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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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summary: you get stuck on the rooftop with none other than harriet hayes. perhaps she's not bad as you think she is. or perhaps she just looks really pretty under the moonlight.

pairing: harriet hayes x reader

word count: 2200

When back luck decided to stuck, it hit at the worst possible time. You not only felt as if you had an awful show, but now you were stuck on the root top with none other than Harriet's Hayes.

It was silly, really.

You were enjoying the after party when Matt sent you up to the roof to turn the lights on after the power had suddenly went out.

It was simple, you just had to flip the backup switch on.

But of course Harriet had to follow you up. She was bored, is what she had said. She simply wanted to get fresh air. But when she's your shadow nine out of ten times, you find her excuses somewhat hard to believe.

She always had to be around you. But she hated you. And you despised her too.

She didn't like that you were gay, and you didn't like that she tried to push her beliefs on you. Harriet's Haye's stupidly pretty face pissed you off to no end. And you hated that stupidly pretty dress that she was wearing tonight; it hugged her small curves in the best ways, and you just wanted to rip it off.

You wanted her to stop making you feel like this, like the only way you would only be able to feel her skin, and taste her lips would be in your dreams. Like you had to fight wars with her to keep your feelings down within.

"There's no cell service" Harriet had said.

"Could've told you that one" was your piqued response, and you banged on the door one last time before giving up.

"Maybe we can climb down."

"Harriet, I hate to break it to you, but we aren't in one of your silly little movies" you told her plainly, without even making an effort to look at her.

You sat down on the concrete block, and pulled your coat tighter around your frame.

"Okay well calm down. At least i'm trying to think of ways to get out of here."

"Yes, because your ideas have been so helpful" you replied sarcastically, and could see that you were getting a rise out of Harriet.

She took a seat beside you, and you moved your leg when her knee hit yours. You hated that a single touch caused shivers down your spine. "You don't have to be so mean to me. I just trying to help, okay?"

You looked away, you wanted to cry, really. Her voice slightly quavered, and you wanted to take it all back. But, you refused to falter your demeanor around her, so, you provided an act of kindness instead. "Harriet, take my jacket. Your freezing," because you could feel her ice cold arm against yours.

"What?" she turned her head to the side, and now her face was incredibly close to yours. All you had to do was lean a little further, if you were to have the courage. "No. It's freezing out. I don't want you to be cold."

"Well you're the one who has to film for a movie soon, so I don't want you to get a cold. My dress sleeves are longer than yours anyways."

You took your jacket off, and placed it over Harriet's shoulders, where she then put her arms through it. It was cold out. Freezing. But you would let yourself get hypothermia if it was the punishment for making Harriet comfortable.

She was still looking at you, you could feel it on the side of your face. You could hear her soft breaths in your ear, over the millions of cars down below you. "Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"I just don't want you to be cold, okay? Just forget about it."

"Fine." She turned her head back to face the view of the city.

"Fine."

Silence spoke for a few moments before- "Okay but why don't you want me to be cold. You hate me."

"Harriet!" you sighed "I don't hate you. That's the thing, I don't hate you as a person, I hate the way you ridicule my life choices."

"Well-"

"Can we just try to find a way out of here? Please? I seriously can't take this right now. First a terrible show, now this" you said, and was sure that if the party was going to hear anything, it would've been that.

You stood up and the blonde then replied with, "A terrible show? I thought you were great tonight."

You looked her dead in the eye, and she saw something in them, a sort of softness that you have never offered her before, and then she continued, "I thought you were amazing, actually. Better than me."

"Then I must've been good if the Harriet Hayes is saying this."

"You know, you don't have to act like i'm this big bad celebrity all the time. I think we're equals. You're outstanding" Harriet told you, matter of factly.

"You are in a million different movies. Everyone always wants to see Harriet Hayes on their tv. If it wasn't for you, Studio 60 wouldn’t have been as popular as it is."

She stood up and held you hand. Her’s was warm, as she had been warming them up in the pockets of your jacket. "I think that they just aren't looking hard enough into you because they know you'll take off further than they can reach. They're assholes, but if they just payed attention for a moment, they would understand what i'm saying."

"I- Wow. Thank you, Harriet." You titled your head down to conceal the blush that had taken ahold of your cheeks, and then you cleared your throat. "Uh- um...maybe we should figure out a way out of here."

