#(This was fun but I also hope my dyslexia didn't mess up too much of it + im so rusty at writing help

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any general headcanons for carrington ?

he is . my favorite fictional man rn . hope you don't mind me taking advantage of the fact that you like him as well and your asks always being open BKDCJSXBSN

Dude I LOVE seeing you in my asks dw!!! I haven't thought about my blorbo Carrington in so long I'm going to have fun with this <3<3<3

Doctor Carrington Headcanons!

Okay let's get this out of the way: he's not just an asshole for the sake of being an asshole!

The dude's so damn stressed all the time! Especially after what happened at Switchboard, he feels responsible because he's the second in command

That's one of the reasons Des trusts him so much. He's not good at lying or recon work but he is good at self-dicipline, planning, and being the only mature one.

Although I feel like he's always been a bit moody, even before all that

Given that everyone other than Des and PAM are basically children with guns (looking at you especially, Deacon) he ends up feeling like a parent to most of the other agents

And he really hates feeling like a parent

This is a bit out there so bear with me, but at some point before he joined the Railroad he managed to help a child. Maybe one who survived an Institute raid on a settlement? They were the only survivor and he took them under his wing.

Despite his best efforts the child died from a preventable cause, like an infection

It really hit him hard and despite his trauma around helping vulnerable people (especially children) he became a doctor so others wouldn't have to suffer like the kid did

Then the Railroad contacted him and you know the rest

He prefers working in the Railroad over anywhere else, though. He's very introverted and appreciates the familiar faces and quiet work environment, plus most agents tend to respect him purely because he's been working there for ten or more years

He has dyslexia. Don't know where this headcanon came from. I think it was me projecting onto him but then I made it Canon In My Mind when I vaguely mentioned it in my Carrington fic (heed the tags if you're gonna read)

He gets headaches often due to his dyslexia and the ridiculous amount of paper work he has to go through (where does Des even get all that paper and ink!?), plus a fair share of sleep deprivation, dehydration, stress...

Deep down he worries a lot for the other agents. If Glory dies (I refuse to let Glory's death be canon in my mind, hence the if) it permanently messes with him and his self worth

He gives off angry Sudoku player vibes. Glory or Des will be like "chill out it's supposed to be relaxing" and Carrington is losing his mind like "where the HELL do I put the DAMN FIVE"

A lot of fanon says him and Deacon genuinely hate each other but I really disagree

He respects Deacon a lot and recognizes that he does a lot more behind the scenes than anyone knows, but he also realizes just how much of a martyr he is and just how little he cares about his own health

In the past, whenever Deacon came back hurt or sick, Carrington would try to convince him to slow down, stop running into danger, and even open up about his problems. Needless to say it didn't work.

They've got something alike to a friendship going, though. Deacon teases him, all in good fun, and Carrington doesn't point out when he's limping around HQ, or when he "borrows" a stimpack or two from his desk. He just leaves out painkillers and antibiotics in hopes Deacon with "borrow" those, too.

I'm very... partial on his relationship with Tom or Des

I feel like Tom's got A Lot Going On and it's kinda fucky that the Railroad seemingly caused his schizophrenia (?) to develop and ignored it because they needed him?

Although if anything it sounds like Carrington was worried about his health and Des was the one to ignore it, hopefully out of ignorance and not purposfully. I can't imagine Des knowingly letting Tom fall into drug addictions and paranoia, and Carrington is vocal enough that he probably would have argued with Des if he knew it was getting that bad as well

I like to think he keeps a close eye on Tom either way. He's always trying to pick up books on mental health because he's mostly focused on physical health in his day to day life, and he's taught Tom some grounding strategies over the years.

#i know this wildly jumps between depressing and funny IM SORRY #poor guys just kinda fucked up and surrounded by goofy idiots who are also kinda fucked up #more people need to be talking about him I cant think all by myself #especially that part with des ignoring toms health?? i feel like it'd be interesting to go into when it comes to the railroads morality #focusing on synths over humans is one thing... actively harming their own agents to help their cause is different #OKAY im DONE RAMBLING im SORRY #fallout 4 #railroad #doctor carrington #desdemona #deacon #tinker tom #headcanons

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I’m so rusty at writing and also it’s 3 am so I dont know what kind of quality to expect here.

I wanted to write a lot of dialogue sooo I picked out the moment when Gong decided to talk to Kuwagattan before the ambush in pp2 in Calle’s timeline. Taken kind of in a middle part of the situation.  I uhhhhhhh hope you like this very rusty ass writing.

