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dreamypqulson · 1 year

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— all wrapped up in mistletoe

summary: you never expected the holiday season to be the time of year for you to fall in love with the kid you babysits mother. but as the christmas spirit grows, your relationship with ally does too.

pairing: ally mayfair-richards x reader

word count: 2100

"...And mom said we're gonna decorate the tree today, and then decorate Christmas cookies, and then watch elf!" Izzy went on and on the entire day, explaining just how his Christmas themed day would go.

It was December 18th, and surely, Ozzy was getting into the Christmas spirit even more so each day. You never got to experience a Mayfair-Richards Christmas before. You had met Ally right after the season, in January. It was nearly the anniversary to the Day you became close friends with her.

Typically, you would babysit Oz until seven while his mother worked. But she had managed to escape that place by five. You knew she did everything, after all the shit that went down with the cult, to make sure that Ozzy always came first.

Somehow, it had put a damper on your mood. It was sweet, really, how she got to spend the holiday season with her son. But it only reminded you that you are alone. You have nobody to spend Christmas with.

As Ozzy rambled about the rest of his day, keys jingled in the doorway. Eventually, Ally walked in. You turned around to stare at the older woman. Her hair only slightly tussled from the day, still in her jeans and sweater. You smiled lightly.

"Mom!" Oz said. He jumped off the couch and ran over to hug her. Without Ivy in the picture, he had become fairly close to Ally. You followed behind him but kept your distance. She still made you flustered when she came too close.

She looked over his head at you and smiled. Truly smiled. "Hi, y/n" she said, ever so soft. You could listen to her speak again and again, all day. The way she said your name; how it rolled off her tongue like melted butter. You always preferred a tranquil environment. Simply being alone with nobody to speak and annoy you. To just let you be. But with Ally, you wanted her to talk to you, to touch you, to even yell at you. Whatever it was, you just wanted to be with her.

"Hi,” you responded and suddenly hated the way your voice sounded. Hated how you looked. Hated everything. You needed to be perfect for her, if there was even a chance of her having mutual feelings for you. But then her eyes softened and smile grew deeper and all your thought bubbles blew away.

"Mom, can y/n stay and decorate with us?"

"Oz, that's alright. I don't want to intrude." Your cheeks became a deeper shade a red. He was a child; her didn't know the affect he would cause by this.

"It's okay, you're not intruding," Ally says, and as if she notices your burning hot cheeks, she steps forward and cups them with her cold hands. "I would love for you to stay and decorate. The snows coming down really hard right now, anyways. I don't want you driving home in that."

You can't tell if she truly wants you to stay, or just doesn't want to feel the guilt if you were to get into an accident. But something about the way that she brushes her thumb over the expense of your cheek and how her free hand rests on your hip gives you a better idea.

You clear your throat before speaking, for nerves had closed it up, "Alright then. Thank you." Ozzy had run back into the living room where boxes of ornaments had been waiting all day for him. Ally finally let go of you but you could still, somehow, feel where her hands were as if she left marks on you. Her eyes, however, could not leave you alone.

"How was Oz today?" Ally asked, expecting you to answer as if she hadn't stolen your breath, voice, and composure at the least.

"He was good. He couldn't stop talking about all of the comic books that he asked 'Santa' for." The older woman smiled, simple and sweet. It quickly faded and she looked down at the wooden floors, like they were the most interesting thing; she wouldn't advert her eyes elsewhere.

"You know, it's his first Christmas without Ivy...he's had some tough moments. I'm glad you're here to make it better for him." Eventually, she looked back up, gazing deep into your eyes.

"He's a good kid, i'll always be here for him. And...you too, you know, if you ever need anything." You fiddled with you fingers, nerves, once again, fluttering in your stomach. Her soft smile reoccurred.

"Thank you, sweetheart. And you'll always have a home here too." I want you to be my home.

You hadn't gotten a chance to address her comment, as the young boy was already getting antsy. "Mom, Y/n, hurry up!"

