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absolutemadladdie · 2 years

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"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode): (MAKING A SECOND LIST BECAUSE I'M AT MAX LINKS ON THIS ONE)

Ps. (*)=angst, (**)=smut

SARAH PAULSON STORIES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Billie Dean Howard

Mirror, mirror**

In dusty pink silk**

Where eyes can’t pry our kisses

Addicted to the way we love**

The silver moon loves you as I do

Hurt me once

The Weeping Angel

Don’t ask me what could have been*

Where eyes can’t pry our kisses

An Ocean Away

Love you for a long time (series) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)**, (6), (7)

my racing hands down your hips**

last of the true believers**

you found this, you need this

as long as you are with me, there’s no place i’d rather be

happy new year, my love

you’re my lobster

mind is just as frail as it’s frame, you know i’d leave it alone*(sad ending)

praise me**

make you scream**

corruption**

Lana Winters

love slipped beyond your reaches

i’ll always carry you

Cordelia Goode

Your night with Cordelia

A Winter Surprise, Part 2**

And your touch burns in the light of the morning**

Loving Blind**

Into the light (I’ll hold you)*

Flower’s bleed pink under the setting sun

Sisters under the sun

Hold me into the new dawn

Playing with fire

Guide my shaking hands until they still

you’re my jewel (1), (2)

can the city forgive?

remembering is her favorite pastime

baby, heaven’s in your eyes**

when i fell you were there, with your hands in the air

the morning after nye

make it taste like love**

you make me feel like a teenager in love

You are loved**

drunk in love

you’ll get sick

her reflection**

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna

Footsteps leave echoes in the sand*

Greiving for something not lost*

you made your mark on me

Audrey Tindall

so inviting, i almost jump in

i missed you

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Six

The forest is calling and I must go

It comes and goes in waves

friday i’m in love

eyes full of stars

i only want you

I’ll shut you up

Wilhemina Venable

I thought I’d killed you

What a Year

Count**

In sleep and in dreams you are mine

Light shines from within the cracks of gold

I dont know my name (1), (2), (3)*

and all the pieces fall right into place**

i felt forever when i laid upon your chest

i will see you right

the girl in the dress cried the whole way home.

you’re my religion

drawing hearts in the byline

the future isn’t worth its weight in gold (1), (2), (3)

I know that you never sleep

I do care about you

Tuberculosis Karen

Mamie Eisenhower

AMERICAN CRIME STORY

Marcia Clark

Linda Tripp

RUN 2020

Diane Sherman

RATCHED 2020

Mildred Ratched

somewhere between desperate and divine**

OCEAN'S 8

Tammy

STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP

Harriet Hayes

MRS. AMERICA

Alice McCray

GLASS

Ellie Staple

THE GOLDFINCH

Xandra with an X

“Show me”**

CAROL

Abby Gerhard

MULTI CHARACTER

Three’s not a crowd, especially when it’s us (Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)*

i’m burning (Billie dean Howard x reader x Xandra)(1), (2)**

stay awake, wait for me (series) (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode) (1), (2)**, (3), (4)**

the altar is my hips** (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Audrey Tindall)

‘tis the damn season (Ally x Reader x Cordelia)

the pleasure’s all mine (Wilhemina Venable x reader x Mildred ratched

IMPORTANT NOTE: These stories are NOT WRITTEN BY ME. I simply do not have the creativity and skills to write such masterpieces. Credits to their lovely and respective authors! Thank you so much for writing these! <3 PLEASE GO SUPPORT THEM WITH PROVIDED LINKS!

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fumingspice · 3 years

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dreams through your fingers

Sarah Paulson's Marcia Clark x reader

Summary: short, baking with the kidz 😎

I'm sorry for my tipsy post last night. In fairness I still think I'm funny as fuck but please take these 700 words or so as collateral for the stress I may have caused.

taglist: @sarahp-stan @jumpoffabridge-t @sarahpaulsonsoftie @definitelynot-a-writer @bottom4delia @delias-bitch-craft @creepingwolfberry @thesapphictimelady @goodeday2u @that-fucking-error @saucy-sapphic @sarahp-stan @winters-witch-bitch

Marcia sat in her home-office, cigarette smoke wafting through the blinds. A mug of steaming coffee in one hand and in the other she held a pen. Pen met paper a few times. Some God awful write-up prosecuting a potential serial rapist. There was no "potential" about this case. The man was so clearly guilty yet all the evidence lined up in his favour.

