#ask diane sherman

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TW: dom!Alice (not soft), mommy kink, titty washing, teasing, degradation, fingering (r receiving), scissoring, mocking, spitting, vulgarity, choking, hair-pulling... I think that's it? Let me know.

idk how many words 😭

AN: Ummmm hi :) I had written this nearly a year ago, so I decided to revise it and put it on this lovely little app :) I'm currently working on finishing my first request! Let me know how you like it! (also, if you want to be a part of my tag list let me know! There are only 25 of you but, oh well) Please be kind, but if you have any suggestions or requests, don't be scared to speak up!

MINORS DNI PLEASE!! 18+!!! It makes me extremely uncomfortable at the thought of a minor interacting, please don't!!

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ALICE POV

Oh how I missed my sweet baby. After a terrible day with Phyllis, having to pretend to be against who I really am, who I love, I'm exhausted and ready to be with y/n. Thankfully she allowed us all to go home early, and I almost sped to get to my kitten.

Running through the rain after getting out of the car, I run to our front door, giggling slightly as I get drenched. I burst through the door and see her head pop up from the couch in the living room.

Y/n beams and giggles at how soaked I am. “Alice! You’re home early, is something wrong?”

Oh, my sweet girl... she's always so caring and concerned about me. I smile wide and shake my head, chuckling as I start to strip in our mudroom.

“No sweetness, Phyllis let us leave early, thank goodness. It was getting suffocating.” I pout slightly and slide my unbuttoned blouse off, only in my bra and skirt now.

With a huff I make my way to the laundry room, hearing my baby following close behind like the cute little puppy she is. “I'm so sorry, mommy.. I’m so glad you’re home, I.. I missed you very much.”

Now, I heard what she said, but I couldn’t catch on to the shyness at the end of her sentence, I would’ve realized she meant more than just, missing me..

But unfortunately, I was so focused on getting my clothes in the wash that I didn’t notice. I just nod and grin, closing the lid on the wash before glancing at her. “Aw, mommy missed you too, sweetheart!” I say as I kiss her head, rushing to the bathroom to wash myself off.

Y/N POV

She wasn’t getting it! All day, I’ve been waiting as patiently as I possibly could for her to get home. Last night we were so close to having play time, but mommy was just exhausted, so we stopped to just cuddle and sleep. I didn’t wanna push it, but now I can’t take it. It's been a week since I've been ruined like I need.

Following her closely, my cheeks flush from witnessing her strip from her clingy clothes, and now she’s NAKED. I don’t understand how she’s just so casual.

She’s talking about something, I hadn’t realized until I felt a hand cup my cheek. I snap out of my trance and look up to see Alice’s brows knitted in concern.

“Sweet girl, are you alright?” The pet name and her soft voice is certainly not helping the pool forming in my underwear.

I go to speak and feel how watery my mouth is, immediately making me blush. I open my mouth and then shut it, nodding as I look up at her shyly. Her eyes slightly squint and she looks down at my lips, a light smirk forming on hers.

“Oh baby, you’re drooling.” she mutters, moving her thumb to swipe over my bottom lip. I can’t stop the slight whimper that erupts in my throat, and I watch, my eyes widening as she brings her thumb to her own lips and sucks my drool off.

“Hm, nummy.”

Fuck. I feel my brows knit as I feel the urge to plead. She winks at me and then hums, softly chuckling at my demeanor. She pulls out a washcloth out of one of the cabinets and turns on the shower, stepping in but keeping the curtain open wide. I just stand there in awe as she lathers the washcloth with soap, and then uses it to wash herself.

She looks into my eyes as she washes her breast, her bottom lip hooked in between her teeth, but I don’t pay attention to that, my eyes wander down to her soapy tits.

I blush in shame when a whine slips out of me at the sight of her, the way she tilts her head up slowly, humming out a groan at the feeling of the warm water hitting her smooth skin.

After a moment she looks back at me, chuckling. “Baby, go strip and lay down in bed, I wanna have cuddles when I’m done.” She speaks so innocently, as if she hasn’t been kneading her tits right in front of me.

“But I-” I go to protest, but her eyes narrow and I feel my words get caught in my throat. “Listen to mommy, kitten. Do as I say.” she says in a soft but impossibly intimidating tone.

I immediately nod, glancing at her body one more time before backing out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. I take a deep breath, slightly shaking from what just happened.

I quickly undress, peeling my underwear off and clearly seeing the soaked patch, making me go red. I put my clothes in the laundry basket and crawl onto the bed, huffing softly as I slide under the covers to try and soften the goosebumps forming on my bare body.

I wrap my arms around my pillow and pout to myself, facing away from the bathroom door so I don’t have the urge to run back in and plead for Alice to fuck me.

I eventually zone out, listening to the shower running and Alice’s soft hums as she finishes up. I don’t even realize that it’s stopped, so as soon as I feel a hand on my shoulder I jolt and whip my head around to see Alice giggling. 

“Jumpy little thing, aren’t you? You silly girl.” Her tone makes my face flush and I scrunch my nose, turning to put my face in my pillow as I let out a few shy giggles, feeling butterflies in my tummy. 

I feel a shift in the bed and then suddenly her warm soft body is pressed into mine. Her arms wrap around my middle as she pulls me against her further, my breathing getting heavy at the feeling of her fingers stroking my lower stomach.

At the feeling of her breath hitting the back of my neck my hips wiggle slightly while squeaking out a little whine. At that she lets out a breathy chuckle as she presses her palm flat against my abdomen. 

“Stay still, my desperate little baby.” she whispers in a silky voice, immediately causing a shiver to run through me. I am breathing out my words, trying my best to stay still for her. “M-Mommy, mommy could you please..” I trail off, groaning as I feel the tightness in my chest, my shyness making me lose the words.

“Please what? What do you need mommy to do for you, baby?” she coos into my ear, and my eyes roll slightly as she strokes my earlobe with the tip of her warm tongue. 

I don’t stop myself- I can’t, starting to rock my hips against her front, feeling as if I was going to explode at any moment. I gulp and sputter before finding words.

“Fu-uck me, touch me mommy- please!” I plead out in soft whimpers, where she just responds with a hum and a sudden suck at my pulse point. I choke out a little moan, and as I do so I feel her hand slide down further to cup my mess of a cunt. 

“Oh, my poor baby is so wet, isn’t she?”

With a quick nod in response she suddenly pushes her middle finger slips through my lips and slides through them to collect the messy arousal . My eyelids flutter as I feel my head grow foggy and I moan weakly, my clit throbbing in response to her touch. 

“So responsive for mommy, so sensitive.. You can’t even handle mommy’s touch, can you? You dumb little thing.” Her voice just makes me sink deeper into her as I completely give into her.

She bends her finger and gently swirls the tip of it around my entrance. I groan out a few needy whimpers and nod my head, needing her inside of me. She slowly slips the end of her long finger into my entrance, and my response to that is simply clenching around it.

She helps me roll onto my back and presses herself onto me, looking into my eyes as she pushes her finger in further and starts to pump in and out of me slowly, curling her finger to hit my spongy spot perfectly. 

I scrunch my face and start to let out soft little moans, my eyes growing heavy as she starts to go even faster. “Fu-uck yes mommy, need more I- please!” I look at her with the widest eyes, whimpering as her eyes have grown deeper brown instead of their usually rich honey color. “My cute little baby, you want more? God, you’re such a needy slut.” She uses her free hand to suddenly grab my face, digging her fingers into my jaw while small grunts slip out of her mouth.

Alice seems so soft, she really just looks so innocent, but she’s far from. On the outside, around others, she is never in control. She’s always talked down to, or not listened to. So when she’s home she likes to be the boss, likes to be in control. Which is the best thing for me, what I’ve always needed.

“Your mouth looks dry baby, you need mommy to fix that?” I go to respond but before I can she spits right on my tongue, making me choke out a loud moan and clench roughly around her finger. 

“That was a rhetorical question, stupid whore.” She hisses, pulling her finger out before I can even react.

She brings her hand down on my puffy cunt, making me squeal in surprise. While she laughs deeply and I whine, wiggling my hips when she pulls away from me completely.

She narrows her eyes as she sits up on her knees between my legs, her soft tits bouncing slightly as she sits. 

“If you don’t stop moving, mommy will leave you right here and go sleep in the guest room.” Her soft voice is gone and what replaces it is a voice that sends a straight shock to my core. I gulp and nod rapidly, obediently freezing every muscle in my body. 

Her smile silently praises me and she leans on all fours, her body hovering over mine. She moves her face into my neck, and I immediately tilt my head back to give her room. 

“Hm, such a good girl for mommy, my obedient little kitten.” She whispers against my neck as she leaves wet little kisses all over my neck. Just as I start melting into her touch and relaxing, she bites down hard onto my neck, immediately making me whine and buck my hips up.

Her chuckle makes me freeze again, and she soothes the bite mark she just made with her tongue before clicking it while she lifts her head up. Her face gets close to mine, twisted with fake pity.

“Poor baby, you couldn’t help but move your hips when mommy nibbled on you, huh?” she says in a sickly sweet voice, making my cheeks turn deep red. She smiles with her teeth and before I can blink she’s grabbing my throat. I gasp and arch my neck, looking into her eyes with wide helpless ones. 

“M’sorry, m’sorry mommy pl-please..” I breathe out, gulping against her hand. She giggles at me and then uses her free hand to slowly pull my thigh up.

She sits up straighter while keeping her hand around my neck, positioning her hot center against mine. Her eyes flutter as they stay on mine and I can’t help but groan softly as I hear our arousal mixing together. 

