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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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— everything works out in the end

requested by anon: reader takes Mildred home to meet her family, and Mildred is of course terrified at the prospect due to her past experiences. Everything ends up going well and is fully accepted into the family with open arms. Just a bunch of fluffy emotional comfort.

pairing: mildred ratched x reader

a/n: this is absolute trash. i have writers block.

word count: 1200

"Mildred, love, you're fine. They'll love you. I promise." Mildred Ratched didn't know what it was like to have a family. She didn't know what it was like to sit at a dinner table with parents and siblings. This was all new. Something she should've experienced from the moment she got brought home from the hospital as a newborn.

Now she was even older than the age her mother was when Mildred was born, and she was just, now, about to experience a family.

"I know," her expression became cold again, but your palm against her leg softened her. "If you're parents don't appr—"

"Mildred, they will. They're not like everyone else. They're different." The car was freezing, in the middle of autumn, and the warm fireplace inside your childhood house was inviting. You pulled Mildred's jacket tighter around her body to warm her.

"Alright." She didn't believe you, you could see it in her eyes. She was trying hard to not break her hard demeanor. It was something she used to protect herself, something she learned over the years, and you, had the hammer to crack that wall around her.

“Don’t be nervous, pretty. I’ll be beside you the entire time, I promise.” You leaned over the seat, pressing a chaste kiss to her pink-tinted cheek.

Orange and yellow leaves crunched under your boots, and the brittle air arose goosebumps on your skin. Mildred attempted to make a distance between the both of you, trying to obliterate your relationship for the time being. However, you held her tight and softly against your side.

A deep breath whistled in your ear while you knocked against the wooden door with your free hand. Moments went by and Mildred had yet to make conversation with you, hence her dry throat and racing head. She couldn't form a proper sentence.

The door slightly creaked open and fully widened when your identities were known. "Y/n," your mother exclaimed, excitedly. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, her warm body pressing against yours. "How are you, baby? It's been awhile."

"I'm good ma. I know, I'm sorry. It's been so busy at the hospital lately."

You felt Mildred's hand squeezes yours slightly tighter. Her cold hand was sweating in yours. "Don't apologize, sweetie. I know you have a little lover that you've been spending your time with."

Your mother turned with a big smile towards your girlfriend. A gasp elicited from Mildred when she was pulled into a tight embrace. You watched as her body tensed, and then relaxed at the touch. You smiled at the encounter.

"You must be Mildred. It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" Your mother pulled away but held on to the side of her arms. "Y/n has told me so much about you!"

Mildred laughed, soft and light. She's happy. "It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. y/l/n." She side eyed you and continued, "All good things I hope."

"Oh definitely! Y/n adores you. And please, just call me Elaine"

Your cheeks flamed with red fire, and you coughed to quell the embarrassment inside of you of Mildred knowing that her name was a popular subject on the phone with your mother. "Alright. Let's go in before you scare Mildred away," you teased.

The three of you walked further into the house. The warmth instantly hit you, and although you were cold, it didn't help tame your flustered cheeks.

This time, Mildred grabbed your hand again as you both followed your mother into the dining room. The table was set with multiple bowls and plates of food items. Your brother and sister sat with your other mother.

You felt Mildred tense again. You didn't tell me you had two mothers, you could hear Mildred already planning her words for later on.

"Y/n! Mildred! Welcome. Come, sit, sit," your second mother greeted. She was less touchy, and you recognize that Mildred appreciated that. She wasn't too fond of being touched by strangers, even if it was the most important woman of her life's mother.

The both of you sat down in the two open seats beside your sister. Your mother took a seat across from you both while Mildred greeted the three of them.

"How did you two even meet?" Your brother, with a mouthful of food, asked. Your older sister sister nudged him in the side to remind him of his manners.

However all eyes were set on the both of you. Mildred's body temperature heated up. "We both work at the same hospital," the red head spoke up. You grinned. She's slowly feeling more comfortable. "Y/n was working night shifts while I was working day shifts so we didn't meet until her schedule got switched."

Your other mother, Cindy, smiled and reached across the table for Mildred's hand. She placed it over hers, however, your girlfriend yet to tense at the touch this time. "Welcome to the family, Mildred. We are so glad that y/n found someone as sweet as you."

You placed your hand on the small of Mildred's back, out of sight for everyone. "Thank you. I'm glad that I found y/n, myself." She side-eyed you with the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. You looked down at your lap to hide your red cheeks.