Marcia bit the left side of her bottom lip and trailed it through her teeth until she got to the right side. There was nothing she wanted to do less right now than finish this.

The lawyer pushed herself off the chair and out of her office, the smell of delicacies being baked down the hall enticing her to the kitchen.

"Jee whiz, Travis. The flour goes in the bowl, not my hair," you muttered deflated. The boy chuckled to himself as he rubbed his flour coated hands on your cheeks.

"What are we even making again?" he asked. "Pain du chocolat? Haven't we burnt the last six batches?"

You straightened up. Well, as much as you could straighten up anyway. "Pain-du-I'm gonna kick your ass at pin ball if you keep eating those chocolate chips, ya melter."

"What's going on?" Marcia asked, a smile drawn across her face as she glided across the kitchen. She smelt like coffee and fine cigarettes.

You chuckled as she put her arm around you. "Just trying to make you and your work buddies some snacks," you replied, twisting your body around to plant a kiss on her lips.

You turned back to the bowl of flour and saw the boys' mock-disgusted faces. "Oh, really?" you muttered. "I cleaned your dirty rooms yesterday and you guys think this is gross?"

Marcia smiled as you teased the boys, who giggled at your comments and planted a soft kiss on your neck. "I'll show them gross," she whispered as she took your hand and spun you gently in some clear space. She pulled you back into her arms and her lips met yours, sliding across them slowly. You moaned, just loud enough to annoy the boys.

"Come on, this has to be borderline child abuse," Trevor joked. "Yuck."

You rolled your eyes playfully and booped Marcia's nose. "It's not my problem you can't see how lucky your mom is to have someone as fun as me."

"Lucky isn't the word," Travis piped in sarcastically. You widened your mouth in offence.

Marcia chuckled, watching the boys file out of the kitchen. "Thank you for being so good with them," she whispered into your neck. "I don't know what I would do without you sometimes."

"Well, you would definitely have more flour. For a start."

The brunette chuckled, wiped her hand on the counter. You were just about to get ready to bolt when she grabbed your ass, floury print sticking to her jeans.

"Yup," you muttered, a smile grew on your face. "She's definitely their mother."

#marcia clark x reader #ahs #billie dean howard #billie dean howard x reader #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson #wilhemina venable x reader #sally mckenna x reader #ahs imagines #sally mckenna #lana winters #lana winters x reader

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nikitavenable · 2 years

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Guys I need Linda Tripp fanfiction plsss<3

#linda tripp #one shot #sarah paulson #american crime story #american horror story #Linda tripp x reader #cordelia goode #wilhemina venable #lana winters #marcia clark #impeachment

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deadpoetsart · 3 years

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So I got bored and edited this

#sarah paulson #oceans 8 #sarahpaulsonedit #sarah paulson fanfic #lgbtq #ratched #american horror story #cate blanchett #bernie sanders #mildred ratched #holland taylor #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable #cordelia goode #misty day #bette and dot x reader #bette and dot tattler #lana winters #marcia clark

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smartycvnt · 3 years

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Marcia Clark x reader

Fluff fall in love during trial

i don’t know who that is.

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absolutemadladdie · 2 years

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"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode) PART 2:

Ps. (*)=angst, (**)=smut

SARAH PAULSON STORIES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Billie Dean Howard

My Silver Screen, My Misery, My Love, My Defeat

I Had To Know Pain Before I Could Be Comforted*

Tulips And I Bloom In The Spring

Don’t Leave Me Now, You Might Love Me Back (a little bit * and **)

Lana Winters

Cordelia Goode

And So I followed (1), (2)**

Lionheart*, (bonus part)