I let out soft whines when she doesn’t start moving, only to hear soft hushes in response. “Shh baby, just be patient. Mommy’s gonna make us feel so so good.” She breathes out, her words making my clit twitch slightly, and my hips ache with the need to move but I wanna be good for her.

Her bottom lip slid in between her teeth, her brows furrowed together and her eyes only narrowed as she started rolling her hips so slowly. I thought I was gonna explode, she knows just what to do to make that happen, too. I almost start to tear up as she tortures me with the leisurely pace, and she sees how my face starts to scrunch up.

“Oh, is my little one gonna cry? Tsk tsk tsk, we can’t have an unhappy fucktoy, can we?” She almost sounds like she’s mocking me, but the caring tone she uses only makes me clench around nothing. 

The chuckle that comes out of her quickly turns into a gasp when my cunt suddenly contracts against her, but before I could even react to her reaction, she suddenly thrusts herself turbulently against my weeping pussy.

I instantly yelp in surprise my own hips bucking in response, which immediately just starts a mess of uncontrollable movements from the both of us. I know Alice can’t take anymore of even her own teasing, and God knows I can’t. So we just frantically hump against each other; grunts, whines, and squelching noises filling the air. 

Her hand squeezes my neck tighter, making it that much harder to breathe, but the light fuzzy feeling from the lack of oxygen only makes me feel more pleasure.

Alice leans down above me, her breath hitting my cheek. “Fuck baby, just like that- yesssss! Keep moving like that sweet girl. Mmm fuck, you’re gonna make mommy- fuck! Gonna make mommy cum all over your pretty pussy.”

 After she grunts that out in my ear I practically squeal out a whine, closing my eyes and focusing the feeling of her slightly bulging clit against my swollen one. 

I make my walls clench, knowing she’ll feel it. I was right, she starts moaning louder and throws her head up the moment I do. My face twists pleadingly, and I start to practically weep for her. “Please cum mommy, pl-please make a mess on me…” With that she lets go of my neck just to reach up and grip my hair with both of her hands.

Within minutes I feel her stomach starting to contract against mine, and then suddenly she tenses hard and groans louder than ever. 

“BABY! Fuck, fuck fuck take my cum- YES TAKE MY FUCKING CUM SLUT!” She bucks her hips harder than ever, and before I can say anything my orgasm hits me. 

I grip onto her shoulders and let out high pitched moans, my thoughts dissipating as I can only focus on our clits pulsating against each other and Alice muttering, “Take my cum.” over and over in my ear.

After riding out our shared highs, Alice hums and burrows her face in my sweaty neck, placing little kisses on my throbbing pulse point.

“Mm, that was s’good mommy,” I mumble, whimpering as I try to clamp my legs shut, but Alice’s are tangled in mine, making it impossible. “Mommy, feel sensitive..” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her neck. She only coos softly, slowly raising her head to look down at me with a small smile. 

“I know baby, let’s try to relax a little more, then we’ll have a nice, hot bubble bath, okay?” I immediately smile at the sound of that and nod slowly, giggling lightly as well. Alice grins wider and moves her hand to tuck some hair behind my ear. As she does so I can’t stop my eyes from fluttering shut, feeling so safe and satisfied in her arms. 

“Oh how I love you, my sweet baby..”

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I have an herbal remedy to help with that if you feel so inclined.

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It was lovely having dinner with you last night, Lana. I hope the guest room bed was comfy for you. -Diane Sherman

It was very comfortable Diane. Thank you for letting me stay over

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It'd been several years since you watched the breaking news bulletin about a patient escaping from the secure psych ward of a correctional facility- the anxiety and fear that had plagued you for months after had finally dissipated.

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— for the hope of it all

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

pairing: diane sherman x reader

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

word count: 2100

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Miss Sherman—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Couples Retreat [Pt.2]

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

ASMR: Blue Takeoff & Landing

A/N: I wrote this tipsy, it's all over the place. Not edited, sue me.

Wordcount: 5.3k

6:02pm

A pleasant blue hue covered all of the passengers in first class.

Empty champagne glasses were collected—some of which had been refilled nearly three times. Headphones were dispersed for those wanting to tune into the film playing. However, most of the passengers chose to sleep or gaze out of the windows at the dark, passing clouds. To say the experience was luxurious compared to most flights Mina had been on was an understatement.

Alas, there was only one thing keeping her from fully enjoying it.

“Cordelia, for the sake of my sanity, please let it go,” Wilhemina grumbled in a whisper as she tried to relax against her seat. A lilac neck pillow aided in supporting her neck, however, the earplugs she brought were to no avail as Cordelia took the opportunity of the long flight to question her intentions about the woman they had met earlier.

“All I’ve done was ask a question,” Cordelia began, “One you can’t seem to answer… which gives me an answer,” She whispered softly, not wanting to interrupt the sleep of any of the surrounding passengers. Wilhemina frowned at her statement and remained quiet. Inside of her mind, the origin of her lover’s anger replayed over and over again.

“I’m no fool, Mina. That look you gave her— you’ve only given that look to me... Were you attracted to her?”

Wilhemina would have responded earlier, but the truth was, she was hurt by Delia’s accusation. Yes, the woman from earlier was attractive, however, Mina wasn’t attracted to her. The only person who could fulfill her being entirely and set her heart aflame was Cordelia. Hell, she even married her to prove it! If it wasn’t for her already knowing how deceptive the last person Cordelia married was, she would have shut down altogether. But now that she had taken time to respond rather than react, Cordelia thought she was intentionally dismissing her.

A few moments passed, leaving Cordelia to scoff at Wilhemina’s lack of words. Twisting in her seat so that her knees were facing away from the redhead, she wondered how a perfect morning had turned into a sour day. Perhaps she was overexaggerating, but Cordelia couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that resided in the pit of her stomach; and if being the Supreme had taught her anything, it was to always follow her gut.

Feeling her shift, Wilhemina slowly uncrossed her fingers that lay on her lap and reached out a manicured hand towards her Delia. It landed softly on the witch’s thigh, seeing as that her new position made her knees too far for Mina to grasp. She turned her head towards Cordelia after slowly opening her eyes. The blonde still faced the window, most likely watching the city lights below to ease her nerves. Mina gently squeezed the soft flesh, waiting a moment for the witch to show interest in her again.

This wasn’t how she wanted to start their vacation.

Cordelia remained unmoved and Wilhemina couldn’t take it any longer. She squeezed the blonde’s thigh again, pleading softly, “Delia… please look at me.” Taking a moment to breathe before returning to her original position, she was met with Mina’s heavy, dark eyes. The hand that once laid on Cordelia’s thigh lifted up to gently cup her cheek. Cordelia couldn’t help but melt into her touch. “The answer is no.” Cordelia’s eyebrows furrowed as Mina’s thumb swiftly caressed her smooth skin. “Delia… the only woman I am attracted to is you.”

They both took a moment to relish in silence.

It was as if they had become in tune with one another. Cordelia basked in the heat radiating from her lover’s hand and Wilhemina focused on the sensation of her wife’s skin beneath her fingertips. Her thumb halted for a moment as her hand sank a bit further down Delia’s face. She glided her fingertips towards the witch’s lips, allowing her eyes to fall from their shared gaze.

Cordelia momentarily closed her eyes, feeling Mina’s fingers ghost across her lips. As she opened them again, she leaned in, laying a soft kiss on each frigid fingertip. Wilhemina shuddered, finding the light sensation quite pleasing. Something the Supreme took a mental note of. Mina bit the inside of her bottom lip, not entirely slipping it beneath her teeth.

Cordelia replayed all of their earlier conversations in her mind and felt a pang of guilt; pausing her kisses. “Mina…” Her glossy eyes met the redhead’s, “I know I should trust you, but I…” Her hoarse voice broke off into silence as a few tears escaped her eyes, “…I’m sorry… I didn’t-”

“Shh… you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for,” Wilhemina stated, feeling a bit of courage. Her thumbs wiped away the tears of her distraught partner as she pulled her closer. Ever since Cordelia entered her life, she allowed Wilhemina a safe space for her emotions. She’d never dismissed them; always validating her lover’s feelings as long as they weren’t self-deprecating. Now, it was Mina’s turn. The redhead laid her forehead against Delia’s and stared deeply into her eyes. “I know your past… I know your wounds… and I know I may not be the best person to help you heal them, but I’ll try…” A great heat spread across Wilhemina’s face as if embarrassment had kissed the apples of her cheeks while wearing red lipstick. She was at a loss for words, so awkwardly, her heart took over her tongue, “I’ll always try for you, Delia… You are everything and more. Believe me when I tell you that it is only you.”

Cordelia could feel her eyes glaze over with emotion. Mina was a lot of things but being emotional wasn’t one of them. It was rare for her to be this raw and vulnerable—especially somewhere public. Cordelia nodded and bit her quivering lip in an attempt to halt any insecurity from spilling over. For whatever reason, her thoughts held her hostage and reminded her of how easily someone could walk out of her life again.

Perhaps this was how it felt to walk in her wife’s shoes.

Looking over with slightly unfocused eyes and a foggy brain, you watched the older women embrace. You had just woken up from a hard nap and everyone around you seemed to still be under the spell of drowsiness. You brought your hand up to rub the sleep from your eyes as Diane stirred beside you. Somebody must have been having a bad dream. Transferring your attention to the woman who had accompanied you on the flight, you smiled at how messy her hair was. Careful not to wake the sleeping woman, you gently raked your fingers through her tresses until her auburn waves no longer spilled messily across her face.