Dinner went by fairly smoothly, and Mildred had become nearly as comfortable as she is with you. The prospect of a family dinner had always been such a negative thing to Mildred. However, after tonight, she fears she does not want to leave. She’s afraid that everything is going too gracious and she cannot run away this time.

Thankfully, you’ve already warned both your mothers and siblings to not question anything about Mildred’s childhood, or family. You wanted this to go as seamlessly as possible, and not trigger any flashbacks or cause an awkward moment.

Your whole family stood once the dishes were cleared of the food. You brushed away the invisible wrinkles on your clothes and hugged your family goodbyes.

Out the corner of your eye you watch Mildred open herself up and hugged all four of them. She smiled, and laughed when your brother made a joke. She didn’t tense when your mother Elaine kissed her cheek, or when your mother Cindy’s hand was on her shoulder. She found her family. After all those years, she found her true family here with you.

The door behind you shut and the crisp autumn air swept you both away. You squeezed her hand once more to contain your excitement. Mildred’s smile had yet to fade. Either of yours.

“What did I tell you,” you asked, relaxing into the seat of the car. “They loved you, Mildred. They did! I could tell.”

“You have a great family.” She placed her hand against your thigh, goosebumps rising through your clothes. “I really enjoyed tonight.”

You placed your hand atop of hers on your leg, dreamily smiling at her. Brown eyes warmed your heart, sending heat signals to warm up your entire body. “I enjoyed you.”

She smirked, looking out the window, and then back to you to ensure that you were both alone. “Would you like to enjoy me some more?”

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blxckchxrrybxby · 2 years

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Couples Retreat

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

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

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“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.”

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cabensonsgirly · 2 years

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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.

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paulsonsratched · 2 years

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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 ☺️

#american horror story #fanfic #sarah paulson #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #ahs fandom #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #ahs fanfiction #billie dean howard x reader #Harriet Hayes #Harriet Hayes x Reader #Mildred Ratched #Mildred Ratched X Reader

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sheloooveswomen · 2 years

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i suppose - mildred ratched x reader

masterlist

summary: based on romcom headcanon. mildred is gwendolyn’s troubled, mysterious, gorgeous, new friend who she brings along the the valentine’s day dance at your women’s bar.

includes: mildred ratched x fem!reader, all in reader’s POV, brief time jump.

warnings: none.

1,316 words

Y/N POV//

I saw the redhead when Gwendolyn brought her by, but missed the chance to speak when she stormed out.

Having known Gwen for years, as a regular customer of mine, I asked her what happened and if I could help at all.

She somewhat explained what her friend is going through, respecting her privacy but giving enough detail to garner advice.

"Why not bring her to the Sweetheart’s Dance next week?" I suggest.

The blonde stares down her glass, "Hm, I don't know."

"Safe to say she typically prefers being in control, right?"

Gwen nodded.

I continue, "The woman is in uncharted waters, Gwenny. You can't just spring a room of sapphics on her! She was probably embarrassed that you even realized her inclinations. Bring her by for the dance. Tell her what is and let her decide. She can see us acting like everyone else. Women loving women. Love in the air. I'll make her feel right at home."

"Y/n." she warns.

"Geez Gwen, I'm not gonna pounce on her. I only have slight ulterior motives here. I'd like to meet her but I'd like for her to experience a place like this more."

She took my suggestion and brings the beautiful stranger back the following week.

(( time skip / a weeek ))

I can tell immediately that Mildred is a little thrown by my appearance: tousled hair, fitted trousers, waistcoat, and a loosely buttoned shirt. I'm assuming -hoping, praying- it's for positive reasons that she just won't stop staring.

"Mildred, this is my dear friend, Y/n. Y/n, Mildred." Gwen gestures between us.

"How do you do." the redhead offers a hand.

"Very well, thanks," I shake her hand, "and you?"

"Fine, thank you." she drops my hand when she realizes we're still shaking.

Gwen, what a wingwoman, makes an excuse to go talk to some seamstress she's had her eye on.

"What can I get you, Red?"

"It's Mildred, a water is fine."

"On the rocks?" I ask, unable to wipe the smile from my face.

She looks almost confused at my joy, "Please."

"Coming right up!"

Surprisingly, she strikes up further conversation, "Gwendolyn says you own the place?"

