for you so strong, it would often overwhelm her but she would make sure to show you in every way possible that she loved you and Gwendolyn and only you two. She would always be protective over you, a hand always lingering on you somewhere, not caring about glances people would exchange, only caring about having her divine girl, as she would often call you, close and making you feel safe. Gwendolyn was always more gentle with you, a lot of whispered love confessions, a gentle hand cupping your cheeks, or a set of loving green eyes locking with your own.

While Mildred is on her way to both of you, guilt consuming her as she regrets leaving this morning in the first place, knowing you didn't feel well last night, you feel your body slowly waking up. For hours it had been the same, the fever clouding your dreams and senses, causing you to wake up, only to fall asleep again moments later as the exhaustion would creep up on you and force your body to rest.

Feeling a cold hand on your forehead, you shiver yet again, the impact so strong your eyes force open, tears stinging in them as the sunlight blinds you momentarily. All you could feel is pain and if you had to describe it to someone, you probably couldn't as words were not something you could muster at this moment. Gwendolyn notices the bright light of the sun only adding to your state, so as a result, she saunters towards the window, shutting the blinds to give your eyes some rest.

As soon as you feel the bed dip a little, you blink a few times and finally, you register your girlfriend, Gwendolyn, hovering over you and green eyes piercing right into your soul, concern filling her features as her eyebrows furrow and lips part. ''Darling, how are you feeling?'' she asks, before internally scolding herself as the sweat on your forehead, your damp pajamas, and the fearful look on your face, give away how you truly feel inside.

''It hurts'' you coax out, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as the exhaustion makes it impossible to think clearly or not pitty yourself. The blonde's heart breaks at your statement, wishing nothing more than to take the pain away, rid you of this illness you are fighting and get your adorable smile back that she had fallen in love with. ''I'm right here Y/N'' she whispers as two hands quickly cup your cheeks, wiping the tears away.

For a moment everything halts, the pain in your head and throat, dizziness clouding your vision slightly, and the shivering, as her hands come into contact with your face. Both of them always had this effect on you, no matter what situation you are in, distress, sickness, they would be able to calm you down, their voices equally soothing as their soft hands would be intertwining with your own.

''Gwen?, Y/N'' you hear Mildred's voice fill the apartment and soon after the sound of heels approaching the bedroom. Your guilty eyes meet the blonde's whose hands are still cupping your cheeks, hating the thought of Mildred having to return from work early, as even in your state you know there is no way it would be evening already and time for her usual return.

''In here darling'' Gwendolyn calls out, taking her hands away from you for a moment, the loss of contact almost making you whimper. She walks towards the door, wanting to greet her lover but at the same time try and calm Mildred down, knowing the concern and worry over you must be hard on the redhead. As soon as she walks in, she is met with the sight of one of her lovers in front of her, a compassionate but worried smile on her lips, and her other lover in bed.

Gwendolyn takes a step towards Mildred, her hands moving to take her girlfriend's into her own. ''I'm sorry, I panicked when her temperature was so high'' she apologizes but Mildred is quick to shake her head and lock eyes with the blonde. ''No no, you always call me if she's not okay'' she reassures before walking over to the bed, instantly by your side.

''Oh my sweet girl, can you open your eyes for me?'' she tries gently as you had closed your eyes again, the room still spinning a little too much to keep them open to watch your girlfriend's loving interaction. Fighting your way through the dizziness, you open your eyes, never being able to say no to either one of them, you are met with your soulmate, dressed in her Nurse attire and if you didn't feel this awful, you would have pointed it out, joking about it and probably earning a playful smirk from your girlfriend.

The back of her right hand instantly travels to your forehead as her left one grabs yours, squeezing it a little as if to say ''I'm here and I won't leave''. The redhead gasps a little as soon as she feels your forehead and how you are practically boiling. She averts her gaze to Gwendolyn, standing by the bed and two concerned sets of eyes locking. ''It's too high'' Mildred whispers, Gwendolyn, watching as panic shoots through the redhead's body, her eyes traveling back and forth between the blonde and yourself.

''Bath - we gotta get her in the bath'' she states after examining her options for a moment. ''I will go and run it'' Gwendolyn announces, knowing if there is anyone that can make her girl feel better and get back to health it's Mildred, as she has always been better at this, her knowledge and experience and at the same time persistence exactly what is needed in these situations.

''Get the box out of the medicine cabinet too'' Mildred orders, forgetting for a moment that you aren't one of her patients at the hospital and that Gwendolyn isn't a nurse assisting her there. The blonde quickly walks into the bathroom to run you a cold bath and at the same time get the necessary tools to help you get back to perfect health.

For a moment Mildred stares at your pale face as the realization hits her that indeed you aren't her patient, you are her girlfriend and she knows she needs to be both, Nurse Ratched assisting you with this but at the same time your loving girlfriend. ''My sweet girl, can you get up with me?'' she whispers, gentle as she can see your face scrunched up in pain and expecting you to either have a strong headache or migraine along with the symptoms.

