#diane sherman fluff

[aboutcustardcreams]

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

I sincerely hope you like it 💕

Safe heaven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lotties-ashwagandha]

AHS masterlist!

❈ = fluff, ★ = angst

cordelia goode

east of the sun, west of the moon ❈

it’s a high price for your luxury ★ ❈

billie dean howard

dior ❈

cursed (nsfw)

pride (nsfw)

audrey tindall

honey, honey (audrey x reader) ❈

sally mckenna

rock a little (sally x reader) ❈ ★

lovers live a little longer (sally x reader) ❈

ally mayfair richards

wilhemina venable

kermit can’t be your favorite muppet (wilhemina x reader) ❈

misty day

cry for the nightbird (misty x reader) ★

eternity shining (misty x reader) ❈

poly relationships

garden of eternal sunshine (cordelia x wilhemina x reader) ❈ ★

leo’s paradise (billie x wilhemina x reader) ❈

if anyone falls in love (billie x wilhemina x reader) ❈ ★

headcanons:

halloween with wilhemina 🎃 ❈

halloween with billie 🎃 ❈

halloween with cordelia, billie, and diane sherman 🎃 ❈

sally november fluff ❈

wilhemina venable is autistic

memes

one

two

three

[zamoimagines]

UPCOMING WORKS:

AHS:

Cordelia Goode x Reader - next door neighbors plot, fluff (series)

Ally Mayfair Richards x Reader - post breakup plot, angst (oneshot)

Sally McKenna x Reader - breakup plot, angst (oneshot, potential series)

Sally McKenna x Reader - last great american dynasty inspired plot (taylor swift's folklore series)

Someone Else's Baby - Sally McKenna x Billie Dean Howard x Reader (chapter 3)

There's Your Trouble - Wilhemina Venable x Reader (chapter 3)

WWDITS:

Nadja x Reader - being hired as nadja's new act, potential smut (oneshot, possible series)

Nadja x Reader - taking care of blood drunk Nadja, fluff/smut (oneshot)

OUAT:

Regina Mills x Reader - arranged marriage plot, angst/fluff/smut (series)

Overall HCs for the women of OUAT (let me know if there are any characters ya'll want me to specifically include!)

CAOS:

Lilith x Reader - being the queen of hell's new pet, heavy smut (oneshot, potential series)

Lilith x Reader - sex dream plot, smut/fluff (oneshot)

Zelda Spellman x Reader - earworm plot, smut/fluff (oneshot)

MCU:

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - yandere plot, smut/angst (potential series)

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY:

Ava Coleman x Reader - flirting with the new girl, fluff/flirtation heavy (oneshot, potential series)

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader - having a crush, fluff/smut mentioned (headcanons)

Overall HCS of the women of Abbott

OCEAN'S 8:

Overall HCS of the women of Ocean's 8

Lou Miller x Reader content (TBD)

OWL HOUSE:

Eda Clawthorne x Reader content (TBD)

RUN:

Diane Sherman x Reader - greta (2018) inspired plot, dark!fic/angst (series)

WEDNESDAY:

Wednesday Addams x Reader content (TBD)

Morticia Addams x Reader content (TBD)

NATIONAL TREASURE: EDGE OF HISTORY

Billie Pearce x Reader content (TBD)

Overall HCs of the women of NTEOF

STAR TREK DISCOVERY:

Phillipa Georgiou x Reader content (TBD)

Overall HCs of the women of Discovery (any in particular that ya'll want me to include, please let me know!) DESCENDANTS:

Overall content (TBD)

Disney's ZOMBIES:

Overall content (TBD)

[safic4-m]

Welcome

~Master list~

This will be a series of different stories, where the female reader will be immersed in situations, either in a relationship or living with fictional characters.

I want this to be different so the characters will be mostly (all) passive and T/n will be the active one (this is not open for discussion).

I have a great love for Wilhemina, so you will find many stories of her and T/n.

~List of characters~

-Lana Winters

-Cordelia Goode

-Sally McKenna

-Audrey Tindall

-Ally Mayfair-Richards

-Wilhemina Venable

-TB Karen

-Alma Peregrine

-Alice Macray

-Diane Sherman

For now these are all the ones I feel comfortable writing with.

~Rules~

1. List a character you would like me to write about. you.

2. Add genre: fluff, angst, etc. Smut is also fine as long as there are no overly inappropriate topics.

3. Give me a plot, a specific scene that you request. you want to be in your

4. Note that I can’t force creative flow, I may finish some requests faster than others because of this.

5. Anonymous are allowed by the way, not sure why they wouldn’t be.

Lastly polyamorous relationships are allowed and it may take a while for smut requests.