“...Thank you, for agreeing to have a peaceful conversation,” Although his words were sincere, every word and movement felt….stilted. Performative.

General Gong shook his head slightly, watching carefully as the much larger dekapon took a step forwards. This, this didn’t feel right. They weren’t supposed to be on opposite sides like this, not at all. This--- The zigoton sighed inwardly. He felt responsible, of course he did. If he hadn’t died then none of this ever would’ve happened.

He came here for closure. That’s all. There’s no changing the past.

“Cut the formalities,” The voice of the akumapon general was jarring. It held so much familiarity to it and yet, there was such malice behind the tone. A venom to it that made him more of a stranger than before, “I’m not here to play nice. I’m merely humoring you before I tear those patapons apart.”

Of course. He couldn’t expect a politeness back. That was still a familiar facet to the other general, something he held even in the past. With the gleam off the green decals of his hammer, Gong gripped his own scythe a little tighter. He’d need to be quick. You cannot expect peace for very long, especially around an enemy.

“I understand,” More-so than he was going to state of course, “General erm...Kuwagattan. I merely wanted to ask a question.”

‘For my own sake’ was an addition he best felt left out of the equation.

It was almost difficult to judge Kuwagattan’s emotions, but there were very clear details he failed to hide away. A quirk of the brow as his expression changed to a more amused one. A glance to the side. He was thinking. But what about was much, much harder to gauge.

“A question?” The akumapon almost chuckled, a hint of annoyance still very clear, “You discover an ambush for your ally, cross enemy lines...All for a question? That’s...very you.”

He was taken aback by the statement. This was clearly bait to get under his skin, something he shouldn’t pay any mind to….And yet. The curiosity ate at him.

To Gong this wasn’t merely an enemy. He wouldn’t normally bother with such, unless he felt a truce or alternative could truly be made. This was unusual behavior of himself, thus it made the statement much more odd.

“What do you mean?” The general silently cursed himself for falling for it in the end. But, this was most likely the last time he would ever see the other. He wanted at least a few answers, even if brief or only half of the truth. Just to put this all to rest.

Kuwagattan’s eye further creased in amusement and he resisted the urge to glare, to react at all. Now wasn’t the time for petty fits or clashes. He’d learned well to remain patient.

“Heh. A Queen’s lapdog who instead of hunting down an enemy and cutting them down on-sight decides to commit to some useless honor code, who looks for some other solution in his plans before going to attack,” The akumapon’s pupil shrunk into a much smaller slit, voice half on the verge of laughter and half on rage, “Someone who learns of an ambush and instead of fighting back decides to pull--- whatever this is. Someone weak. Pathetic. Need I go on?”

“...It is not weak to seek a separate route,” Gong tried to loosen the vice-like grip on his scythe as he continued, “It is not pathetic to try to communicate with one who was once an ally.”

A resounding, yet dull thud echo’d in the crater momentarily. The zigoton stiffened, watching carefully as the other general had lowered his hammer, opting to lean against it. His expression had changed drastically. The anger and borderline hatred wasn’t concealed anymore. It was very clear that these statements were not welcome ones.

Gong wished he could blame him.

“So that’s what this is really about,” The utter venom that dripped from the low chuckle was enough to sting, enough to raise the guilt further, “You want to talk me out of what I’m doing. Bring me back and place me right back to where I was before.”

Gong took several steps back, eyeing the akumapon as he begun to circle, grumbling and increasing the grip on his weapon with every step and word as it dragged across the dirt.

“You want me to return to being Kharma’s pawn? That’s funny...Last I checked, I don’t answer to her anymore. So you can leave and tell your precious Queen that you failed. Again and again.”

There was something odd about the behavior. The hatred was very clear in his voice, but Gong could still pick up on something hidden underneath the tough facade. Hurt.

“This has nothing to do with her,” He kept his voice steady, calm, “I came here of my own will.”

“And why is that? You know we’re enemies. What are you gaining here? To try and make me feel bad for joining an army more powerful than yours? To make me regret embracing this form?”

“No.” The zigoton sighed heavily, “I’m not here to convince you to join me. I came here for a selfish reason, that much I can admit. I only wished---...To apologize. For all of this.”

The heavy footsteps that had been circling him paused. A look of confusion, hurt, and that ever venomous rage that seemed to dull at the words had taken over Kuwagattan’s features. This clearly, was something he had never been told before. At least, not like this. An apology was enough to stun him.

