#sarah paulson fanfic

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DEVILS NIGHT

Pairing: James Patrick March x wife!reader

Warnings: not proofread!, smut, unprotected P in V, nipple play, fingering, oral sex m!receiving,use of ‘good girl’, V slapping, dirty talk, murders, blood, kidnapping (none to reader) mentions of other famous killers and their crimes, James being completely pussy whipped for you, 18+, MDNI, below the cut!

Word count: 1,452

You would talk to Liz and Iris allot, like nearly all the time, part of your daily routine, Liz would talk about her son, Doug, while Iris would talk about pop culture drama and about her son, Donovan.

It was devils night tonight, which meant the biggest party of the year, at least for James and his..friends, some of the worst, most horrible serial killers in all of America, the guest list was a crazy crazy thing, consisting of.. John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Jeffery Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, The Zodiac Killer and don’t forget John Lowe.

As it was your husband, James’ birthday today..you would have to bring his breakfast up to him in your shared hotel room, you made him the breakfast you would have made him 80 something years ago..While you two were alive.. your little cooking magazines you would buy called ‘American Cookery’, you would make him Coffee, shredded wheat and hot milk, it’s what was said in the breakfasts for business men and women..so you made him that, mixed with a little bowl of his favourite fruits, grapefruit, strawberries and bananas.

“Breakfast is ready sweetheart” you say as you shut the hotel room door with your foot, walking over to your shared bed, He’s half naked, he would only sleep in his pyjama pants, he was half asleep when you came in, his usual gelled hair, an absolute mess, you where still in your nightgown and dressing gown for goodness sake.

“I could never have wished for a better lover, darling” he says, in his sleepy morning voice, he’s quite cute in the morning for a man who’s killed hundreds of people, can’t say much. So have you.

He put the tray on the nightstand and smiles at you, opening his arms, one thing James would never admit is: he’s a cuddler at night, especially in the morning, his big arms wrapped around you and he smiles. “My beautiful girl” he says as he kisses your forehead.

“Jamie” you giggle in response, his face in your neck as he gently kissed and sucked on the skin, in certain places making you moan a bit.

“Mmm I could just have you as my birthday breakfast” he says, kissing down your neck and shoulder as he slipped your dressing gown off, making you giggle and always feel special around him.

“Mmm make love to me handsome” you say as he captures your lips in his, his hand sliding down your back to grope your ass through your nightgown, the fabric of the skirt moving against his fingers, you could already feel the soaking pool in your panties.

“God I love that laugh” he says as he takes your dressing gown off, throwing it to the side, then pulling down your nightgown at the front, so your tits spill out, causing you to blush and hide your face.

You could already feel him getting rock hard under you, funny thing is, ghosts can be dead but still have human emotions, it’s strange..but that also means the anatomy stays the same, you two had been dead since 1929 and still getting turned on by each other, been married in 1925.

“You know” You say as you kiss him. “It’s been nearly 100 years since we met..we met when..1924?” You say as your lips graze his.

He smiles into the kiss, his fingers sliding down you thighs, feeling your underwear. He smirks. “My word I am a lucky man..” making you whine a small bit.

His fingers trace the wet patch in your panties and you groan against his neck. “Mhm let it out, be a good girl for me” he whispers in your ears as his fingers hook the sides of your panties, pulling them down, the cool breeze hitting your pussy lips making you groan through the cold air of the room.

“Fuck you’re so wet aren’t you darling? This is what I do to you huh? You like when I’m all over you?, good girl” He pulled his hand away from your pussy and spanked it, he loved spanking your pussy with his hand, he thought it was just so..erotic the way you would writhe next to him as he knew he was in control..that’s what he loved, control.

You were so horny already, you could barley form words, only little whines and moans. “Shh baby it’s okay you’re doing so good” he says as he kisses your neck, his fingers grazing your pussy lips, his wet fingers gently touching your clit making you shut your eyes and bite your lip.

“Just..fuck me already!” You whine as you arch your back against him, he just gave you a soft laugh. “Mhmm baby, you wanna suck me off first? You look so good blowing me” he says as he grips your boobs, twisting your nipples in his fingers.

You could only nod in response to your husbands words, pulling his pyjama pants down and pulling his boxers down, giggling as his cock sprung up, she was always so excited to give him head, so eager. “Always so eager my love” he says as he touched your hair gently as he smiled at you.

You giggled as you licked a thick stripe up his cock making him let out a soft breath, he leaned back on the bed and got comfortable, you knew how to please him, you two have only been married ninety seven years…

When your mouth touched his tip he knew he wasn’t going to last long in your mouth, your hot mouth wrapped around his thick cock was something he adored for the past years, his cock hitting the back of your throat was an unforgettable experience..

His big hand pressed right against the back of your head, pressing your mouth further onto his cock, he gently started thrusting his hips up to your face, his cock now fucking your mouth.

He felt close so he tapped your cheek. “C’mon sweetie, I’m close” he says as he taps his cock against your lips, turning you around so your ass is up in the air. “Ready Darling?” He says as his hands grab your hips from behind.

He slides his cock between your wet folds, your body arching to get a better angle, He grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your hair back towards him as he fucks you.

Small mumbles of “yes” and “harder” slip out of your mouth as you two become closer and closer by the second, James had been coming inside you for the past 97 years, not like either of you cared.

You griped the sheets for dear life as he mercilessly fucked you into the bed, his grip on your hair and his right hand gripped onto your hip, leaving a red handprint, his fingers almost going pale white from holding so tight.

You two soon came, you couldn’t really hear what he was saying over your own moans and groans, his cock continuously pounding into your pussy from behind, such a sight would make a porn star look like an amateur.

After your eventful morning, You two just knew devils night was going to be a beautiful horror of a night. You danced with Aileen as you had been doing every devils night, she would jokingly kiss your face and call you sexy to annoy James. “That is my wife you’re referring to Aileen remember that”

“Welcome to Our annual devils night” James speaks up as his hand snakes around your waist to grip your hip. “We shall enjoy our food, then get onto the fun”, everyone knew what that fun meant, a murder, by all of them at the table.

James kissed your lips gently and Jeffery Dahmer gave a look of disgust, making you look at him as you filled your wine. “Now now jeffery don’t look at me like that, you ate people”

As Ms Evers came in with the dinner, she gave you a filthy look, as if you had rolled in shit and piss your whole life, yes obviously she’s had to clean blood stains off you and James’ bed from murders but..she signed up for it when she died in 1929 didn’t she.

James played with your fingers as you blew some smoke out of your mouth from your cigarette, he was absolutely whipped for you and it was completely obvious, he would beg on his knees for your attention at times.

Once the dinner was finished, Sally brought a man in, a tall man, a little overweight, balding, didn’t have any family so he wouldn’t be missed, as every devils night everyone attacked him and killed him, James looked at his beautiful woman, your hands covered in the man’s blood and James sighs happily.

“What a beautiful way to spend my birthday” he says as he kissed your cheek before rubbing his fingers across the blood stained part of your cheek.

You gently kissed his lips and smiles.

“Round two?”

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I DONT THINK THIS IS VERY GOOD LMAO

[inlovewithgreta]

Potions — Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Cordelia had been perfecting a potion for weeks now, and it was finally time to put it to the test.

Warnings: aphrodisiac potion, mentions of alcohol, praise kink, explicit language, use of magical abilities, scissoring, fingering, oral, etc…

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: apologies for the extremely slow updates, I’ve been swamped with work and dealing with personal issues and mental health problems. thank y’all for being so patient with me! 💛

...also I was going to make the potion take longer to work but I’m a whore and wanted to write smut. although I did leave an opening for perhaps a part two??

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"How much longer, 'Delia?" You asked, sneaking your arms around the blonde's slim waist. "I'm growing cold up there without my favorite supreme wrapped in my arms." Your lips couldn't help but fall into a pout as you rested your chin on her shoulder.

"I'm the only supreme, darling." She giggled, keeping her focus on the two glasses in front of her as she dumped a maroon colored liquid just below the rims. "And I'm just finishing up. I think I've finally perfected it!" She bit her plump bottom lip, turning her head to face you with excitement.

"Finally," you gave the blonde a quick kiss. "I really hope this works this time. I can't wait to see which one of us gives in first." You smirked against her lips.

"We haven't even drank it yet and you're already kissing me, darling. It's going to be you. You're very needy."

You protrude your bottom lip in a faux pout that only elicited a wider smile from the blonde and another quick peck to your lips in a reassuring kiss.

"God, I love when you make that face. It's absolutely adorable."

You playfully rolled your eyes at her words and tugged at her shirt to bring her to the plush blanket sprawled out and decorated with a few scattered pillows that sat just a few feet away from the lit fireplace.

Cordelia was well coordinated, and didn't spill a single drop of her newest concoction at your eagerness to bring her back towards the warmth.

You were first to plop down, Cordelia offering your drink to you before she sat down beside you, shoulders just barely touching yours.

"Nuh uh, not so fast, darling." Cordelia stopped your glass from tipping any further when you were too caught up in excitement over your drink. "We have to drink it at the exact same time."

You had nearly forgotten about the specifics, her concoctions always had to be done the way she said so, and it wasn't your place to question the witch when she gave you an order.

Cordelia admired your excitement. It always put a smile on her face that you were always so keen on trying new things, especially if it was something she made specifically for you.

"I really hope this works," Cordelia said quietly.

"It will. I just know it." You reassured her.

The witch then cleared her throat and held her glass towards you, and you were sure to clink your glass against hers in unison before both of you took your first sips from the dark substance.

You let out a sound of approval as the liquid hit your tastebuds. A sweet mix of apple, cinnamon, and a dash of alcohol entered your system. It tasted warm and inviting, the drink instantly putting you at ease...or so you thought.

Your gaze flicked over to the woman next to you who was still focused on her drink. Too focused to notice the way your eyes darkened when her tongue slowly swiped along the sugar coated rim on her glass.