'Rocking Around the Christmas Tree' filled the living room along with laughter from both you and Oz. Ally watched from afar with a gentle smile that stretched from ear to ear. "So you're telling me that Santa knocked down your whole christmas tree?" Oz asked, unsure of your story.

"I swear it! And he tried to make it up by giving me an extra chocolate bar in my stocking!" Ozzy chuckled at you as he hung up the last of the ornaments on one of the lower branches.

"How'd you not wake up?"

"I was five and absolutely terrified of him."

All of a sudden you felt arms snake around your waist, hot breath against your ear as the woman spoke, "Well I hope one of you isn't absolutely terrified of putting the star on the tree?" Ally teased. You shivered as her breath hit the back of you neck and her Vanilla perfume coursed through your veins.

"Can y/n put it on this year?" Oz asked, turning to his mother. She had a rustic yellow star in her hand that had clearly been used for years on end.

"You sure you don't want to do it? You're way lighter than me, buddy." The tree was taller than all three of you and you surely could not emotionally handle being lifted up by Ally.

"Please? It's your first year with us!" He looked up at you with pleading eyes. You looked over at Ally, she smiled and nodded at you.

"Ozzy is right, sweetheart. It is your first year with us." She knew how to get under your skin in the best way. She was aware of the affect that she has on you.

"Alright fine," You gave in, a grin teasing at your face. You grab the star from Ally and stood in front of the tree. Her strong arms gripped your waist and your feet lifted effortlessly off the ground.

"Don't drop me, please, Ally," you said, voice trembling. You placed the big star on the top branch, pushing it further in to secure it.

"I'll try not to," her voice was airy, teasing. Once you were done, rather than putting you back down, Ally walked you over to the couch and lightly tossed you on.

"Ally!" You yelled, your laugh completely demolishing your pout. Before you could stand back up, the older woman began to relentlessly tickle your sides. "A-Al-"

"Nope, you're not getting away. This is what the star person has to endure," Behind the haze you were in from hardly being able to breathe due to laughing, you were still able to catch a glimpse of Ally biting her lip and smiling.

Eventually she began to show you mercy and let you off. You stood up once you caught your breath and fixed up your tussled hair. "Not nice," you called.

Like a child would, she stuck her tongue out at you, teasingly, then winked, "I told you, that what happens when you're the star person."

"What is that?" Ozzy asked, astonished, to his mother who had been decorating her own christmas cookie as you and the young boy both did alongside her.

She looked up at her son, a grin teasing her lips. "What do you mean? It's a gingerbread man," she said, with an airily laugh.

"Looks more like a monster," Oz remarked back. Ally dramatically gasped, placing her hand on her chest.

"Does not! Y/n, tell him."

You looked over at Oz, as if you were going to take Ally side, but then said, "I don't know, Ally," you looked down at her plate, "I mean, at least you baked the cookies well?"

"No way! You two are so mean, ganging up on me." She looked over at you, biting her lip. You assumed she tasted sweet from the frosting she had been licking off her finger and you wondered what would happen if you tested out that theory right this moment.

"Hey, don't be bitter just because Oz and I are the worlds best cookie decorators. Isn't that right, Ozzy?" You turned to the little boy and smiled. He high-fived you and vigorously nodded.

"I'll show you bitter alright," Ally said, playfully, and before you could process her actions, she had swiped red frosting across your nose. You gasped, trying to hold in your laugh by a single thread.

"Oh, you'll pay for that." You got up to wipe it off your face, planning your revenge. When you were over by the counter, you turned back around when you felt a body press against you.

"Let me help you with that." She eyed you hungrily, like she was planning her own ways to wipe that frosting off. She smirked, ravenous, however, you wouldn't let her get to you. Before she could clear you off the sweetness on your face, you reached behind yourself to grab some of the extra frosting and gently smacked her cheek with it.

"You didn't!"

"I did. Now we're even, huh?"

Ally stood completely frozen, staring at you with her mouth agape. "Uh-Uh," she said, and when you least expected it, she reach behind you and pulled the same stunt, "Now we are, darling."