Note:

This is meant to be soft fluffy fluff, but you may also find some smut, some role play, for the most part it will be soft.

English is not my original language

Without further ado, enjoy the content that is created with love for all of you!

[blxckchxrrybxby]

Hey! Can you share about your current wip? ❤️

Sure, darling. 🤍

I am working on:

Sally x Wilhemina FaceTime fic

Wilhemina x Reader fic (reader’s child gets lost in Kineros and guess who finds her? Lots of fluff in a Wilhemina way)

Wilhemina x Billie x Reader fic (miscarriage)

Diane Sherman x Reader fic (request)

There’s another request I have that I don’t remember rn lol

And plenty more + updates on stories already written.

Thanks for asking :)

[rhiannon-sweetheart]

i’ll be your baby

Pairing: Diane sherman x fem! reader

warnings: none just overall fluff, cuddles here and there you know the usual

summary: after knowing diane for a good three weeks she had the guts to finally ask you out basically you accepting and the both of you spend the day together (im a sucker for this woman, like i can’t explain it enough, like as soon as someone menstions her you will see how fast my head will fly up)

         When diane sent you a message to comeover to her house later on in the day you expected nothing from it so you quickly replied with an ‘okay, ill be there :)’  and she quickly replied with ‘alright, see you soon sweetheart’ the truth was you were head over heels for the woman but what you didn’t know was that she felt the same towards your feelings. so you quickly picked an out an outfit which was something simple like cardigan and jeans. 

-Time skip cuz why not-

       As you arrived at her house and knocked at her front door and quickly knocked you felt excited just to see and be near her again. As diane heard that knock on the door she couldn’t feel more nervous and happy that you’re here, she pratically ran to the door just to practically see your pretty face again, when she practically let the door fly open when she saw you, she practically pulled you into her and gave you the biggest hug she could’ve given you and you obiously hugged her back, buring your face into her neck and enjoying how she smelled. 

    While you practically burrowed into her enjoying how warm her embrace was you didn’t even notice that she somehow’d closed the door and picked you up at the same time. You’d both ended up on the couch with you laying ontop of her and nuzzling your face into her neck just overall enjoying this and she could see that too since she was just smiling the hardest she’s ever been with anyone, she kept on carefully holding you as if you were fragile glass in her arms but tight enough where you wont accidentally roll off the couch (this happend to me once ngl) 

     “sweetheart?, would you like to eat anything?” she asked while she played with your hair, you nodded your head as a ‘no’ as you continued to enjoy this moment with her she decided to just ask you right there and then, “hey um sweetheart would you like to go out sometime on a date with me?” you were practically excited for this moment so you sat up on her lap and gave her a quick peck on the lips “I would love to go out with you diane”. She quickly sat up and filled your face with so many kisses that it made her smile while you were a giggling mess, After a while the both of laid back down in the same position as the two fo you were all cuddled up together and fast asleep on the couch.

[sheloooveswomen]

masterlist <3

one shots, headcanons, poetry, and art.

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

one shots

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

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

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

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

Sarah Paulson

• ice cream 

• come here often? pt.1 - first meeting

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

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

Billie Dean Howard

• wait a damn minute pt.1 ✩ ☼

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

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

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

• company retreat escapades pt.1  ✩

• holiday retreat escapades pt.2 

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

• dodie songfic storyline ☽

Lana Winters

• let me take care of you ✩

Cordelia Goode

• mine ✩

Audrey Tindall

• attention ✩

• starry night

• common cold

• burning questions 

Ally Mayfair-Richards

• gentle pt.1 ✩ ☼

• (less) gentle pt.2 ☼

• (even less) gentle pt.3 (wip) ☼

Wilhemina Venable

• aftercare ✩

• birthday cuddles ✩

• movie night

Alice Macray

• good morning indeed ✩

Vikki Hiller 

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

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

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

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

Abby Gerhard 

• a lovely coincidence pt.1 - first meeting ✩

• a lovely coincidence pt.2 - first date ✩

• a lovely coincidence pt.3 - last shower ✩

Xandra Terrell

• welcome home ✩

Mildred Ratched

• i am here ✩ ☽

• i suppose

Harriet Hayes

• valentine (wip) ✩ ☼

Diane Sherman

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

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

Tammy

• only 6 more days ✩

• yoga for free???