You could feel your cheeks grow warm, and it wasn't just from the fireplace. It felt like you were heating up from the inside out. Your thoughts were in the gutter as a familiar ache grew between your legs.

You tried to play it off by nonchalantly repositioning yourself and squeezing your thighs together, the action not going unnoticed by the blonde.

Cordelia smirked and gulped down the rest of her drink, purposely tipping her glass far too much to let a few stray droplets of liquid fall from the corner of her mouth and land upon the upper swell of her breast.

The witch nonchalantly swiped her thumb along the droplet before sucking the liquid from her finger, purposely eliciting a low moan to play with you.

"How are you feeling, baby? You're looking a little...flushed." Her curved lashes fluttered as her dilated gaze moved from your face down to your bare thighs that were heavily pressed together.

"It's just a bit hot in here, that's all." You attempted to ignore her lustful gaze, instead busying yourself by downing the rest of the homemade potion.

The blonde tugged at the strap of your dress, slowly sliding it down to reveal more of your soft, smooth skin. "I would say I can fix that, but at this rate, it's only going to get much hotter in here." Your gaze flew back to the witch, who looked ethereal with the glow from the fireplace hitting half of her face in just the right place.

"Is that a fact or a promise?" You toyed, pointer finger flicking at the buttons that held her silk blouse together.

"Come here and find out," she bit her plump bottom lip, eyes sparkling with desire.

You nearly pounced on the witch, knocking the glasses out of the way as your lips engulfed hers in a fiery kiss. Cordelia's hands found the hem of your dress, lifting the fabric over your hips and tugging at it, in a way that told you to help her remove the clothing item.

The dress flew to an unknown location after you briefly broke the kiss to help her, neither of you caring where it went and instead rejoining your lips.

You straddled her waist, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt and groaning out of frustration into the kiss as you struggled to free her of her clothing.

A loud rip tore through the room, buttons flying in multiple directions as you managed to tear her blouse open and slide it from her body.

"I loved that shirt," Cordelia mumbled against your lips.

"I'll buy you a new one."

In this moment, you didn't care about the shirt, you cared about how the woman you were straddling was intoxicating. Her floral scent was stronger, her skin felt softer, and the way she had your pussy wet from just a kiss drove you mad with desire.

Cordelia slowly fell back against the cushioned blanket, your lips leaving hers to place tender kisses along her jawline before nipping at the skin along her neck.

"Mm, fuck that worked quicker than I thought it would," Cordelia admitted after eliciting a low moan at your mouth leaving marks down from her neck to her chest.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at her words before moving her sheer bra to the side, allowing you access to her breast. An eager tongue flicked at her hardened nipple before your mouth latched onto her tit. Your free hand grasped at her other breast, moving the same fabric to the side so you can twist her nipple between your fingers.

Cordelia's breath hitched, back briefly arching from the ground as you gave her chest the attention she was craving.

"Fuck, I need more. It's not enough," she whimpered as her hips just barely bucked below you.

"Mmm, who's the needy one now?" You mumbled, sending wet kisses down past her navel.

Cordelia wrapped a hand in your hair, pulling slightly at the strands just enough to elicit a moan from you, and force your face to look up at her.

"How about you just use that pretty little mouth to fuck me."

You only smirked at her words as you returned to kissing along her body, but stopping along her hip bone to leave fresh love bites along her porcelain skin.

Cordelia squirmed when your head reached her lace panties. Her body ached for you. Hips bucked in anticipation as your teeth took hold of her panties, slowly sliding the thin fabric down her legs.

Your eyes never left hers as you kissed your way up her calves, across her inner thighs, and over to her bare wet pussy. You had never seen her so wet before, and you couldn't wait to taste her dripping cunt.

Your tongue licked the strip up her folds, Cordelia immediately raking her fingers through your hair. You circled her clit slowly and meticulously that forced a sinful moan out of the witch.

"Just like that—" Her smooth legs held you close, while her fingers held your head right where she wanted you.

Cordelia was quick to fall into a blissful state as you lavished her cunt, the fireplace behind you crackling loudly, flames growing brighter the more pleasure you gave Cordelia.

"M-more, I need more! Please," the sound of your lover begging only encouraged you to give her everything she desired.

A single finger easily slid past her entrance covered in arousal, the added sensation leaving Cordelia breathless. As you multitasked, tongue swiping at her clit and finger slowly sliding in and out of her, Cordelia's back arched ever so slightly with quiet whimpers escaping past her lips.

You couldn't help but gaze at the woman in front of you, the way her porcelain skin flowed under the firelight. The way her body squirmed at your touch. And you couldn't help but hum in approval when the grip on your hair tightened.

"Fuck, I need more! Baby please!"

A second finger slid inside her cunt, instantly finding the soft spot with each thrust that had elongated moans reverberating off the dimly lit walls.

Cordelia could feel her body heating up, beads of sweat forming along her chest and forehead, both from warmth from the fire and her own body working itself up from pleasure.

"How's that feel, baby?" You sweetly asked, eyes noting every movement Cordelia made.

"Soo good," the blondes breath was shaky and low.

You picked up your pace against her cunt, ignoring the strain you felt against your forearm as you worked your way to give Cordelia the best treatment she deserves.

Cordelia could feel the welcoming knot in her abdomen, fingers gripping onto your hair to keep your head in place. The witch wasn't taking any chances of you pulling away and making her wait to finish.

"I'm so close.." Her eyes grew bright from the dancing flames as her gaze fell upon you between her legs.

"Let go, baby."

Cordelia's legs stiffened around you, a sharp gasp followed by the roaring of the fireplace behind you let you know that the witch was at her peak. Her back had lifted from the floor, toes curling, and fingers pulling at your hair.

"Fuck!"

The blonde was unable to form a full sentence as she came along your fingers that refused to stop, allowing your lover to ride her high as long as possible.

You hummed as you tasted her along your tongue, slowing your movements little by little on her cunt. Cordelia's vision went blurry, chest riding and falling rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Okay, okay— I can't—" Cordelia pulled at your hair, forcing your head away from her dripping pussy.

You swiped at your bottom lip with a smirk, immediately crawling your way up her lightly freckled body to engulf her in a heated kiss. You were quick to straddle her, hands fiddling with her tits as her tongue dipped into your mouth.

Her own hands roamed your body, sliding down your sides before grabbing hold of your hips and pulling you the rest of the way down to her. Your wet pussy pressed against her own, and your hips couldn't help but needlessly grind down against her.

"Oh my god..." your words were breathless into the kiss.

Her grip was tight along your hips, manicured nails ever so slightly digging into your skin as she guided you back and forth.

"That feels so good," you whimpered.

Cordelia was already sensitive due to her previous orgasm, but the newfound pleasure from your clit grinding against hers had her eager to chase after another high.

"Let me see you, baby." Cordelia was not only eager to reach another orgasm, but she was even more eager to watch you grind yourself against her.

With one last kiss to her lips, and gently pulling at her lower as you lifted up, Cordelia's chestnut eyes danced over your figure.

There was nothing the witch loved more than to see you on top of her. The way your hair fell around your face, the slight jiggle in your tits as you moved, and the way your hips needlessly moved as you pleasured yourself on her.

"You're so damn beautiful," her hands dipped behind you, grabbing a steady hold of your ass.

Your own hands squeezed at her tits as you held yourself together, a loud hum escaping your throat at her words as your own mouth was unable to form a sentence.

"Just like that, baby. You're doing so good."

You could feel the heat creep onto your cheeks, not from the roaring fireplace behind you, but from the words coming from Cordelia's lips.

She loved praising you and admiring you just as much as you loved to hear it from her. It only made you want to work harder, do your best to ensure you would hear those words again.

You could feel your legs begin to stiffen and your hips start moving at their own pace, and you could feel yourself getting worked up towards your release.

You easily slid across Cordelia's soaked pussy, low moans filling the room as the both of you felt the pleasure only increase.

"So..close..." you whimpered.

"Not yet, baby. I'm almost there. Just a little bit longer."

Cordelia's nails dragged along your hips, leaving minor scratches in their wake that only elicited another moan from you as you lazily nodded your head at her words.

Your stomach tightened and you knew you could finish right then and there, but if Cordelia said to wait, then you would wait for her. You love when you came together. The way your bodies would orgasm at the same time, filling you both with a feeling of euphoria and bliss.

"I can't— 'Delia, please," you whined.

Cordelia's head fell back, mouth agape as her own hips moved in the opposite directions yours did to speed up the process.

It didn't take long thereafter for the witch to nod her head rapidly, moans becoming more consistent as she hurried quickly towards her release.

"Fuck! Come with me!" The words flew from her mouth just before she pulled her bottom lip sharply between her teeth.

Cordelia's legs shook while your breathing stopped, all sounds coming from you going silent as you came along Cordelia's cunt. The blonde followed you soon after, eyebrows knitting as her grip along your hips never ceased.

The flames from the dimly lit candles spread throughout the room went out in a flash, only the fire from the fireplace cascading a glow over both you and Cordelia.

You gasped as you finally caught your breath, Cordelia loosening her grip on you to instead ease up your shaky movements. Your body shook as Cordelia's hands slid to your back, urging your body forward to press her lips against yours.

Your breasts fell in line with Cordelia's as your hands slid to her slim waist. The blonde couldn't help but close her legs, squeezing her thighs tightly together as your lips were pressed together as one.

Cordelia sighed after you broke from the kiss for air, your head immediately falling to the crook of her neck. Her fingers ran tender lines up and down your back as you gave her neck a tender kiss, both of you silently laying there in each other's arms.

The witch was expecting the effects of the potion to wear off by now, but grew curious as to why when she was pressing her thighs together, that she felt the same ache between her thighs as before.

She needed more. Craved for more. Desired more.

You could feel the woman move slightly beneath you, but she gave you no chance to think on it when she expertly flipped the two of you over, eliciting an unexpected gasp from you. The woman now sat on top of you, eyes completely filled with desire as she lowered her lips to hover just centimeters over yours.

