#Sarah Paulson imagine

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Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Dragon meets Purple, Part 2

word count: 2k

tw: none

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A few months had passed since Wilhemina officially became Mirandas second assistant. And despite their initial doubts about whether this would work or not it was going surprisingly well. Due to Wilhemina's experience Runway was working smoothly. Miranda was quite surprised by this but she also enjoyed working closely with someone who was close to her age for once. The only person not enjoying the situation was Emily, as she was suddenly the one running around New York to fetch coffees and chase designers down, while Wilhemina had more administrative work.

Today a particularly busy day is finally coming towards the end, most people have left the office by now and so the only ones left are Wilhemina and her boss. As the redhead sits at her desk, typing away at her computer, before getting up to walk to the printer, she sees Miranda standing in her office and signalling for Wilhemina to join her.

,,Care to join me for a drink Ms Venable?'' the slightly older woman asks.

Wilhemina raises an eyebrow, surprised by the invitation but at the same time intrigued.

,,Of course Ms Priestly, lead the way''.

Wilhemina watches as Miranda walks over to a golden drink trolley next to the sofa in her office. As she pours two glasses of scotch, Wilhemina can't help but look at her bosses features. Her jawline, the way her skirt complimented her legs.

,,I must admit Ms Venable, you have been rather impressive lately, I cannot deny your talents any longer'' she praises which takes the redhead by surprise.

Of course she knew the value of her work but she knew Miranda wasn't one to praise. As she takes a sip, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips ,,High praise coming from you Ms Priestly, I must be doing something right''.

Miranda chuckles softly ,,Indeed, though I must also confess your penchant for challenging authority can be rather... infuriating at times''.

Wilhemina raises her glass in mock toast before replying ,,Ah but where's the fun in playing by the rules Ms Priestly? Life is too short to be confined by limitations''.

Miranda simply smirks with a glint of adoration in her eyes. This had been exactly what she liked about Wilhemina, the sass, honestly and sarcasm. It was refreshing to the woman with assistants that usually obey her straight away and never talk back to her.

,,Spoken like a true maverick Ms Venable, perhaps there is hope for you yet'' Miranda replies with a smirk.

The smirk meets her straight back before Wilhemina counters ,,Perhaps Ms Priestly but don't hold your breath. I'm not one to change my ways easily''.

They chat for some more before they both head back towards their desk, wrapping up their work for the day and working through the upcoming Paris schedule.

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,,One more thing before we go to Paris, I'm promoting one of you''. Miranda explained. The office was quiet now, it was late and everyone had left.

,,Ms Venable I would like to offer you a higher position in HR'' Miranda explained, Emily's jaw dropping, in disbelief of the words she just heard from her bosses mouth.

,,What?!'' Emily asks. ,,She's only been here for six months, how come she's getting the promotion?''.

,,Oh get over yourself Emily, we both know that Ms Venable is way more qualified to work upstairs and have her own office rather than being my assistant''. her boss replies snappily.

,,I suggest you start working on finding me a new second assistant'' Miranda explains, dismissing Emily.

,,Thank you Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina finally speaks, a bit dumbfounded at what just happened. She had worked hard in the past couple of months, however she didn't expect a promotion.

,,May I ask why?'' Wilhemina adds.

,,Well, I had a feeling from the start you were meant to be more than an assistant and you certainly have proven you have the abilities to work upstairs. So I pulled some strings and you may work in HR from now on. You will get your own office and you won't have to- you know- run around as much for me'' Miranda explains, suddenly a softer side showing that Wilhemina hasn't gotten to see yet.

,,Thank you Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina smiles, touched by the gesture, trying to think if there was some ulterior motive to her decision.

,,By the way, I think it's time you call me Miranda by now, considering I won't be your direct boss anymore''.

,,Very well- Wilhemina'' she replies with a small smile. Now Miranda surprised as she hasn't seen a real smile from the redhead so far, being able to tell the difference from a fake polite one to a real one as she had do it most of her day.

They shake hands before they both head off, Wilhemina to inspect her new office and Miranda back to her desk, looking over her Paris schedule one more time. Miranda internally cringes as she hates the feel of Wilhemina's leather gloves.