Betelgeuse Above The Horizon

Fishes

I See the Signs of a Lifetime, You ‘Til I Die*

Moonlit Valkyrie**

You Fill My Head with You* (with a little sparkle of fluff)

tried baptism but it felt like burning*

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna

Russian Roulette*

Switchblade (both * and **)

Audrey Tindall

Ally Mayfair-Richards

injured

Collide (vi.: to come together with solid or direct impact)

a million little times*

Wilhemina Venable

What fun! The Apocalypse (1), (2)*, (3)**, (4)*, (5)**, (6)*

At 11:08pm In The Music Room, I Was Saved (1), (2)

Taut**

Bound**, (2)**

Hidden**

Touch**

Hymnist**

I Saw You Trying, My Love*

Get Me To Church, I’ve Done So Many Bad Things It Hurts

Fangs

Red Roses

Butterfly Wings In My Heart

The Night Shadows Watching The Darkness Approaching

And I Failed To Climb The Mountain

You And Me Won’t Be Unhappy

But Tonight - We Were The Lucky Ones

Withstanding All The Time, Changes, & Seasons

These Are The Reasons I Don’t Even Think I’d Quit

To Be Kissed In The Sky*

Wilhemina Came To A Halt

Baby Broke Down In My Bed Again

Ice Cream For Breakfast On A Sunday Morning**

Different Kinds of Falls**

Truce

To Be Heroes

Tuberculosis Karen

Mamie Eisenhower

AMERICAN CRIME STORY

Marcia Clark

Linda Tripp

RUN 2020

Diane Sherman

Bay Window Blues**

RATCHED 2020

Mildred Ratched

Light Shall Smite Her

OCEAN'S 8

Tammy

STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP

Harriet Hayes

MRS. AMERICA

Alice McCray

GLASS

Ellie Staple

THE GOLDFINCH

Xandra with an X

Why would you?**

CAROL

Abby Gerhard

MULTI CHARACTER

Strawberry Blond & Fiery Red (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)**

Let’s Go Party Lookin’ All Sexy (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)

Sup The Wine On Your Tongue (Billie Dean Howard x Sally McKenna x Reader)**

Morituri te salutant (Wilhemina Venable x Reader x Cordelia Goode)*

Wrap Your Love Around Me (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode)

The Touch Burns Like Fire (Miss Venable x Reader x Diane Sherman)**

A very Unprofessional Game Changer (Audrey Tindall x Reader x Diane Sherman)

FANFICTION COLLECTIONS

Hausbabylon:

Pick Your Poison (18+)

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔦𝔞 ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔨 | ℜ𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯

Anonymous - I saw you said you weren’t continuing The Sitter, so what about one where the reader works with Marcia and she asks for help on a case or something 👀

alright, this is gonna be interesting. I love doing requests because it really makes me think, yknow? like it’s not a preplanned thing. hopefully this lives up to your expectations anon 🥰

this is basically an au of sorts where Marcia doesn’t quit after the OJ case, because....because I said so. U^U

warnings: smoking, swearing, sexual implications if you squint, mentions of rape/domestic violence

word count: 1.5K

taglist: @pearplate, @sapphicsarahpaulson, @rainbow-hedgehog, @lilypadscoven, @lostlastsforever756, @waverlysdump, @angelxsarahp, @mildolynwaltzedintomyheart, @sarahp-stan, @dreamer-queen, @ninaahs, @winters-witch-bitch, @msvenablezcane, @legendsofwholock, @fand0m-obsess3d-g33k, @paulawand, @thebijesus, @sassicaismysupreme, @its-soph-xx, @goodeday2u

if you want to be added to the taglist, just message/ask me and I’ll be sure to do it! :)

enjoy xx

You worry your lower lip between your teeth as you read over your case files; these have gotten so much bigger than they should have, but you’ve got everything you need to convict this guy of rape. Everything was lining up and it all pointed to GUILTY. You just hoped that it would be enough to actually convince them to go through with it. You sigh heavily and lean your head back in your chair, closing your eyes and throwing the files onto the desk. This is giving you a headache. Pinching the bridge of your nose between your index and middle fingers, you mumble “Of all of the jobs I could have chosen,” the open ended sentence lingering like a joke.