"Oh I'm not done just yet." A wicked smirk toyed at her lips, mascara covered eyelashes fluttering as she lowered her tone next to your ear. "I want to ride your face. To feel you lavish every inch of me. To come along your tongue as my fingers play with your pussy."

You felt the same ache she did, the need for more pushing you to force your lips back against hers in a heated kiss that left both of you feeling feral.

If that's what Cordelia wanted, you were going to give it to her... and so much more.

[stayevildarling]

hi🙈 I found you via wattpad and I really like your work. can you post something about wilhemina, billie and cordelia and reader that saves them from an attack but got hurt and struggles badly after this please. thank you very much, your stories help me very much🐝

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Everything works out in the end

A/N: Thanks to the anon for requesting this. I hope you are doing okay and this is somewhat how you wanted it to be. Sending love ❤ I haven't posted in ages but I have still been writing. I'm just genuinely unsure if anyone would read my stuff anymore. @billiebeanhoward said this is a meh one so I apologize in advance.

Warnings: mention of violence, mention of blood, angst, sad, fluff

Word count: 3.7k

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Moonlight shines on the coven, the light illuminating the white building as it shines through the large windows. It was quiet, the only noises ocassionally to be heard, cars driving past the street outside the coven. Cordelia slowly woke from her slumber, looking over to her right, seeing two of her lovers peacefully asleep.

Billie had her arms wrapped around you, both of you looking so comfortable and peaceful that it brings a warmth to her heart. Of course she notices the absence of Wilhemina. She slowly gets out of bed, quiet enough not to wake you, before sliding into her slippers next to her bedside and quietly leaving the room.

The supreme knew there was only one place Wilhemina would hide away from the shadows of the night as she makes her way to Wilheminas office. Her silk nightgown iluminating the coven further. As she quietly knocks and enters, she finds the redhead standing by the window, holding onto her cane tightly as her eyes avert the window and make their way to the blonde entering the room.

Cordelia makes her way over, gently placing her hand on the redheads and giving her a comforting smile. ,,Can't sleep hm?'' she gently asks. Wilhemina averts her gaze, looking out the window yet again. In response she simply shakes her head, knowing well enough by now that her girlfriend and the supreme could easily read her, even if she didn't want to be read and her emotion so raw and open for people to see.

,,Talk to me darling, this isn't the first time lately'' Cordelia softly suggests. The redheads facial expression quickly turns into a slightly bitter one as her hand grips tighter around her cane, controlling her other hand that is held by Cordelia just enough not to tighten. ,,I can tell you are mad my love'' the blonde implies. Wilhemina huffs before responding ,,Of course I am, we have failed her. We were meant to protect her not the other way around''. The supreme sighs in response, trying to control her own emotions and fighting back tears.

,,She needs you, she needs all of us now more than ever''. Cordelia replies trying not to think back of that day, to the events that her lover suggested but emotions and flashbacks pull her into that day again as if it was yesterday.

It was the last day of Delia being gone at a council meeting and the coven was mostly quiet. The witches studying at the academy were happy to have a quiet day without studies before they would beginn again tomorrow. While the three of you, Billie, Wilhemina and you couldn't be more excited to see Cordelia again. Whenever one of you was busy or gone for a couple of days, you felt incomplete. It was late afternoon, the sun had already begun to set and Cordelia was due any minute. Most of the witches were doing their own thing, in their rooms, the greenhouse or outside the academy gates. Billie had decided to cook, while Wilhemina set the table and you not letting her and instead telling her to sit down, which she didn't like to hear.

As the door was heard, Billie rushed to the hallway first, her being the closest to the front door. She turned around, her face filled with excitement and you following her, Wilhemina behind. However, the mediums breath got caught in her throat as she saw that it wasn't infact Cordelia. She had never seen the person before, dressed completely in black and wearing a hood. Although she couldn't see the persons face, her instincts instantly told her something wasn't right about this. As you enter the hallway you halt, your mind not quite comprehending what was happening before Wilhemina stood by the doorframe, equally confused.

,,Who are you?'' Billie asked confused, the fear very visible in her voice now. The hooded figure simply replied with silence and taking steps closer to the three of you. In their hand you could see an object that you couldn't quite make out. Everything happened so quickly and before you know it, you see a gun being pulled to Billie's head. ,,I have come for revenge'' a deep voice calls out. Without thinking you take a step infront of Billie.

Wilhemina watched the events unfold in shock, her body prisoned with fear, being unable to move. The door opens and at last the supreme enters, the redhead seeing both the shock and also Cordelia getting ready to act. As the words of the hooded figure were spoken, Cordelia trying to rush closer and raise her hand, enabling her magic. The shot was already fired. She watched in fear as you rush in front of Billie Dean, the bullet piercing right through you.

Cordelia couldn't get there fast enough and so the only thing she can do is quickly take the person to the ground. She ran to you and Billie, as you fell backwards into Billie's arms after pushing yourself in front of her. The blood streaming all over you, staining your clothes, Billie's hands and the floor.

The medium couldn't comprehend what was happening. She frantically started crying as she knelt on the floor with you. Begging for Cordelia to make it stop and to make you be okay. Her mind flodding with thoughts of losing you and the fact you had just saved her.

Their reactions were utterly different, despite having the same fear of losing you. Cordelia did her absolute best to stay calm and start a flood of spells and trying to come up with potions already to sped up your healing. Billie was frantically crying while holding your head up, speaking words of comfort to you. Wilhemina however was overtaken by anger. She rushed past you and your two lovers, walking over to the unconciouss figure on the floor. Ripping the hood of their head before letting her anger out in every way she possible could.

,,Wilhemina, Wilhemina'' Billie pleaded before Cordelia had to physically stop her, after speaking her spells. ,,We need your help now, we need to get her upstairs'' the supreme spoke calmy but strictly at the same time.

Successfully convincing the redhead, they made sure to take you into the bedroom and get you into clean clothes as Cordelia put you in a deep sleep, to recover from what had happened, her magic seeming to have worked. Billie sat by your side while the supreme had to take over and protect her coven. Wilhemina helping in any way she could to protect you.

The next morning, Wilhemina was the first one awake and out of bed, standing in the kitchen, despite Cordelia convincing her the night before to get back into bed. The last two weeks had caught up on the usually strong woman, the lack of sleep slowly starting to reflect in her eyes. As her gaze stayed focused, she overlooked the gardens of the coven. She heard footsteps, starting from the stairs and halting by the kitchen. Despite caught in her thoughts, she assumed the footsteps to be from Cordelia or Billie.

However, when she heard a quiet ,,Good morning Mina'' her head instantly turned, her gaze now finding you, standing by the door smiling at the beautiful redhead. ,,Hey little one'' she said softly, making her way over to you. ,,Would you like some breakfast, something to drink?'' she asks. You look at her a moment, her tired eyes meeting yours before replying ,,Just some tea but I'll make it myself'' you imply but she instantly stops you and walks over to the sink.

After a little while, she places the tea cup in front of you gently and you thank her. You try your best not to make it obvious when shuffling slightly in your chair as you still felt pain in your body from recent events. However, you wince slightly and she instantly picks it up. ,,Are you still in pain, little one?'' she asks and despite her voice not showing it you could see the anger in her brown eyes but you quickly shake your head.

The next few minutes are filled with silence, as you drink your tea and Wilhemina seems slightly lost in her thoughts. ,,I'm sorry'' you almost whisper after a while, breaking the silence, laying over the empty kitchen. Her eyebrows furrow, confused at your statement before you explain ,,I know you haven't been sleeping'' you add after a little while. Her demeanour changes and you could tell you shouldn't have said that. You knew the redhead long enough to know what her silence meant. She didn't wanna talk about it, she didn't want it brought up and you blame yourself instantly for making her upset.

Two blondes enter the kitchen shortly after this, Billie pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek and Cordelia greeting you with a gentle smile and kiss to your forehead. ,,Don't forget to have this sweetheart'' she reminds you as she places a little vial next to you. She had made you potions to help with the pain. It was usually no issue for a supreme to instantly heal you after the attack, however she was slightly late and the bullet had already pierced through you and the supremes reaction and spell accuracy was slightly off due to her own emotions. Despite being fully healed and barely even having a scar, you could still feel the pain, although you did your best to hide it.

The three of them start chatting about their days ahead, Cordelia trying to bring some sense of normality into the coven again. Billie talks about the meeting she has this morning and being unsure whether to stay at the coven instead but you assure her it would be okay. Cordelia had an urgent meeting, still working through the aftermath of the events, making sure the coven would be safe and this would never happen again. You overheard a conversation the other day, Cordelia explaining they revealed the hooded figures identity and getting through to the network and the reasoning. ,,I can stay sweetheart'' Cordelia offers but you assure her you will be okay. She reminds you to call or message her if you need anything and where the rest of your medication was and when to take it.

After they had left, Wilhemina got the remaining witches to clean after themselves after breakfast. ,,Is there anything you would like to do sweetheart?'' she asks you but you reassure her she could do her work in her office and that you would go to take a nap. For hours you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. You tried so hard to be strong for them but the pain would sometimes sneak up on you. You felt guilty, overhearing some conversations as to why this happened and how they wanted to get to the supreme by doing this and hurting the people she loves most. You know they were hurting, you knew Wilhemina couldn't sleep, Cordelia couldn't stop worrying and you knew about Billie's nightmares.

It was around lunchtime when you decided to check on Wilhemina. As you knock on her door gently, a cup of coffee in your hand, you enter and find her asleep in her armchair. You smile softly as you quietly make your way over, putting the coffee on the table next to her and grabbing a blanket and gently placing it over her lap. As you exit her room, you think about what to do. This had been the first day since it happened, where you were alone. Billie and Cordelia hadn't left to go anywhere and if Cordelia needed to, Billie wouldn't leave your side. There had been one thing you had been particularly feeling guilty about, so you decide to grab your wallet and keys and make your way outside the coven, for the first time in a couple of weeks.