"Okay, Oz is in bed. I was thinking we could watch a christmas movie and then head to bed too," Ally spoke as she walked down the stairs and over to you. You stood, leaned against the doorway, gazing at the Christmas tree you had decorated with the two of them. For once, you felt like you've found a home, a family, even if you forced yourself to believe that it was unrequited.

You turnt your body towards her, for once tonight, your body was relaxed. But the air was tight, tense, there was something flying in the air yet it was out of hands reach. Something tugging at both you and Ally's lips yet too tender to release.

She joined you in the doorway, and in the moment, her eyes didn't burn holes through your chest, making your heart burn all that faster for her. Right now, in this moment, you felt at peace and everything felt right, felt light. It was quiet, dim.

"So um," Ally begins, and almost as if you'd transferred your nerves onto her, she seems flustered, hesitant. She looked up, above you both, "Looks like we're under the mistletoe."

You don't catch on at first, too entranced at the way that the christmas lights gleamed onto her face, highlighting her sharp cheekbones and jawline. You finally looked up and noticed it. "It seems as if we are..."

Neither of you want to say it, want to make that confession, but it's almost a non-verbal request, because Ally begins leaning in closer towards you and, eventually, your tasting the vanilla frosting and eggnog from earlier. And like a greedy one would, you want more, so you take it. Your hand is feeling the warmth behind her neck to pull her closer, her own is gripping your waist to hold a steady pace.

Once air is being breathed again, you stare deep into her eyes, only mere inches apart. She's the first one to speak up, "I've been trying to resist you forever, but it's been incredibly difficult tonight."

"You haven't exactly been helping a situation," You raise a single eyebrow at her. She laughs at you, fully, and her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink. She goes in for another kill, swiftly pecking your lips with a simple kiss.

"So...is this my christmas present? That I get an extremely pretty girlfriend?" Ally asks.

You grin at her, "Only if you want. I'll be generous and let you decide this year."

She rolls her eyes at your antics, but then she tugs you towards the couch with her hands and lips and that itself certainly gave you a pretty clear idea of her decision.

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blxckchxrrybxby · 1 year

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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.

#cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #diane sherman x reader #ally mayfair x reader #cordelia goode x reader x wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x cordelia goode #sarah paulson imagine #wilhemina venable

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Loving Ally.

Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader.

You weren't supposed to fall for a married woman, but what happens when you're forced to confront your feelings?

I posted this a while ago but it was deleted. This was taken from my Wattpad.

Ally could not sleep. The air was far too humid and her mind would not shut off. Her constant tossing and turning had aroused a few groans of annoyance from Ivy. She ignored them.

She's thinking of you. You're all Ally thinks about. Not the woman of whom she wed, promised to spend the rest of her life with, not her. You. Oh to be married to you, she thinks.

There was a time when Ally had been so unbelievably in love with Ivy it hurt. It was enchanting. Ally had found the strength within herself to face her fears, to overcome her phobias, and maybe that's the reason why Ally's adoration for her wife had begun to dissipate. Ivy had been the one to guide her through each depressive episode, to soothe her through each panic attack, but now Ally had saved herself. She was no longer dependent on Ivy. Maybe that's what it was, dependency. Not love. Then there's Ozzie, the sweet little boy they share. Thinking of her son brings a smile to Ally's face. Oz would adore you. Ally knows it. Your kindness and your goofiness would be sure to capture her child's heart, in the same way you had so effortlessly claimed hers as your own.

—

It had been almost two years since your affair with Ally had started. She had come into your life unexpectedly. You met her in a restaurant, her restaurant. It was a favourite of yours, but soon enough the quality of food wasn't the reason why you had found yourself returning. Again, and again.

It was just a one night stand. Until one turned to two, then two turned to ten and years later you're still playing the same dangerous game. Except you don't seem to be winning. You have lost yourself. Loving Ally has been both a blessing and a curse. Your heart aches for her presence and her love. But your mind knows that the strain is becoming too much to bare. She has a wife, a child, a career- and a good one at that. What could you possibly give her that would be worth an ounce of what she already has? What more could you do to make the woman you love stay?