As you took in Diane’s features, you couldn’t help but linger on her long lashes and soft lips. You wondered how a woman as lovely as she could be on vacation all alone, then again, your own circumstance wasn’t foreign to the concept. As you continued to memorize each beauty mark and freckle adorning her face, a hoarse, yet sultry voice rang out quietly.

“Do you always offer strangers a first-class seat, or was today her lucky day?”

You glanced behind you, eyeing the businesswoman between the seats. With a decorous smile, you chuckled, “Her lucky day, I suppose. However, if it were up to me, I would have preferred the original plans set for this flight.”

“Oh?” Her attention peaked as she slid off her blazer and stretched. Your eyes immediately fell over her extended torso, “Such as?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and stopped yourself from oversharing, “I don’t think going into detail would be a good idea.”

She lifted her wrist, glancing at the fancy watch, “It seems we have about an hour left on this flight. It would be a shame if we exited the same as how we boarded.”

Arching an eyebrow and meeting the audacious woman’s gaze, you queried, “And how did we board?”

“As strangers, of course.” A sly smirk graced her lips.

“Hm,” You internally debated on opening up to the woman. After all, she was a stranger, but what really made her any different from Diane? Both could be psychotic for all you knew. Then again, after today, it was obvious that you knew nothing. Especially when it came to the ‘relationship’ you shared with Ivy. “You first, red suit.”

She simpered confidently, “I’m Ally.” Holding her hand out for what you assumed was a handshake, she continued, “And you?”

Smiling back in a coquettish manner, you slipped your hand between the small gap in the seats, “Y/N. I doubt you’ll forget it if we share the same destination.”

Firmly grasping your hand, she restrained it from moving. Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding why both hands weren’t formally shaking. Within a second, Ally leaned in and kissed the back of your hand amorously. You froze, watching as her lips slowly pulled away, yet grazed against the sensitive skin. Her eyes pierced your own and that sly smirk returned. It was as if she mastered hypnosis because you were completely entranced. Her skin set yours aflame as you fought off the butterflies fluttering about in your belly.

Ivy was never this charming.

Stirring once more, Diane shifted to lay her head on your shoulder; frowning at your awkward position. You quickly reclaimed your hand and cleared your throat before she could awaken. A low chuckle could be heard from behind you as you flushed from the sudden interaction.

*

“Ladies and gentlemen, Sona Airlines welcomes you to Lucia, California. The local time is 7:22pm. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate. The Captain will then turn off the ‘Fasten Seat Belt’ sign, indicating it is safe to stand. Please use caution when opening the overhead compartments and removing items, since articles may have shifted during flight.”

“About time,” Diane mumbled to herself, trying to get a signal from her phone. “Chloe’s probably worried sick.”

You giggled softly and shook your head, “How old is your daughter? You haven’t mentioned her much.”

“For good measure, I assume,” Ally muttered low enough for only you to hear. You glanced between the seat, throwing her a lour.

“Oh, Chloe’s 17. She’s turning 18 soon.” Diane began, showing you a picture of her. You had to admit, she didn’t favor Diane as much as you expected.

“She’s beautiful, Diane.” You smiled, “Is she looking at any colleges?”

Her smile faltered at your question, “Well, Chloe is um… College isn’t really in the plans.”

You nodded, empathetically, “I can understand.” You laid a comforting hand on hers, “I chose to skip a few years and by the time I thought about attending university, I was already in a suitable career. Everyone’s path is different. I’m sure she will excel at whatever she puts her mind to.” Diane nodded in agreeance as you continued, “Besides, if she’s anything like you, I’m sure she’ll go far.”

She blushed immensely from your statement, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ears, “I sure hope so.”

You smiled and playfully bumped your shoulder against hers, hoping it would help ease her nerves, “I still can’t believe you have a teenager. You don’t look a day over 25.”

She laughed, playfully pushing you, “Nonsense, but thank you. She’s my world, truly.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, focusing on how radiant her smile was. Although Ivy was still very much present in your mind, you had to admit that Diane was a great distraction—and a very attractive one, at that.

“If I may ask, what all do you have planned once we land?” You fidgeted with your phone, trying your hardest to ignore the overwhelming urge to check it for any calls or texts from your absent ‘lover’.

Diane bit her lip, thinking to herself, “Not much. I’ll most likely order in and watch a movie.” You nodded in response, taking in her words. You figured she didn’t want to give out much information since safety was the first priority when traveling alone, and understandably so. At least, until, “I’ll be residing at the Caille Blanc Villa for my whole stay...” You bit your bottom lip, holding in a smirk, “In case you decide to stop by at any point. I’m sure with your spouse not joining  you, you’ll have a bit of free time on your hands.”

Ally cleared her throat and stood up, grabbing her things from the overhead. You ignored her and smiled at Diane, “It seems I’ll be seeing more of you than I expected.” Her head tilted in confusion, “I’m residing at the Caille Blanc Villa as well. All the couples on this retreat are given suites there.”

Ally snickered, mumbling under her breath, “What a coincidence.”

You peered at the standing woman, preparing to respond before Diane beat you to it, “What was that?” She asked, staring directly at Ally. Her expression held no trace of benevolence for the brunette.

Lifting her carry-on bag onto her shoulder, Ally smiled; feigning innocence, “Oh, nothing.” Her hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, “I’ll see you at the Villa, hm?” With a wink, she strutted off passing other passengers who were retrieving their belongings as well.

You shook your head and returned your attention back to Diane, “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” She chuckled lightly, “I just don’t take kindly to off-putting strangers. Especially when they bother someone I find myself quite… fond of.” You bit the inside of your lip, feeling your face go crimson from her words. Avoiding eye contact to help soothe your sudden timidness, you looked back down at the phone resting in the palm of your hand. Diane chuckled, placing her hand on the phone, “How about you take my number? In case you find yourself with more time than you know what to do with.”

After gaining Diane’s number, you waved at the woman and watched her walk down the aisle past other passengers. Grabbing the few belongings you brought with you, you stood up and readied yourself to exit the plane, until you noticed the older women from earlier fast asleep. All the emotion they displayed must have finally worn them out.

You cautiously made your way over, and looked around nervously, wondering if you should wake them or not. With a gentle touch, you tapped the blonde’s shoulder repeatedly until she began to stir. Her eyes slowly opened from your gesture and met your gaze.

You nearly froze, getting sucked into her doe eyes, “I-I’m so sorry for waking you, but um… we just landed and-”

“Who are you?” The redhead beneath you asked in a groggy and grumpy tone—awakening right after the blonde.

You quickly fixed your posture, no longer hovering over her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I was telling your wife that-”

“Why do you assume we’re married?” The blonde asked in a teasing tone, but for you, it only intensified your anxiety.

“Oh, I thought-…” You paused for a moment, to gulp down your uneasiness. The woman in purple stared you down, while the blonde looked you over—unashamed of her wondering eyes. You were sure your knees would buckle at any moment. Without another word, you looked down and scurried away from the awkward situation.

Upon exiting the plane, Cordelia and Wilhemina made their way to the Villa, making light conversation about your fleeting presence. A guide stood at the entrance, welcoming the late arrivers as they piled into the lobby. Room keys were dispersed, and the litter of bodies soon disappeared as everyone found their designated rooms. As Cordelia explored the suite in awe, Wilhemina looked over the itinerary.

“There’s a dinner being held for all of the couples who arrived late.”

“Does it state what will be served?” Cordelia called out from an unknown location in the suite.

“Unfortunately, not,” Mina mumbled, with a slight huff. “Perhaps we could order in for the night?”

“But Mina,” Cordelia began, walking back into the main room, “The night’s still young.” Cordelia knew her lover was probably exhausted, but she couldn’t help the giddiness she felt from being in such a luxurious place. Besides, it wasn’t common for the Supreme to take a vacation and her wife was well aware of that. As the redhead perched herself onto the edge of the bed, Cordelia kicked off her shoes and straddled her lap, “Let’s ditch the dinner and go have a meal by ourselves, hm? Just you and I.”

Sliding her hands along the witch’s thighs—Mina tentatively agreed while Cordelia’s lips seductively grazed her ear—lightly nipping at it, “Hmm, I’m sure a change of pace would do us some good.”

*

After a quick change of attire, the two women made their way to Lucia’s finest restaurant. Soft jazz music could be heard floating along the coastline; harmonizing with the rhythm of Wilhemina’s cane. A clad waiter led the two to a favorable table, facing the shore. The lighting was dim, and the restaurant was nearly vacant since most residents were tucked into their beds or out on the town. Cordelia was more than ecstatic as she took in the atmosphere and melted against her lover’s side.

“You can’t buy peace like this,” Cordelia stated softly as she stared out into the vast night sky.

Wilhemina would beg to differ but knew better than to start a disagreement over something so insignificant. Moving her eyes from the menu to Cordelia, her breath caught. She looked almost ethereal with the restaurant’s fairy lights and the moonlight clashing against her skin.

Catching her lover’s starstruck stare, Cordelia shyly looked down at the menu, “The lobster sounds quite nice.”

“Indeed.” Mina nearly whispered out, still taken aback.

As the night commenced, the two shared stories and laughter, along with a few glasses of Chambourcin. All the worries of the academy slipped from the Supreme’s mind and the only thing she could focus on was Mina. Feeling a great heat reside in her chest, Wilhemina grasped Delia’s hand—spreading kisses across the flushed skin like a wildfire. Cordelia laughed heartily, unable to keep her giggles contained.

As time passed, the restaurant picked up speed. It was clear that the lovers weren’t the only ones who had the bright idea of ditching the itinerary’s plan for a shared dinner.