"Definitely. I don't want to be spending the rest of the party up here."

And there it was again. She didn't want to be up here with you, she was simply being nice to put the tension and awkwardness on a halt for the time being. You knew who she really wanted to go spend her time with.

"Yeah, you would rather spend it with Matt. I know" you scoffed, dramatically.

"Well yes, because Matt was going to talk to me about my new skit" she said, and you felt as if the conversation previously, suddenly didn't happen. It was like she was an entirely different person whenever the thought of Matt would occur.

"Of course. It's always Matt."

“What is your problem with Matt? You know, you wouldn't be on the show if it wasn't for him."

"Oh would you look at that, Matt's my little fucking hero, getting me on this show, huh?"

"Gosh, it's like you're jealous" she slapped her hands to her side, and then lifted them up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Maybe I am."

"Then why are you even still here?"

“Because of you, Harriet, goddamn! It's like I can't get enough of you. Over Christmas break, all I could think about was you! I can’t go a single day without seeing your beautiful face, because I go absolutely insane. I need to hear you yelling at me over something stupid that I said, or to just feel you roll your eyes when I flip you off. I need that Harriet. I need you!"

She walked closer to you, her hand meeting your cheek. You flinched, figuring that she was going to slap you. You would deserve it, you thought.

She didn't. She didn't slap you. Her hand rested on the pink tinted flesh of your cheek. The warmth, mixing with the coldness of your skin. It felt nice. It felt like getting under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate after playing in the snow as a kid. It felt like home.

"I'm in a new hell every time you get back with Matt. I can't stand it anymore, Harriet" you whispered, enough for her to hear. The moonlight made Harriet’s skin glisten, and you noticed that she, as well, was crying.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore."

"What-"

It was rare, the feeling. Something you've never felt once before. Something past that euphoric feeling that you get when you finally get to the top of the hill.

Harriet's lips felt soft against yours, and you felt greedy. You could taste the red wine on her lips, though she wasn't a single bit tipsy. This was Harriet's real decision.

And she wasn't very good at making decisions either. Never with Matt, nor with anyone she been with the time before that. She had always picked out the wrong ones. And they had never felt right to her anyways. This, this felt right.

However, greedy was an understatement. You were covering yourself in Harriet, and taking every piece of her to your grave. She was yours, for now, at least.

Withdrawing from her was quick, because you needed to breathe, and you hadn't even thought of it, as your brain had shut down and replaced it with everything Harriet.

"I don't wanna watch the Matt and Harriet show anymore. I wanna be one of the stars." She knew exactly what you meant, because she had felt the same way when you brought in your new girlfriend a while back. She was long gone now though, because all you could ever see in her eyes was a glimpse of Harriet.

Harriet, with her forehead still against yours, said, "We can make our own show. Together."

"Then you have to promise you won't cancel it on me."

"I wouldn't dare" she breathed against you "I don't think I ever want that door to open now, though."

You laughed, "Yes, if it didn't feel like it was below zero degrees out."

"Then let my body heat warm you up." She sat down, and then put her arms out for you.

You laid against her, not worrying that your hair would be messed up, because Harriet made everything feel a bit okay. "Do you think anyone is ever going to find us up here?"

You shifted against her so you could lay on her chest, used as a pillow. And for her arms, as a blanket would, covered you tightly.

"No, because sometimes it feels like it's just you and I in this world” she said.

"Even when I'm mean to you?"

"Even when you're mean to me. But I don't think that's going to be a problem anymore."

"It never should've been. I'm sorry. I feel terrible, and if I knew that this was the ending, then I never would've acted like that" you said, sympathetically.

"I threw my belief’s in your face, and made you feel awful about yourself, just to suppress my feelings for you."

"Sometimes people do crazy things when they're in love."

"They do."

Overtime, you ended up falling asleep on Harriet. She stayed awake to make sure you would be okay in the coldness, and to see if someone would come to the rescue.

Though by now, she figured the after party was just about ended.

She kissed the top of your head when she felt you begin to shift, and then you stretched out your limbs.

"Still up here?"

"Still up here." She confirmed, and your body shivered harder. You weren't properly dressed for this, but in your defensive, you were expecting to get stuck on the roof.

"Honey, your shaking so badly. Take your coat back."