After the elevator dings, Wilhemina steps into her new office, a small smile playing on her face as she sees her name on the door. She is quite fascinated by the view of New York and the size of her office. As she walks to her new desk, she finds a little box.

As she undoes the ribbon, she finds a purple pair of Chanel gloves inside them. She chuckles before collecting her things for the day and leaving.

As she heads downstairs to the elevator that exits the building she halts in the hallway as she sees a little light still in Mirandas office. ,,Good Night Ms. - Miranda'' she states as Miranda takes her eyes off the screen and looking at Wilhemina. She smirks satisfactiory as she sees the purple gloves already on the redheads hands. ,,Good Night'' she mumbles before carrying on with her work.

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Miranda sighs as she walks out of her office and towards the elevator, some files in her hand. Making her way upstairs, she suddenly notices the light still lit in Wilhemina's office. Miranda checks the time and realises it's past midnight. She thinks about turning back around, having dealt with too much interaction today but also needing those applications on Wilhemina's desk as it had been months since Paris and Emily still hasn't found a worthy second assistant.

Miranda knocks and opens the door in one swift motion finding Wilhemina on her computer. ,,Hire this one, Emily is taking far too long'' Miranda states before handing Wilhemina an application file.

They both look at each other for a moment, brown eyes meeting green ones. Silence filling the room as the same question played on both of their minds. ,,Do you need me to help out downstairs?'' Wilhemina breaks the silence first. ,,Pardon?'' Miranda questions.

,,I mean it's been months since Paris and if you need any help I would be quite happy to'' Wilhemina explains and is met with a sweet smile. ,,No- I'd just appreciate if you work through the application as quickly as possible''. Miranda replies with a grateful smile.

,,Why are you here so late?'' Miranda eventually asks. Wilhemina simply looks at her unable to really give her an answer but Miranda understood even without a word. She knew being a woman in this industry, the position not necessarily mattering, you had to get used to long hours in the office.

,,Do you need a lift? my driver should be outside.'' Miranda asks which takes Wilhemina by surprise. ,,No thank you Miranda but I'll walk out with you?'' she questions before being met with a nod and grabbing her bag and cane.

The elevator ride is quiet, Miranda containing a smile as she notices that Wilhemina had worn the Chanel gloves since she gave them to her. As they both walk past security and outside the building. New York being lit up and loud even in the middle of the night. Miranda walks over to her driver before she turns back towards Wilhemina.

,,I know this isn't exactly part of your job description but would you be free to join me for the launch dinner tomorrow evening?'' the question doesn't only take Wilhemina completely by surprise. Wilhemina had heard about the dinner and how much Miranda despised half of the people there. She doesn't quite understand why Miranda would like her company rather than Emily who certainly has more knowledge with these sort of things. Wilhemina had no idea that she had become a sense of comfort to Miranda, the usual strong woman, feeling safer in Wilhemina's presence. The question slipped her mind before she could think about it. Wilhemina being the stern HR she usually is, her mind takes her back that indeed this had no part in her job description but she felt intrigued. The last year in New York had helped the redhead realise that she didn't really have a personal life and she longed for one. So somehow as a result, a spontaneous Wilhemina comes to the surface, breaking through her usual high walls and agreeing. Miranda gives her a small but confused smile at her own question before making her way home.

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,,This will be your desk, you have big shoes to fill so please don't mess this up, considering Miranda chose you''. Emily explains as you listen to her instructions.

,,Understood'' you nod as you get familiar with your desk and computer.

The first couple of hours are quiet as Miranda was with a designer, presenting a new collection with Nigel. You walk around runway, getting to meet people you will be working with from now on before returning to your desk and working through the to-do list Emily has given you.

,,Miranda will be back in about thirty minutes, I'll send you a text with everyones coffee orders, please run to Starbucks and hurry up''. Emily explains.

Quickly, you grab your things and do as you are told, returning a short while later with the coffees.

After placing Miranda's coffee on her desk, you return to your own before Emily returns as well.

,,I have a coffee left for Wilhemina?'' you ask unfamiliar with the name.

,,Oh yes, remember the big shoes to fill? Well that's her, she works upstairs in HR now, please take it to Ms Venable'' Emily explains and you nod as you walk towards the elevator. As the elevator dings your eyes are met with Miranda.