“And yet you still chose this one.” you head shoots up to face the owner of the voice, and your lips tug into a smile automatically. “Marcia,” you say, standing up to greet the woman. She smiles as well and takes a few more steps into your office. Going back to her statement you quickly say “And I regret it every day.” The words make Marcia laugh quietly and grin,shaking her head and giving you a look of mock disapproval. “Oh come on now, you don’t mean that,” she says, and you shrug, smirking at the teasing nature of the conversation. “Perhaps. Wouldn’t have met you, so maybe I don’t.” is all you have to do, accompanied with a wink, to have the prosecutor blushing and pursing her lips with a mumbled “Shut up.” You chuckle and say back “Just joking, calm down Clark.”

Marcia seems to remember then what she came to see you for as she clears her throat and looks back to you, folding her hands together in front of her as she asks “So, can I ask a favor of you? I’ll pay you back, I promise.” You cock a brow; what could she want you for? “Uh, sure. What’d’ya need?” you reply, crossing your arms, so Marcia continues. “I’m working on a case right now, obviously, and I was wondering if you could help me out for a little while. If you’re busy with one I ge--” “Sure.” You don’t even have to think if you want to or not, you’d go to the ends of the earth for this woman, (same) so of course you say yes. “Yes?” “Yes.” “Oh. That was...easier than I thought it would be.” “Did you think I would say no?” “Well no, but I thought it would take a little bit more persuasion-” “Marcia why would--you know what never mind, just what is the case about?”

The older woman sighs and blows her bangs out of her eyes, biting her lower lip for a moment before nodding and beginning to explain the case. Turns out she’s stuck on a domestic violence case, similar to mine, except hers has been going on for a while so you nod along, even though you keep getting distracted by the way her nose scrunches up a little as she frowns, or the way her hands move while she speaks. When the woman is done, you nod one last time and say “Alright, that...sounds like fun. But what exactly did you need me for?” Marcia hums and says “Can you come with me? It’ll be better if I just show you.” You nod and follow her out, talking quietly as you return to her office. Once you get there, so guides you to her desk, where she has a bunch of files laid out. She leans over the desk and waves you over, and you can’t help yourself from quickly dragging your eyes over her legs, the angle that she’s bent showing them off a bit more.

But you quickly proceed to stand next to her, also bending down and observing the various papers and charts. It’s all a lot of information to take in so you ask Marcia to go a little slower, as she’s speeding through what she’s done already and it’s just a little too much for you to handle. The brunette has been doing this for longer than you have, so she could do this better than you. Stopping, the woman apologizes with a sheepish smile on her face, but you shake your head and gesture for her to continue. She does, but this time a bit slower.

You’ve been working on this case with Marcia, along with yours, for almost two weeks. And you’d been getting exceptionally close to the woman, having to work with her so much, which was really an added bonus. Any time with Marcia was a good time, she was funny, but also knew how to do her job well. She had the confidence that you could only dream of, and was a force to be reckoned with. You would hate to be the people that she was prosecuting, and you were glad that you weren’t. And in the end, you did win. So now you’re sitting in her office, after hours, with a bottle of tequila set between the two of you being shared throughout the past few hours. The woman tells some sort of inappropriate joke and you burst out laughing, even as heat seared your cheeks and neck. Marcia grins cockily, her tongue sticking out a little between her teeth and making you giggle more. The alcohol probably wasn’t helping.

Another thing the alcohol definitely didn’t help was keeping your head clear. So your inhibitions are a bit blurred, and when Marcia finally asks “Since you’ve helped me, I did promise I would pay you back. So what is it that you want from me?” you have no problem replying “Your eternal servitude” with a straight face. But you start laughing again when Marcia gives you the look like “what the fuck did you just say to me” She rolls her eyes and puts out her cigarette after taking one last drag of it, tossing the thing down in the tray. Your eyes follow the movement before returning to Marcia’s face, her eyebrow raised and a playful smile still on her face. You return it, scrunching your nose up a bit and biting your lip as you think about what you want in return.

