Sarah Paulson & Others (Headcanons)

dyslexia |american horror story|

this is written with my own experiences, dyslexia differs from person to person, so mine may not be the same as yours... there is also mention of having a stutter, i don't always stutter, mainly when i'm in uncomfortable situations, but i wanted to add it in as well, because i think it fits wilhemina's character perfectly...
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billie dean howard
- billie would find you one day, sat at your desk, tears in your eyes
- "babydoll, what's wrong?" she'd ask "i- i can't do it" you'd stutter "what baby, can't do what?" she'd ask with worry growing on her face
- you'd just look down, embarrassment written across your face "m- my english work"
- she'd kneel down, grabbing your hands to turn you towards her "let me have a look darling, i'll help" she'd place a light kiss on your hand as she stood again
- she'd pull up a chair next to your desk "let's have a look"
- she would read through everything you've done so far "babydoll, that's amazing so far, what are you stuck on"
- you'd show her the next question "i don't even know what it says" you'd say barely beyond a whisper
- she would just smile, it was something you would always hide, so for you to be specifically showing her, this was a massive change
- "i just don't know what it's asking me, what does that even mean?" you'd ask pointing to a specific word
- she would take her time, explaining everything she could to you in detail
- "never be afraid to ask darling" she'd say, placing a kiss on your head "i know you don't like to admit your struggling, but i would never look at you differently"
- you would carry on with the question once billie left 'i can do this' you think to yourself
- you would spend another hour finishing it off, before heading downstairs, searching the house for billie
- "aw hey gorgeous" you'd say, walking closer to her and placing yourself in her lap
- you would cuddle for a while, billie whispering the occasionally compliment in your ear
- "thank you for earlier bil" you'd say later in the night, she would just smile
- "it's no problem darling, always ask if you need help" you'd look up into her eyes, from her lap "i love you baby"
- "i love you to y/n" she'd reply, starting to play with your hair again

lana winters
- "baby can you help me" lana would shout from her office, out into the house
- you'd put down the work you were doing and head upstairs "yeah sure baby, what do you need help with" you'd say as you walked into the room
- she would be sat at her desk, pen in hand and glasses on her head
- "just this baby, i don't know if it makes sense" you'd freeze instantly
- it was something you hadn't mentioned to her yet, the fact that you struggle with writing and just general english
- "um yeah sure" you'd say, taking the last few steps towards her desk, you'd go to bend down but she'd pull you onto her lap
- "that paragraph there" she would say, pointing to the block of words
- you head would start to spin, worrying you would completely freeze and not have anything to say
- "i- um okay let me read it" you'd start, some of the words were unrecognisable, your hands were starting to sweat
- "i- um yeah it looks good to me" you'd say, your brain hadn't even taken in what it said, your eyes unfocused on the words in front of you
- "i- baby what's wrong?" she'd ask, she could see your fidgeting and could feel your hands sweating
- "it's nothing banana, that's really good" you'd say as you went to get up, you'd feel a pull and fall back into her lap
- "no, no you don't, what's up?" lana would say as her hands tightened around your waist
- "i- it's just, i can't read, well not well anyway" you'd hear a gasp coming from behind you "sweetheart why didn't you say?" she'd ask
- you would just sit there silent until she squeezed you even harder "i- i don't know, i didn't want you to think less of me" tears would start to form in your eyes "darling girl, i could never think less of you"
- you would both sit there in a comfortable silence, you were trying to re-read the paragraph and lana was taking in what you'd said
- "y/n why didn't you tell me, i would've tried to help all this time"
- you didn't know what to reply, maybe the reason you hadn't was because of how amazing lana's writing is
- "i didn't want pity, but was also scared that you would laugh, you're this amazing writer and i struggle with the most simply parts of english"
- lana would sigh, taking your face in her hands and slightly squeezing "baby i could never, i may be good with writing, but all the things you do, all your creative work; i would have no idea"
- lana would promise to help you, taking time in her week to teach you things
- she'd get you to practice spelling, knowing that it was the one thing that annoyed you the most "yes good job darling" she would say
- some people would find it strange, a wife teaching her wife how to write and spell, but lana loved it
- she was able to teach you her passion and in return you got to speak about yours, talking to each other for hours about your hobbies
- "thank you for having patience with me baby" you'd say one night, when you were cuddled up together "the pleasure is all mine" she'd reply