She halts, recognising your face from the application. You had done your research, knowing not to directly address or bother Ms Priestly but her lack of movement and conversation, ushered you to make some.

,,Hello Ms. Priestly, my name is Y/N your new second assistant'' you introduce yourself before she takes her sunglasses off.

The woman scans you a second with a surprised look on her face. ,,Oh you are the assistant'' she states.

,,I was told you hired and chose me'' you reply slightly confused. The woman simply carries on scanning your body before replying ,,That's all'' and leaving towards her office.

Slightly dumbfounded and confused you make your way upstairs before knocking on Ms Venable's door.

,,Come in'' the redhead replies as you enter.

,,Hi, my name is Y/N, I'm Miranda's second assistant, I have your coffee here for you'' you explain before bending slightly, placing it in front of her.

,,Thank you'' she states and you can't help but notice her staring at you, specifically as you bend over slightly to hand her the coffee.

,,Oh and if you have any issues, for example with Emily, don't hesitate to come find me'' she states.

,,Why would I have any issues with Emily Ms Venable?'' you ask confused, considering its your first day.

,,Emily can be a bit demanding, given her position in this company'' Wilhemina replies .

,,Very well thank you Ms Venable'' you reply before heading back towards your desk, unbeknownst that her eyes followed until you left her office.

[camillelespanayesbtch]

Sarah Paulson looking very presidential 😍

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Stepmom and her friend

𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

Tw:dark!fic,stepcest-stepmom,g!p, smut (reader is asleep), stepmom's friend

Sarah Paulson, Jessica Lange

Sarah was so proud at the way you could swallow her, she couldn't keep this all to herself, she has to tell someone. And who better than her friend Jessica. Knowing Jessica would be more than happy to see that Sarah was able to find the perfect little pet, their little plaything. Praising Sarah for how great of a job she did with choosing you.

Inviting Jessica over in the middle of the night, whilst you and your mother both lay dead asleep. The pair of women sneaking into your bedroom finding you snuggled up in bed. Sarah had Jessica sit in the egg chair in your spacious room, giving her the perfect view as Sarah began tugging the blanket uncovering your nude body. Jessica made small comments about how you must have known they'd be here, causing the both of them to laugh.

Jessica watches as Sarah began slowly filling you up with her cock, your small hands reaching up to grasp your pillow as you begin to stir awake. Whining her name, pushing back up against her, Jessica can't help but laugh at your barely awake state and already you're trying to fuck yourself on your step-mother's cock, like a needy little slut.

It's just a short minute before Sarah begins cumming slowly pulling out of your sensitive cunt. You mumble a thanks mommy and love you, starting to fall back asleep, Sarah plans to wake you reaching out to grasp your shoulder when Jessica's hand lands on her elbow as a sign to stop.

Jessica begins telling her how she wants to feel just how tight you are passed out, wanting to abuse your used cunt.

"Plus isn't it always much more fun when they awake squirming on your cock right, Paulson?" Jessica asked cockily

"Of course, Lange" Sarah smirked

[thegirlwiththestarbirdtattoo]

The Gift

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

Summary: As you grow closer to Wilhemina, you decide on making her a very special gift. Will it push her away for good or take your relationship in a direction that you both secretly hope for?

A/N: Welcome to what will most likely be my first and last fic lol. I’m no writer but I’ve had this concept stuck in my brain for over a year and last week decided to actually write it down.

No warnings that I can think of. Turned into a pretty fluffy Christmas fic. Enjoy!

Word count: 5800

To say that Wilhemina Venable was furious would be the understatement of the century. 

The first thing that she’d been informed of this morning was that Jeff and Mutt had decided to hire someone without her knowledge, and for a position that seemed entirely fictitious.

“We need a third brain Ms. Venable!”

Hearing Jeff exclaim that to her almost made her retort with a comment letting him know he’d still need to find two more if that was his goal.

“Yeah,” butted in Mutt, “and you’re busy running all of the behind the scenes stuff around here. We need someone who can come up with ideas with us. Ways that we can use the tech for other things. Like a professional problem solver or creative engineer or something.”

“You shouldn’t be so annoyed with us,” Jeff continued, “this is like the most sane, sober thought we’ve had in months.”

Now that she could agree with.