You knew about Ivy. You knew about Ozzie. So it's your own fault, your own actions had resulted in your own suffering. Most people would have put an end to it, but Ally was addicting. You needed her to survive, you've been so foolish to allow things to get this far. You know you need to walk away. Except you don't know if you have the capability, and that's what frightens you the most.

Today, you locked your phone away. It took copious amounts of self control (which hadn't ever come easy to you). You simply had far too much work to catch up on, and the possibility of Ally, the temptation to reach out could not get in your way. Your heart sank when you pulled out your phone at dinner time.

Can I come over tonight? x

Are you ignoring me?

I'd really like to see you.

Tonight you had plans, dinner with a friend. When they had suggested dinner at Ally's restaurant, you had almost considered cancelling, but you didn't. So that was where you were going to end up.

You reply to Ally, explaining you have plans already, and that you will see her another day. When she replies with a sad face emoji, you almost consider bailing on your friend and telling Ally to come over, almost. You type out a quick 'sorry' message, and that is the end of that.

—

Ally didn't sleep a wink last night, her mood was on a fast decline, Ivy didn't seem to be too chipper today either. Two moody women under the same roof? Ally blew. They fought. There can be no progression without confrontation, as they say. Ivy demanded divorce, and in those few words, Ally knew that she was free.

Ally called you, you didn't answer. She tried again, nothing. She sent a message, no response. She tried a second, third, fourth. Had you given up on Ally? It was hours later when you had responded and Ally jumped. She was immediately disheartened to learn that you had other plans. She needed to see you. Ally needed to distract her mind and she knew Ivy wasn't going to be working tonight, so she threw herself into work. She called up the restaurant and she let them know that she'll be picking up a shift.

—

This wasn't really where you wanted to be. In this restaurant, listening to your friend complain about the minuscule problems she and her boyfriend have been facing. Your issues would wipe the floor with her issues. How can one complain about their boyfriend watching too much sport? Have you ever been hopelessly in love with a married woman? No? Didn't think so.

She shuts up, finally.

"How have you been?" Don't ask that.

Before you get a chance to reply, you're interrupted.

"Are you ladies ready to order?" That voice, it's too familiar. Fuck. Ally. She's looking right at you, a sparkle in her eye. You presumed that her wanted to spend the evening with you meant that there wasn't a chance of a potential run-in at the restaurant. Oh, how wrong. She's so calm. How can she be so calm? Your friend orders a cocktail of some sort and a pasta dish.

"I'll just have the same." You're trying to avoid her face. She has the composure of a queen, and you're on the verge of a full blown panic attack. And if things couldn't get worse, Ally plucks the menu from your fingertips and turns to the cocktail section.

"I'd recommend The Leg Spreader, it's mostly tequila, you seem like a tequila girl." A wink. She winks. You want the ground to swallow you up. It's a joke right? A sick joke. No. She holds the menu out for you to see for yourself, there is an actual cocktail on the menu called The Leg Spreader.

"I'll pass."

"That's a shame." Ally grins, her eyes still holding that same sparkle, and even when she walks away- you know that she's still grinning. She has riled you up, and she's revelling in it.

"Alright, what the fuck was that?" Your friend asks, you're not sure if you want to laugh, or cry.

"I have no idea." Whatever Ally is doing, she needs to stop.

The rest of the night goes by quickly. The meals had been finished and the alcohol had started to kick in. This made conversation flow smoother, the experience a little nicer. Your friend had been picked up by her boyfriend. She offered you a ride home, but you politely declined, insisting you call an Uber instead. She had gone, and you had stayed. Ally had been behind the bar for a little while now, and you find yourself approaching it and setting yourself down on one of the barstools.

"Did you know I was coming here?" You ask, Ally turns upon hearing your voice.

"How would I? Did you know I was here?"

"Presumed you wouldn't be." You mutter.

"Well then what a pleasant coincidence." You used to believe that coincidence meant that you were on the right path. This? Well, who knows. "Will you try The Leg Spreader now, darling?" That silly little grin.

"You need to stop."

"Stop what?" Sickly sweet, feigning innocence.