Again, tequila really does not help one think straight, so when your body decides that it’s a good idea to stand up, strut (?) over to Marcia, and make yourself at home on her lap, your brain says “Yes, this is fine.”

:))))

“I can think of something.” you rasp, arms coming to curl around the brunette’s neck, and you don’t really register her wide eyes and her cracked whisper of your name as you press your lips to her neck, lining it with kisses and the occasional nip, making Marcia gasp sharply, instinctively setting her hands on your waist and gripping it tightly. You continue this for a while, and slightly squirm when, as you drag your tongue over her skin before sucking it into your mouth, she moans lowly, the sound dragging out over the course of a few seconds and sending tremors down your spine. But it’s your turn to moan when all at once her right hand leaves your waist to rake through your hair before tightening and yanking your head back roughly and giving your neck the same treatment, except she doesn’t give you the pleasure of gentleness as she immediately sinks her teeth into your pulse point.

Your arms stiffen and you let out a whine at the sudden burst of painful pleasure and without hesitating, you set your hand on her neck and push her away from you and back into her chair as you crash your lips against hers, desperate and urgent. Marcia presses back with just as much need, tilting her head in order to deepen the kiss even further and forcing her tongue past your lips to tangle with your own. You moan against her, the sound being swallowed by the woman’s mouth and you swear you hear her chuckle quietly. The hand that remains on the brunette’s neck tightens slightly as she bites down on your lower lip and makes her hiss under her breath, while you smirk victoriously. This little fight of dominance carries on for a few more minutes, pulling away for a few seconds before locking eyes and lunging forward again, unable to stay apart for more than a few seconds. You’re both breathless and panting by the time you finally manage to hold yourself back, keeping your forehead pressed against Marcia’s as you each attempt to catch your breath.

Marcia somehow does so first and, as you finally start to as well, she lays soft kisses along the column of your neck and jaw, lining the bone with subtle lipstick marks. When she pulls away she smiles playfully and rubs her thumb over the corner of your mouth, gently wiping your skin clean from the same light pink color. You giggle airily and once again press your forehead to hers, closing your eyes as Marcia does the same, sighing quietly.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

#i had no idea how to end this fic #literally 0 clue #marcia clark #marcia clark x reader #american crime story #the people vs oj simpson #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #fanfiction #romance #x reader #fem!reader #return the favor

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔦𝔞 ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔨 | ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔇𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 | 𝔓𝔱 1

Not necessarily requested by @thebijesus, but basically requested by @thebijesus; Marcia Clark x reader, reader is oj’s daughter and marcia has a love/hate relationship with her and they end up 👀 and Marcia is very much a power top

honestly wasn’t sure how to start this one, it’s def gonna get long o_0

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warnings: swearing, being related to oj simpson (🤢), SLOW-BURN TO THE MAX, love/hate aka angst >:)))

word count: 722 (I didn’t know how to end it so I just stopped there, you’ll get another chapter today so don’t complain)

taglist: @pearplate, @sarahp-stan, @waverlysdump, @dreamer-queen, @sapphicsarahpaulson, @lostlastsforever756, @mildolynwaltzedintomyheart, @rainbow-hedgehog, @sassicaismysupreme, @lilypadscoven

if you want to be added to the taglist, just message/ask me and I’ll be sure to do so! :)

enjoy xx

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“I know you did it, daddy.” is all I say before sneering and walking out, watching from a distance as the police take my father away. Hi. I’m y/n Simpson. Yeah, the eldest daughter of three of O.J. Simpson, and I know he killed my mom. I just....feel it, I feel it in my bones. He tells me he didn’t do it, but I know he did, somehow. So as I watch my father being arrested and taken to jail, I can’t help but to smile a little. He would pay for killing mother, he had to. I had yet to meet his prosecutors, but I did know his lawyers. And....jesus. They were something, a force to be reckoned with. I honestly almost felt bad for whoever would be prosecuting father, having to go up against Cochran and Shapiro. I shudder just thinking about those men.