"Co-own with an aunt, Lana. She helped raise me and this is now my pride and joy."

Mildred scans the room without being obvious, "Is it difficult hiding...this place?”

"Trouble is expected," reading between the lines I weigh my answer in my head, "but it's freeing nonetheless."

She accepts her water with a polite nod. I leave Mildred to sit and observe in peace, aside from the moments where she needs a refill.

Feeling...a lot of things, I decide to make her something else to drink. On the house. I fill a glass with a lemon-lime soda (sprite), add a splash of grenadine (fruit syrup), and a couple maraschino cherries (it's a shirley temple).

Gwendolyn is sat with Mildred and another blonde when I drop the drink at her table with nothing but a smile. I feel her eyes as I tend to other customers. Making sure to flip the bottles and add flare where I can while mixing drinks.

“Something sweet for the occasion.”

"You enjoy making a spectacle of yourself?" she asks when I replace her empty glass with a fresh one.

"Is that your roundabout way of saying you can't look away, Red?"

She sips her drink but doesn't correct my name choice, and my smile grows as I head back to the bar.

Once the slow dancing starts and people are ordering less, I take a seat at Mildred's table and ever so casually ask about her. Wanting to know more -quite literally anything- about the woman who's on her journey of acceptance.

When she's slow to share I do the talking. Giving her a brief storyline about how the bar opened, some facts about myself, a story or two about Gwen, and innocent tidbits/background on some of the women in the room. All in hopes of the place feeling less foreign, less lonely(?) for her as a newcomer.

I follow her stare to a group of four move to the dance floor and the confusion on her face is plain as day when the two femmes wrap their arms around each other and the other two in suits, one with short hair, hold hands.

"Are they...?" she never finishes her sentence.

"They are. There's no box to fill here, Red. People like what they like...who they like, I should say."

"I always thought it was-" she continues to process.

"Sometimes it is. Sometimes it's one or the other, other time it's both, most times they just don't care. Even down to the clothes. They can mean a lot yet so little.

"How do you mean?" Mildred's eyes shift all over the room.

"Some of them are forced to be one way for their entire lives, except stolen moments at home or in places like this. Where they can wear what they want, dress how they want, just be who they are. When the world is black and white we need a grey area to relax.”

“It’s freeing?” she quotes what I said before.

“Exactly. Then there are people like myself who sometimes wanna throw on their prettiest dress and other times wanna slap on a three piece suit. Whether it’s to access their masculinity or to do so without sacrificing an ounce of femininity.”

Her gaze lingers on a swaying couple, one of the women in a dress not unlike hers and the other in an outfit similar to mine. Their foreheads resting together, hands a little lower than decent, but they've had a drink or two and it's valentine's day so who cares.

Mildred nods meekly when I ask her to dance. Though she accepts immediately, she's slow to stand.

"I don't bite!" I wiggle the fingers of my outstretched hand.

Her cheeks tinge pink as she accepts my hand, "For some reason I doubt that."

She fights a smile when I use her hand to spin myself around and she sighs when I bring her to me, standing a little closer that before.

I may or may not catch her glancing down my top a few times, "See something you like?"

Her eyes meet mine sharp yet caught, "Pardon?"

"My outfit," I can't help but tease her further, "what else would I mean?"

"I was only realizing your suit is much more...tailored to your figure than mens suits- than the suits of some of the women here."

"Oh, yeah," I nod in understanding, smile blooming, "I like to make a spectacle of myself."

Her eyes flicker with something different, "Can you dress like this all the time?"

"Is that a request?" I briefly look her up and down.

"A question. Some might say you're leering." her fingertips brush under the shoulders of my vest as the follow the lines of my shirt’s pattern.

"I'm admiring." I correct her, "To answer your question I can't exactly run this place in a skirt and heels, and I certainly don't look like you when I do."

"I suppose."

A bark of laughter breaks through me, "Ouch! You wound me, Red—"

The fingers stroking my shoulder still, "No I mean to work—"

"Insulted in my very own establishment? Here I thought we were playing nice, you femme fatale!"

She shakes a wisp of hair loose, "I only meant it makes sense for you to prefer to work in something like this instead."

"I know I know, I'm only- is that a smile, Mildred?"

The woman seems almost surprised at how relaxed she's become. She wears a look on her face that says when did that happen?

"I suppose." she resumes tracing the pattern of my shirt.