As much as you were concerned for Harriet, you still listened because you were too exhausted to argue.

While you put your jacket back on and buttoned it up, you breathed in deeply. Harriet's scent had already consumed this jacket, and made it feel much cozier than before.

While you did this, Harriet banged on the door a few more times. If nobody were to hear you both now, then you would be here until the morning.

It was when you were dozing off again, that you heard you name being called. In a rather aggravated tone.

"Yeah?" You said, not giving much to open your eyes and look at her.

"Did you ever try pushing the door?"

"No...why?"

"Because, y/n, it's a fucking push door. Not a pull door. It's been open this entire time!"

With that, your eyes shot open, and you raced over to Harriet. The door, was in fact, open. But if you were being honest, you didn't regret any of this. Even if you were going to wake up with a cold tomorrow morning.

"Oh..."

"Oh my god" she laugh breathily. "I can't even be mad at you with that face, either."

You smiled harder, your eyes squinting though the sleepiness to look at her. "Let's go, you goof. How about you just stay at my place tonight?"

"Would love nothing more, baby."

You walked right past her, feeling her beam brightly, and stare at you with heart eyes bigger than the moon.

If it weren't for your forgetfulness, you wouldn't be going home with her. So really, neither of you could actually be mad. You would take a cold over having to spend another day without kissing Harriet.

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sheloooveswomen · 2 years

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smexy situations - headcanon

masterlist

prompt: different kinda sorta roleplay related scenarios with your girlfriend.

includes: billie dean howard, lana winters, cordelia goode, sally mckenna, ally mayfair-richards, wilhemina venable, diane sherman, alice macray, tammy, and xandra terrell.

☆ billie dean howard ☆

sugar mama !

• billie buys you special lingerie whenever she plans to take you to an event, sort of a signal of the roles taking place

• "spin around for me. i wanna see all of you."

• she'll pick out your clothes (or have stylists do so if it's an award show)

• opens doors and orders your meals/drinks (somehow she always knows what you want)

• the look in her eyes- immediate gay panic

• always a fun evening filled with dirty talk, explicit praise, and light degradation whispered in your ear (more than the usual)

• a night where she consistently tries to make you stammer/blush

• "Who owns you?"

☆ lana winters ☆

artist + muse

• idk why i picture lana banana painting (like i said in the quarantine headcanon)

• i see her dabbling in watercolors or charcoal drawing, something loose to take her mind off of writers block

• it transforms from a pastime to a hobby

• she moves from landscape to still life to figure drawing

• who better to study than you, her beloved girlfriend??

• she's a bit shy asking you to pose, only because she's a perfectionist and she'd want you to like her work

• but this is lana mf winters so when she gets the nerves over with she asks you to strip and lay on the couch so she can loosely drape a sheet over you

• studying your form soon turns to admiring your figure and quickly leads to hands on exploration- in the name of art of course...

famous author + fan

• AU where your gf is a romance/fiction writer

• despite writing countless interactions this version of lana is quite the introvert so she has you accompany her to writing conventions

• you always have her sign a book for you to commemorate each event

• slip each other flirty notes when you pass her booth throughout the day

• the woman loves compliments and you lay it on thick at each event (signings, meet and greet, wine and cheese, lunch, dinner and dancing)

• obviously fans and other writers hit on her but because she's so private they don't know she has a partner

• you act like one of them before you eventually get to retire to your shared hotel room for the weekend with your favorite author

☆ cordelia goode ☆

head mistress + teacher/student

• she didn't know being addressed as miss/mistress/ma'am was a turn on but here we are

• classic 'punishment' for your work not meeting her standards (just for fun because you'd never dissapoint your supreme)

• or a reward for work well done

☆ sally mckenna ☆

strangers at a bar

• she uses all her best pick up lines

• loves when you play hard to get

• "Make me really work for what i already have."

• the pride she feels when you turn someone else down

(hotel) maid + guest

• oh no! you came to tidy the room and she's laying naked on the bed what ever will you do

• she goes absolutely feral for the maid costume and it's equally as satisfying when she puts it on

☆ ally mayfair-richards ☆

nanny + parent

• starts as a joke after a day of babysitting Oz

Ally: "Thank you for keeping an eye on him, honey."

Y/n: "It's no problem."

Ally: "His camp starts next week so he'll be off during the day."