When she heard that they’d hired a woman for the job she assumed they had just decided they wanted to keep one of their usual girls around more permanently and their attempt at a job description was all for show. She supposed she would find out soon enough. Part of the hiring bombshell that they’d dropped on her this morning was that the new employee would be joining them in a couple of hours for orientation.

When Wilhemina heard footsteps walking down the hallway to her office just over an hour later, she didn’t even bother to look up from her laptop, assuming it was one of the typical delivery people. That was until she heard an unknown voice introducing themselves to her.

…

Jeff and Mutt had instructed you to show up on Monday for orientation with a ‘Ms. Venable’. They also advised you to “just follow the purple”, whatever that meant.

You arrived at Kineros, nervous as ever. Security in the lobby of the building pointed you in the right direction, which is how you found yourself walking down an obscenely long hallway to a woman sitting behind a desk. A stunning woman dressed in head to toe lavender. Ah, so that’s what they meant about the purple.

“Hello,” you started, once reaching the table, “I’m y/n l/n. You must be Ms. Venable, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

When Wilhemina finally decided to look up from her laptop it was to a sight she was not entirely expecting. Stood before her was yes, a beautiful woman, but someone that was definitely not one of Jeff and Mutt’s usual girls. Looks like they were telling the truth.

Wilhemina stood up from her desk to shake your hand before leading you down a hallway to what would become your office.

Wilhemina for her part, couldn’t help but be intrigued by this new addition to the company. She could tell that you were listening intently to her explanations and asked well thought out questions when needed. You seemed respectable enough. A far cry from what she was used to dealing with.

Wilhemina soon realized that your hiring was actually a very good idea. At the very least so that she could have an intelligent conversation with another human being.

She knew that Jeff and Mutt were smart… in their own way. They were masters in their field but were severely lacking in a lot of other areas. Not to mention all of the ways they could grate on her nerves.

You however, were just as intelligent and a million times more professional. She started requesting that you join her for company meetings instead of Jeff and Mutt. Especially ones that involved investors. The boys didn’t care one bit; they were happy to have the extra time to partake in other activities.

Wilhemina insisted to herself that she was so happy with the change because it involved far less babysitting of the imbeciles and not because it meant that she got to see you more.

…

It had been a couple of months since you started working at Kineros Robotics. So far you were really enjoying it. The work was challenging at times but fulfilling, and you’d also had the privilege of getting to know the infamous Ms. Venable a little better.

At the beginning of your time at Kineros you’d kept to yourself as much as possible, which was fine by you. It wasn’t hard - the only people at the company that you had any consistent contact with were Jeff, Mutt and Ms. Venable - who you soon realized was the real reason the company wasn’t in complete disarray.

You hadn’t seen a reason to really leave your office other than for meetings with Jeff and Mutt, and the odd other meeting that Ms. Venable had started requesting your presence at. That included your lunch breaks. 

One day, a couple of weeks in to your time at Kineros, you decided to be a bit more adventurous and actually leave your office for lunch. You found a quiet table on the grounds, far away from where most of the other employees seemed to enjoy hanging around. It was surrounded by trees that provided nice shade and some separation from the rest of the sitting areas. You had been sitting there for no longer than five minutes when a shadow appeared across the table.

“I see you’ve found my usual spot.”

You looked up from your lunch to see none other than Ms. Venable standing before you.

“It’s lovely out here, I can see why you’re so fond of it. My apologies,” and you made to get up from your seat when she held up her hand at you.

“No need to leave. I wouldn’t mind the company today.”

You sat back down in slight shock. It’s not that Ms. Venable scared you - it was more respect and admiration. By the interactions you’d had with her so far, you’d come to see how intimidating she could be. She was fully in control anywhere she went and you’d gotten the impression that she wasn’t a woman who would want to spend more time in anyone’s presence beyond what she absolutely had to. Yet here she was having lunch with you.

Even more shocking to you was how the next day she came to your office asking if you’d join her for lunch again. The same happened the next day, and the next, and soon enough you were meeting up without having to ask one another - although you typically met up at one of your respective offices and walked out together.

Your conversations ranged from just about anything; something fascinating you’d read about online, current books and movies, your thoughts about the universe in general. The topics never got too personal though. One time you’d made some offhand comment about family and she’d tensed up so much it had deterred you from ever coming close to the topic again. 