It doesn't take long for both of your girlfriends to finish their work, Billie had ended her meeting sooner, prioritizing the important things for her upcoming project and skipping the usual small talk, so she could get back home sooner. Cordelia likewise made sure she told the council everything they needed to know and working on further steps to prevent these sort of events and hold the people accounting for this responsible. They almost enter the coven at the exact time, Billie already making her way up the stairs and Cordelia following behind.

As they open Wilhemina's door, after not finding the two of you anywhere else, they find her in the exact same state you had left her, sleep finally catching up on her. ,,Hi darling'' Cordelia greets softly. Wilhemina sits up straight, pretending this didn't happen, while taking a sip of the now cold coffee. ,,Where is Y/N?'' Billie asks but she is met with the same confused reaction that Cordelia showed as soon as she entered the room and not finding you there too.

Billie is the first one to panic, instantly thinking something had happened again, while Wilhemina did not say a single word, thoughts of guilt and anger towards herself instantly filling her for not checking up on you and falling asleep. Cordelia stays surprisingly calm, checking your nighttable and noticing your wallet and keys missing. ,,Maybe she just went for a walk'' she tries to reason but as soon as the words leave her mouth she doubts them herself, even if this was the case, the danger to the coven and you still hadn't been completely gone.

,,Well do something, can't you teleport to her?'' Wilhemina slightly snaps. ,,I can but I would leave a trace, Billie get your keys. Sweetheart will you stay here please incase she comes back?'' the blonde asks and the redhead nods in response.

Meanwhile you had succesfully purchased what you intended to and are making your way back to the coven. As you walk down the long street towards the academy, you feel the pain piercing through your body again, reminding you it would now be the time for one of Cordelia's potions. The fact you hadn't been out in about two weeks, the slight heat and the pain are causing you to feel dizzy, your legs feeling wobbly and your vision slightly blurring. You stop walking for a second, leaning against a streetlight to your left and taking some deep breaths, while closing your eyes.

,,There'' Billie points out as her and Cordelia approach with the car. The two woman stop and instantly get out of the car, Delia sensing how you felt and holding your hand. Billie cups your cheeks and your cheeks turn a bit red as you see them, feeling embarassed they had to find you like this and knowing they would have worried. ,,Whats wrong sweetheart, where have you been babydoll?'' they ask. You smile and explain through a brave face you had just walked to the shops.

,,Why are you leaning against this thing then, looking pale?'' Billie counters. Your expressions shifts a little and you look at Cordelia. She was always the one you knew you couldn't really get in trouble with. ,,I think its time for the medicine, I just have some pain'' and Cordelia nods before helping you into the car and giving you some water. It takes less than a couple of minutes before you make it back to the coven, a worried Wilhemina already waiting by the front door.

Cordelia nods to Wilhemina, one that symbolizes that you are okay and as she sees the shopping bag in Billie's hand, she figured you had gone out for a bit. ,,Would you like to lay down for a little bit?'' Billie asks softly as she holds your hand, which you nod to in reponse. You let go of her hand and make your way up the stairs and past Wilhemina, smiling at her. ,,Let me help you'' Cordelia ushers after shutting the door'. But only part of her words reach you as your legs feel a little like giving up, their words sounding muffled and you sinking to the floor.

,,Y/N'' Billie calls out, instantly all three of them rushing to your side. Cordelia checks your vitals and quickly figures it was just the exhaustion from today sneaking up on you. With one swift motion, she carries you up the stairs and gently places you on the bed. Billie helped to get you comfortable and wrap you in a blanket. You opened your eyes for a second and mumble the words ,,tired'' before they assure you it was okay to rest.

,,What is happening to her?'' Wilhemina snaps as soon as you were fast asleep. ,,She hasn't had her potion for today, she was just a bit warm and probably dehydrated, she will be perfectly fine'' Cordelia assures, trying to stay calm. ,,This is your fault, those potions aren't helping her'' Wilhemina snaps back before Billie interrupts her. ,,Cordelia has saved her, which neither you or I could have done, if it wasn't for her, Y/N would be dead''. Wilhemina sighs, leaving the room, needing to be alone to calm herself down.

Wilheminas statement forced Cordelia to fold under the pressure a little bit but Billie was right there by her side, reminding her that it's hard for all of us and this was Minas way of handling it and that she knows Wilhemina didn't mean a word of what she said. Billie places a soft kiss on Cordelia's cheek before sitting at the end of the bed, inviting Cordelia to join her there, looking after you.

A couple of hours had passed of them sitting with you, using the moments of you being awake, to help you change your clothes or get you to drink and take medicine. Even if it was just for a couple of minutes at a time. After a while Billie looks at Cordelia before saying ,,I think you should go and talk to her'' and before the blonde tries to respond Billie reassures ,,We'll be okay here, promise''. Cordelia follows Billies advice as she goes to look for Wilhemina.

A few minutes had passed since Cordelia left the room before you open your eyes. Billie instantly smiles at you and tilts her head a little before asking ,,How are you babydoll?''. You sit up a little and as she aids to your side you reassure ,,I feel a lot better now''. Judging from the colour of your face and how clear your words sound, Billie believes you. She passes you a glass of water and you take some sips before asking. ,,Billie could you please pass me that bag from earlier?''. The medium looks around the room before handing it to you.

,,What were you doing out anyway?'' she asks confused and you hold her hand before saying. ,,I know this was your favorite and im so sorry'' before handing her her favorite blouse that had got ruined during the attacks. Billie instantly starts sobbing as you show her the blouse, and you quickly lean her forward and into your arms, placing the piece of clothing next to you on the bed. You hold her like this for a while, before your other two girlfriends enter the room, Wilhemina apologizing in her own way for what was said and Cordelia reassuring her it was okay.

Both the redhead and the blonde are a bit puzzled when they see you awake and holding a sobbing Billie. ,,Whats the matter?'' Cordelia asks before finding the bag and item on the bed. ,,Sweetheart'' she scolds, tilting her head in the exact same way Billie had before. ,,Now don't tell me you left the house, fainting in a result just to buy Miss Howard another piece of designer clothing'' Wilhemina jokes and scolds slightly at the same time. The gesture had touched her deeply but it was in her nature to try and light the situation up slightly.

Billie looks up and slightly chuckles through the tears. ,,I'm just really sorry'' you suddenly mumble. It took each of them by surprise as it finally seems you can talk about what had happened. Wilhemina approaches the bed. ,,Why are you sorry little one?'' she asks, her eyebrows furrowing in concern, while the two blondes look at you with that same expression, Bille's chin wobbling still.

,,I'm sorry that you can't sleep Mina, I'm sorry you have to worry so much Delia and do so much to protect us now and that this even happened in the first place. I'm sorry about your clothes Billie and just everything''. The emotions finally blurt out of you and as painful these confessions are, Cordelia is the first one to start feeling relief, knowing now is the time you can talk about this, which allows the four of you to work on this together.

,,Little one, I can't not sleep because of you, I'm awake at night thinking how this should have never happened and I should have protected you''. Wilhemina explains while locking eyes with you, a gentle smile forming on her face, now the real and raw Mina back that the three of you know and love so well. ,,Sweetie I don't care about my stupid clothes at all'' Billie starts before pausing ,,well in general I do but this is so different, you saved my life.'' she thanks you, tears swelling in her eyes again.

Cordelia speaks last, waiting for her other lovers to finish before taking both of her hands and cupping your cheeks. ,,You sweetheart, were so brave, you protected all three of us and the coven. I worry because of how much we love you and how much you matter to us''.

,,I do have some news from the meeting today'' Cordelia starts, causing for a little bit of anxiety to build up in all of your chests. ,,We have captured the organisation behind this, they wanted to get at me and weaken the coven but it's dealt with and I have made sure to protect the coven better than before. Nothing like this will ever happen again'' she promises while locking eyes with you.

The four of you end up in each others arms. Holding each other through the night, at last talking about the events that took place, how it made each of you feel and getting rid of all the leftover ,,what ifs?''. Cordelia smiles proudly at the sight in front of her a couple of hours later, you Billie and Wilhemina holding each other tightly, your arm wrapped around Cordelia.

And as she finally feels at peace with what had happened, she feels the worry slowly leaving her thoughts and her chest, allowing her to take deep breaths and fall asleep next to you, as you all hold each other. Knowing that no matter what life throws at you, the four of you will always have each other and everything will work out in the end, if you give it so much as time to heal together.

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

manifesting he becomes a 2x emmy winner tonight 🕯️🧘🏽‍♀️

[pascallatte]

Little Duck

Pairing/s:Pedro Pascal x actress!reader, Sarah Paulson x platonic!reader

Summary: The pair, Sarah Paulson and Pedro Pascal were asked about their close relationship with the rising star Y/N L/N

Date: October 2012

Warnings: y/n isn't here but is mentioned (not a warning but it needed to be stated), other than that no warnings.

A/n: hi this is the first point for this series, they are still friends here completely platonic, just had to build up the series before you know. Also, feel free to ask questions about the series and hopefully, you guys like this. 

“ Hello everyone, we are here at the special red carpet event where dozens of artists from all over the country are coming together to enjoy such a great cause,” the female interviewer greeted the audience.

“ And it is with great honour, that I present to you our first pair on the red carpet, the one and only Sarah Paulson and Pedro Pascal.”

The camera zooms in on the pair before it follows them to the area where they were about to be interviewed.

Smiling to the camera the pair positioned themselves on the right of the interviewer and shook her hand.

“ Thank you both for talking with us, a while ago I said I’m gonna go and talk with the first pair that walks down that carpet before escaping and chugging down whatever’s in the drinks section,” The interviewer said that resulting in small laughs from the pair.

“ So uhm, what does it feel like to be the first ones to walk on this very special event tonight?” She then proceeded to ask them as the pair looked at each other.

