Sarah Paulson Character One-shots

Heather - Cordelia Goode x Misty Day

a/n: wanted to stop this story half way and call it finished where the italics are, but a certain someone *cough* @stayevildarling *cough* forced me to write more and give it a better ending. you're welcome.

cw: implied unrequited love, cheating

You're sitting in the greenhouse on the couch curled up in front of the fireplace. It's January and the weather has been surprisingly chilly for New Orleans. You tuck your knees up to your chin, resting your head breathing in the scent of the oversized sweater you're wearing.

You still remember on the third of December she gave you her sweater. A lovely, thick, cream cable knit sweater. You were standing in the room where you are now attending to the various plants when the blonde walks in taking note of your shivering form.

"Here sweetheart," she chuckles, pulling the cream sweater up over her head before passing it to you, "It'll look better on you than me anyway," a shy smile playing on her lips as you take it from her hands.

You've been attending the academy for years, always being by Cordelia's side. You really liked her. Like, really really. You just never had the guts to tell her. Too scared. Too scared of it only being one-sided. And now you know, because ever since Misty Day returned from the dead the two of them have been inseparable. Disgusting. You wish you had what they have.

Speaking of, a gust of blonde messy hair captures the attention of the two of you and you watch Cordelia's eyes twinkle as she walks by. The blue shawl draped lazily around her shoulders was really a sight for sore eyes, the colour brighter than the blue sky.

Misty has captured Cordelia's attention and everything else that comes with it. Misty is everything, has everything. She has her mesmerised while you're here watching, dying inside.

You're so intoxicated by Cordelia, her lips curling into a soft, beautiful smile as Misty quickly diverts her direction towards the doors of the greenhouse. Cordelia's pretty pink lips now captured between her teeth as she is stuck in thought. You wonder what the older woman is thinking of. You notice her take a quick glance towards you before she presses her lips together and smiles warmly again to none other than Misty. You know what you're thinking of. How it would feel kissing her. Oh, how you wish you could kiss her. Feel her lips against your own. Full of passion, love, and more than you can ever think of. But why would she ever kiss you?

You smile weakly greeting Misty by nodding as she enters the greenhouse. You're not even half as pretty as her. Misty is so beautiful. The loose, messy curls flowing over her shoulders, looking amazing as always. Her beautiful blue eyes, her amazing figure that is only essentuated by her beautiful dress that fits snugly around her waist before it flares out at her boots. She has amazing fashion sense. She's a beautiful, essentric soul in the best possible way. You don't have that. You've got nothing she does. You're not pretty like her.

"Dee whatya doin out here with nothin on? It's more freezin than the Alaska out here," she giggles at her own words adorably and you smile fondly at the two women although your heart began slowly sinking into your chest, "Here," she waves her hand conjuring up a sweater from her bedroom, it's just polyester, nothing special unlike the sweater Cordelia had given you. If you were Misty you'd have given her something better. "Have mine,"

A small voice begins shouting out in the back of your mind. You like her too. You love Cordelia. You want to be the one who can do this with her. Give her your sweater to keep her comfortable from the cold. You begin clenching your fists into balls, "Wanna head back inside?" she strokes her hand lovingly up and down the Supremes arm

"Not right now, sweetheart. I wanted to do some things here," Cordelia apologises sincerely, almost looking scared to say the wrong thing. However, Misty wraps her arms around her shoulder and the Supreme brings her in for a kiss.