Y/n: "I really don't mind. You owe me, though."

Ally: "Do I?"

Y/n: "Would you like to know my going rate, Ms.Mayfair?"

Ally: *smirks* "Ms.Mayfair?"

Y/n: "Mhm."

Ally: "Uh huh...what would you like in return for your services?"

☆ wilhemina venable ☆

boss + secretary ?

• starts as a way to tease her

• you hand deliver her mail to her home office...then a snack, then tea, then lunch, and linger a bit wanting some attention

Y/N: "Your afternoon tea, Miss Venable."

MINA: *smirks but doesn't look up* "You don't work for me anymore, you know."

Y/N: "Force of habit." *takes a seat*

MINA: "You're leering."

Y/N: "Admiring."

MINA: "Mhm..." *continues to type*

Y/N: *continues to stare*

MINA: "No."

Y/N: "I didn't even say anything!"

MINA: "We're not having sex on my desk. My desk is for work."

Y/N: "But you're not working right here..." *points to empty spot on the desk*

MINA: *looks at spot for a long time* "Not happening."

• you tried and that's all that matters

monarch/royalty + servant/bather

• her medieval time period books are a comfort so this feels the same for her

• when Mina has a rough day (emotionally or work related) she likes to be taken care of

• instead of closing herself off completely she sheds her clothes along with the days problems and let's you pamper her

• the roles allow her to put some distance between the weight of her emotions and fill the space with intimacy instead

• when she's finally unwinded and you're turning in for the night she may say what's wrong or a simple (yet meaningful) thank you

☆ diane sherman ☆

repairman/handyman + home owner

• happens when you're renovating your garden/yard together

• planting flowers/pulling weeds, laying out gravel/flat stones for the walkway, repainting the benches, hanging fairy lights

• sure she helps but she often stops just to watch you

• she cheekily asks "how will i ever repay you for your hard work?"

• when you laugh she continues with the cheesy porno lines "i have no money but i'm sure there's other ways i could show my appreciation?"

• *bats her eyelashes and unclips the top of her overalls*

• leads you to the shower to get all cleaned up

• make out in between? yes. although naked time sounds nice, she wants you to relax~

• fav dinner and fav movie and maybe a little more making out and lowkey grinding on the couch with your fav (non-kidnapper) gf

☆ alice macray ☆

the stars of your favorite movie/book

• the price of salt was a guilty pleasure book for Alice while discovering herself

• she admired and disliked parts of Carol and Therese for not only what she saw in herself but also how she wanted to be, what she wanted in her life

• it was a dream of hers to road trip with her lover like her beloved characters

• embodying Carol's class and sugar mommy energy as an almost alter ego with you makes her feel sensual, powerful...h word...

• long drives, stopping to eat in little diners, exchanging gifts, then glorious merry christmas and happy new year sex in a cute little hotel

• (all without a husband/divorce/custody battle/being stalked and recorded/a breakup!!)

☆ tammy ☆

yoga instructor

• your girlfriend always tries to get you to do yoga with her

• she'll put on an incredibly flattering sports bra and spandex set, make smoothies, and lay out two mats

• takes a very hands on approach to guiding you into proper form for each position

• turns your hips, pushes you lower, bends your legs a little farther, runs her hand down your back

• activates praise kink: "just like that" "perfect" "there you go, honey"

one shot version

jock + nerd

• starts as a couples costume reminiscent of your relationship in high school

• tammy puts her hair in a high ponytail and wears a volleyball jersey, short shorts, and knee high socks

• you wear a classic (but lowkey hot) nerd costume

• tam tam keeps up the roles as she leads you by your clip on tie to go make out in one of the spare bedrooms during Loubbie's party

☆ xandra terrell ☆

customer + bartender

• she loves when you come in on nights she's working late

• pretend you're a random customer like the other men and women fawning over her

• she makes sure to let you peek down her blouse when she leans over the counter to flirt with you

• will write dirty/flirty/sweet notes on the napkins delivered with your drinks depending on her mood

pool cleaner + housewife

• her actively trying to distract you while you tend to the pool

• she really leans into the cliches of this dynamic

• coyly asks you to apply her sunscreen

• brings you fresh lemonade

• tells you to keep quiet while she dips her hand in your shorts

• "wouldn't want the neighbors to hear, would you?"

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