Anyway, I roll my eyes and sniff, ignoring Richard trying to talk to me, not really wanting to talk to anyone who thinks daddy’s innocent. So, not knowing what else to do, I make my way out to my car and get in, driving away before anyone can stop me, just wanting to get out for a while. I drive through the city for a while, no particular place to go, and end up in front of the...law office? Why did I come here? I think to myself, but still find myself getting out of the car and walking inside, despite my better judgement. It doesn’t take me long to find my way to the prosecutors section, and I manage to track down what looks to be an assistant.

“Hi, could you tell me who’s working the O.J. Simpson case, please?” I ask as politely as I could, but the woman narrows her eyes and crosses her arms; “I’m sorry, that’s an ongoing case and I cannot tell you that information.” “I’m his daughter. And I’m 20. Just tell me who’s working my father’s case.” I say, my tone firm and the assistant huffs, rolling her eyes at me. Finally she mutters “Clark and Hodgeman.” I hum and thank her quietly, eyeing the various doors and attempting to figure out where these guys work. Or at least I assumed they were guys.

That is until I knock on a door labeled “Clark” and walk in, after the ‘come in’ is called out, and find myself faced with a woman. And not just a woman, a gorgeous, stunning woman, who looks up from a stack of paperwork as I walk in. I close the door behind me before being asked and turn back to face the woman, who now has a curious expression on her face. I smile politely and stay by the door, not wanting to enter further until given permission, which is granted after a moment by a wave of the woman’s hand. Quickly, I find myself perching on the edge of the chair across from her and introducing myself.

Her previously curious, but friendly, expression hardens immediately and she stiffens slightly in her chair. Her voice is cold when she says “What are you doing here?” I sigh. “I know he did it.” Is all I say, but the brunette still keeps her firm tone when she replies “That doesn’t answer my question. Why did you come here?” “Well I wanted to meet the people that are gonna put my father in jail, of course.” She purses her lips and glances between me and her papers, looking to be thinking about something. Though if she is she doesn’t tell me. Instead she mumbles “You have quite the confidence that he did it, for being the man’s daughter.” I shrug; “I know he did it. And I know your reputation for putting people like him behind bars.”

Again she takes a deep breath, drumming her fingers on her desk and finally saying “Sure. Now I have work to do, so I’d like it if you leave now.” I laugh sardonically and stand up, flaring up my hands in an ‘oh well’ gesture as I mumble “Well you can’t say I didn’t try. Good luck, Ms. Clark, I’ll see you in court.” And with that I walk out, feeling her eyes following me until the door is closed behind me and I chuckle, shaking my head and leaving the building.

#marcia clark #marcia clark x reader #the people vs oj simpson #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #fanfiction #romance #x reader #fem!reader #slow-burn #angst #eventual flirting #eventual romance #american crime story #his daughter

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔦𝔞 ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔨 | ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔇𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 | 𝔓𝔱 4

alright i’m back

back again

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warnings: swearing, smoking

word count: 1.1K

taglist: @pearplate, @lostlastsforever756, @sapphicsarahpaulson, @dreamer-queen, @sarahp-stan, @its-soph-xx, @ninaahs, @waverlysdump, @lilypadscoven, @rainbow-hedgehog, @sassicaismysupreme, @angelxsarahp, @mildolynwaltzedintomyheart, @fand0m-obsess3d-g33k, @winters-witch-bitch

if you want to be added to the taglist, just message/ask me and I’ll be sure to do so! :)

enjoy xx

Nothing notable happened that weekend, and I managed to get through it with only a few confrontations and three crying sessions, so honestly I’m pretty I’m winning. It’s Monday, again, and though I’m sick and tired of all of this in-and-out that my home has been getting, and these fucking heels, I do feel this sort of...lightness, at being able to get outside again. The lawyers have been encouraging the family to stay inside, because we all know what would happen if the paparazzi, or the people, would do if they got a hold of any one of us. So I listened, and stayed inside most of the time, only going out in my car for short drives and never a walk, not anymore. Even the people who supported my father could be dangerous, especially for me, since it wasn’t very secret that I was against him.