Dr. Ellie Staple

• not so quiet in the library ☼

• new nurse ✩ ☼

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MULTIPLE CHARACTERS x READER

Wilhemina Venable + Billie Dean Howard x reader

• the tok

Audrey Tindall + Billie Dean Howard x reader

• “sick day”

headcanons

poetry by me

art by me

• sarah paulson fan art  (+ friends)

gifs, photos, and fanart that i love:

[◉"] = photos, but the rest are gifs

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

INCLUDES:

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

sarah paulson

cate blanchett

jean smart (+hannah einbinder)

other actresses/ships

fanart

[absolutemadladdie]

"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode) PART 2:

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

SARAH PAULSON STORIES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Billie Dean Howard

My Silver Screen, My Misery, My Love, My Defeat

I Had To Know Pain Before I Could Be Comforted*

Tulips And I Bloom In The Spring

Don’t Leave Me Now, You Might Love Me Back (a little bit * and **)

Lana Winters

Cordelia Goode

And So I followed (1), (2)**

Lionheart*, (bonus part)

Betelgeuse Above The Horizon

Fishes

I See the Signs of a Lifetime, You ‘Til I Die*

Moonlit Valkyrie**

You Fill My Head with You* (with a little sparkle of fluff)

tried baptism but it felt like burning*

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna

Russian Roulette*

Switchblade (both * and **)

Audrey Tindall

Ally Mayfair-Richards

injured

Collide (vi.: to come together with solid or direct impact)

a million little times*

Wilhemina Venable

What fun! The Apocalypse (1), (2)*, (3)**, (4)*, (5)**, (6)*

At 11:08pm In The Music Room, I Was Saved (1), (2)

Taut**

Bound**, (2)**

Hidden**

Touch**

Hymnist**

I Saw You Trying, My Love*

Get Me To Church, I’ve Done So Many Bad Things It Hurts

Fangs

Red Roses

Butterfly Wings In My Heart

The Night Shadows Watching The Darkness Approaching

And I Failed To Climb The Mountain

You And Me Won’t Be Unhappy

But Tonight - We Were The Lucky Ones

Withstanding All The Time, Changes, & Seasons

These Are The Reasons I Don’t Even Think I’d Quit

To Be Kissed In The Sky*

Wilhemina Came To A Halt

Baby Broke Down In My Bed Again

Ice Cream For Breakfast On A Sunday Morning**

Different Kinds of Falls**

Truce

To Be Heroes

Tuberculosis Karen

Mamie Eisenhower

AMERICAN CRIME STORY

Marcia Clark

Linda Tripp

RUN 2020

Diane Sherman

Bay Window Blues**

RATCHED 2020

Mildred Ratched

Light Shall Smite Her

OCEAN'S 8

Tammy

STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP

Harriet Hayes

MRS. AMERICA

Alice McCray

GLASS

Ellie Staple

THE GOLDFINCH

Xandra with an X

Why would you?**

CAROL

Abby Gerhard

MULTI CHARACTER

Strawberry Blond & Fiery Red (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)**

Let’s Go Party Lookin’ All Sexy (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)

Sup The Wine On Your Tongue (Billie Dean Howard x Sally McKenna x Reader)**

Morituri te salutant (Wilhemina Venable x Reader x Cordelia Goode)*

Wrap Your Love Around Me (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode)

The Touch Burns Like Fire (Miss Venable x Reader x Diane Sherman)**

A very Unprofessional Game Changer (Audrey Tindall x Reader x Diane Sherman)

FANFICTION COLLECTIONS

Hausbabylon:

Pick Your Poison (18+)

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

[dreamypqulson]

— delilah

requested by anon: So reader brings home a smol ginger kitty🥺 (matches Diane's hair😎) and when Diane's gets home she's all over that lil furball AND SO MUCH FLUFF🥺🥺 Like will carry it like a baby and AHHHH-

pairing: diane sherman x reader

word count: 1000

Your eyes gazed upon the all the kittens in cages. There were so many, so many cute little faces without homes making it so hard to chose which one you wanted to take to your home.

You wanted to surprised Diane with a cat after she'd been talking a lot about them lately but hasn't actual went out and got one, being so busy. You knew whatever kitten you brought home she would love but you wanted the perfect one. One that she would love extra.

And then just when you were about to move onto the other selection, your eyes caught one.

It had ginger hair just like diane's, big warm brown eyes; it was practically Diane transformed into a cat. You walked towards the cage and it didn't even jump up like all the other ones did. It was almost as if it was tired of waiting for someone to adopt it.