Originally, you had intended to order in and catch some sleep. However, once the loneliness began to gnaw at your heart, you figured you would text Diane and invite her out for a bite. Walking into the restaurant, you grinned with the older woman and sat at the last available table. Looking around, you spotted a few familiar faces from the plane ride. Your gaze momentarily caught on the same doe eyes from earlier, until Diane began speaking.

“I bet the food’s amazing here,” she stated, looking through the menu. “I don’t usually eat out.”

“Well, tonight we’re changing that.” You smirked, “And it’s all on me.” Diane quickly looked up at you, ready to protest the declaration. “I don’t want to hear it,” You giggled, “I have more than enough money to splurge on and by default, I’m going to treat you to a nice, warm meal.”

Diane rolled her eyes and huffed, “This isn’t fair.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched her adjust her cardigan, “All’s fair in… food and wine.” She chuckled at your lame statement and playfully swatted at your hand.

“You’re a stubborn one, I see.”

“Look to your left, Mina.” Cordelia whispered. The redhead turned her head, smirking devilishly as she spotted you. “I suppose she has a thing for redheads, hm?”

Wilhemina snorted, shaking her head, “I’d assume it was more so directed toward blondes with the way she was eyeing you on the plane.”

“Stop it,” Cordelia giggled, playfully swatting the other woman’s arm. Laying her chin on the palm of her hand she continued, “Do you think she’s on a date? Maybe that’s her wife.”

“Hm, perhaps. I believe they were sitting together on the flight.”

Cordelia’s eyebrow arched teasingly from Mina’s statement, “How did you know that?”

“I have eyes, Cordelia.” Wilhemina retorted monotonously.

The Supreme couldn’t help but laugh at her wife’s response. Maybe if the two weren’t as tipsy, the statement would have earned Mina an eye-roll, but the wine dulling their senses didn’t allow much room for seriousness. With a low hum, Cordelia moved closer to Wilhemina. The scene before her made her head spin with memories, “Remember when we first started dating?”

The redhead chuckled and grasped her wife’s hand delicately, making eye contact. “Did you expect me to forget?”

“Thank you.” You stated as the waiter brought out water and wine for you and Diane to sip on until the food was ready. “Do you have a favorite wine?” You asked, directing your attention to the woman you came with.

“No, not really.” Her fingertips moved along the side of the water glass, collecting droplets of condensation, “I mean, I may indulge in a cheap merlot on the weekends, but I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite.” She finished with a light laugh.

You chuckled at her answer, enjoying how down-to-earth and frank she was. “There’s nothing wrong with a sweet red.” Not thinking, you took a sip of the water and placed it on the table—right beside the coaster. “It’s actually one of my favorites.”

“Oh? So you’re keen on alcohol?”

“On occasion,” You shrugged, finally letting the fermented grape juice soak into your palate, “but recently, I’ve cut down significantly. I can’t handle hangovers like I used to.”

The two of you laughed, making the most of the small talk and wine. Letting a bit loose, Diane slid off her cardigan after finishing the glass and excused herself to the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to you, two experienced lovers watched in amusement.

“There’s no spark,” Cordelia whispered, “No chemistry at all.”

Wilhemina hummed, “She missed the coaster entirely.”

“Maybe we should help the poor girl?” Cordelia suggested.

“She is a lost little thing, isn’t she?”

Cordelia glanced at her lover and smirked, knowing the familiar glint in her eyes, “Some guidance would do her good, Mina. And who else could assist, but you?”

The tipsy side of Wilhemina lifted her head in condescension, staring you down like you were a pathetic piece of prey. There was something about you so alluring, yet innocent. However, the sober side of Wilhemina knew that it had been a while since they’d tried adding a third and if she were to fail, it would embarrass her to no end.

Grasping her cane firmly, she stood and walked over to you without hesitation. Hearing the tapping of the cane grow nearer, you lifted your head in Wilhemina’s direction and froze. You could see the blonde from earlier gazing deliciously at you from behind the austere woman, and you had to admit that her dark eyes were making you warm. Or feasibly it was the wine.

Standing in front of you with both hands on her cane, Wilhemina peered down at you, “Ignore her.” Your eyes snapped from the blonde to the redhead. “Good.” She praised monotonously, causing your chest to fill with warmth. “Enlighten me. What’s your name?”

You licked your now-dry lips and cleared your throat softly, “Y/N. And you?”

She chuckled deeply, “Bold of you to assume you deserve to know my name.”

“It would only be fair,” You began, finding your voice.

“Anyway,” She stated, cutting you off, “I didn’t come over to engage in tortuous small talk. It seems you have your hands full with that already. However, if you find yourself needing a hand, feel free to speak with my wife.” You stared, dumbfounded at the woman. Was this some kind of joke? You didn’t know whether to be offended or thankful for the permission. You nodded quietly and watched as she began to turn away but yielded in her tracks. Turning back to face you, she reached past you and grasped the water glass, setting it on the coaster. Staring into your eyes due to the close proximity, she smirked, “Have some class.”

You exhaled audibly once the redhead had retreated to her table. Looking around, you blushed from the possibility of anyone witnessing what had just happened. Trying your best to focus your attention on something less confrontational, you opened your phone and checked for any sign of communication from Ivy.

Wilhemina sat down next to her wife and chuckled as the witch asked about what was said. In the midst of drunkenly explaining her approach to the blonde, a polite pair of voices could be heard not too far away.

“Oh, isn’t this lovely?”

“Look at the view. It’s almost as astonishing as you.”

The familiarity of one of the voices slipped into Wilhemina’s ears, causing her to stiffen. Shifting uncomfortably in her chair, she could feel the night’s ease leave her body as animosity slipped into her veins. Cordelia—noticing the change in demeanor—frowned, looking around to see whom the redhead’s gaze had landed on. Glancing to her right, she eyed two women seated next to their table.

It was clear there was a theme of blondes and redheads tonight. Cordelia’s hand laid on Mina’s soothingly, “What is it? Do you know them?”

Wilhemina clenched her jaw before looking away from the table, “One of them.”

Cordelia’s eyebrows furrowed. She was beyond confused and doubted it was primarily due to the alcohol in her system. Sneakily, she stole more and more glances at the couple before whispering to her wife. “Forgive me, but I’m not sure what to say without context.”

“Nothing is preferred,” Mina responded, irritably. Whomever this woman was, her presence was enough to get under Wilhemina’s skin.

“Should we go?” Cordelia asked, sliding her chair back. Screeching across the floor, the chair caught Mildred and Gwendolyn’s attention.

“Venable?” Mildred called out, not believing her own eyes.

“Ratched.” Mina stated, having nothing more to say.

Gwendolyn looked over and offered a soft smile to Cordelia seeing as the other two women were eyeing one another. “Gwendolyn Briggs.”

Cordelia returned the polite greeting and shook hands with her, “Cordelia Goode.”

“I apologize for not speaking. Had I known there was shared familiarity, I would have spoken immediately.”

“No worries,” Cordelia chuckled, trying her best not to show just how tipsy she was. “I was unaware as well.”

In the midst of speaking, a waiter approached the couple explaining his mistake of seating them without realizing the table was reserved for another party.

Gwendolyn pouted, disappointed in the mix-up. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to wait until another table is ready, hm?”

“Again madams, I am so sorry.” The waiter apologized.

Being the tipsy people pleaser she was, Cordelia chimed in, “Oh, well we were just about to leave. You could sit with us until they bring out the check then it’s all yours?” She suggested to Wilhemina’s dismay.

“Are they merging tables?” You whispered to Diane. The two of you were on your second glass of wine and invested in the hard-to-hear drama.

She nodded, stabbing the bell peppers with her fork, “Maybe we read the situation wrong?”

You looked at her as she stuffed her mouth and shared a drunken laugh.

Having pushed Mildred’s chair in and sat beside her, Gwendolyn smiled, “Well, this is nice.”

Cordelia grinned, “I agree.”

Gwen chuckled and faced Mildred, “Since Cordelia and I seem to be completely lost, care to let us in on the history between you two?”

Mildred took a sip of her water, refusing to break eye contact with the redhead across from her, “An old… friend.”

“How generous,” Wilhemina replied sarcastically.

“Well, of course. One of us has to be.” Mildred retorted.

Gwen’s smile faltered as she looked between the two women—similar to Cordelia. The tension swelling between the two could be cut with a knife. Cordelia cleared her throat and glanced at Wilhemina. Avoiding the questioning stare, Mina grabbed her glass and swallowed the rest of her wine. Nearly slamming it onto the table, her gaze reverted back to Mildred.

“What are you doing here?” She inquired.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Mildred countered.

“Spending quality time with my wife.”

“As am I.”

You and Diane giggled from the drama with mouths full of food.

“Wait... are they fighting?” She questioned.

You shrugged drunkenly, leaving your shoulders up longer than necessary. “No idea.”

The two of you could barely make out every other word, but it was clear that there was a discrepancy between the women. And the bickering wouldn’t stop.

“Have you no manners?” Mildred scolded as she moved Venable’s glass onto the coaster.

How ironic, Cordelia thought.

In response, Wilhemina merely smirked and moved the cup back onto the bare table; never breaking eye contact with the nurse’s unwavering gaze. Since the woman in purple had scolded you for the same thing earlier, you figured she must have wanted to irk Mildred. “I have many.”

“Arguable.” Mildred shot back.

“One of your hairpins must be stabbing into the part of your brain that makes life comprehensible. Either that or you’re too mentally incompetent to realize whom you’re talking to. I suppose you should be the one admitted into that damned hell hole you work at.”