“...What?” his voice was much, much softer than the incredibly gruff voice he had taken before. One simple questioning word followed by an unnatural pause in the conversation.

“General Kuwagattan,” the zigoton steeled himself slightly, this whole ordeal had gotten so far out of his control, “I have made peace with Kharma. With General Spiderton. With the others who were still alive and had their souls unfairly taken. I feel--- although I know no matter what I did it would not have changed the pact--- I do feel responsible for not being able to stop it.”

Unnatural quiet. He expected a response, an interruption. Perhaps even an attack, but nothing came.

“...I am truly sorry, Beetleton.”

A moment of recognition in the other’s eye, an almost understanding look--- and then that moment of calm was gone, replaced with a furrowed brow, a shove of the hammer, a glare.

“Do not ever refer to me by that name,” Kuwagattan practically hissed, “That form of me is long gone, with all its weakness and mediocrity. That is not my name. You think that any of this matters? That I’m going to leave those pathetic cowards be? That-”

“Are you happy here?”

Another uncomfortable silence in the dark night of the crater hit. He felt like he was being dared to speak again by the utter taken aback look the other had given. Gong hadn’t meant to cut the other general off, but the question he had truly come to ask had been eating away the entire time. He needed to know.

“That’s it. That’s the question I had.”

“Wh...Why do---” the akumapon shook his head roughly, his voice lacking the bite it had much earlier in the conversation, “What kind of a stupid question is that?”

“...You are still a zigoton,” Gong replied, softer than intended, “Though we may be on different sides now, I still want to be sure that this--- This is truly what you want.”

“You’re a fool, Gong,” Came back the bitter response, though the venom seemed to be draining further with each word, sinking further into confusion, hurt, uncertainty, “This strength is all I have ever wanted, all I ever had. I owe it to Dark Hoshipon to show it off and gain revenge against those stupid circles.”

Strength. Always back to strength. The constant need to prove himself to somebody else. Being turned into a pawn yet again with no care to what happens afterwards. Gong forcefully held his tongue. Cursing his new leader could only result in a worse scuffle here. Gods forbid it turned into a full fight.

“I understand. You wished for strength, you gained such, and now you serve a new leader,” It only took a moment to think of his next words, “That. That does not answer my question, Kuwagattan.”

“What are you looking for, then? I gave you what you wanted. I’m glad to serve Dark Hoshipon in exchange for the power I’ve been given.”

“Tell me then. Is this what you believe in?”

There were clear cracks in the akumapon’s facade now, more and more of his true thoughts coming through as the conversation continued. This….wasn’t expected. However, Gong was willing to take advantage of the situation. Perhaps, prevent the general from dying once more. The quiet, almost shocked demeanor of Kuwagattan gave the zigoton another opportunity to speak.

“You do not wish to be a pawn again. Therefore it’s only fair to ask you. Do you want to fight for this? To destroy everything alongside that star? Is it what you truly believe in?”

“I-” The rage died off in the akumapon’s throat, replaced with a low, almost whimper-like sound of frustration and pain. He was breaking, “...What does it matter, anyways?”

“It matters because there’s a choice,” Gong kept his tone firm, “You do not have to be a pawn to another leader who wishes to achieve a goal with no worry for the consequences. You, Kuwagattan, can leave. You can find something you really believe in. Something worth that time.”

The hammer fell to the dirt, replaced with balled fists and a gaze that refused to meet his own.

“...If you’re so wise about all this,” the akumapon’s voice was more like a hoarse croak now, holding back appearing weaker, even for a moment, “Then, what is there to believe in?”

The question had taken him a moment to process. A vulnerable, honest sentence. Something sincere that wasn’t hidden behind pretending that he was better than such a fear.

“I cannot tell you what to believe in, or what to fight for,” the zigoton general dipped his head down, “That’s not for me to decide. If you choose to leave this charade behind, to abandon your leader, you can find out for yourself. There is a lot to fight for in this world, a lot to care about. That much I can promise you.”

Gong watched as Kuwagattan’s gaze led upwards to the night sky, something almost contemplative about it all. Something much, much more vulnerable. Very strange.

“A lot to fight for, huh?” There was a complete lack of rage, a complete 180 from the personality he had been clinging to before. This was so much more different. Calm, collected, “I’ve seen a lot of fights, but I don’t think I’ve ever believed in the cause. Not truly. This is all I have.”