You read the tag only to find out that it was a nameless female, only 16 weeks old, no siblings or parents. It looked so lonely and sad, her eyes pleading for you to take her home with you, show her love and affection.

You stared at the her for a second longer. She felt like the one, you just had to take her home.

Almost an hour later and you sat in your car with that same little kitten beside you in a small cage you bought her. "Hey little girl" you said, talking in that soft voice with your finger poked through the hole to pet her small head. "We're gonna take such good care of you. Diane's going to be all over ya" you smiled down at her for a brief second before starting up the car and heading back to your house.

When you pulled up, Diane's car was already back, alerting you that she was home after teaching a class today.

"Please be a good girl like you were in the store" you said as you took her out of the cage, holding her close to your chest. She was so tiny and felt almost weightless, the perfect cat for your household.

With your free hand, you grabbed the three bags that were filled with food, bowls, toys, a bed, everything that, that cat could desire and more.

"Now you don't make a noise, We're gonna surprise her" you shocked yourself at how much you were talking to this cat like it was an actual child but you couldn't help it when she gave you those big adorable eyes.

"Diane?" You said, you're voice lingering through the house as you opened the front door. When you got no response, you went up to your shared bedroom, knocking on the door.

"Come in" you heard her say through the wooden door and you did as you were told.

With the cat behind your back, you gave her a big smile as she turned around to face you. "Hey sweetheart" she began to stand up, stopping mid action when you saw your hand behind your back. "What's behind you?" she queried and you just stared at her with a your big dorky smile, not moving a muscle and honestly being shocked at how the cat has yet to make a single noise. It was almost like the cat could understand you when you told her to be quiet.

"Y/n?" she raised an eyebrow, her scolding tone coming out. "Relax, relax, i got you a surprise" seconds later, almost on cue, the cat let out a meow.

"Well there goes the surprise" you pulled the cat out from behind, watching as Diane's mouth dropped. "I told you to be quiet" you let out an airy chuckle at the cat.

"Y/n" she stood there, not knowing what to say "you didn't."

"I did."

"Here hold her." you passed the kitten to Diane who had tears building up in her eyes. "Oh my" she said breathlessly, holding the cat close to her front. "What's her name?" she held her up, admiring her face "she has no name, you have to pick one." Your heart felt so warm and fuzzy at the sight; Diane and a kitten was something you never thought you needed but now that you have it, you couldn't live without it.

"Mmm, i don't even know what to name her" she said, a single happy tear falling down her face "don't cry" you chuckled lightly, wiping the tear off her face "i love you...and her so much" she leaned forward kissing your lips, only to be interrupted by the cat letting out another loud meow.

You both let out a laugh "someone's jealous" you teased, petting the top of her head. "Do you like the name Delilah?" Diane queried abruptly. "I think that's a beautiful name."

"Just look at Delilah's adorable face" she pouted as she held the cat up to you "i'm feeling a bit jealous now" you said, teasingly with your arms crossed "Oh please" she punched your shoulder lightly "even though i may love Delilah a little more..." she trailed off as you gasped dramatically "i'm kidding, i'm kidding. You know i love you" she rested her head on you with Delilah still in her hands. You knew Diane was going to treat that cat like her child but it warmed your heart to know that you made her feel happy and content.

"Our little family is complete."

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RUN 2020 MASTERLIST:

❈ = fluff, ★ = angst

diane sherman x reader

body (this is one of my fav oneshots ive written teehee) ★ ❈

[lotties-ashwagandha]

BODY.

pairing: diane sherman x reader

word count: 1484

notes and warnings: scars,, knives,, and that’s about it — i wrote this in the car today lol. this is inspired by “body” by gia margaret. specifically when alan watts says, “when there is nobody left for whom the body can be a burden, the body isn’t a burden. but so long as you fight it, it is.”

summary: you see diane’s scars for the first time (i wanted to write her something fluffy bc there’s a distinct lack of diane fluff even tho she a crazy bitch). i have so much fun writing this passive aggressive wholesome bitch i need to write more of her

BODY:

A storm had come, and you were caught in the middle of it, blinded by the rain.

You hurried in from the garden, sliding the door shut behind you as quickly as you could. You had come in with an exceptional harvest, more than you had expected to come out with. Everything you were growing was thriving, just as you knew it would – everything Diane touched seemed to thrive.