Cordelia looked at Gwendolyn apologetically as the blue-eyed woman simply chuckled and gave Cordelia’s hand a pat. As if to say she wasn’t bothered at all by Wilhemina’s commentary toward her lover. It didn’t take long for you and Diane to realize that what the blonde was actually trying to convey was that Mildred could handle her own.

And that’s exactly what she did.

The nurse smirked deeper than Mina and leaned across the table, invading the other woman’s space. “It seems to me that you haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, because if you did, you’d be educated enough to know that my limbic system is well intact despite the many pins residing in my hair. However, I’m sure a good lobotomy would do you well.”

Gwendolyn glanced at Mildred worriedly, “Mildred…”

“Never insult my line of work, nor the hospital that I work for.” Mildred continued, “I am as sure of being an impeccable nurse as you are of being an impeccable bitch.”

You and Diane froze, along with a few other tables. Cordelia’s eyes widened in shock from the outburst. However, Wilhemina sat undaunted.

Mildred sat back in her chair and smoothed down her dress, “Besides, Venny, if you wanted me to put in a good word for you, it’s all you had to say. I’m sure you’re sick of working for those two drug addicts.”

Wilhemina scoffed, “You’re the last person who should be speaking about drugged-out bosses. Last I heard, your supervisor abuses medication-“

“Abused.” Mildred corrected, standing up from the table. “He no longer works there. However, I’ll be sure to put in a word with Nurse Bucket for you. I’m sure you two would get along swimmingly.”

Gwendolyn held back a chuckle as she stood with Mildred, “Where to, my love?”

The redhead pondered, “Anywhere but here. I have an appetite, just not for this cuisine.”

With a nod, Gwen wrapped an arm around Mildred and pressed a kiss to her temple, “Oysters it is. I spotted this nice little joint on our way here. Plus, a nightcap would be divine, don’t you think?”

You watched as the two women left.

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[marsthebabie]

Diane Sherman x Reader

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

F/N=Father's name

M/N=mother's name

Y/N Pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[safic4-m]

🤎💉Cum for me

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem Lector

Author’s note: Request made bycherylz170810, who asked for a one-shot with Diane, jealousy and smut. In this one-shot there is a small reference of what’s to come.

Word count: 1226

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

You didn’t understand why Diane hated your new neighbor so much, she was a nice woman, you had similar tastes in many things and finally you had someone to share these things Diane didn’t like.

-Cara, I have to go.

-Why?

-Diane will be here soon

-Nooo please stay,- she says pouting.

-I can’t, besides we have an event today

-It’s ok leave me- always dramatic

-It’s not like I’m leaving forever

-Of course you’re trading me for Diane

-She’s my…- being interrupted when she hears someone knocking on the door

Cara gets up to open the door and from your place in the living room you can hear the conversation.

-Mmhh… T/n…

-Leave my wife alone

-Excuse me?

-I want you to stay away from T/n

-But…

-Stay away from her

With that last you hear Diane walk away and you excuse yourself to Cara to go see your wife.

-What happened?- you ask the redhead with intrigue as you find him in the kitchen.

-I don’t know what you’re talking about,- she replies, filling a glass with water.

-I was with Cara,- you say, watching her stiffen.

-What’s the matter?- you ask softly -you’re not like that.

-I don’t like her,- she says angrily looking away.

-You’re lying,- taking her jaw to make her look you in the eye.

-I don’t… I don’t like her,- she says softly.

-Something else is going on and you don’t want to tell me,- just a few centimeters from her lips.

Diane breaks the space between you claiming your lips, her tongue enters your mouth making you moan, only to make her believe that she is the one dominating the kiss,

-Now are you going to tell me what’s going on?,- you ask breaking the kiss.

-Maybe,- she says above a whisper to try her luck.

-So that’s how it’s going to be?- you ask leaving a few kisses along his neck.

-Maybe,- he says between gasps.

-No,- slipping your hands under her sweater, -wrong answer,- making her moan as you suck on a sensitive spot on her neck.

-And what are you going to do about it,- she says writhing under your touch.

-Let me think about it,- caressing her breasts above her bra.

-Please..,- she says arching her back.

-Since you won’t tell me the truth, I’ll have to get it out of you any way I can,- you say a few inches from your lips.

You kneel in front of her and remove her pants and underwear, you run your tongue over her lips stopping on her clitoris for a second, this simple action makes her squirm in place, clinging to the breakfast bar.

-Fuck me,- she says when she sees you do nothing.

One of his hands tangles in your hair and pulls you closer to where he needs you most. You grant her and begin to eat her out, her moans start to get louder the closer she gets to her orgasm.

You pull away from her listening to her moaning in frustration and before she can say anything you speak up.

-How sad that only good girls can cum,- leaving a kiss on her clitoris and you stand up.

-Please… I’m a good girl,- squeezing her thighs together to get some relief.

-Really?- you ask rhetorically with a raised eyebrow.

You leave her there and go up to your room, when Diane comes in she hears you are in the bathroom, she wanted to cum, but knew if she did she would get in trouble. When you come out of the bathroom you find your wife lying on the bed squeezing her thighs together.

-Are you going out?

-Today is dinner with the Dimistrescu family,- you say, untangling your hair.

-Right… I forgot,- getting out of bed to go to the bathroom.

-If you behave yourself I promise to reward you,- you say seeing her expression change to a more cheerful one.

_-_-_-

The dinner was amazing, and the food had been exquisite, but you couldn’t say the same for Diane, you had spent most of the dinner fussing under the table, by the time the evening was over your wife was a writhing mess in her place.

When you got home she had rushed upstairs to the bedroom and of course you would give her what she wanted, but you were going to give it to her very…very slowly.

Diane’s shallow breathing filled the room, after being denied orgasm for the third time, a loud, needy noise escaped her.

-What was that?- you tease biting your lower lip.

Your index finger ran tantalizingly slowly up and down her slit teasing her as you had been doing for the last twenty-five minutes. Your wrist was starting to ache but you couldn’t care less, not when you could enjoy the view in front of you.

Her moans had become more desperate as the minutes passed, her hands clenched the sheet tightly and her hips swayed at your touch. Diane’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she let out another moan.

-Please…- lifting her hips for more contact.

-If you do that again, I’ll stop,- gently slapping her thigh in warning.

-Please touch me…I promise I’ll be good- his voice barely above a whisper.

-Just a little more,- running your fingernails up and down her leg.

She sank into the pillow with a snort of frustration.

You loved seeing her undone by you, you fed on the image of her underneath you with her reddened face and chest covered with marks you had made, her shallow breathing and tousled hair

-Do you have any idea- you whispered, leaving a trail of kisses down her body until you reached her mouth -how beautiful you look now?

Diane moaned into the kiss, as you ran a hand down her body, making her shudder, the kiss broke by making her moan loudly as you began to make circles around her aching clit, but your touch was too gentle to get her release.

Desperate little gasps were coming from her and you were beginning to take pity on her.

Nestling between her legs you pressed your mouth against her center, sucking gently on her clit and swirling your tongue over it. Her hips jerked and a soft cry came from her, you smiled, lazily slid your tongue in to tease her entrance, pushing just a little before returning to her clit.

Your eyes couldn’t take your eyes off her as you pleasured her, sucking, licking and teasing her entrance; repeating these motions over and over until her walls contracted.

Diane dug her heel into the mattress as her legs trembled from the amount of pleasure she was feeling, it was taking all her strength not to cum at that moment.

You slide two fingers inside her without warning, making her moan loudly, you curve your fingers inside her finding that spongy spot that makes her go crazy; you suck on her clit humming and making the vibrations, trigger a great amount of pleasure. Diane’s back arched as her knuckles turned white from the tight grip.

-Please…- she pleads, her breath catching in her throat, -I can’t..- whimpering.

-Cum for me,- bringing her to climax.

Her hips jerked violently, as she threw her head back with her eyes closed and biting her lip hard.

After cleaning her you settle in next to her pushing aside a lock of hair and leaving a kiss on her forehead as she recovers from her orgasm.

-You did so well,- kissing her tears with love, -I love you,- taking her in your arms to let her rest.

-I love you too,- before falling into the realm of sleep.

#run #diane sherman #diane #diane sherman x reader #diane x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

[sheloooveswomen]

smexy situations - headcanon

masterlist

prompt: different kinda sorta roleplay related scenarios with your girlfriend.

includes: billie dean howard, lana winters, cordelia goode, sally mckenna, ally mayfair-richards, wilhemina venable, diane sherman, alice macray, tammy, and xandra terrell.

☆ billie dean howard ☆

sugar mama !

• billie buys you special lingerie whenever she plans to take you to an event, sort of a signal of the roles taking place

• "spin around for me. i wanna see all of you."

• she'll pick out your clothes (or have stylists do so if it's an award show)

• opens doors and orders your meals/drinks (somehow she always knows what you want)

• the look in her eyes- immediate gay panic

• always a fun evening filled with dirty talk, explicit praise, and light degradation whispered in your ear (more than the usual)

• a night where she consistently tries to make you stammer/blush

• "Who owns you?"

☆ lana winters ☆

artist + muse

• idk why i picture lana banana painting (like i said in the quarantine headcanon)

• i see her dabbling in watercolors or charcoal drawing, something loose to take her mind off of writers block

• it transforms from a pastime to a hobby

• she moves from landscape to still life to figure drawing

• who better to study than you, her beloved girlfriend??