“...It doesn’t have to be,” he held back the urge to offer the other a hand, “You can go at anytime, and find something better out there.”

“And if there’s nothing out there?”

“Then,” The zigoton leader cleared his throat, “Then you find me. You are still a zigoton general, a good warrior. I would be glad to help.”

“...I had considered running away before,” The much gentler tone was still deeply unusual. Had his words really worn away the akumapon this much? “It just never seemed to make sense.”

“It’s up to you. If you want to stay, or leave. It’s not weak to decide this isn’t worth fighting for.”

The eye contact was a wordless form of recognition. The fear of weakness. The confusion of it all.

“...I’m still going to face them,” Kuwagattan finally spoke up after a moment, “I feel like--- It will decide for me, that fight.”

Of course. The goal of the night was never to stop the attempted ambush. He couldn’t expect it all to be called off, to suddenly be allies, or friends. He just wanted this simple closure. To know his apology was heard, even if not accepted.

“I understand,” Gong gave a respectful bow, “Warriors are born to fight.”

“...You’re going to warn them.”

The statement took a moment to realize the context. The ambush. His discovery of it.

“Ah. Yes, of course. The patapons are an ally of the zigotons. It would be wrong not to warn them of the attack you had planned.”

“...I will prepare accordingly.”

“I am sure you will,” It was clear the conversation had gone as far as it could, with the end approaching  quite quickly, “I shall be on my way.”

A grunt of acknowledgment signaled the general that it was over, his presence was no longer needed. He could only hope, with the strange, strange mind Kuwagattan had always been known for in the past,  that perhaps his words had truly made an impact. A senseless death of one that he still saw as an equal...It would be unfortunate. The quiet chirping of insects were both welcome and strange after everything that had occurred as he stepped around the rocky terrain of the Babaran Crater. Had he done the right thing? Said the right words?

“General Gong?”

The gruff voice almost caught the zigoton off guard, causing him to jolt before turning slightly to look behind himself. The other held an almost ‘smile’ with his eye, a strange, almost understanding one. Quietly, Gong motioned for him to continue his words, a mixture of uncertainty and hope gripping him.

“...Perhaps we will meet again soon.”

And with the statement, Kuwagattan had disappeared off into the darkness opposite of himself, leaving the general to consider what he had meant alone.

It’s funny, how differently things play out compared to one’s thoughts. Meet again soon...

“I certainly hope so.”

#Rabbit At The Keyboard (ooc) #Writings (oneshots) #Wise General (Gong) #Stubborn Beetle (Kuwagattan) #(This was fun but I also hope my dyslexia didn't mess up too much of it + im so rusty at writing help

[ecclais-fouoras]

Sometimes moving on is good

Chapter 3&4

The two of you met often for drinks and chatting, while you exchanged a few messages.

You : Hey😝✌️ what is up ? I haven't heard from you today, is everything ok? Btw i finished your recipe but the cake 🍰 was not looking good😭🤣

Diane : hi, sorry i was busy with work. what happened with the cake? Oh i know you must have overcooked it, i used to do that all the time at first. What does btw mean? And why are there little faces on my phone ?

You :🤣oh honey...those are smileys you use that to had emotions to texts. AND Btw means by the way, everybody knows that diane.

Diane: haha ! Well I don't, anyways I finally finished the book you handed me last time.

You: OMG ALREADY??? IN 3 DAYS ! did you at least like it?

Diane: i did especially because of Jude’s past. Oh, and then Jude’s present, because sometimes life just keeps knocking people down, even when they’ve already suffered more than anyone ever should.

You: yes ohh it was so sad. I almost shead a tear. Which does not happen often !

Especially when reading... But I'm glad you liked it.😘

Diane: well i did the writing was really good, and the plot was interesting, what do you mean especially when you read ?

You: well... I always have trouble connecting to a book, especially when I have to read it, AND WHEN IT'S LONNNG🤣

In all seriousness I just have a hard time reading for as long as I can remember.

Diane: oh...why is that??

You: well I was diagnosed with An Oral and Written Language Learning Disability with impairment in reading and a specific reading comprehension deficit years ago. So basically my brain don't wORK.

Diane: i apologise that was intrusive of me

You: oh no don't worry I'm fine with talking about it, it's not that big of a deal, it doesn't stop me from messing up your cake🤭😭.

Diane: 😂 you'll do better next time don't worry. Do you know what are the causes ? You don't have to answer. It's just, well medicine interests me a lot.