"So are you enjoying your first sweetheart's dance?"

Theres another smile and almost whispering she says, "I suppose."

#sarah paulson #mildred ratched x reader #mildred ratched #i heard ratched is most likely never coming back

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mrs-hilmarson · 2 years

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Any Interest?

I have two ideas for a fic and way too much downtime right now. Its been a year since Run to Me, so I don’t know if any of my old readers would be interested or any new ones, but would either of these two be something anyone would want to read?

#sarah paulson x reader #Mildred Ratched #mildred ratched x reader #nurse ratched #ratched netflix #kathryn hahn #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #kathryn hahn x reader

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stayevildarling · 27 days

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Masterlist ✨

Multiple Characters/Poly Relationships:

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader:

Born to die

Closure

In the name of Love

A silence so loud

Confessions in the dark ✩

It's not like the movies ✩

Exile

Arms of an angel ✩

All is well ✩

Let her go ✩

Glimpse of us

Our years together

Tag you're it ✩

Breathe Sweetheart ✩

Do I wanna know? ✩

Falling ✩

Black Friday ✩

Everything works out in the end ✩

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Reader:

Angels like you ✩

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader:

I miss you, I'm sorry

Hold on ✩

Tender

Calm after the storm (without reader)

Wilhemina Venable x Sally McKenna x Reader:

A little help - Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt7, Pt 8 ✩

other fandoms:

Burying our memories x Wilhemina x Regina Mills

A common matter x Cordelia x Zelda Spellmann x Alma Peregrine x Reader

Sick x Mildred Ratched x Gwendolyn Briggs x Reader

Dragon meets purple x Wilhemina x Miranda Priestly x Reader- Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6

✩ = mental health, ✾ = smut, ❆ = no happy ending

#sarah paulson #cordelia goode #wilhemina venable #ahs #american horror story #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader #ahs coven #ally mayfair richards #mildred ratched #ratched #alma peregrine #Zelda spellman #zelda spellmann #chillingadventuresofsabrina #writing

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enchantressb · 6 months

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Hey I am looking for someone to commission a leg 🦵 tattoo idea for me, including the following characters :

Alcina Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Dimitrescu Sisters

Mildred Ratchet

Larissa Weems

Lady Lesso

🥀🖤Thanks in advance 🥀🖤

#lady alcina dimitrescu #larissa x alcina #alcina x female reader #alcina dimitrescu x mother miranda #lady lesso x reader x larissa #mildred #nurse ratched #dimitrescu sisters

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dasy002 · 2 years

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120+'S CELEBRATION

Ok I wanna start by saying thank you to all of you. It means so much to me guys, I love you all!

So in order to celebrate this milestone I've decided to open the request for a week:

For July 8 to July 15

Where you can request whatever you want. I'm giving you here some suggestions (chooses thanks to the help of @hauntedwitch04 💜)

🎶 LYRICS + CHARACTER (send me the lyrics of a song you like and a character you want and I'll write drabble)

😈 FUCK - MARRY - KILL (send me 3 character and I'll tell you which one I would fuck, marry or kill)

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 SHIP (send me a ship and I'll tell you what I think about it)

👾 MOOD BOARD (send me a character + a scenario and I'll do a mood board and even a wallpaper if you'll like)

🟣 LETTER TO COMFORT CHARACTER (send me a character and the reason why you love em so much and I'll write a letter from you to them)

#writing #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #marvel girl #american horror story #ahs apocalypse #sarah paulson #marvel #wanda maximoff #wilhemina venable #cordelia x reader #billie dean x reader #mildred ratched #greys anatomy x reader #wanda x reader #scarlett johansson x you #celebration

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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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— wip list (posting in order)

goodeday x april (requested by anon) - Hey could we please get another April fic. Maybe her first birthday at the coven. Thanks

harriet hayes x reader (requested by anon) - harriet bonds over lesbian interviewing coming from same upbringings and sparks occur. angst but fluffy ending because we know harriet has to deal with her internalized homophobia.

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blxckchxrrybxby · 2 years

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**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)

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oscar-lettjohanssonloveme · 2 years

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Please tell me you didn’t abandon the little!reader x Mildred Ratched fic …. Please….

sorry it's been a long long time- is sb still interested in this fic xD?

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paulsonsratched · 2 years

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

(I thought I would try something else ☺️)

•

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)

•

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

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sheloooveswomen · 2 years

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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

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