You had brought in over a dozen tomatoes, a few zucchini, and bell peppers, almost all of which had been planted by Diane. You were terrible at gardening, she teased you for it relentlessly, and you preferred not to get your hands dirty… but you didn’t mind, for it warmed your soul to see how pleased she was when her work paid off, when you got to give your excess harvest to the neighbors and tell them of how talented Diane was.

Tomatoes to the basket on the left of the fridge, zucchini in the basket to the right of the tomatoes, bell peppers in the refrigerator.

Diane was in the shower, you knew, and if you had gotten the timing right, you would start to cook dinner at right about–

A thundering crash from upstairs made you freeze.

“Diane?” You shouted carefully, starting toward the stairs. You contemplated going up and checking on her, though more often than not after work she was aggravated and needed a bit of space.

There was no response.

You began to creep up the stairs. “Diane,” you tried once more, “are you okay?”

Still, no response.

You hurried the rest of the way up the stairs – nothing could have stopped you.

You knocked rapidly on the door to the bedroom, calling out for Diane, asking her if she was alright, asking what had happened.

The only response you received was a strained “I’m fine,” from the other side of the door.

You almost turned around, almost continued to cook dinner and take Diane for her word… no, you didn’t, for you were far too suspicious, and the idea of leaving her never really crossed your mind.

You opened the door, your nerves on fire, wondering what you would find on the other side.

Diane was sitting against the wall, half-dressed and hair soaked, massaging her left shoulder and paying little attention to the way the bedside table had crashed right next to her or the way the lamp had been shattered only inches away from her foot. She met your eyes immediately upon your entry, and only then did she take in the destruction of the lamp and the table.

You rushed to her side, scanning her for any bleeding, any noticeable injuries. “Diane, darling, what the fuck happened? Are you okay?”

She nodded slowly, her attention returning to her shoulder. “I was getting dressed and I tripped over my pants like a fucking idiot and then crashed into the table, and then the table crashed, and…” she trailed off, avoiding your eyes. “I think I fucked my shoulder.”

You sighed, nodding in acknowledgement, lightly gesturing to her shoulder. “Can I see?”

After a moment she nodded, moving away from the wall. Besides her haphazardly thrown-on jeans she was dressed only in her bra, the entirety of her shoulder revealed to you as she turned around.

Your attention was not caught by her shoulder. You did not notice it at all.

Down the expanse of her back was a series of scars, remnants of what looked like the work of knives, a whole series of them visible just below her shoulders.

Diane must have noticed your silence, for when she spoke, her fear was palpable. “What is it? Is it bad? Y/N?”

You did not respond, hardly hearing her from how far your heart had dropped. Gently, you traced one of the scars with your index finger. The skin there was more rough, slightly raised.

Diane tensed at your touch. Her voice was above no more than a whisper as she realized what had grabbed your attention. “Please, get out.”

“What? But your shoulder, and the lamp is-”

“I’ll handle it, but please, please get out,” her tone had darkened. There was an aggravation taking hold of her that you had never seen before, and every light in the room seemed to have gone dark, working to suffocate everything in sight.

As much as you hated to admit it, as much as you adored and cherished Diane, in this atmosphere you hardly wanted to spend another moment in the room.

Silently, you left the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind you.

You took a moment in the darkness of the hallway to bring your breath back into rhythm. Now that you had escaped the fire of the room, you wanted to throw yourself back into it, for you knew that inside your most beloved was burning.

Yet you dragged yourself down the stairs and began to cook dinner, attempting to focus on the task at hand, attempting not to burn the entire house down in your distraught state.

When Diane finally made her way downstairs in a beige sweater, you were chopping tomatoes by the stove. You were cooking pasta for the two of you, using some of the vegetables from the garden.

You watched as Diane opened a cabinet and silently retrieved a box of noodles.

“You forgot to put in the noodles,” she told you as she poured them into the boiling water on the stove.

You did not respond, continuing to cut up the tomatoes.

When she grabbed your wrist, you jumped. Your concerned gaze connected with hers, and the two of you attempted to decipher one another’s unspoken thoughts, each attempting to silently take dominance over the other.

It was the briefest of moments, yet it could not be discounted or ignored, for it had been palpable.

She took the knife from your hands, your eyes still connected. “Let me finish this,” she whispered, gesturing to the cutting board a beat too late.

You nodded and moved away to lean against the opposite counter. You wondered if you had any right to ask about her back, if she would answer if you asked about her shoulder.

The sound of the knife against the cutting board became melodic. Every chop became predictable, a pattern established at last.