"You know what." Ally tuts at your comment, disregarding it completely. You can't do this. You tell Ally you're going to the bathroom in an attempt to regain what shred of composure you have left. The alcohol was not helping, despite prior opinions.

You don't make it to the bathroom. Before you reach the door, you're pulled away by a strong grip on your wrist, pulled into another room. The office. Ally uses her foot to close the door and she snakes her arm around you to lock it, all while her mouth is on yours. Ally kisses you with so much passion, so much fire. And maybe you're a fool to submit so easily but in this moment, being a fool didn't seem so bad. Not when her mouth is devouring you like it is, not when her hands are wandering aimlessly like they are. Ally's lips leave yours before moving to your neck.

You're not interested in another secret rendezvous, another meaningless fuck. You have fallen too hard for it to remain unimportant.

"Ally." Ally hums in response. "Ally." You say firmer this time, as firm as you can but Ally does not stop. You pull away, breathing irregular. You can still feel her mouth on you, you can still feel the heat of her skin against your own.

"Sweetheart?" You bury your face in your hands. What do you do?

"I- I can't."

"Can't what?" A single tear rolls down your cheek. Ally's expression switches from confused, to concerned. She looks like she wants the reach out for you, she resists. "Baby, why are you crying?" The gentle lull to her tone is softer than you have ever heard her speak. You imagine that's the sort of way she speaks to her son when he's upset, or sick. "Tell me what to do, let me help. Please don't cry." She does move closer this time, cautiously, like you would run if she moved too fast. The tears continue to fall. The weight of the sadness, the yearning, the love crushing you with their unbearable weight.

"I want you to stay."

"I'm right here."

"I need you to stay."

"I'm here." She uses her thumb to brush at a tear.

"But you won't."

"I don't understan-"

"You won't stay if I told you I loved you."

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be so painful- yet despite it all, you know that it's Ally. It has always been Ally, it will always be Ally.

You meet Ally's face, afraid of what she might say in response. It's emotionless, that can't be a good sign. Suddenly, the harsh reality of the situation hits you full force, like a brick to the face. Ally is married, she has a son.

"Oh god- I- I need to." You fumble for the door handle behind you, but Ally takes hold of your arm, halting your actions. Preventing you from leaving.

"I'm getting a divorce." You open your mouth to speak but a manicured finger is placed on your lips. "Let me finish darling. I'm getting a divorce. I don't love Ivy, the love was gone a long time ago. I hated myself every time I left you, I wanted to stay with you, forever, I did. I do. How am I supposed to stay married to Ivy when you're the one that I love? I'm ashamed of the way we've done this, I don't even know your favourite colour, I know nothing about where you're from or who your family is. The one thing I do know, the one thing I'm certain of, is that I am so in love with you Y/N."

It was like you had been awakened.

"You mean it?"

"I've never been so sure of anything in my whole life."

Loving Ally had been a whirlwind of pain, grief and longing. Yet, loving Ally had been beautiful. None of that mattered anymore, for you would be loving Ally, for the rest of your life.

#american horror story #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #ally mayfair richards #ahs cult #ally mayfair x reader

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elaine-in-the-membrane · 8 months

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@lilthbunny

#ahs #american horror story #ahs murder house #ahs cult #serial cheater #professional gaslighters

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 years

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American Horror Story Masterlist

I skipped the Murder house and Roanoke seasons because I never really gotten into them. I'm currently trying to start watching double feature but I'm willing to do requests on double feature. If there's a (?) By them that means I'm not really comfortable with writing them but I'm willing to try to.

Feel free to send me requests ☺️ 😊

Asylum

Lana winters- none

Kit walker- none

Sister Mary Eunice- none

Sister Jude(?)- none

Coven

Fiona Goode- none

Myrtle Snow- none

Cornelia Goode- none

Kyle Spencer(?)- none

Freak show

Bette and Dot- none

Elsa Mars- none

Jimmy Darling- none

Hotel

Elizabeth- none

James March- none

Hypodermic Sally- none

John Lowe- none

Cult

Ally Mayfair-richards- none

Winter Anderson- none

Ivy Mayfair-Richards- none

Kai Anderson(?)- none

Beverly Hope(?)- none

Apocalypse

Michael Langdon- none

Wilhemina Venable-none

Jeff Pfister(?)- none

Mr. Gallant- none

Mallory(?)- none

1984

Montana Duke- none

Brooke Thompson(?)- none

Xavier Plympton- none

Trevor Kirchner- none

Chet Clancy- none

Mr. Jingles- none

Donna chambers- none

Margaret Booth(?)- none

Double feature

To be updated asap!

