Sarah Paulson one shots

Comfort pt.1

Reader x Cordelia x Billie Dran Howard

The reader is going to be in a little headspace

Mommy - Billie
Mama - Cordelia

Sfw regression so pls don't be gross abt it

Cordelia's Pov
Billie Y/n and I have been living together for only about a year but we've all grown very close . Billie and I where a couple 3 years before y/n came into our lives . She showed up at the school with her father after she tried to set him on fire . While I was speaking with her and her father I could tell there was something off with her . I was getting something different off her vibe that I hadn't felt from the other girls that got dropped off here . But it didn't feel like a bad thing she seemed fairly sweet but also a little shy . She explained that she didn't try to purposefully set her father on fire it happened during an argument and I could tell she wouldn't try to hurt him like that on purpose . After I talked with her father he left and I showed y/n around the house and showed her to her room . She was sharing a room with Mallory and Coco so I introduced her to them and the girls seemed to take a liking to y/n . I helped her set up some of her stuff and told her what time dinner was before leaving the girls to go to my room to call Billie . When I explained how y/n acted I could practically see her smile through the phone call and she asked if she could come by for dinner . She hadn't been living at the house yet because she enjoyed having her own space but still came over almost every night for dinner and would sleep over . I of course said she could come by but she couldn't make y/n feel uncomfortable since she was very shy and anxious since she just got dropped off here . She agreed and we said our goodbyes and hung up . When it got closer to dinner time I went to the kitchen to help Myrtle cook and set the table. I went upstairs to all of the girls rooms to tell them to come downstairs but saved Cocos Mallory's and y/n's room for last so I could talk with them . When I got to their bedroom the door was slightly open and I peaked through the crack and saw all three of the girls on Mallory's bed watching something on her laptop . Y/n was sitting in the middle with a blanket wrapped around her and a stuffed animal on her lap and Coco was braiding her hair while the movie had Mallory and y/n's full attention . I smiled watching them already getting along and knocked on the door frame to let them know I was there . Coco looked up at me and smiled before looking back down to y/n's hair so she could finish and Mallory and y/n kept their eyes glued to the laptop screen

'Hi girls what are you guys watching ?'

I had made my way over to the bed and sat on the edge next to the laptop making it slightly slide down the bed . As soon as the screen moved y/n started whining and Mallory pulled it back up quickly

'We watch Cind'ella'

Y/n babbled that out but turned her attention back to the movie giggling . I smiled watching her giggling at the movie until Coco finished her hair and sat next to her

'Is dinner ready Ms. Cordelia ?'

I looked over to Coco and nodded with a smile and Mallory paused the movie making y/n whine again . Coco stood up off the bed but before I could do anything she picked y/n up placing her on her hip and took the blanket off her but let her keep the stuffed animal . I smiled watching them walk out of the room and I followed after them . Coco and Mallory sat next to each other like always and Coco sat y/n down next to her on her other side . All the girls started eating but before I could sit down the doorbell ran and I ran over to the door . When I opened it Billie was standing there with a smile and immediately pulled me in for a hug . I pulled her inside the house shutting the door behind her and pulled away from the hug to place a soft kiss on her lips . She held me closer and deepened the kiss and slowly moved her hands down until they where resting on my ass and pulled me closer to her . I held her closer and figured it was okay since the girls where eating in the dining room