“Your shoulder…”

“It’s fine,” she interrupted.

“Your back…”

Diane interrupted you again. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” you said softly, chewing your lip for a moment, “but you know I love you anyway, right?”

She froze.

The pattern stopped with the knife, and time stopped with it. The moment before you seemed like the scene of a painting, so small and fleeting yet capturing a feeling no one would soon forget.

You took the chance to move toward her, placing your hands as softly as you could on her shoulders, moving them down to rest on her waist. You attempted to read her mannerisms for any sign of protest, yet you found none, so you rested your head on her shoulder. “Is this okay?”

She nodded.

“I love you so much,” you continued, “and you are beautiful in every way. You have no idea — if you could only see yourself the way those around you do, the way I do…” you trailed off, and after a moment you felt her start to tremble slightly. Alarmed, you searched her face, noticing that she was trying not to cry.

“I didn’t want you to see them,” Diane admitted quietly, her voice strained. You knew she was referencing her scars. “They’re hideous.”

“No, they’re not, they show how strong you are.”

She turned to face you, giving you a doubtful look, as if she were attempting to decipher if you were being honest or not — trying to uncover any bad intentions you might have.

Yet you had none.

“You are perfect to me, Diane, and nothing will ever change that. If anyone is willing to be wary of your scars, they’re a fucking horrible person and I will personally hunt them down. And you don’t have to tell me what your scars are from, never until you're comfortable, even if that day never comes.”

She nodded, muttering a small ‘i love you,’ and allowing you to pull her close, embracing her. She had begun to cry, and you let her tears stain you, engulf you, for you had each other so completely and boundlessly.

You were everlastingly tied — the body was accepted in its full form, for the body is beautiful, the body is ours.

When there is nobody left for whom the body can be a burden, the body isn’t a burden… but so long as you fight it, it is.

“Now,” you started, “let me tend to your shoulder, and then we’ll go fix the lamp upstairs.”

The body is beautiful, the body is ours.

[sheloooveswomen]

i don’t normally do this pt.2 - diane sherman x reader

masterlist

pt.1

summary: fluff. 8 months into your relationship with diane. again she never kidnapped chloe or did any of that other stuff we overlook. she's a full time chem professor instead of just a substitute.

includes: diane x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, all in diane’s POV.

warnings: smut implied so slightly nsfw? meh

inspired by Sweet Whispers Asmr’s audio on youtube

2,044 words

DIANE POV//

At some point during the night I ended up being big spoon. How the turn tables. After a moment of admiring the feeling of Y/n's body against mine I caress down her arm, over her hip, and up her spine. Pulling the covers up more when goosebumps form on her skin. I move her hair from her neck to trace the love bite I left there just before we fell asleep. I shift closer again so my knees fit just behind hers. My naked chest flushed against her bare back And the sensitive part behind her ear accessible to me. 

Soon after, her hand takes my own that's wrapped around her waist and she brings it up to her lips to kiss before holding it to her chest, "Baby?" she whispers.

"Oh you're up?" I lift my head to see my favorite face, "Can't sleep either, hm?" I smile sheepishly.

She smiles to let me know she’s not actually upset, "Not when you do that" her nose brushes against mine when she turns her head.

"I'm sorry, honey.” I peck her forehead as she wipes the sleep from her eyes, “I'm wide awake and you were just lying there looking so kissable."

She yawns, shuffling closer to me, "I'm not complaining"

I give her one more kiss before pulling her into me and whispering, "Go back to sleep baby" I tuck her head under my chin.

She pulls my leg up over her hip, "Something keeping you up?"

"Hm?"

"Are we feeling anxious tonight?" she asks.

"No we are not." I smile.

"Something must be up, I know you were tired earlier" she laughs into my bare chest, "Is it work? Are you stressed, my love?"

I can never form a thought whenever she uses my love, "Uh no I’m not really stressed. I'm always thinking about work- when I'm not thinking of you of course"

Her voice is raspy with sleep, "Professor Sherman! Flirting this early in the morning? At least make me some breakfast first!"

"Are you hungry because I can"

"No I was kidding—"

I grab my glasses and move to get my robe, "Are you sure? I don't mi—"

She rolls onto her back, "Babe"

Using a hair tie from the dresser, I put my hair up in a ponytail, "I went to the store yesterday so—"

"Annie."

"—we're all stocked up. I was already out since I had to get more binders and dividers and what not anyways- mmf" I’m cut off by a kiss.