#american horror story imagines #ahs imagines #queenbitchhorrorimagines #American Horror Story masterlist

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ahs-confessions · 3 years

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#american horror story #ahs confessions #hannah hart #alison pill #ivy mayfair-richards #ahs cult #lookalikes #parallels #i love this hairstyle #i loved alison pill since in treatment #she was great in that

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pleasedonteattidepods · 6 years

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#i put arsenic in the wine. and the pasta.#sarah paulson #tide pods #american horror story: cult #ahs: cult #drink the kool-aid #ally mayfair-richards #ivy mayfair-richards #murder #poisoning #pleasedonteattidepods #5k #10k #15k

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suazzbar · 5 years

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My sick, twisted mind came up with this today. If anyone could write a story from this prompt, I would be grateful

#i was kidding #please don't #but yeah sure if you want #sarah paulson #lily rabe #raulson #ally mayfair-richards #ivy mayfair-richards #ahs: cult #cult #american horror story #ahs #foxxay #goode-day #gooday

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fear-is-truth · 4 months

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4. All time least favorite character?

ivy mayfair-richards. petty ass bitch and a backstabber.

#nickrhodeslittledarling

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krakazooom · 5 years

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I’m trying to watch AHS Cult but I’m tired of seeing lesbians in distress???? Can’t they just be rich, distinguished lesbian, restaurateurs raising their kid together???

#:(#should i proceed?#ahs #ahs cult #can't they just be happy #ally mayfair-richards #sarah paulson #ivy mayfair-richards

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blxckchxrrybxby · 2 years

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Couples Retreat

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

summary: What happens when a Couples Retreat turns out to be more stressful than pleasurable?

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“Please have your boarding pass ready. First-class boarding for Lucia, California will begin in approximately twenty minutes. Thank you.”

You huffed as you listened to the sound of the attendant over the speaker and tried your luck at calling Ivy again. A frown etched itself onto your face as your hands searched through your carry-on for your pass. The phone she had bought you laid snug between your shoulder and cheek. After a few trills, the call was sent to voicemail for the umpteenth time this morning. Usually, you weren’t the type to waste your emotions on someone’s voicemail, but you were fed up.

“Ivy, how dare you not show up for this idiotic trip that you insisted we go on! You've got ten minutes to get your ass here.” You vented in a hushed and angry tone into the microphone. You weren’t completely sure why she wasn’t returning your calls, when in fact, you both had just spent time together yesterday. It wasn’t like her to miss your calls unless she was busy working at her restaurant. Aside from that, what other responsibilities did she possess?

As you tried your best to calm your nerves, you decided to head over to one of the main windows and watch the planes take off. The air was dewy, and the sun had barely begun to rise, but thankfully, this kind of weather soothed you the most. As you leaned against the wall, your mind wandered back to Ivy.

Meanwhile—in the nearest coffee shop—two women sat, relishing in simple conversation.

“Aren’t you thrilled?” Cordelia asked, laying a comforting hand on the redhead across from her. She gazed fondly as her lover sipped the scalding black coffee and placed it down onto the coaster. With both women being punctual as ever, they managed to make it to the airport far earlier than expected. This of course allowed them to spend some well-deserved time together before the flight took off.

“To be surrounded by a bunch of paired-up imbeciles? I’m ecstatic.”

The monotonous response made the witch chuckle, “I’m sure you are. I can hear the excitement.”

With a huff, Wilhemina responded, “Why must we take the plane?” She leaned closer to her wife, whispering, “Couldn’t we use your magic?”