''Hm no hurts'' you mumble, mostly the fever talking but also a little bit of your consciousness knowing you would not be able to get up, at least not without support. Mildred's face scrunches up in pain, hating to see you like this and just like her other half, wishing she could make this easier for you and take the suffering away, bringing their little ray of sunshine and your beaming smile back.

''I know sweet girl but we have to cool you down a little'' she explains, pleading that you will agree with her because, without it, it would be a little harder to get you out of bed, although Mildred is also used to those cases from work. Opening your eyes, a set of brown loving and concerned eyes lock with your own, begging you to listen and try for her. ''I can- can try'' you mumble and instantly a little smile makes its way onto the redhead's features.

Slowly, you move your tired and exhausted muscles, managing to sit up and turn your body so you are facing your girlfriend. Two steady hands reach for your own, ready to balance you and to guide you to the bathroom, a cold bath already waiting for you to rid you of the pain and the fire burning through your veins and body as it is fighting the infection or source for your current state.

With shaky hands and legs, you slowly stand up and take slow but steady steps towards the bathroom, Mildred holding your hands and walking in front of you, not taking her eyes off you to make sure in case you need her she is right here, catching you in case you would fall and your body giving up on you. You halt just by the door, feeling exhausted from doing so little ''It's okay my love, you have almost done it, we are almost here'' she coos, locking eyes with you again.

Her words and soothing voice, guide you into the bathroom, where Gwendolyn is waiting, cold bath prepared, a variety of medication ready to be carefully picked by Mildred, and a set of clean towels and clothes already prepared. The woman with strawberry blonde hair watches as you and Mildred walk in, instantly taking a step towards you, signaling she is also right here and there for you.

''Hold her a for a moment, while I take her clothes off'' Mildred instructs, her voice now sounding a lot softer and less firm. Gwendolyn simply complies, taking her girlfriend's position and you let your forehead lean against her chest, your body needing more than just two hands to support you now and stabilize you as tiredness washes over you. Mildred softly takes off your clothes, noticing your state might be worse than expected as the pajamas are mostly soaked through.

''Darling, let's get you in here'' Gwendolyn whispers against your warm skin, still leaning against her chest, her heartbeat making you feel safe and protected at the same time and giving you a sense of comfort that no other person could give you besides Mildred. With the help of your two lovers, you are met with freezing water on your skin, causing you to shiver uncontrollably again and new tears prickling in your eyes.

While you feel two soft hands, stroking your hair and moving strands out of your face, unable the analyze them for Gwendolyn as the water feels like it froze you, unable to ever get out of this state again, not even with the support of your lovers. Your ears register shuffling, as Mildred checks the box filled with medication, quickly choosing some painkillers and a combination of vitamins, a secret mix that she had learned in her years of working and training as an army nurse.

Trying to take deep breaths, you attempt to ignore the pain and instead focus on your two lovers, watching Mildred walk over, her palm filled with a variety of tablets and at the same time feeling Gwendolyn's soft hands washing out your hair, her fingers brushing through the strands gently. The water this time feeling a lot warmer and a lot nicer on your head, causing the goosebumps to pass momentarily and a soothing feeling to fill your chest.

''Darling, open your mouth for me'' Mildred instructs, knowing there is nothing you despise more than taking any kind of medication but at the same time wanting this to be over as soon as possible. Reluctantly you open your mouth before you feel multiple tablets on your tongue and a glass of water quickly led to your mouth. As soon as you take a sip and begin to swallow them, you already feel a hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. Gwendolyn soft voice fills your ears as she whispers ''It's okay, we are right here''

The next few minutes are filled with silence and peace, your body slowly cooling down and ridding you of the fever, medicine slowly working its effects and soothing you of the pain in your head, and water slowly relaxing your tired muscles and exhausted frame. Both of your girlfriends stay with you, hands still soothingly rubbing your back and observing you carefully, making sure your state won't change for the worse. Gwendolyn is still kneeling on the bathroom floor, right by your side while Mildred disappeared into the bedroom for a moment, changing out of her nurse uniform after her other half convinced her.

''Darling, she needs you now, her Mildred, not Nurse Ratched'' Gwendolyn reassured the redhead as two trusting sets of eyes locked, and eventually, she gave in, listening to the person she trusts most alongside you and at the same time letting her walls down a little as the initial shock about seeing you in this state and having to return home from work has died down a little. She makes sure not to waste any time and quickly returns to check your temperature one more time, making sure she approves before getting you out of the bathtub.

''It's alright now, we got you now sweet girl'' Gwendolyn coos as soon as they have got you back in bed, a few minutes later after dressing you in some warm and comfortable pajamas. Mildred insisted on drying your hair, while your other girlfriend left for the kitchen, in order to prepare some light dinner as you hadn't managed to eat today yet. Mildred's soft fingers running through your hair, combined with the warmth of the hairdryer you start feeling even more sleepy, eyes feeling heavy and falling shut longer with each blink. Mildred notices your sleepy state, speeding up the process and finally allowing you to lay down and rest. ''Alright now my love, you can get some sleep I'm right here'' she reassures, stroking your cheek softly before you instantly fall asleep, chest rising and falling seconds after her skin came into contact with yours, providing you with safety and warmth.