“It’s pretty cool yeah like it’s an honour for us to start off this event as it has been highly anticipated in the past year,” Sarah softly said as she nudges Pedro to speak.

“Yeah it just makes us feel better than everybody else,” he casually states as the interviewer bursts out laughing.

“ Why did you both sign up for this, was it the attraction of last year’s special event or did you just get invited?” She asks

“For me, it was a little bit of both, but I mean-actually I wasn’t even supposed to be here Y/N was, but she got sick last minute so she called me and asked me to take her place,” Sarah nods towards the camera as she explained their situation.

“ Oh! That’s unfortunate,” the interviewer said as Pedro perked up and nodded.

“Yes, really unfortunate but we were kind of expecting that she would get sick after all those activities she’s done the past week, so she hasn’t really got time to rest.” Pedro then told the interviewer who looked like she was about to ask the reason for her sickness.

“And while we are on the topic of the Y/N L/N, I’m gonna take the chance to ask you what is your guys’ relationship with her, since you've been seen with her throughout the year, like when did it start? What made you guys add her to your little friend group?” She prodded as she looked at the pair.

The two burst out laughing as the past events filled their mind.

“ Yes, uhm we- rather I kind of adopted y/n back when we got cast together in the movie “Martha Marcy May Marlene", and at some point, we began to grow close and our bond really shook both our worlds.” Sarah shared their history with a large smile before pointing to Pedro who was standing there with a smile of his own.

“But this guy, only met her last January at my new year’s eve party but was seen with her too many times than I have been seen with her since last year,” she stated as a matter of fact as Pedro giggled at the memory.

Shocked the interviewer looked back and forth before composing themselves.

“Are you serious Pedro? I cannot believe that what you’re telling me is true. So, you just met y/n a few months back yet you two looked as if you’ve known each other for years. What can you tell me about this? Any story you can tell us?” The interviewer directed to Pedro who was seen shrugging with a fond look on his face.

“ Yes, uhm I- I mean y/n isn’t a hard person to know 'cause she’s like an open book and a very conversational person so you know as soon as we were introduced we just clicked and that lead to whatever you guys are seeing floating around now.”

“ Yeah, they clicked so much that they even hang out without me. IMAGINE THAT I, who introduced them to each other, was being left out. I sense a betrayal going on.” Sarah teased Pedro who started laughing as he rested his hands on her shoulders before kneeling down and begging for her forgiveness.

The interviewer laughed with them before asking a couple more questions about their future and current projects.

“So that is all for tonight, once again thank you Sarah and Pedro for your time and we’re hoping to see you guys soon and hopefully with y/n.” The interviewer closed up the interview.

“Ah yes thank you too, and we agree on the part that y/n needs to be here on our next red carpet.” Sarah pointed to the camera.

“ So little duck eat up and drink up, you are missing on a lot of fun, get well soon!!” Pedro screamed to the mic as the video slowly faded to black.

[janstevenswife]

forever thankful to all of my tumblr, Ao3, and wattpad writers who make my fantasies a reality in my imaginary world 💋💋

[lotties-ashwagandha]

CURSED (nsfw)

billie dean howard x gn!reader, word count 1.2k

the premiere of the new season of billie's show gets rescheduled last minute, but you have a way to take her mind off the disappointment.

A harsh silence enveloped the two of you. You were sitting at the edge of Billie’s bed, and you watched as she set her phone down on the vanity and began to pace the length of the room. 

The premiere of her show had been rescheduled on short notice. You were meant to fly out with her tomorrow for press meetings, interviews, every opportunity for recognition Billie deserved for her work. Your suitcases were packed and ready at the foot of the bed. 

Billie looked into the mirror of the vanity, sighing as she fixed a non-existent flaw of her eye makeup with the edge of her pale pink acrylics. 

You were at a loss for what to do – you had tried comforting her verbally, but she had barely said a word to you in the minutes after receiving the call. She got like this often when she was upset, silent and uninterested and cynical. 

You stood from the bed. Tentatively you stepped toward her. You placed your hands on her waist when you came up behind her, resting your chin on her shoulder and watching her reflection in the mirror. 

Disappointment swam in her eyes as she stared unfocused into her own reflection. You knew how much she had been looking forward to the premiere. Even if it would take place in a few weeks instead of tomorrow, the two of you had been planning this weekend for months. 

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, “that it was canceled. I know how excited you were.” 

Billie nodded, taking one of your hands in her own. She offered you a halfhearted smile in the reflection of the mirror. “You didn’t cause it, don’t apologize.” 

In response, you pressed a kiss to her neck, the junction where her neck met her shoulder. After a moment you kissed her again, and began to move up her neck, trailing kisses up to her jaw. You felt her relax slightly under your touch, a great sigh leaving her chest. 

Billie turned in your arms. She kissed you, bringing a hand up to rest at your jaw and looping her arms around you. The kiss was almost lazy, natural and reflexive to the two of you. You were overcome by the love evident in her touch. 

She pulled away only for a moment before capturing your lips again. This time, you felt hunger in her embrace – in the way her lips met yours in a way dripping with desperation, in the way she was backing you towards the bed. 

You denied your instinct to let her push you onto the bed – you wanted this, and she did too, but you wanted to give her more. You wanted her to feel the same euphoria she often gave you before herself, especially after the evening’s disappointment. She needed distraction, as was evident in every moment you spent in her arms, and you were always willing to give it. 

You turned her, reversing your positions. A look of surprise came over her features as the backs of her thighs pressed against the bed. 

You hadn’t said anything, but she nodded at the proposed switch in roles, and when you tried to push her down onto the bed, she let you. Billie pulled you down on top of her, slipping her hands under the hem of your shirt and letting them travel up your back. In a moment of impatience she pulled your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. 

You grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Keep them there,” you warned her with a stern look, and she smiled at you in amusement. You hardly ever took dominance over her, it was foreign to both of you, but you were enjoying it. 

“This is new,” she taunted, unserious, yet you could see the desire clawing at her through the mask of her ego. “You’re learning, and so well.” 

You shook your head, brushing off her comment. You didn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer, pulling off her blouse and attaching your lips to her chest. Her breath caught as you trailed kisses down her sternum, nipping at her chest, leaving marks in your wake as you traveled down her abdomen. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured into her skin, and a slight blush overtook her features. She shifted restlessly – her anticipation was evident, beautiful in the fervor with which she needed you. You understood why she was usually so addicted to you underneath her, you were drunk on the power of having her need nothing in the world but you. 

You moved between her legs, and instinctively her hips bucked toward you. As you pulled the rest of her clothes off she let out another sigh, this time out of pleasure, out of desire. 

With air-light touches you caressed her thighs. Slowly you kissed up the length of them, watching her expression closely. Desperation overtook her features, and her breath was shaky. One of her hands had moved to weave into your hair, a wordless plea for your attention. 

Just as she thought relief would finally come between her thighs, you moved away. With a look of satisfaction you climbed back up her body, straddling her, leaning down to kiss her. 

“What are you doing?” she asked in a whine. No one ever denied Billie anything, especially you. 

You shrugged. You trailed your hand down her abdomen, let it rest at her hip as you watched her squirm. “Beg.” 

She scoffed. She shook her head. “I’m not begging.” 

With a tantalizing smile you moved your hands away. Her only form of contact was the way you were straddling her. “Prove how much you want this. Beg for it, or you get nothing.” 

She sighed, and desire won over her pride, though it was not without a battle of ego. “Please,” she said. “Please, I need this. You know I need this, I need you.” 

You considered her words a victory, one of the scarce victories of dominance you took over her. In reward you slipped back between her legs. Finally relief came to her, your tongue sliding through her wetness. Billie moaned, her hips bucking into you again. You held them down, circling your arms around her tense thighs. 

You focused yourself on her clit, noting every response her body gave to your ministrations. Her moans, her whines let freely go as you slipped two fingers into her. She gasped, her new grip in your hair tightening dramatically as you set a pace that was quickly ruining her. 

Though earlier she had been utterly opposed that you’d made her beg, quiet pleas spilled from her lips as you brought her closer to the edge. Your name on her tongue like a curse, like poison you would drink from the fountain of your devotion. 

“Cum for me,” you murmured when she was close, and her body responded immediately – you coaxed her through her climax, the pace of your tongue and your hand working in sequence to prolong it as much as you could for her. 

When she came down from it, you pulled away. You laid at her side, pulling her into you to press a kiss to her shoulder and then to her lips, the two of you engulfed in the softness of her newfound peace. Billie relaxed into your embrace, letting you hold her as exhaustion overtook her. Peace found you both in inexplicable wonder, anxiety cursed in your devotion.

[evan4ever]

Vegas, baby

Part 4 — part 3 here

Warnings: pregnancy, social media

a/n: I tried researching and maybe I’m just not a pro at it but couldn’t find any of Evans personal friends names (feel like it’s that way for a reason or maybe I am just dumb 🤣 so I made up Joe 🤪 and just figured Sarah would be perfect for this situation 🥰) Also, please let me know if I missed any tags and let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! I’m still learning how to do tumblr so I appreciate the patience and the support 🤍

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Evan’s POV

His phone was blowing up more than normal, but nothing that caused him to feel the need to look. He didn’t have any social media platforms but he still managed to get notifications regarding things on social media. Mostly texts. He simply checked them and would reply when he had time and lately he’d been very busy so in this particular time, he didn’t.

Evans life seemed so much more unproblematic since ridding himself of social media and that’s what he liked. He was already in so much spotlight that he felt he had no personal time for himself, and that everyone knew everything about him. Sometimes he felt like his life was not his own. It wasn’t that way so much anymore and he planned for it to stay like so.

He had gotten dressed this morning and was drinking a large cup of coffee, sugar and butter added, and he was sat at the large island in his home reading through his mail he’d received that morning. Mostly bills and such that he’d be able to pay from his phone. The outside world was currently dimmed through his ears not paying attention to anything, not even the constant buzzing of his phone, as odd as it was. He was in his own world.