"Diane?" she whispers against my lips.

"Hi..." I look down to see her sitting up on her knees on the bed, hands holding the collar of my robe, "I mean- yes?"

"I'm not hungry so please take this off and get back in bed?"

"Okay"

"Okay?" she takes my glasses off.

"Okay." I watch her untie my dressing gown, "Yep." she then tosses it onto the chair in the corner before laying back down.

Y/n opens her arms for me to lay in, "You sure you're alright? No nightmare or anything? You haven’t had one in a while."

I peck the worry line between her brows, sitting up on my elbow to hover over her, "I'm alright. Really, sweetie."

"I told you to wake me if you have one, right?"

"You did" I smile when her index finger traces my jawline.

"And you promised to wake me" she taps the dimple in my chin.

"I did but honestly I'm alright. I don't know why I can't sleep. I may stay up for a bit but you" I dip my head for a kiss, "mmm...I forget what I was gonna say. You keep kissing me like that I'll never remember—"

She smirks into a longer kiss.

"Now I'll never get back to sleep, happily so mind you."

I feel her hand trail up my side, up my neck, then pulling the scrunchie out of my hair. Freeing it in order for her to run her fingers through it. A light tug at the roots tilts my head back. I lift her leg to be around my waist and grip her thigh as her lips find my pulse point.

After a heavenly few minutes I nuzzle into her neck and return the action, I peck her shoulder, "You are so warm...I love it."

"You could just turn the AC off—"

"Nope."

Her chest rumbles as she laughs, "Annie I'm beginning to think you make the house cold on purpose"

I lift my head, "What? Wha- I- how dare you. The house is kept at a healthy temperature for the cat. You think he's a jerk when he's hungry? Well he's the one controlling the thermostat."

"Oh sure" she draws me closer by my chin, earning a happy sigh from me.

"I would love to keep the house warm enough that we don't have to share our body heat or a blanket or a nice, long, warm shower"

She rolls her eyes, "But the cat controls the thermostat."

"Exactly! And what fun would that be?" I shift so we're chest to chest, legs intertwined, "This is great fun...radioisotope fun"

She blinks at me.

"Right" I raise my hand like I'm taking an oath, "no sciency work talk in bed" I steal a quick kiss.

"Thank you, Professor Sherman."

"Thank you for being awake with me."

"You sure everything's okay?" she kisses the knuckles of my right hand.

"I promise. Things are good- no things are great. I just have a lot of ideas, creativity flowing. With the holidays over my mind is always going. It’s hard to shut off sometimes, admittedly, so I think that's all it is."

"Well..." she kisses my wrist and lays my arm over her shoulder, "I can always help get your mind off of things."

"What are we talking about...?" my eyes go wide.

"Oh gosh- that came out dirtier than I intended—"

"No no no wait a minute, that's okay- let's unpack that. Y-you can- you can take my mind off of things? Do tell. Better yet, show me?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"I'm all for testing theories" I shrug, eyes zeroing in on her lips as she leans closer.

Pulling her head back just when I think she'll close the gap.

"The betrayal." I groan and roll onto my back, throwing my arm over my face.

I hear her laugh before I feel her legs on either side of me.

"I think it's already working" I mumble, eyes still covered.

Her mouth meets mine softly.

"My brain has gone to mush!"

She laughs into another kiss after moving my arm so she can cup my face.

"Mhm, I can think of nothing but you now..."

My hands find the dip of her waist, rolling her hips against mine, and gliding down to rest on her ass.

Where I land a smack.

I open an eye to see her staring at me shocked and amused.

"Oh honey, don't look so surprised."

"Aren't we handsy tonight" she chuckles.

"It was a reflex. I had no control of it actually, like a hiccup. It just happened." I smack the other side, "There it goes again!"

Her head drops against my chest as she laughs, "I like how open you are with me now, you're cute when you're shy but I like when you're...you? I guess."

"You are a regular poet, you know that?"

Y/n swats my arm, "Stop, you know what I mean—"

"Such a way with words!" I continue.

She shakes her head smiling, "I take it back."

"Careful, I may find a new stunning yet mysterious coffee shop regular to pick up and lure into my bed."

She squints, "You say that like you planned it. I ran after you, you didn't lure me."

"If that's what you want to believe, sweetheart. I'm just really good at playing aloof, hard to get."

"Hard to get- babe we kissed within an hour of speaking."

"And now you're laying on top of me in nothing but your underwear after an evening of love making, so don't knock my methods. Don’t hate the player, hate the game."