Mildred exhales, finally letting the breath go she seemed to have been holding in ever since getting the phone call, the concern and worry over you too strong to breathe normally. She closes her eyes for a moment, calming down and despite knowing this is not the end of it yet, relaxing a little as you are now asleep safe and sound and medicated. She feels the pressure leave for a moment, her chest feeling less heavy as the concern leaves her heart for a moment, worry leaving her facial features and completely relaxing while watching her girl, sleep peacefully right in front of her.

Snapping out of it a few moments later after hearing some clattering in the kitchen, Mildred checks on you one more time, a tender and careful hand checking your forehead, a sigh of relief as it's now stable. She follows the smell of Gwendolyn's cooking, as she chops vegetables and fresh ingredients to make some soup, knowing just what's best for your current state. Mildred smiles warmly and halts by the entrance of the kitchen a moment, watching her lover with strawberry blonde hair tied in a knot, move around the kitchen with such ease. She finds her heart fluttering a moment, still grateful each time for the small moments she gets to experience with either one of you.

''Is she okay?'' the blonde snaps Mildred out of her thoughts, taking a few steps towards the redhead. ''Yeah she's asleep for now, temperature is stable'' Mildred explains, causing a little chuckle to escape her girlfriend's lips. She walks over to the counter again, finishing adding the ingredients into the pot, while Mildred wraps her arms around Gwendolyn's waist, resting her chin on her shoulder before whispering ''What's so funny hm?''. Gwendolyn turns around, facing Mildred before replying ''I like your Nurse Ratched tone it's quite fascinating actually'' the blonde jokes, earning her a little smirk from Mildred, the concern about you momentarily leaving them and letting them enjoy this moment.

''Y/N sweetheart'' you hear the voice of your two lovers in union, whispering your name gently before opening your eyes, woken up from your sleepy state. Instantly you notice the pain in your forehead subsiding and barely there, although you still feel your tired muscles and the soreness of your limps. Looking up, you see Mildred with a little tray and Gwendolyn sitting on the bed next to you, a gentle and loving smile on her lips. ''I know you won't feel up to it darling but can you have some for me?'' Gwendolyn asks and you simply nod, feeling a little hungry after the escapades of today.

Sitting up a little, Mildred hands you a bowl of warm soup and a spoon warning you that it's still hot and to be cautious. ''Thank you'' you mumble, smiling a little as you are now more aware and cautious of being in their embrace again. It sends a wave of relief through both of your girlfriends, seeing you at least eat and also smile a little again. ''So Nurse Ratched isn't it part of your job to feed your patients?'' you joke, a sarcastic tone in your voice and instantly Gwendolyn chuckles, Mildred stands there a bit dumbfounded for a moment before raising an eyebrow. ''Well I am glad to see you are better'' she replies snarkily before softening again ''I would love to feed you though my darling''.

The remainder of the evening is filled with Mildred making sure you finish your soup, slowly leading spoons filled with both vitamins and vegetables but also the secret ingredient love, as Gwendolyn prepared it specifically for you, to your mouth. Afterward, as the evening slowly comes to an end, words of apology are exchanged as you hate to know Mildred left work early and Gwendolyn got so worried, only to be reassured you are alright and that they would do this over and over again, the three of you snuggle up in bed together.

''Are you feeling better my dear?'' Gwendolyn asks softly while holding you in her arms as you are wedged in the middle between your two lovers. You nod before replying ''Whatever Milly gave me worked'' you mumble, sleepily as your eyes started feeling heavy a while ago, not realizing you called Mildred by the nickname you haven't said out loud in her presence before. ''Milly?'' she questions, raising an eyebrow while Gwendolyn simply smiles fondly. Both of your lovers, check your temperature almost at the same time, wanting to make sure you feel alright before sleeping. ''It's okay darling, close your eyes we are here, you are safe'' the redhead reassures, after noticing your forehead to be less warm than before.

As much as you try and fight sleep, wanting to stay in the safe and sound arms of them, you can't help sleep overtaking you, the comfort of being in their bed and arms too comfortable to fight it a second longer. The two of them smile fondly at you sleeping safely in Gwendolyn's arms, just enjoying the quiet and peaceful moment for now, not sure what to expect in the night yet, as sickness is often unpredictable. ''You should sleep too my dear'' the blonde whispers, noticing Mildred's tired state, despite her trying to hide it and be strong and there for both of you. ''I'm not tired'' she lies but a single tilting of the blonde's head and green eyes piercing into Mildred's soul, being able to see behind the walls and resulting in the redhead giving in.

Yawning, she pulls the blanket closer, snuggling up to you and holding you close she mumbles ''Just a little nap, I'll be here'' Mildred mumbles, already feeling sleepy and Gwendolyn simply chuckles and shakes her head playfully at her girlfriend's stubbornness sometimes. She watches as you both sleep peacefully in each other's embrace, you sleeping off the illness that had been creeping up on you for days, partially cured by the love and care of your girlfriends and at the same time, Mildred sleeping off the exhaustion of concern and worry and refilling her energy in case you will need her tonight as she will be right by your side again.

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