#diane sherman

[damagnificentcookie]

Run Rabbit Run RUN R̶̨̘͓͍͉̬̈́̾̀̕͠U̴̬̱̭̭̼̫̩͔̠̇N̸̝̳̦͎̎

Dark!Alma Peregrine X Reader

Summary: You started to stir awake but you can't see anything. You tried to scream but nothing came out of your mouth. You wriggled around..and alas your legs were free from restraint. Taking the chance you started running...Running where? You don't know, all you knew was you had to Run Run Run.

Warning: Drugs, kidnapping, manipulating, a chase, swear, blood(?)

Tag List: @athenodora-sulpicia-writer @saithussss

A/n: Hehe secret part 2 to "Forever Mine". Sorry if this isn't really that well written, I didn't proofread it :') If there are any questions, comments, or suggestions, please do tell me. Thank you and please enjoy :D

(not my gif)*I stole your gif buddy >:)

Part 1

"Tsssk..." The needle settled in place as the gramophone stuttered to life. The disk started to spin but no noise came out at first...then a song started to play as the sun slowly started rising.

On the farm, ev'ry Friday On the farm, it's rabbit pie day

Alma yawned as she slowly sat up, looking at the clock above her vanity she realized she woke up an hour earlier.

She smiled to herself and then laughed. She was in such a good mood she decided to let the childrens sleep an extra thirty minutes while she went downstairs to take care of her little bunny.

Going to her vanity she started to brush her hair and put it into her usual hairdo while humming a little tune.

So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along I get up early and sing this little song

Alma sighed in satisfaction as she finished applying her makeup. She got up and started making her way to the door when she paused and stood there for a while.

Deciding on it, she went back to her vanity and opened a drawer. Inside it was several of her feathers that she keeps for "emergencies".

Taking out a feather she put it into her dress pocket and went to leave her room this time with an unsettling expression.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

You started to stir awake but you couldn't see anything. Panicking you started to thrash around only to realize your hands and legs were bound to something.

You tried to remember how you got here but your mind was foggy, all that came to mind was you wrapping presents for...Alma...that's right, Alma the regular at the library you worked at.

You tried to remember more but only remembered going to...to...AHHH-

Feeling a sharp pain in your head you tried to steady your breathing as tears started to well up in your eyes while you frantically started to loosen out of the restraints.

Getting increasingly frightened, you prepared to scream for help when you realized you were tied to a chair. Taking this opportunity you tried your best to stand up before throwing yourself to the floor and breaking the chair in the process.

You groaned in agony as there was blood gushing from your sides but you pushed through the pain to get up and move towards the door before someone comes to check out the commotion.

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run

Rattling the door you cursed to yourself as you realized it was locked. You looked around to see if there were any other openings you can try to escape through but the blood gushing from your side was affecting your vision.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed a small window that was hidden behind a stack of boxes. Your eyes lightened up as a small bit of hope was reignited. Quickly hurrying, you moved the boxes as quietly as you could until the window was visible.

The window was big enough for you to squeeze out of but it would cause a bit of trouble with the gash on your side. Your planning was cut short when you heard the unmistakable sound of heels growing louder as they came towards the basement.

Hurridly, you climbed onto the boxes and thankfully the window easily pushed open. Hoisting yourself up you crawled through the window and dragged yourself across the grass. You cried in pain when your side got stuck between the frame as it started to dig into your side.

"Dear, what are you trying to do?" You froze as you heard a low voice behind you. A rush of fear came upon you, digging your nails into the grass in an attempt to get yourself unstuck.

You felt a hand on your waist as it gently pulled you back into the basement. You tried to break yourself free, but your captor was surprisingly strong.

Frightened, you kicked Alma as hard as you could, causing her to stumble back onto the floor as you took the chance to push yourself fully through the window. Frozen in pain, you sat on the floor trying to collect your breath as the gash on your side has been torn bigger making your head start spinning from the blood loss and excruciating pain.

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.

You heard Alma grunt in annoyance as she got up and quickly made her way to the window as she got onto the boxes as well. Noticing how your efforts are about to go in vain, you ignored the pain and made a run for town to try and get to the sheriff for help.

Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!

Alma felt a pang of dread overcome her as she saw her bunny run away from her. She finally had you, you were supposed to love her... and now you're leaving her. Afraid of losing you, she immediately shifted and flew to follow you before an idea came to mind. You don't remember about the loop...you don't know the whole world is in her hands.

Her heart slowed down realizing you can never leave her, you needed her. But she will let you run for now, she will get you in 15 minutes when you reach the sheriff's office. No one can take you away. She will kill them, and she will keep killing them over and over again so no one can take you away.

Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun! He'll get by without his rabbit pie

So run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!

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A/N: Thank you all for reading! I know everyone was waiting for a part 2 and I am so sorry that this isn't as long and as good as I previously tried to make it. But school has been hitting me hard recently and I realized if I didn't publish this soon I probably might delay it for a year or more again :')

I am so sorry for the wait and I really do appreciate all of the support and I hope everyone enjoys this, even though it is a bit short. Have a good day/night!!!

If people want this to be longer I might edit it to make it better and longer but that has to wait till I get all my school affairs ready :,) I had a lot of plans for this and wanted to make it a long chapter but I wanted to keep my promise to yall

[dreamypqulson]

HOLY SHIT ???

[camillelespanayesbtch]

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

Credit: Sarahpaulsbean on Instagram

[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.

[winescenteddreams]

falling for crazy red headed ladies since the uterus

[deepestconnoisseurmoon]

RUN(2020)

[yourmomssidepiece]

you know it’s bad when this bitch is your comfort character

[cabensonsgirly]

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

Chapter One

[marsthebabie]

Diane Sherman x Reader

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

F/N=Father's name

M/N=mother's name

Y/N Pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rules for requests

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hello!!! first of all, thank you for every request sent, i really appreciate that <3 life is very hectic at the moment and i’m trying to find the time to write more :))

check out my prompt list !! requests are OPEN!

i do not write anything AMAB, only female characters!!

as for who i write about;

• Larissa Weems

• Marilyn Thornhill

• Morticia Addams

• Lady Lesso

• Clarissa Dovey

• Melissa Schemmenti

• Alcina Dimitrescu

• Donna Beneviento

• Mother Miranda

• Miranda Hilmarson

• Brienne of Tarth

• Lou Miller

• Diane Sherman

• Miranda Priestly

[askmommysherman]

Hii mommy!! I am bored and I would lovee to talk to you <3

Hi, sweetheart.

What would you like to talk about?

[dreamypqulson]

— for the hope of it all

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

pairing: diane sherman x reader

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

word count: 2100

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Miss Sherman—"

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah Paulson at the opening of the Broadway show Appropriate.

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diane sherman x reader

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

[zamoimagines]

k but hypothetically speaking diane sherman would love abbott elementary like imagine you and her sitting down to watch it and her laughing about how relatable it is and then being like "ugh i worked with a teacher like that once" and then goes into her own little narrative, like she would def be a barb stan am i wrong

[aboutcustardcreams]

quick and random question but do you write for diane sherman??

Hii! I have never tried to write for her but I’d definitely give it a try with the right inspiration and idea 😌