“Peters” Joe walked in. He was a buddy of Evan’s who was visiting and staying with him. Evans eyes flickered up to him and shot him a smile.

“Coffee on the counter if you want some.” Evan stated then got back to reading. Joe stared at him for a moment, Evan hadn’t taken note of Joes shocked face and this only made Joe more nervous. He had read articles that came out this morning, obviously Evan hadn’t considering it was regarding him and some really big allegations. Though Evan caught on to Joe’s lack of movement and looked back up to him. This time he could see the torn look on Joe’s face causing Evan to lower the mail and sit himself upright in his spot.

“You good, buddy?” Evan chucked awkwardly at Joe’s behavior, raising his eyebrows to encourage him to say something.

“Um, yeah.. have you read any news this morning?” Joe questioned curiously, silently hoping Evan already read it and was coping calmly. But seeing Evan shake his head slowly, curiously, Joe sighed and silently cursed himself for being the one to drop this on him. He pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up his twitter feed, scrolling only a second before landing on the trending news article and opening it. He hesitated a moment silently preparing himself for Evan’s reaction, then swiftly handed the phone to Evan all while avoiding Evan’s curious and bit concerned eyes.

Evan slowly took the phone, his eyes still watching Joe before looking down to his screen and reading the name of the article:

‘ Does Evan Peter’s have a child he doesn’t know about? ‘

Evan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at just the headline, quickly looking up at Joe who still wasn’t looking at him though could sense his eyes on him, “just read it man”.

Evans eyes held themselves on Joe for a moment, then hesitantly lowered back to the article and he began reading it. All he thought the entire time was how could someone take something like this this far? He’s no stranger to fake and false stories airing but this one was too much. Claiming a pregnancy and it making the literal news? That was insanity. He wanted to throw the phone and break a few things, nearly shaking in anger at the lies he was reading. He didn’t recognize any names brought up, even yours. All he knew was that a fan was going above and beyond to get to him and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

Until his eyes landed on the video linked on the bottom of the article. He still didn’t recognize the name of the Tik Tok-er, but he clicked on the video to watch what was said that blew up this much. And that’s when his stomach dropped.

He saw you, the center of attention in the video, your stomach painfully obviously pregnant. He remembered you. And he remembered what the two of you did almost 9 months ago in Vegas. And that’s when everything made sense to him.

He rewatched the video a few times as if rewatching it would change the circumstances, make you not pregnant, make you someone he didn’t know so he could claim that it was in fact a lie. But each time rewatching it just confirmed everything the article had said.

He was about to have a child that he didn’t even know had been conceived.

Evan swallowed hard and finally shakily handed the phone back over to Joe who now was watching him. He was calm, it seemed. The opposite of what Joe had expected, though concerned more at his reaction. “You gotta tell me what’s going on, Peters.”

Evan shook his head at Joes words, his head dropping into his hands that rubbed over his face and rested in them while he nearly silently had a panic attack. He finally stood from the stool roughly, grabbing his phone and pushing past Joe who followed. He had to clear this up. Maybe you slept with someone else after him? Surely he wasn’t the only one. Even though he knew the possibility was real considering he had t slept with anyone since you. But you guys were supposed to keep it at just sex. You both made it very clear you were too busy for a relationship, let alone a fucking baby. He didn’t have time for this.

“Evan, man, what is up? Is it true? Where are you going?” Joe questioned as he followed behind Evan who made it to the front door before turning and looking at Joe to say something but no words coming out. Instead, Evan shook his head and swung his door open only to be met by Sarah (Paulson).

Evan was taken back by her standing in front of him giving her a confused look while she only held one that spoke of sincerity and concern. She was, concerned for her friend. She had read the article and she needed to talk to him herself.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were working.” Evan stated, avoiding the obvious answer that he knew. She only smiled softly to him.

“Can I come in?”

Evan sighed and stepped out of the way allowing her to enter, closing the door and turning half scared to face his reality when she’d get him to admit it. Sarah watched him for a moment, his eyes looking to hers then away, then back before down to the floor. She knew the allegations were true, he just confirmed it for her. Instead of scolding him like he’d been expecting, he was met with her arms pulling him into her into a gentle and sympathetic hug. He blinked a few times before he wrapped his arms around her and broke down.

Sarah rubbed his back as he sobbed into her, soothing her dear friend. It was a hard pill to swallow, she knew that. And he didn’t need a lecture, he needed a friend, a support system, he needed help.

Meanwhile Joe stood aside, confused at what was happening. Did this mean everything he read this morning was true?

“Joe?” Sarah spoke breaking him if his thoughts and looking to her, “would you be a doll and make some tea? Earl grey, add some honey.” She smiled and Joe nodded, turning and leaving them alone.

Finally Sarah pulled back enough to see Evan while he brought himself up and wiped the tears that fell. He felt like a baby, crying in front of his friend. But she understood and he knew he needed to let himself feel this. “Tell me what happened, Evan.”

Sarah’s soft and kind voice reassured Evan and after collecting himself, he sighed loudly. “I met her in Vegas earlier this year. January. She was… I mean come on. She was hot.” He groaned again, violently cursing himself now for not being smarter. “We were drunk. I wasn’t expecting to have sex and one thing led to another. We didn’t have any protection but I… you know.. I pulled out.” He cleared his throat awkwardly at talking about this with Sarah. But he needed to tell someone and he preferred it be her than anyone else. She only nodded and allowed him to continue. “We agreed it meant nothing. Just some drunk fun sex. We didn’t exchange numbers. I didn’t even get her last name, barely remembered her first. I didn’t think she’d get pregnant.”

“Do you know if she’s tried to reach you at all?” Sarah asked and Evan looked down trying to remember if he’d seen anything with her name, but not recalling anything.

“I mean if she did, she was pretty limited in ways to do it.” He realized that must be why he never knew. You quite literally would’ve had no ways to get ahold of him. And that made his heart ache a bit, for you. You’ve been doing this alone. You were probably so angry at him, hence the video and what must be your friends words. They were like an echo in his ear. He made it impossible for anyone who didn’t know him personally to be able to reach him and that made it impossible for you too, and this was important.

Sarah could see the realization in his expression and she knew it was hurting him. But he didn’t know it would happen, he had to protect his mental health and his privacy. He was doing what any celebrity would do by making it hard to reach them. It was the hardest part of the job. The fame and fortune was great, sure, but the amount of people who would go so far to try to get to celebrities was rough. Evan did what he needed.

“It’s okay, Evan. You didn’t know. That’s all there is to it.” Sarah took a deep breath and nodded, “but now you have to face it okay? I’d say probably in person.” She chuckled lightly, rubbing his arms as he stood with them by his side thinking about her words. She was right. But where did you live? That wasn’t exchanged either.

“I have to find her first.” He nodded and she smiled.

“I can help. Come on.” She held her hand on his back and he allowed her to lead them to the kitchen where Joe was still attempting to make tea like Sarah had asked. She shooed him away while he apologized only to be met with a “thank you for trying” and Sarah finishing it while Joe took a seat next to Evan.

“I did a little searching on her myself when I first read the article this morning. I found her Instagram. It’s y/instagram/name. Here.” She handed Evan her phone and allowed him to look you up, finding your profile and clicking on it.

There you were. He studied the images you had shared, so many baby bump pictures. He clicked and scrolled through reading each caption and scrolling more stopping on a selfie. He sighed and smiled lightly at the picture of you. You were so pretty. He was so mad at himself for not just getting over his busy schedule and getting your number. He could’ve made time for you. Especially had he known he got you pregnant. He didn’t mean to neglect what was partially his responsibility. And god, he hoped you’d forgive him.

“Have you messaged her?” He looked up to Sarah who shook her head no, looking back down and sighing. Would you believe it was him if he messaged you from Sarah’s account? Was that the smart thing to do? Or does he fly to wherever you were and come to you? “I don’t know how to go about this.” He sighed again, dropping her phone in the counter and resting his head in his hands again, something he tended to do when he was stressed.

“Would you like me to message her? I can talk to her, figure out how she prefers to? Girl to girl.” Sarah smiled and shrugged, Evan liking the idea. He slid her phone back to her and she picked it up and went straight to your DM, letting her fingers type out what her mind said was best to say.

‘ Hello, y/n. I’m sure this may come as a surprise to you, but I assure you I’m reaching out as a friend. Evan has no social media, as I’m sure you know by now. He’s allowing me to come to you first. We would like to know how you would feel about coming to you. This sort of news is pretty big and it would be best to talk in person. I hope you would agree. Please call me at this number — when you have a chance. I look forward to talking to you! Sarah ‘

Sarah handed the phone back to Evan to allow him to read it and once he approved, she sent the message your way.

“It’ll be good to remember that her phone is probably going crazy right now too, so give it some time. If she doesn’t respond by this afternoon, we’ll have your management reach her. We’ll get ahold of her one way or another, okay?” Evan sighed at the thought of his manager having to reach her. That always seems to make matters worse, seeming more angry on what is his part and he didn’t want it to turn that way for either of you. He wasn’t angry, he was sad and annoyed at the entire situation for sure, but never angry. He wanted to make this as smooth as possible for everyone. But, of course, he wanted to be in his child’s life, and he hoped you would too.

—

Your POV

You could barely keep up with your notifications and your phone ringing like crazy. You were at your wits end, ready to throw your phone in the garbage and take it out. But Shay had come over and helped you through it. It was barely early afternoon and your face was all over social media and it caused your insecurities to grow. It didn’t help that the angry and bitter people were calling you names and pointing out your every flaw. It was overwhelming, to say the least. You couldn’t fight back the tears that finally managed to escape.

“Hey, stop that. Everything will be fine!” Shayla frowned when she saw your state, your head in your hands and the tears dropping from your cheeks. You shook your head not believing a word she was saying.