But I step out of my home, making sure there are no reporters or...whatever else could be lurking around my property, and quickly walk to my car, getting in without hesitation and leaving. On my drive to the courthouse, I think about what’s happened over these past few weeks. My father kills my mother, they find the body, he goes on the run, gets found, gets arrested, gets put in jail. I meet the beautiful prosecutor that’s trying to keep daddy in jail, have a breakdown in front of the other one, and it’s only been, what, two and a half weeks? Not even? I sigh. My life has never been more interesting, though I really wish it was under better circumstances and not a murder case.

I arrive at my destination in a few more minutes, zoning back into reality so I can get out of my vehicle and into the building. With a deep breath, and push the doors open, my head held high and posture straight, my walk confident and self-assured, even as I’m kinda dying inside. So as I allow my things to be scanned, that being my purse and wallet, and my body, I keep up my mature facade, not breaking it for a second. My eyebrow cocks a bit as I scan the room, eyes raking over the large crowd as I take back my things, placing my wallet back in my purse and swinging it over my shoulder. Continuing forward, I spare a glance at the defense team, sneering at them when they send me smug looks. I roll my eyes, brushing them off, and move to the entrance of the courtroom, intermingling with the other watchers, until we’re all inside, at which point I make my way to my usual seat before anyone else can take it, right behind the prosecution table.

I smile unconsciously at the familiar sight of the unruly, curly brown hair of Marcia Clark in front of me, and glance for a moment at Hodegman, almost trying to catch his eye, probably to give him a silent thank you, but he seems to be very engrossed in whatever it is that’s on the table. So I sigh quietly and lean back in my seat, allowing myself to zone out until the trial starts.

Today is jury selection. Oh lord. I sigh, leaning back in my chair; this can go one of two ways. Either it can go smoothly, or shit can go down. I had no idea that was starting today, honestly, so for some reason this is all news to me. I didn’t even know bystanders were allowed to see Jury selection. Though, I suppose because I’m family...

Anyway, I try and pay attention as they question and release or approve of various people, sending them out or bringing them in, until hours have passed and it’s gotten even more tedious and boring. I swear, I never knew jury selection could be this boring. It looks like they’re trying to get a largely black based jury, which I suppose is alright, though it doesn’t make complete sense to me. But it isn’t my job to understand what all this means. So the day ends, the so far jury being dismissed before any closing remarks are made and everyone else is let out. I tap my leg nervously, bouncing my leg and hopping out of my seat as soon as I can. I need some fresh air, all of this has gotten so confining.

As soon as I get outside I take a deep breath, leaning against the building and digging around in my purse until I find what I’m looking for. Opening the pack, I retrieve one cigarette before putting the things back. But as I look for my lighter, I find myself unable to find it. I growl under my breath, sticking my cigarette between my teeth so I don’t drop it and swearing under my breath. This goes on for a few minutes until I finally give up with a frustrated groan. My head falls back and hits onto the hard surface behind me, but I ignore the sharp burst of pain. Unable to light the thing, I remove my cig from my mouth and twirl it around in my fingers. I debate on whether or not to put it back or just throw it away, since it was in my mouth already.

“You need a light?” My head snaps up to look at whoever just spoke, and I find myself face-to-face with....Marcia Clark. My eyes narrow slightly and I don’t say anything. The brunette cocks a brow and holds up a lighter, flicking it open in invitation. With a heavy sigh, I shrug and mumble “Alright” before returning my cigarette to my lips, and leaning down to hover it over the open flame, making eye contact with Clark as I pull away, causing a flush to creep at my neck. But I sniff and take a deep breath, inhaling the nicotine and feeling the stinging go down my windpipe, before I let it out as smoke to the side in a sigh. Once I look back, I see Clark with her own cigarette, lighting it as I watch her and putting her lighter away once she’s done. She glances over at me and seems to think for a bit, before she says “Well, have a good day, Ms. Brown”

I hum and nod, returning the words and watching her walk away, clearing her throat as she turns. Once she’s out of my sight, I close my eyes, taking another drag and trying to block everything out. Minutes pass, and eventually I have to put my cigarette out, at which point I decide it’s home time. So, I wander over to my car and get in, throwing my purse on the seat next to me before turning the vehicle on and pulling out of the parking lot. Another day over.

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