• she's a bit shy asking you to pose, only because she's a perfectionist and she'd want you to like her work

• but this is lana mf winters so when she gets the nerves over with she asks you to strip and lay on the couch so she can loosely drape a sheet over you

• studying your form soon turns to admiring your figure and quickly leads to hands on exploration- in the name of art of course...

famous author + fan

• AU where your gf is a romance/fiction writer

• despite writing countless interactions this version of lana is quite the introvert so she has you accompany her to writing conventions

• you always have her sign a book for you to commemorate each event

• slip each other flirty notes when you pass her booth throughout the day

• the woman loves compliments and you lay it on thick at each event (signings, meet and greet, wine and cheese, lunch, dinner and dancing)

• obviously fans and other writers hit on her but because she's so private they don't know she has a partner

• you act like one of them before you eventually get to retire to your shared hotel room for the weekend with your favorite author

☆ cordelia goode ☆

head mistress + teacher/student

• she didn't know being addressed as miss/mistress/ma'am was a turn on but here we are

• classic 'punishment' for your work not meeting her standards (just for fun because you'd never dissapoint your supreme)

• or a reward for work well done

☆ sally mckenna ☆

strangers at a bar

• she uses all her best pick up lines

• loves when you play hard to get

• "Make me really work for what i already have."

• the pride she feels when you turn someone else down

(hotel) maid + guest

• oh no! you came to tidy the room and she's laying naked on the bed what ever will you do

• she goes absolutely feral for the maid costume and it's equally as satisfying when she puts it on

☆ ally mayfair-richards ☆

nanny + parent

• starts as a joke after a day of babysitting Oz

Ally: "Thank you for keeping an eye on him, honey."

Y/n: "It's no problem."

Ally: "His camp starts next week so he'll be off during the day."

Y/n: "I really don't mind. You owe me, though."

Ally: "Do I?"

Y/n: "Would you like to know my going rate, Ms.Mayfair?"

Ally: *smirks* "Ms.Mayfair?"

Y/n: "Mhm."

Ally: "Uh huh...what would you like in return for your services?"

☆ wilhemina venable ☆

boss + secretary ?

• starts as a way to tease her

• you hand deliver her mail to her home office...then a snack, then tea, then lunch, and linger a bit wanting some attention

Y/N: "Your afternoon tea, Miss Venable."

MINA: *smirks but doesn't look up* "You don't work for me anymore, you know."

Y/N: "Force of habit." *takes a seat*

MINA: "You're leering."

Y/N: "Admiring."

MINA: "Mhm..." *continues to type*

Y/N: *continues to stare*

MINA: "No."

Y/N: "I didn't even say anything!"

MINA: "We're not having sex on my desk. My desk is for work."

Y/N: "But you're not working right here..." *points to empty spot on the desk*

MINA: *looks at spot for a long time* "Not happening."

• you tried and that's all that matters

monarch/royalty + servant/bather

• her medieval time period books are a comfort so this feels the same for her

• when Mina has a rough day (emotionally or work related) she likes to be taken care of

• instead of closing herself off completely she sheds her clothes along with the days problems and let's you pamper her

• the roles allow her to put some distance between the weight of her emotions and fill the space with intimacy instead

• when she's finally unwinded and you're turning in for the night she may say what's wrong or a simple (yet meaningful) thank you

☆ diane sherman ☆

repairman/handyman + home owner

• happens when you're renovating your garden/yard together

• planting flowers/pulling weeds, laying out gravel/flat stones for the walkway, repainting the benches, hanging fairy lights

• sure she helps but she often stops just to watch you

• she cheekily asks "how will i ever repay you for your hard work?"

• when you laugh she continues with the cheesy porno lines "i have no money but i'm sure there's other ways i could show my appreciation?"

• *bats her eyelashes and unclips the top of her overalls*

• leads you to the shower to get all cleaned up

• make out in between? yes. although naked time sounds nice, she wants you to relax~

• fav dinner and fav movie and maybe a little more making out and lowkey grinding on the couch with your fav (non-kidnapper) gf

☆ alice macray ☆

the stars of your favorite movie/book

• the price of salt was a guilty pleasure book for Alice while discovering herself

• she admired and disliked parts of Carol and Therese for not only what she saw in herself but also how she wanted to be, what she wanted in her life

• it was a dream of hers to road trip with her lover like her beloved characters

• embodying Carol's class and sugar mommy energy as an almost alter ego with you makes her feel sensual, powerful...h word...

• long drives, stopping to eat in little diners, exchanging gifts, then glorious merry christmas and happy new year sex in a cute little hotel

• (all without a husband/divorce/custody battle/being stalked and recorded/a breakup!!)

☆ tammy ☆

yoga instructor

• your girlfriend always tries to get you to do yoga with her

• she'll put on an incredibly flattering sports bra and spandex set, make smoothies, and lay out two mats

• takes a very hands on approach to guiding you into proper form for each position

• turns your hips, pushes you lower, bends your legs a little farther, runs her hand down your back

• activates praise kink: "just like that" "perfect" "there you go, honey"

one shot version

jock + nerd

• starts as a couples costume reminiscent of your relationship in high school

• tammy puts her hair in a high ponytail and wears a volleyball jersey, short shorts, and knee high socks

• you wear a classic (but lowkey hot) nerd costume

• tam tam keeps up the roles as she leads you by your clip on tie to go make out in one of the spare bedrooms during Loubbie's party

☆ xandra terrell ☆

customer + bartender

• she loves when you come in on nights she's working late

• pretend you're a random customer like the other men and women fawning over her

• she makes sure to let you peek down her blouse when she leans over the counter to flirt with you

• will write dirty/flirty/sweet notes on the napkins delivered with your drinks depending on her mood

pool cleaner + housewife

• her actively trying to distract you while you tend to the pool

• she really leans into the cliches of this dynamic

• coyly asks you to apply her sunscreen

• brings you fresh lemonade

• tells you to keep quiet while she dips her hand in your shorts

• "wouldn't want the neighbors to hear, would you?"

#sarah paulson #x reader #american horror story #ahs murder house #billie dean howard #cordelia goode #ahs asylum #lana winters #ahs coven #cordelia foxx #sally mckenna #ahs hotel #ally mayfair richards #ahs cult #ahs apocalypse #wilhemina venable #alice macray #mrs america #tammy #ocean’s eight #xandra terrell

[imlesbianic21]

The teacher

Tw: Smut, Mommy kink, public

Character: Diane Sherman

Your POV:

I groan when i hear my alarm going on. I shut it off and stand up. I take a shower and do my make up. I go to my wardrobe and pick out my favorite outfit:

(When you dont like it, just take your favorite outfit)

I grab my phone and bag and run downstairs. I grab an apple and go to my car:

On my way to school i stop at a coffee shop. I order an coffee and sit down while waiting. The door opens and a pretty brunette with an beautiful smile comes in. I stare at her not hearing my name being called out. After some time i come back and see the pretty brunette with an coffee in her hand infront of me.

"Sweetheart i guess this is yours" she smiles sweetly.

I start blushing "Oh yeah, r-right"

She giggles and hands me my coffee.

"Thank you" i smile awkwardly.

"No need to thank me dear"

We stare at each other without saying anything. My phone goes off and i look at the screen, its my best friend Y/B/F/N.

"Im sorry i have to go" i say kinda sad.

"Oh okay, bye darling."

----------------time skip: at school-------------------

I get out of my car and grab my bag. I look at my phone and go into my classroom not noticing that im already late. I hear a cough and turn around. There she is again. The brunette from earlier. I blush hard not hearing what she says to me.

"I assume you're Y/N?" she smirks slightly.

I blush harder looking down "Y-yes ma'am"

"Well, you're late. Detention after school."

"B-but im 10 minutes late, its not tha-" before i can finish she starts speaking "Continue talking and you can leave." She says slightly annoyed.

"I-im sorry Mrs.-" i stop not knowing her name.

"Ms. Sherman." She smirks

"Im sorry Ms. Sherman" i say as i go to my table and sit down. Putting my headphones in not listening to her. I guess i must have falling asleep because i wake up with books being slammed next to my head. I groan not being fully awake saying "Just five more minutes mommy". I realize what i just said and look up with wide eyes. There she is again, smiling at me.

"What was that sweetheart?" I start blushing, being facilitated that no one else heard me.

"N-nothing Ma'am" i look down. She hooks her finger under my chin making me look at her, i blush harder not knowing what to say.

"Maybe you should listen to me sweetheart, we dont want you to get punished, do we?"

I sit there in shock shaking my head no.

"Such a good girl" she smiles while placing her hand on my thigh, leaning down so i can see her cleavage.

Dont look. Dont look.

I look at her cleavage, she follows my eyes clearly enjoying the show. Hooking her finger under my chin again, making me look up.

"My eyes are up here sweet girl" she smirks and squeezes my thigh. I moan slightly widen my eyes again. She smirks wider and goes back to her table at the front and goes through some papers.

I start shifting in my seat, clearly turned on.

God what is she doing to me. I will probably ruin this damn chair .

I look at her again seeing her arm going up and down, i blush hard when i realize what she is doing.

This is all too much.

I ask to use the bathroom not waiting for her response.

I lock myself on the toilet pushing my hand in my pants and underwear. I start rubbing myself when i feel how wet i am. I try to stay as quiet as possible but as closer i come it gets harder. I let out quiet moans.

"O-oh god Ms. Sherman" i moan louder than before.

"God you are so g-good" at this point i dont even care if someone hears me till i hear a knock on the door. I stop immediately.

"Sweetheart open the door and i will fuck you real good, i know you want it" i sit there embarrassed and open the door. There she is again.