“This is exactly what I wanted to avoid!” You couldn’t help the glare that you sent her way. You knew she never intended for this to happen but it was her fault and you were angry about it. Shayla quickly looked down at her hands feeling your wrath towards her.

“I know.. I’m really sorry y/n. You know I never wanted to make things go wrong.” She picked at the skin around her nails avoiding your eyes that quickly closed as you took a breath and gathered yourself. Screaming at her would get you nowhere, you knew that much.

“I just don’t know what to do. Like..” you shook your head at your spinning mind, “like nothing feels right, you know? Nothing I say or do will make this right. I should’ve tried harder to reach him. I should’ve never even slept with him.” You chucked your phone with the last sentence, letting your anger get the best of you. You needed to throw something, you needed to be angry. Your phone clashed into your dresser with a loud thud and you groaned at the sound as if it hurt your ears. “I should’ve never slept with him.”

It was silent for a minute while Shayla let you have your moment of anger before walking over cautiously and picking up your phone that was now cracked. She looked at all the notifications, texts and missed calls and scrolled through them. You heard a gasp from her and looked up, seeing her hand over her mouth as she stood wide-eyed at your phone screen.

“God, what now? Another pissed of text? I’ve read them all.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes, letting yourself lay back in your bed as you rubbed your temples waiting for her reply that came quickly.

“Sarah Paulson.” Was all she said. You furrowed your eyebrows and shrugged.

“What about her? Did she post about me?” You scoffed at the thought but didn’t bother looking back to Shayla instead letting your head lay back down on your white comforter.

“No. No not at all!” The excitement in Shay’s voice made you curious, but still remained in your spot. “No y/n here! You have to read this! Seriously. She messaged you!”

“What did she say?” You couldn’t lie, you were worried that it was going to be a nasty message. You weren’t dumb, you knew she and Evan were friends. Why wouldn’t she defend her friend.

“Hereeee! Read it” she shoved the phone to you and stood in front of you at your bedside. You grabbed the phone and groaned, letting your eyes find the beginning and read over each word carefully, and it was honestly a weight that lifted off your chest. You felt like you could breathe again.

“Oh, thank you God” you closed your eyes in relief, hugging your cracked phone to your chest and letting your breathing even itself out. She wants to talk, she wants to meet up. “Wait,” you shot up and looked at Shayla, “what if she just being nice? What if she is helping Evan find a way to take my baby? They can’t do that right?”

“I… I don’t know. Look just, you just have to do it okay? I don’t know Evan but I would hope he’s not that kind of guy. You have to walk in there believing that. But you have to take her up on the help. I think it’s the only.” She nodded, rubbing your arm reassuringly. Your heart was pounding so hard and so fast, terrified at the thoughts that returned. You also hoped Evan wasn’t like that but how could you be sure? You had to be guarded, but you knew Shayla was right. With one last glance at Shayla, you pressed the number she sent in the message and your phone began ringing and you waited nervously for the woman to pick up.

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— birthday girl pt.6

summary: april celebrates her fourth birthday with her new found family.

pairing: cordelia goode x misty day x april!oc

warnings: none

word count: 1600

note: i’m back!! had to start back off with my april fics OFC :) i hope it’s good i haven’t wrote in months!!

pt. 1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6

Cordelia and Misty gazed lovingly at each other in their bed until April eventually stirred. That night, she had decided that she was going to cling onto Cordelia. It was one of the habits that they were trying to break. They were trying to get her to sleep in her own bed, but she was the birthday girl so neither of them could deny her that night.

Aprils dark eyelashes batted open and her thumb that rested against her cheek found its way back into her mouth. She smiled when she saw Cordelia. The older woman smiled back with her tongue between her teeth, and she brushed away the stray hair that fell against Aprils eyes.

"Good morning, birthday girl," Cordelia was the first to say, her voice merely above a whisper.

The little girl giggled at the name and it only increased when her other mother kissed her cheek and said the same exact thing. "Morning mommies," her voice muffled with the thumb still in her mouth. She was finally turning that age where Cordelia and Misty had to start breaking these habits. They knew it would be tough; the only time she wasn't sucking her thumb was when she were using her hands to play or eat. The only nights she wasn't sleeping with her mothers was well...never. They both knew that this had to do with a comfort and separation anxiety thing.

"Happy birthday, sunshine. Ya gettin' so old on me!"

"Four, mama!" April held up three fingers as she spoke and the women chuckled at her. The only reason she knew how old she was turning was because the girls had been bringing it up to her for the entire week leading up. Everyone was just so excited for her.

"One more finger, baby. That's three," Cordelia corrected with a laugh. April held up another finger and smiled the biggest she could at her mom. "There you go! Good job, my love." She kissed April's cheek.

"Cake!" April finally said. And both women knew it was coming. That was April's favorite part of birthday's. She loved sweets but something about birthday cake always seemed extra special. "Cake! Cake, mommies!" The little blonde continued when her mothers didn't answer promptly.

"Cake after dinner, sweet tooth. How about we have some of mommies amazing breakfast to hold us off?" Misty winked at Cordelia. One thing about the supreme is that she knows how to cook and Misty loves to eat everything she makes.

Minutes later and Cordelia carried the girl on her hip all the way down to the kitchen. Misty trailed behind them with a bright smile. They had both planned the day out ahead of time, specialized just for the birthday girl.

It was Aprils fourth birthday but first one celebrating it at the academy. Celebrating it with her new second mother. Cordelia just had to make it special for her girl. And she would for the many years to come.

Misty always tried to do the best she could in the swamp with no money. She would always find a way to make April a cake even if it was from scratch. She would make flower crowns with her and let her play in the mud for how forever long she wants. And as much as the little girl loved that, Misty was happy that her daughter was finally going to be able to experience a real put-together birthday.

When the three of them got down there, there had already been a happy birthday sign above the doorway, and a special pink balloon with a four on it tied onto April's chair. However, the little girl was more intrigued by the pile of presents in the corner of the room.

Later last night when April was asleep, the girls had willingly helped the two mothers with decorating. And had even bought April their very own gifts -Madison possibly going overboard.

"Mama look! Look! Presents!" April wasn't greedy but she knew those presents were for her and she so wanted to just rip them all open. She tugged on the hem of Misty's sleep shorts to get her attention when Cordelia went over to start breakfast.

"Look at all of those, little bug. All for ya!" Misty leaned down and gently tapped April's tinted-pink nose. She had spotted the presents and now she couldn't focus on anything else.

"Open now! Please." April stuck out her bottom lip because she knew nobody could ever refuse her with that look on her face. But Misty couldn't just have her open those when half of them were from the girls.

"How about we wait 'till all the girls wake up? I'm sure they wanna watch ya open 'em." April huffed and crossed her arms, she wasn't okay with that idea, but she seemed to lighten up when Misty started tickling her sides.

"Mama," April yelled with laughter, but to no avail would Misty stop. "Mommy, mommy, help!" The little girl finally ran away from the relentless fingers and went to hide behind Cordelia's legs. Cordelia laughed and placed the spatula down. She lifted her girl up onto her hip when April started to do grabby hands towards her.

Misty walked over to the pair, kissing Aprils scrunched up nose and then Cordelia's lips before going over to the pot to make herself some morning tea.

Cordelia started flipping the pancake mix in the pan with April on her hip, the young girl babbling about all of her birthday wishes. "Mommy, those all for me!" April pointed to the pile of her birthday presents. She couldn't get it off of her mind.

Before Cordelia responded, a groggy Madison and smiley Zoe walked into the room. April immediately began to wiggle out of Cordelia's arms until she put her down. Little legs ran over the the two witches, screeching their names with a big smiles.

Zoe picked her up and held April between Madison and her. "Aunties, It's my birthday!" The little girl squealed, always overly excited for even the littlest of things.

"Happy birthday, Rilly! Four already?" Zoe exclaimed with the same excitement that April shared. Madison on the other hand, was still grumpy, but she managed to smile at the interaction of her two favorite people.

"Happy birthday, April," Madison mumbled, because there was still many people here to witness her stone cold demeanor thawing. Nevertheless, the tiny blonde still heard her say it, and that was enough for her.

April giggled at the pair and eventually got passed into Madison's arms while Zoe went to brew her and her girlfriend a cup of coffee. "Auntie Madi, did you get me a gift? Mama said all those presents for me!" 

Madison laughed at her and placed her down in her booster chair. Misty, standing by her girlfriend at the stove, shook her head and smirked. "Bug, ya know ya don't ask people that," Misty corrected her manners.

"But Mama, Auntie Madi gives best gifts ever!"

Cordelia placed the plates of food on the table and everyone seated there. "Don't worry, I got you a gift or two," Madison finally said. She had so much money, so why not spoil her 'niece' with it? April squealed just at the thought.

Throughout the entire breakfast, she rambled about how amazing today was going to be. She hardly even focused on her favorite strawberry pancakes that her mom made her. She could hardly wait for breakfast to be over so she could open her birthday gifts.

Eventually she got to that, opening a bunch of toys; mostly dolls and stuff to draw with. However, Madison got her, her very own child makeup kit. She always loved watching Madison do her makeup, and even did it for her sometimes. It had to be one of her favorite gifts. Even if Cordelia had to grit her teeth knowing that the eyeshadow was somehow going to end up on her white walls.

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Later that evening, Cordelia walks into the living room to find Madison doing April's makeup. Just some pink lipstick and colorful eyeshadow, but it's enough to make the little girl happy.

"Look at you two," Cordelia says, and it startles both of the girls. Madison rolls her eyes, but April giggles at her mom. Madison hates when Cordelia catches her hanging out with April because it shows that she genuinely has a heart.

"Mommy look! Madi did birthday makeup on me with my new stuff!" Cordelia walks over to the couch and picks the young girl up when she reaches her arms up. She places her on her hip and smiles brightly at her.