We have a stare down.

"Yeah I did not expect any of that to turn out the way it did" I admit.

"Any of this you mean" she lays her head on my chest.

"I was a nervous wreck, I'd love to say I look back on it fondly but honestly I blacked out the second we made eye contact."

She laughs and places a small kiss above my heart.

My hand rubs her back out of habit, "I do like being awake with you like this though. When it feels like everyone else is fast asleep and we're wrapped up in our own little cocoon of coziness here, absolutely lovely."

"I agree" she shifts to lay only half on top of me and pulls up the covers.

I arch my back so she can slide her arm underneath me, "How are things with you anyway? We've both had so much going on lately I feel like we haven't had a chance to connect much- our activities from earlier aside" I ask.

"Activities?" she lets out a huff of amusement, "Like you I've been readjusting to my routine. There are more things to focus on- things to worry about really. I'm in much better shape with your support this year, but I do have some not so good days."

"I'm glad I can be of service. We only have so much control, it's not very productive in the end to have our heads wrapped up in everything. We’d just end up kind of exhausted and on edge, doing neither of us any good. Easier said than done, I suppose."

She hums in agreement.

"Wait- oh dear—" I tighten my grip on her arm that lays over my stomach.

"What's wrong, baby?" she lifts her head.

I cup her face with my hand, "Those thoughts!" I gasp.

Her frown of concern deepens, "What?"

"My mind has turned back on! It's effecting you now, too! Quick- kiss me again!"

I roll on top of her and kiss all over her face, then down her neck.

"Turning off your brain by turning me on then?" she asks.

“So clever” I chuckle darkly before drawing her into a long kiss, "Problem?"

"No, please continue." she giggles.

I give her a quick peck, "Better?"

"Yes but you shouldn't stop, just it case." she wraps her arms around my shoulders.

"I absolutely adore you" I smile down at her.

"And I you" she pushes me onto my back, her kisses move from my cheek to my jaw to my neck where she nibbles ever so slightly, making me laugh.

"Oouu...yes please" I inhale sharply when her mouth lowers to my chest, "I so love your kisses..."

"Yeah?"

"They make me all tingly" I reply sounding far away, "I mean kissing is sort of its own language in and of itself, right? Probably one of the most beautiful ones at that. It can be sweet and sensual. It gets all those happy hormones working."

Her shoulders shake slightly with a laugh.

"Do you feel it too?"

She rests her cheek on my stomach and smiles up at me, "A little"

I gasp, "Only a little?! Well we'll have to fix that then won't we."

"Mhm" she smiles.

"Mhm" I reach for my phone, "lay right here for me." I pat the space beside me, eyes still on the screen.

"What're you doing?" she asks when her head hits her pillow.

"Setting an alarm"

Her brows raise a fraction, "Shit, there's life tomorrow."

I smile, "Yes but according to my alarm we are calling in sick" I return my device to the charger.

"Are we?" she grins.

"Oh yeah, we're going to be very very tired."

"Are we?" she feigns confusion.

I shrug, "I have a feeling" my hand finds the waistband of her underwear, "and I see you're having the same feelings..."

"Gonna tell them you're coming down with something?"

"Can't exactly tell them I'm going down on someone"

Her laughter quickly turns to moans, making me debate which is my favorite sound.

Turns out she was actually hungry.

Very very very hungry.

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HEADCANON list

masterlist

possible characters:

Billie Dean Howard / Lana Winters / Cordelia Goode / Sally Mckenna / Audrey Tindall / Ally Mayfair-Richards / Wilhemina Venable / Alice Macray / Xandra Terrell / Mildred Ratched / Diane Sherman / Tammy

suggestive/smut/nsfw: ☼ | otherwise all fluff

• wisdom teeth 

• halloween 

• your affection and attention 

• high school/college girlfriend 

• holidays and seasons 

• caught 

• morning/nighttime habits pt.1 

• morning/nighttime habits pt.2 

• sexy time preferences pt.1 ☼

• sexy time preferences pt.2 ☼

• the little things

• dancing

• audrey taking shots

• names

• quarantine

• smexy situations

• romcom love

[rhiannon-sweetheart]

Master List

I tried adding all of it here but it wouldn’t let me so have these until I try again later lol

American horror story

Wilhemina Venable x reader

Billie dean Howard

Cordeila goode

Sally McKenna

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Madison Montgomery

RUN

Resident evil

Lady dimitrescu x reader x mother Miranda