"M-miss S-Sherman i-i" i try to talk

"Shhh Sweetheart, dont worry mommy will fuck you so good."

I moan and buck my hips slightly.

"P-please" i whine.

"Please what darling?" She smirks

"Please fuck me mommy, f-fuck me so h-har-" i get interrupted when she picks me up and sits me down on the sink. I whines tugging at my pants.

"Can i?" She says fumbling on the button of my pants.

"P-please" i whine again.

She smiles and open my pants pulling them down to my ankles . She sees my wet underwear and smirks while running her finger over it making me whine.

"My, My, what do we have here? Already so wet for mommy?" She says while kissing my neck. I buck my hips against her hand and nod.

"Yes o-only for you m-mommy, p-ple-ase" i whimper.

She smiles shoving my underwear aside and slamming two fingers into me making me scream.

"M-MOMMY!"

"Shh sweetheart we dont want anyone than me to hear those pretty moans you make for mommy, mh?" She says while rubbing my clit with her thumb. I shake my head while biting my lip. She starts kissing my neck going faster with her fingers.

"M-mommy" i say clenching around her fingers.

"Cum for mommy, baby" she says going faster.

I cum hard while moaning her name (mommy). She helps me riding out my high and pulls out of me.

"C'mon dear, we have to go back." With that she leaves. Leaving me behind breathing heavy. After i calm down i go back into the classroom looking at her. She smirks and i sit down blushing.

#diane sherman #wlw love #wlw culture #wattpad #girls icons #sarah paulson

[askmommysherman]

I’m so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth, Diane. I’ve just been so busy. Can I drop off some scones for you?

~ @askmslanawinters

It's okay, Lana. I'd love some scones, thank you.

#ask diane sherman #ask lana winters

[askmslanawinters]

Breakfast was incredible, Lana. We should go out for brunch next time, what do you think?

-@askmommysherman

I would love to, Diane. Tell me where and when

#ask lana winters #ask diane sherman

[yourlocalnews]

#YourLocal.Me

[cabensonsgirly]

Hey everyone! I know ask accounts are dead, but I'm trying to bring them back! There are three that I know of, linked below 😊

Billie Dean Howard

Diane Sherman

Wilhemina Venable

Anne Gillette

Mildred Ratched

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #Billie Dean Howard #Diane Sherman #Wilhemina Venable #Mildred Ratched

[dreamypqulson]

— raining on lovers street

summary: your car breaks down, you have no service, it's pouring rain, and the closest house nearby is your 'friend' diane's.

pairing: diane sherman x reader

a/n: chloe is diane’s actual daughter in this, and diane is not ‘crazyyy’ :)

word count: 3700

You weren't one to have bad luck. You were good to the universe, and it was good right back to you. That's why, when your car broke down in the middle of a frightening, dark street, you figured that it had to be some serious karma. Especially when there was a storm roaming outside of your car doors.

This was your route home from work every night. It was always an empty street, pretty much in the middle of nowhere, so it got you home faster than the highway.

Tonight though, your car decided that it would rather shut down than take you home. Luckily, you could pull over to the side of the road before it completely broke down.

That only intensified your fear of the dark woods beside you. This road, as many times as you drove by it, always spooked you. It was not very appealing at night, as it was surrounded by a deep, dark woods.

That's why, you couldn't believe it when you first ever saw that your dear friend, Diane Sherman lived down here.

It was a secluded area, and didn't look very friend for just a woman and her daughter.

And that's also why you found yourself getting out of your car, and walking down the street towards her house once you found out that you had no service. You figured you wouldn’t.

You walked quickly, for many reasons. Multiple being, you didn't want to get struck by lightning, the cold rain was soaking your clothes through and through, and you were absolutely terrified.

That's why, you knocked on Diane's door as loud as you could, not even thinking that she could be asleep or in the shower. You were just so desperate for her right now.

Diane's sitting on the couch when she hears a knock. It's abrupt, to anyone else, but to her, it slowly drifts into the room. It's loud, and it goes on for a few more moments.

She gets up, and cautiously approaches the door. She isn't expecting visitors. She never really does anymore since Chloe had gone off to college.

There's another knock when she asks, "Who is it?" The knock shakes the entire doorframe, and the frantic first against it startles Diane.

"It's me, y/n" comes your shaky response. You don't know if you’re shaken up from the cold, or the fear, but either way, you look as if you had just walked around the entire continent of Antartica.

Diane hastily unlocks the door, she swings it open, and when she meets eye to eye with you, she straightens herself up. Your clothes are wet to the point where she wonders if you were swimming in a deep puddle. Your hair is beginning to get tangled, and the color draining from your face is suggesting that you are must not be okay.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" She says, but then moves out of the way so you can walk in "come in, I don't want you to catch a cold."

You are violently shivering. It doesn't help that the heater in your car hadn't worked either. You've been freezing the entire drive, and this had only intensified it.

You don't answer at first, because the warmth of her house is all you can think about at first. Her door closes, and you hear it lock. You suddenly don't feel so afraid anymore.

"Y/n?" The older woman asks again, she realizes that she’s trying to snap you out of your daydream.

"Yes sorry. I'm sorry. My car just broke down right down the road from here. I have no service and you were the closet nearby."

She takes a moment to process what you had said, because you said it too fast, and your chattering teeth was nearly as loud as the sound of your voice.

"Maybe I shouldn't have came here. I'm sorry, it was just really dark, and cold, and rainy and I was kind of scared. I probably sound so pathetic right now."

"No, stop it. Don't say that." Her voice is soft. Softer than a summer night. You wanted to cry at her gentleness. But you didn't. That would be embarrassing. "I'm glad you came here. Seriously. I don't want you all alone out there."

She moves closer, and want to take a step back, you really do, but you don't. You cannot fall for her further, but your feet simply won't allow you to move.

"Honey, you're shivering badly. How about we get you in a warm bath, and some clean clothes?"

She puts her hand on your back. It's warm, and it gentle. It's barely there, but it is. "You don't have to do all of that for me, Diane." You elicit an airy chuckle, as it was silly for her to take so much care of you when the primary problem was that your car had broken down.

"Oh hush, you. Don't be silly."

That was all she had said, and all you had said too, until she had grabbed your hand and brought you up the stairs.

Diane's house smelled of pumpkin, and that crisp autumn air. It smelled like home, and was a cozy atmosphere. You hadn't been here in awhile, but you suddenly missed the days you would spend in this house.

Diane kneeled down to one of her drawers, and starting digging through for some clothes for you to wear. She eventually pulled out a sweatshirt and sweatpants. If you didn't already fall down the Diane rabbit hole, then you were sure going to wearing her clothes.

To fill the awful silence, well, besides the sound of the heater, you decided to speak, "You know, It's pretty funny that my car broke down here. I was just thinking about you the other day."

It sounded better in your head, really. You weren't quite thinking when you said it.

She turned her head towards you, and stood up. With the clothes in her head, she walked to you. "Really, and what were you thinking about." She had a grin from ear to ear. You didn't know what would happen though, if you were to tell her that you were thinking about kissing her silly.

"Nothing in particular."

"Really?" She asks. She doesn't believe you. You don't believe yourself either.

"Yeah."

"Do you think about me often?"

"Almost all the time." If this were a movie, you would've leaned in and kissed her. It was great opportunity to, too. Although, you couldn't jeopardize her kindness of taking care of you tonight.

"Well then, we better get you warmed up before your brain stops working" She grinned, and walked off to her bathroom, assuming you would follow.

Like a puppy dog would, you trailed right behind her. Standing behind her, you felt the urge to wrap your arms around your waist, kiss her cheek, making her sigh and melt into your warmth.

But you weren't warm. You were freezing and soaked, which, was the first -but not the only- reason that you couldn't do that.

"The towels are right here. Soaps there. I'll just be waiting in my room. If you need help working the shower then just let me know." As she explained, and pointed all around, you got lost in thought.

You didn't want to be alone. Maybe that was one of the reasons you came here in the first place. Because you wanted Diane so badly, and that desire to be with her was trying to claw its way out.

"Can you stay with me?" You blurted, right as she finished her last word. The older woman, for just a moment, looked slightly stunned. When she looked down at your lips, saw that you were nervously biting them, and realized that your cheeks were a bright red, her face softened.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't mind but the shower doors are glass so I don't want to disrespect your privacy."

“I just...I really don't want to be alone I guess. I'm sorry, you don't have to stay in here if you don't want to" you looked down, suddenly very hot rather than cold. You wanted to kick yourself for making Diane uncomfortable.

"I'll stay. Don't apologize sweetie, it's perfectly fine, okay?" She hooked a finger under your chin, and tilted your head back up.

"Okay."

You breathed in deeply when she took a seat on the other side of the room. She looked at her fingers, the floor, anything to take her eyes and mind off the fact that you were undressing right in front of her.

Diane didn't move her attention once the shower started. She stayed put and kept her eyes on the floor the entire time. And you yourself couldn't stop glancing at her while the warm water dripped down your body.

-

Diane finally looked up, once you advised her that you were decent. She smiled from ear to ear, and her brown eyes grew just a size bigger. The older woman walked towards you, and unexpectedly threw her arms around you.

"You look so cute in my clothes." Her voice vibrated through your body, because her head was now rested against your chest.

You were tense. You think, by the way that Diane gently ran her hand against your back, that she noticed your stillness. Eventually though, you reciprocated the action, and used your own bold move by laying your head atop of hers.

"Its getting so late, I still have to call a tow truck" you mumbled into her hair, your voice sounding tired from the relaxation of the position.