You: apparently an abnormal cortical development, that occurs before or during the sixth month of fetal brain development, may have Abnormal cell formation known as ectopias, and more rarely, vascular micro-malformations, and microgyrus.

It's all big words but yeah those are the latest studies about dyslexia sais.

Diane: oh okay, i never thought it was actually physical, it's good to know

you: me neither until I searched it ! Even if I had it🤣. Sorry i gotta go I'm gonna be late for work !

Diane : sure, have fun! well Don't have fun...you know what I mean

Goodbye y/n.

When you got back from work you directly went on your phone hoping that diane sent you a message just so you'd have an excuse to talk to her. You had just seen her a few days before but somehow you still missed her, and little did you know she was missing you too.

After a few weeks you grew closer, and she invited you over for lunch or brunch, but tonight, you were going out. Together. You had asked her on a date a few days before.

"Hi Diane ? Yes it's me I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me on Friday ?...mmm...yes well I know a great place next to the cinema... Totally we can go out to the movies and then diner...what do you want to see ? Okay, cool see you then."

Yes, you were neighbors, you could've asked her in person, but you didn't want to be rejected face to face, it seamed easier to do on the phone.

And tonight was the night, the movie didn't start until a few hours, but you had already started getting ready. You picked up a nice outfit, Classy but casual, and put on just a little make up.

On the other side of the road diane was also starting to prepare, she was -not gonna lie- overall a bit anxious, why did you ask her out? Was it a date ? No it couldn't be, you'd never think of her like this. She was lucky to call you her friend, maybe you didn't even think of her as a friend ? God I'm so silly i got carried away, she probably doesn't even like me back. She was completely overwhelmed with thoughts, her breathing was shallow and she could not get in the right headspace as she put on her outfit.

She didn't notice that it was almost time, and that you were going to show up anytime to pick her up.

She offered to drive but you said you'd like too since you worked from home and didn't drive your car out often.

next thing she knows, her doorbell rings and as she goes down the stairs you hear her say "coming !" in a soft voice.

"I'm so sorry I barely even finished getting ready... Here come in I just have to find my shoes and I'll be right there." She looked so beautiful in her bordeaux dress that you didn't register her words.

"...o.. okay.." you manage to say while eyeing her up and down. Even if she didn't seem to know, she was beyond beautiful and you were going to make sure she did.

"You look.." you couldn't finish you sentence before she started rambling and letting all of her anxieties taking over her speach.

-" what too much, oh no i should have never put on that, sorry i thought it was cute but I'm too old for this and ugl...

She didn't have time to finish you just cut her off;

-"NO ! No i ment you look beautiful like this"

You couldn't help but feel attracted to her right now, but you put it aside, she didn't like women obviously?

-"Oh...wait really ?" You could feel the shakiness in her tone

"Yes...of course you look cute, and the dress is amazing on you. Don't even worry about it you are a very beautiful women diane."

You said in a firm voice that made her knees go weak.

"Well we should get going sweetie, do you have your shoes?"

"Yes..let's go" she closed the door blushing widely as you opened up the door to your car.

You bowed as you said "Milady" in a formal tone

She giggled softly and it was the most precious sound in the universe.

The car drive went by in a comfortable silence as just the soft music and a bit of humming could be heard.

You invited her to the movies, she offered the popcorn and choose your seats.

It wasn't necessarily a scary movie, but when things got a little tense, you could see her clench the armrest, so you scooted over and offered her your shoulder so she could hold on to you. After a bit of esitaton she accepted your embrace and the two of you cuddled together while the movie played. She gasped and then laughed at herself a few times.

When the credits started to roll none of you wanted to move, but you broke the silence and told her;

"As much as I'd like to stay here and cuddle you... I think the dude standing there with the bucket needs us to leave... Also the reservation is in ten minutes."

She sighed softly in defeat, gathered her bag and started to get up.

She rose too quickly and felt dizzy as her legs started to buckle. But you cought her hips before she could fall.

"It's okay...I got you", you said softly in her ear.

"Are you good? Can you walk" you asked as you still held her hips firmly. Which send a shiver down her spine, and a tingle down further to the both of you.

"Yeah.. I'm good thank you I just got up too fast".

You both went to the restaurant, the waiter took your orders and you both started to chat about anything and everything, the movies, life, cake, and even your delicious pastries.

"I was NOT scared !?"

-"YES you totally were ! you clang on to me the whole time I heard you whimper at Thé screen everytime there was something scary on."