"You look so pretty, baby! I love the pink on you." Cordelia laughs at the fact that Misty would never wears makeup, and April absolutely loves it. Maybe she just really looks up to Madison.

"Thanks. Look like you." Cordelia could've cried. She could've, but she didn't want Madison to make fun of her. If little April is complimenting her, then she knows it's genuine. 

"You're just the sweetest, huh?" Cordelia leans forward and kisses the April's nose, making the girl scrunch it up and giggle. "Speaking of sweet, how about we go have some of that birthday cake?"

April's smile gets impossibly bigger. She's only been waiting the entire day for this, and has been very patient. "Yes! Please!"

Cordelia carries April into the dining room, Madison following behind them. Misty and all of the girls are already there, waiting for the birthday girl.

Cordelia brings the young girl front and center to the cake. The dining room lights are dimmed and the candles are lit on her alligator themed cake, of course. April can hardly hold in her excitement as the room starts singing Happy Birthday to her.

April blows out her candles and everyone cheers her on. Misty watches the glimmer in her little girls eyes, and she knew, this was where they both belonged.

[in-a-continuous-daydream]

This is unironically me when I read my own books/fanfics

Like sometimes i wish my books had fandoms, then i remember they are not finished

[lanawinters-ily]

You're My Baby, Say It To Me

Your mental health has taken a dip again. But it is okay. Mama Ally is here to pick up all the (literal) pieces.

Pairing: Ally Mayfair x Teen!Reader (Gender neutral)

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: mental health themes, collapsing, themes of s*lf-harm

Yes, if you can believe it, I did write this fic as less bad than the true story ouch.

It was getting bad again.

Though, this time, you weren’t entirely sure if you had ever gotten better in the first place.

The feeling deep in your chest was heavy, and with every step you took, it became harder to not sink right into the floor.

Through the tile, through the foundations, through the dirt.

To bury yourself in this depression that had built up around you.

It was different this time.

You felt as if you had talked too much, shared too much. Everyone was so so worried, but even their concern didn’t seem enough.

No one could touch you when you had already blocked them off before they even tried.

University had failed. It was supposed to be a new start, but somehow you had fucked it up even more than at home.

Now that was impressive.

At least you had your mama.

It was just you and her, and she had struggled when you were gone.

The house seemed so much emptier, and she was looking forward to having you home for the holidays.

But not this early.

Unfortunately, we are beginning at the day after Ally had to collect you from university, after a friend has called her expressing serious concerns over your mental health. She had rushed straight over and bought you home without hesitation.

But you were yet to open up to her.

Ally wanted to give you space, though her maternal instincts were screaming to pull you close and hold you until every problem faded away.

She wanted you to trust her, to come to her in your time.

Perhaps that was a bad idea.

—

It had been another rough evening, though your emotions seemed slightly off. You couldn’t place the difference, but it made you uneasy.

Today had been good. Your mood had lifted a little, and you had even managed some low-effort chores. This kind of day was unfamiliar for you, and often didn’t have the desired effect.

After one day of slight positivity, your depression tended to come back with full force. Like, slap-in-the-face kind of force.

You had convinced yourself that this mood was different, and would last.

Well, sorry to spoil, but it did not.

As you were getting ready for bed, nausea started rising in your throat. The familiar feeling of anxiety shot through your body, not creeping up like usual, but pulsating into every limb in an instance.

This was not going to end well.

“Sweetheart, would you make me a cup of tea?” Ally’s voice called up the stairs.

Shit. You had to pull yourself together quickly, take drastic action to save face in front of your mother.

Swallowing down bile, you took a couple measured breaths and walked down the stairs.

All you had to do was boil the kettle, pour it into mugs and say goodnight to your mama.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

With shaky legs you stepped into the kitchen, filled up the kettle and put it on. Took out two mugs, two teabags, and a teaspoon.

It was then when things began to get hazy.

Your ears were ringing, and the kettle looked like it was floating. Spots took over and a strange grey haze coloured your usually bright kitchen

Something crashed to the ground, and it took you a couple of seconds to realise you had dropped a mug.

The last thing you heard was a distant scream of “Sweetheart?!” before everything faded to black.

—

“Sweetheart? Baby?”

You could hear a faint muttering. Never in your life had you felt so disorientated. Hard floor under your back, a throbbing in your head, and a sharp pain on your arm.

And who was talking?

Squeezing your eyes, you tried with all your energy to force the lids open.

“Baby? Can you hear me?”

A groan that you didn’t even recognise as your own slipped from your mouth. Eyes wandering the surroundings you realised you were on the kitchen floor, with your mother hovering over you.

She’d never looked so terrified in her life. Ally Mayfair did not do scared.

But it was different with you. Her baby.

You couldn’t speak, so just looked at her and made a noise in recognition that you could hear.

“Oh my baby.” Ally let out a huge sigh of relief at this sign.

“Stay down here for a little bit love. I don’t want you collapsing on me again, okay?”

You just blinked, pretty sure that you couldn’t even imagine sitting, let alone standing right now.

Your body felt as if you’d somehow doubled in weight, heavy heavy heavy into the ground. As if you’d break through the grey tiles and fall forever and ever.

“Sweetie.” Ally said in a somber tone, making you look back up at her.

“You were bleeding pretty badly from your wrist. I thought it was from the mug, but when I looked, I could tell it was something different.”

Sure enough, you looked to see your wrist securely bandaged.

Huh.

That must have happened during the panic attack. How weird. You’d never done that without even thinking before.

Maybe that’s why it was worse than normal.

“When did this start again honey?”

Your mother peered down at you with sad brown eyes, tears peeking out from behind eyelids.

Energy was needed for this conversation, and energy was certainly not what you had in that moment.

So, you just made another noise and shrugged, hoping that Ally would sense that you wanted to move away from the subject.

“Alright love.” She squeezed your hand and sighed, looking briefly at her phone.

“You were out for about five minutes, which is not ideal darling. I called an ambulance while you were unconscious. They weren’t too concerned, but a crisis team is going to call us soon. Is that okay baby?”

Tears filled your eyes as your lip wobbled. You had really fucked up this time.

“My baby,” Ally mumbled and gently guided you up into her embrace.

She rocked you back and forth while you sniffled, not even having the energy to form sobs. You sat like that for a couple of minutes until you had quietened down.

“Let’s get you up and comfy sweetheart.” Your mama said.

As desperate as you were to move off the cold, hard floor, your body was still in shock-mode. As Ally carefully pulled you by your hands upwards, your knees buckled, sending you back towards the ground.

“Oh!” Ally gasped, grabbing you as you fell. You both ended up on the floor again.

“Let’s try that again. I can hold your weight darling, you can always lean on me.” Your mother said softly.

You knew this was a double meaning, and made a little smile in recognition. Working together, you and Ally managed to make it into the living room and she laid you on the sofa.

She sat beside you and soft hands stroked your pale face.

“We’ve got this baby. Me and you, against the world. All the bad, that’s staying outside this room. In here, it is us. I’ve got you, sweetheart. Please lean on me.”

And for the first time in a while, you felt a stir of hope in your chest.

“Thank you mama. I love you.”

“I love you baby. You’re my everything.”

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lana winters x fem! reader

— To See That Day Once More

spot journalist! lana winters (word count: 444)

a/n: short lil story. I am not a great writer so beware.. (fic under cut) also me and lana have the last name are we soulmates??

“excuse me, can I get through here?” you hear from behind you, their voice slowly creeping towards you. you barely noticed with all of the other sounds around. there were reporters and photographers all around attempting to get a story out about the bloody face killer. you were specifically assigned this case along with a few other officers and you had finally had it all covered, and your suspect was defined “guilty” by the court. he was now being arrested and taken to briarcliff manor insane asylum where he would do the time, that according to the jury, fit the crime.

you peered over your shoulder to check and make sure that everyone around waiting to catch a story was far enough away from the detained man to avoid conflicts. you noticed a woman on your left holding a pen and a pad as all the other reporters around you had been. but there was much more to this woman than that. she seemed to catch your eye in the process which made a million thoughts race through your mind. she was wearing a mid blue skirt and a matching blazer. you couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying over all of the other journalists and camera crews. maybe it was that you were so focused on her deep brown piercing eyes and the way she spoke that you completely ignored every word. her voice was angelic and breathy. you could listen to her speak for hours and you’d still not quite be bored. she lowered her pen while tilting her head and furrowing her eyebrows slightly as if she were slightly confused by your gaze.

“lana winters” was all you managed to catch from her last sentence as she pushed past another reporter toward the front. “your observance made it clear that you’d like to know. that is my name” she said lightheartedly, following up her last statement. you continued your silent stare, and she extended her hand toward you. you offered her a half smile and accepted the handshake. “y/n, y/l/n” you replied. this was unfortunately the end of your short conversation, and the other officers urged you away from the scene shortly after the reporters had been.

you had another case to cover later after all. even after that day this conversation didn’t leave your mind, and all you could think of was ms winters and the way she looked at you that day. as the days went on, you hoped that on one of them you would be met with her gaze once more, but that day has yet to come.

- lyn w (8/11/24) Idek what this is tbh i got bored thought id write. heavily inspired by dewey and gale from scream (1996)

[zeldas-cigarrette]

Trying to come back:)

I haven’t been myself in a long time, I’ve lost interest in things I loved doing (like writing, and coming up with fun ideas for new fics). Slowly, I think I’m coming back to enjoy it again. I was totally out of energy to follow requests I’ve got or even come up with my own ideas to write. So I stopped. I missed sitting in my room and writing for hours on end, fussing about little details I loved putting in my stories. Honesty is important, especially when I want to continue this. It’s the end of October and it might be the season, which made me passionate about starting to write again, but I desperately want to get into it again.

With this post, I’m trying to officially come back to this community. So I’m inviting you to send requests again, this is my masterlist, and I hope I can measure up to how I wrote back then and maybe even improve.

Thank you to those who still read my stuff, even though I haven’t posted in ages.<3

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