"Nonsense, honey. Stay the night. We can do that in the morning" she said, so causally too.

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind."

"I wouldn't. You're good company. It's been pretty lonely since Chloe left anyways."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be" Diane assured, she lifted her head up, though her arms still rested around your waist. "As much as it upsets me, it's good for her. I can't hold her back forever."

"You're a good mother, Diane."

The older woman moved her face closer to yours, for a moment, you thought she was going for your lips, but hers ended up placing a kiss on your cheek instead. Your cheek that was burning red. "Thank you, sweet pea. Let me brush your hair before it gets all knotted, hm?" She touched your wet strands, twirling it through her fingers. You nodded. You could've brush your hair yourself but...it felt nice to have her -only her- take care of you.

She sat you between her legs, which you weren't expecting, but you didn't mind. The brush ran through your hair, slow, and gentle. Taking her time, to where it had given you goosebumps when her fingers gradually brushed over the back of your neck.

"Your hair is so pretty" if she compliments me once more, I might actually explode.

"Thank you. I always thoughts yours was though."

You heard her giggle, and when you felt it close to your back, you realized just how close she was. In thanks, she kissed your clothed shoulder. She was...very touchy, very lovey. She had always been like that with you, but she never...kissed you so much. You two had also never really had alone time with Chloe around anyways.

When she was done with her repetitive strokes through your hair, she had got up to put her brush away. You nearly whimpered. The loss of contact, the loss of warmth; you didn't like it. Now that you knew what you were missing, you couldn't live without having her all over you.

"What if we watched a movie?" She sat back down beside you. Her hand found home on your knee, and a gentle thumb stroked back and forth.

"Okay but no scary movies" you turned your attention towards the storm roaming outside of the window. You were hardly able to see it from the raindrops grouping together on the glass. "You know...because I don't want you to get scared or anything."

"Or is it because your just a big old scaredy cat?" Came her teasing response. She moved in closer, and started skittering her nails up and down your sides.

You gasped, being sensitive to begin with, and started laughing while trying to push her hands away. Diane, after a few seconds, gave in and just rested her hands on your waist.

"Dianeee!" you dragged, you voice whiny and loud. "I'm serious. I won't be able to sleep." You tried to sound stern, you really did, but she had made it nearly impossible for you to suppress your smile.

"Okay, okay. Well, you go find a kids movie to watch while I make the popcorn." She stood up again, took you hand, and tugged you up too.

"Diane Sherman! Stop bullying me! I will not be watching a kids movie."

"Sure" she winked at you. You simply just rolled your eyes.

You walked back downstair together, then went your separate ways to said rooms. Diane's living room was cozy. It had a warm color scheme, and the lights were dim from when she previously sat in here, before you knocked at her door.

You promptly melted into her couch. You usually rested when you got home from work, but tonight, you had been on your feet for much longer due to the circumstances.

You grabbed the remote and started flipping through Netflix movies. You didn't know exactly what Diane was into, so you would wait until she returned to decide.

"Find anything?" Diane, balancing a big bowl of popcorn and two mugs of hot chocolate, asks. She set the three things down on the coffee table in front of you both, and pulled out a bulky blanket that was folded in the corner of the room.

"What about 'Grease?"

"Mhm I like it!" She says. You smile up at her.

When she sits on the couch, she lays the blanket over the both of you. She notices that she can hardly feel your body warmth. She realizes, how you're doing everything in your power to not even accidentally touch her. "Stop acting so shy, honey" she giggled, like you were playing a joke on her "you just showered in front of me and now you're nervous?"

You were nervous then too, but she's right.

"Sorry, it's just been a long day," was your best excuse. You do eventually relax once the opening credits begin to play.

A few minutes go by, and a loud bolt of thunder cracks, startling you. You jump, and hide into Diane's side. In this moment, you really don't care about the anxiety of being around Diane. Besides your feelings for her, she makes you feel safe, like you could completely shatter in her hands, and trust that she would glue you back together.

"Shh it's okay, baby" she cooed. Her arm protectively wrapped around your trembling body. And if the lightning didn't kill you, than those words sure as hell was going to. "It's just thunder, sweetie, I got you."

"I- I know. It just scared me. I hate thunder" but you still didn't bother to move, because if you did, you feared you wouldn't feel as comforted.

"You're safe with me, okay?"

You nod against her. She doesn't move either. So you focus your attention back to the tv screen, hoping to distract yourself. And it works enough to eventually lull you into a deep sleep. Or maybe it was Diane's gentle rubs on your back that put you to sleep. Either way, you were out like a light.

-

When you wake up, it’s from the feeling of Diane’s fingertips softly brushing over your forehead, and her saying “honey?” as if you two had been married for years.

“Hm?” comes the confused, groggy sound from your throat.

“The movies over. You slept right through it.” She laughs once again tonight, and that sound makes you think that you might’ve woken up in heaven instead.

“Oh god I’m sorry” you scoff at yourself, and lift your body into a sitting position. “I can never get through a movie without falling asleep.” Your hairs a mess, and your face is puffy with sleep. You’re embarrassed of the feeling of looking so awful around her, but she doesn’t think that you’re any less than adorable. If anything, she feels blessed that she got to see you in this state.

“It’s okay, how about we head up to bed now?” We head up to bed. Head up to our bed, is what you wish it was.

“Mhm” your lips smack together, dry, and slightly chapped.

By the time you’ve made it upstairs, you no longer feel so tired, and you’re more alert as she gently pulls you into her room.

“Are you sure?” You asked, and you don’t have to specify because she knows what you’re asking. “I mean I can just sleep on the couch or something.” You awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, scratching the back of your neck as she pulls down the duvet.

“No, I want you to sleep with me if you’re okay with that. I wouldn’t have you sleep on the uncomfortable couch. Besides, what happened to you not wanting to be alone?” She mimics your words from earlier, teasing while she walks closer to you.

“I just don’t want to intrude.”

“Well maybe I want you to intrude” she says, and you could tell she’s suddenly in a playful mood. Then, in the next few minutes, you’re laying in Diane’s bed, beside Diane in complete darkness.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“Night.”

You don’t fall asleep though. You can’t. Downstairs was different. You were laying on her, but not in her bed with her. It way felt too intimate. You…liked it, just not right now.

You lay still, very still. You take consideration of your breathing, competing with the silence in the room to see who can be quieter. But Diane isn’t sleeping either, and she can tell that you’re not. It’s obvious, but you just don’t realize that.

She abruptly sits up and turns on the lamp beside her bed. You look up at her, and your senses are suddenly overpowered with DianeDianeDiane. You can smell her shampoo, on her pillow, and your hair from earlier. Can see her brown eyes burning into your skin, in such a nice way. Can feel her through her clothes that you are wearing. Diane is everywhere.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” She finally says. Neither of you will get sleep until this is settled, and it’s almost one in the morning.

“Nothings wrong.”

“Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”

“Are you some sort of witch now?” You ask, trying to change the subject with some silly comedy relief.

“Y/n, i’m serious. What is going on with you?”

“I guess i’m just tired” you shrugged, and close your eyes to really pull that effect.

It doesn’t work. And you realize that, so you open them again.

“Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything” she grabs your hand, her thumb brushes over your knuckles. She’s making it hard to not expose all of your feeling for her, right here, and right now.

“Diane, it’s just…”

You stop yourself, trying to figure out how to put your feelings into words. How to even figure out your feelings yourself.

“It’s just that i’m in love.”

Her throat closes up. She might cry. Who could you be in love with, after all the care she’s given you. She can’t be mad though. She can’t. She wants you to be happy, even if it’s not with her.

“In love? With who?”

You elicit a sigh, partially annoyed that she hasn’t figured it out. Annoyed that you have to tell her. “With you.”

She doesn’t answer at first, and you’re not looking at her, you’re looking at the wall, so you’re afraid that you’ve made her upset.

“And i’m sorry. If it’s makes you uncomfortable, or you don’t feel the same, I’m sorry. It’s just…i’ve felt this way for awhile and i’ve tried to suppress it, but tonight-”

She kisses you. You weren’t expecting it. Her lips touch your’s so unexpectedly that you don’t return the kiss. Not until you realize, and then you deepen it. Then you realize how soft those pink lips are, and how passionately she can kiss you.

She pulls away for a moment, and now she’s hovering over you. You try your best to keep your tired eyes open because you can not miss this. “Now why would you suppress those feelings, honey?” She asks, but it’s not necessarily a question.

She kisses you again, because she can’t get enough, and all of those bottled up feelings -especially from tonight- are pouring out after it’s been filled to the brim.

“I’m in love with you too, sweetie. Haven’t you noticed?” She pushed your hair out of your face so she could get a better look at you. You blush, and look down with only your eyes.

“I guess I just didn’t put the clues together.”

She bites her lip and smiles widely, a small giggle being heard from her. “Well with that being said, I figure that we can both sleep now?” She suggests.

“I don’t think sleeping with be a problem anymore. I need rest so I can kiss you even more tomorrow.”

“Already so needy, baby?”

“Leave me alone, okay? I’ve been waiting forever to do this” you say, and even though you have been waiting for forever, you’re only teasing her. You lean forward, and place a simple kiss on her lips to show her exactly what you’ve been waiting to do.

After a few seconds of enjoying each other, she eventually shuts off the lamp and lays back in bed. This time, your not afraid to lay in her arms as she kindly welcomes you.

“I really do love you” you admit. Her lips meet the top of your head, a little longer than a simple peck would last. “I really love you too, my y/n.”

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