“Nope.” The Supreme smiled, after popping the ‘p’ rather obnoxiously. “Being around people will be good for us. You’ve rarely been out of that Godforsaken office of yours for weeks, and this may be my only chance to step away from the Coven.”

Wilhelmina mentally rolled her eyes as she sipped on her coffee again, still not fond of the idea of spending more than an hour on a plane. Surely the destination would not be worth the hassle of soothing the pain those horrid seats would cause against her back.

Noticing that her lover was far from happy, Cordelia slowly eased her foot out from her heel and grazed it across Wilhemina’s freshly shaven leg, beneath the table. “Besides…” She lowered her voice enough to match her wife’s previous whisper, “…I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

Wilhemina froze, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention and goosebumps spread across her skin like wildfire. Her cheeks grew a shade darker, however, she remained composed; taking a moment to gaze at the blonde over her cat-eye glasses. Lust aside, the older woman hummed in response, knowing that her Delia knew best.

“Fine, but I’ll hate every moment nonetheless.” Cordelia was about to chuckle in response; however, another voice beat her to it. Her eyes skimmed over to meet the sensuous ones of Ally Mayfair-Richards. She couldn’t help but to take in the woman’s appearance. A deep scarlet pants suit and heels for a flight? How suave, she thought.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to listen.” Ally stated sincerely, laying her hand flat against her heart as she continued to stand in line, waiting for her own cup of brew.

Wilhemina eyed her. “How does one not mean to listen?” Beneath Mina’s composed expression lay a nervous heart. What if this woman heard the brief mention of Cordelia’s magic? Delia laid a comforting hand on her wife’s in order to keep the beast inside her tame.

Ally allowed her voice to drop down to its natural octave, sarcastically snapping back at Wilhemina. “I would assume it’s something synonymous with overhearing-” Delia shot the shorthaired woman a warning glare. No matter how unkind Mina could come off, she wouldn’t let just anyone speak to her in any kind of way. “-but then again, what do I know?” Ally stated, trying to save the first impression of herself with the women she had just come to meet. “I really didn’t mean to intrude, it’s just that I’m going on this stupid couples’ retreat, and my wife hasn’t shown up yet. So, when you mentioned you’ll hate every moment, I could agree.”

Cordelia lightly tapped her heel against Mina’s. Something was odd about the woman’s statement and they both knew it.

Mina tilted her head, “You’re married and… your wife didn’t ride to the airport with you? Pardon my judgment, but isn’t that a bit odd?”

Cordelia slightly arched an eyebrow, glancing at Mina through her peripheral. Pardon her judgment? Since when did she care about how people took to her critical commentary?

The woman shrugged, “Not for us. Actually, it’s pretty common. We have a son and run a restaurant, so we aren’t typically granted the luxury of being up under one another all the time.”

Wilhemina arched an eyebrow, taking the woman’s story in. Did she take the fiery redhead as a fool? A blind man could see past her lies. Her fingertips tapped lightly against the cup of coffee, which now remained half empty and cold. Her eyes scanned over the facial features of the content brunette until her doe eyes met Wilhemina’s. They stared at one another for a moment; Ally slightly shifting from side to side beginning to feel uncomfortable under the redhead’s heavy peer. It was as if she could indeed see through her.

Cordelia cleared her throat a bit, not liking the fact that her lover was suddenly so interested in a stranger they had just met. She slipped her foot into her heel and slid her chair back, standing up enough to turn to Ally. “Well, I’m sure I heard the overhead say it was almost time to board, so we’ll talk with you once we land.” Wilhemina broke eye contact at the sound of Delia’s voice and followed suit, standing with the aid of her cane.

Ally smirked, perking up a bit at the realization that she would be boarding right along with the older women, “First class as well?”

“Yes, however, I doubt we’ll be seeing much of you,” Cordelia replied, forcing a smile—and trying to hide her jealous thoughts—whilst Mina threw her coffee away. Ally momentarily backed down, noticing the tension she had caused.

Once the woman in purple returned, Cordelia laid a hand on her lower back and began to walk away, before her lover mumbled out an indifferent, “It was delightful meeting you.”