-"sorry about that..."

-"why are you apologizing ? If it had bothered me i would have told you so..."

-"oh..okay, but I wasn't scared, just sometimes the movie was making me anxious ! I mean like that part in the stairs...brr..gave me chills."

-"alright alright fine..you weren't scared...I'll give it to you.. just because your cute"

She nearly choked at your comment and became as red as your wine.

"It's okay you don't have to be shy with me."

-"Do you really think I'm cute?"

-"Yeah, already told you you were cute today; and well not just tonight"

-"thank you y/n"

"Anytime diane, you are beautiful i want you to know that"

She didn't want to cry in front of you but you saw the tear she was desperately trying to hide run down her cheek, and got worried.

"Oh diane...are you okay ? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable... please look at me" you moved closer to wipe the tears off of her face, and gently stroked her cheek.

"I'm fine y/n, just it's been a long time since anybody called me beautiful"

-"Well that's a shame then, and I'll make sure you hear it a lot more."

"You don't have to do that... I don't need to hear it"

-"You do. And you should be hearing it, i don't know why it stopped but I'll make sure it doesn't ever again"

She sobbed at your words again

"Oh No...sweet girl don't cry.. please... you're okay diane, I'm here always, I'm your friend"

She calmed down a bit, and felt butterflies in her stomach at what you said.

-"You are? You mean you actually want to be ?"

"OF course silly, i wouldn't have invited you to diner if I didn't at least like you diane."

Just after that sentence left your mouth the waiter arrived to pick up your plates, you breathed out 'thank you' as he left.

"You know, I don't understand why you didn't think I liked you, at leaaaast a little ?"

You joked as you took a sip of your glass.

"Well.. I've been alone for so long now...I don't know...i thought you were just hanging out with me because you didn't have a choice...".

You were saddened by her words

"Diane..I... if I had known you felt that way I would have said something a long time ago ! I don't want you to think for a second that i am here out of pity or because I got nothing better to do. I'm here cause I wanted to have a nice evening out with you."

You said as you put your hand on top of hers, when she didn't draw back you started to gently stroke it.

"Would you two like some dessert ?"

You pulled away to take the menu form the waitress.

"Do you want some dessert diane? They have apple pie, and tiramisu?"

-"i don't know...I'm not that hungry for both but i don't want to choose."

-"we can share you know"

-"huh? What do you mean"

-"well, i take the apple pie, you take the tiramisu, and we split"

-"are you sure? I wouldn't want to bother y..."

You cut her off before she could go any further.

"Yes I'm sure diane"

"..o..okay then"

"Are YOU sure??" You asked in a funny tone

She giggled and nodded.

You asked the waiter for both and shared when they arrived. After fighting a bit over who would pay you told diane that you had asked her out and therefore you should pay, "and if you want to pay so bad... you'll pay next time."

Both of you were full, you had spent an incredible night, it was dark but you offered diane a quick walk around the park, and she agreed. The two of you made your way back to the car after laughing your asses of and getting even closer than before.

You drove her back to your...her house. And before she entered her home you softly said;

"Well diane, i had an amazing night, we have to do that again sometime."

-"yes we do, i had so much fun too"

-"And I ment everything i said tonight,.."

For a few moments you just looked at each other, your gaze met her lips and she thought about how sweet they would taste before thinking 'who am i kidding she'll never kiss me, get those thoughts out of your head diane'

Before you could process what was happening, both of your bodies grew closer and your eyes shifted between both of your lips you kissed her, softly. it was a calm and quiet kiss. You broke off for air and looked into her eyes. You caressed her cheeks and put your hand on the small of her back before kissing her again, she moaned inside your lips and you took the chance to put your tongue in her mouth. Her hands flew to your neck and she kissed you back.

After a few minutes of making out you pulled away, you didn't really want to break the moment but you asked

"Diane... it's late i should go back home..."

She looked a hurt and a bit sad while she let you go.

"No don't.. I don't regret kissing you Diane don't worry. I just want to take this slow"

"Oh alright I thought you didn't... nevermind. Go home y/n, it's getting cold out here" she looked down at her hands and

"..you don't regret it don't you?"

"No i enjoyed it" she said blushing slightly.

"Good... I'll see you tomorrow then... Good night diane"

you kissed her sweetly again before leaving and you both smiled like teenagers who just had their first date.

-"Sweet dreams y/n"

#diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #sarah paulson fanfiction