Ally bit her lip in response, not finding it necessary to smile nor acknowledge the apathetic compliment. She had plenty of time to do so later. Once the couple was out of her sight, she moved up in the line; continuing to patiently wait for her brew.

As the two lovers made their way to the appropriate gate, a very frazzled Diane Sherman fidgeted out of anxiety near the entrance of the airport.

“I-I just had it!” she stated, rummaging through her cardigan pockets.

“Mom, calm down.” Her daughter soothed over the phone. “I’m sure it’s in your carry-on. This is only your eighth time checking for it.” She giggled with sarcasm, knowing this was her mother’s first time being alone since having her. You’d think with Diane being as thorough as she was that she’d be able to keep up with her boarding pass.

Diane huffed, “Chloe, are you sure you don’t want me to stay home?”

“Mom-”

“It’s nothing for me to head back to you.”

“Mom-”

“There’s plenty we can do. I mean, when was the last time we saw a movie?”

“Mom! I’ll be fine, I promise. I’m capable of taking care of myself, remember?”

Diane inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, trying her hardest to shake the anxiety dwelling within her. “Okay, okay… just remember to ca-”

“Call you every day when I wake up and every night before bed. Yes, I know, mom. Now, go enjoy yourself!”

Diane nodded to herself, “Alright. You’re right. I’ll um, call you when I land. Or maybe I’ll text you before the plane takes off-”

“Bye, mom!”

“Bye… I love you!” Diane hesitantly hung up and slipped her phone into her pants pocket; examining the large airport. It was fairly empty, yet still overwhelming to the homebody. She glanced into her carry-on and slid out her boarding pass, looking around like a lost puppy trying to find the correct gate.

As you stood by the window, figuring it was time to get ready to board, you couldn’t help but notice the poor woman. You slowly made your way over to her, offering a warm smile, “Hi… I could be completely wrong, but you seem a tad bit lost.”

Diane chuckled nervously, rubbing her neck. “Is it that obvious?”

You laughed softly and nodded, “Only a little. Is there any way that I could help you?”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to-”

“I insist.” You started empathetically, “If you’re anything like how I was when I first came to this airport… well, let’s just say I would have loved it if someone offered me help. I lost my boarding pass and almost missed my flight.”

She laughed softly, letting a bit of her nervousness subside. “I suppose a bit of help wouldn’t hurt…” She stared at you for a moment before clearing her throat and looking down at her ticket, “I um… I’m looking for gate A12?” She held the boarding pass up so you could see it more clearly.

You smiled, “Wait, are you going on the couples’ retreat as well?”

She blushed, “Oh, God no. It’s just me, myself, and I.”

You nodded understandably, “Well, either way, we’ll at least be on the same plane.” She smiled wide, bashfully biting her lip as you adjusted your carry-on, “Come. The gate isn’t too far from here.”

She nodded and followed along as you both made your way to the gate.

As everyone in first-class began to board, you couldn’t help but feel saddened at the fact that Ivy stood you up. However, you refused to let a good, already-paid-for vacation go to waste. You stood towards the back of the line, slowly moving as first-class boarded. You noticed Diane in your peripheral standing alone. After a moment of thought, it dawned on you that Ivy wouldn’t make it, hence an extra first-class boarding pass. You quickly reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the line with you.

“Oh, I think you’re mistaken. I’m not first-class.” She stated, almost ashamedly.

You linked arms with her and smiled, “You are today.”

Once you and Diane had made it onto the plane, you smiled and offered her the window seat. She refused for a few moments until you sat near the aisle, giving her no choice but to take the window seat. She thanked you bashfully and thus a conversation accrued.

One row behind you sat Ally, who waited patiently for the plane to finish boarding. As time ticked on, she spotted the captivating redhead from earlier and her lovely blonde spouse, merely two rows ahead of her on the opposite side. She chuckled to herself and laid back, pulling out a phone. She slid in her headphones and relaxed, pressing play. Your voice echoed through the earbuds,

“Ivy, how dare you not show up for this idiotic trip that you insisted we go on! You’ve got ten minutes to get your ass here.”

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