Sometimes you barely spoke at all, but that suited you both fine. You’d both eased into the routine as if you’d been lifelong friends. She’d permitted you calling her Wilhemina during these moments together as well.

At couple of weeks into your lunches together you’d somehow worked up the courage to inquire about her cane. Although it wasn’t exactly the question Wilhelmina was expecting.

“May I ask you something?”

Wilhelmina stiffened immediately, dreading where this conversation was about to go, especially with you looking over at her with such a contemplative expression. She doesn’t know exactly what possessed her, but she nodded for you to continue regardless.

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to figure out how to word the question that’s been on your mind. Eventually you settled on “How do you not have a purple cane?”

Wilhemina barked out something resembling a laugh, clearly not expecting that to be your question. She was grateful though. She assumed it was going to be something far more personal than that, something more along the lines of the typical “why do you use a cane?” and the far less tactfully worded questions that’d she’d come to expect from anyone that she allowed near her for more than a brief interaction, which was an almost non existent list at this point. Until you came along that is. 

Truthfully she didn’t know how she’d handle such a question coming from you either. Typically she’d tear the person apart for even daring to ask such a thing. But not you. She didn’t know what it was but she couldn’t deny that she felt safe in your presence - something that she wasn’t sure if she’d ever truly experienced with another person.

She wasn’t quite sure how to even handle your current question. She looked back over to you, her expression softening slightly when she saw the look of half terror gracing your face.

“I suppose I’ve just never come across one. It seems that purple canes aren’t in the highest demand, as criminal as that should be.”

You smiled at her comment, relaxing a bit once you realized she wasn’t going to tear your head off for asking your question. Not only that, she was even slightly joking with you.

“It is a shame. What would be your ideal cane design?”

You observe her deep in thought across from you. 

“I don’t know.” She says a moment later. The answer surprises you.

Everything that you’ve seen this woman do has been meticulous. She’s by far the most prepared and put together person you’d ever met and you thought that a question about such an important accessory to her would have an almost immediate answer. It seems like something that she would have already thought about in great detail.

The rest of your lunch together was spent mostly in silence. You glanced up from eating to observe your company still busy within her own mind. You began to worry that your last question had been a mistake.

The next day Wilhemina invited you to join her once again to lunch. Practically the moment you had sat down at your usual spot, she began.

“I’ve been thinking about your question from yesterday. I suppose a deep plum or eggplant colour might look rather striking. With ornate baroque-style filigree starting from the handle and running down along the sides.”

She began to eat as if she’d said nothing. But you were in awe of her. You felt as if she’d just told you one of her deepest secrets. In a way she had by disclosing any information about such a personal item.

From that moment you knew you had to make it your mission to make this come to life for her.

…

A few days after the initial determination had worn off, the realization of what you were setting out to create finally started to sink in. 

It had been a long time since you’d doubted yourself so much. Were you capable of making it? You knew you were good at your job - Jeff and Mutt wouldn’t have sought you out if you weren’t. But were you really the best person to be designing such an important piece? Especially for someone who your admiration for only continued to grow.

You also briefly considered whether giving her such an item would be immediate grounds for your murder in her eyes. You came to the conclusion that you’d die happy as long as she got her purple cane.

And so you began. You sketched out ideas, drew up more finalized designs, threw those out and started from scratch - all in between your other work at Kineros and most importantly without Ms. Venable finding out what you were working on.

When you started to get closer to a design you were happy with, you did decide to fill Jeff and Mutt in on at least a little of your plan. You needed to get their permission to use some of the company’s departments and contacts to manufacture the parts you were designing. They of course wanted all of the details, happy that their dear Ms. Venable had someone else looking out for her.

“You don’t think she’ll kill me because of it?”

They laughed before Jeff continued with “Kill you? Definitely not. Ms. Venable seems rather… attached to you.”

“Dude,” butted in Mutt. “She’s in love with her. When was the last time you’ve seen Venable share so much as a non-hostile glance at anyone. They’ve basically spent every lunch together since we hired y/n.”

“That’s not true,” You corrected Mutt. “I didn’t leave my office for the first couple of weeks.”

“Doesn’t matter!” They both chimed in.

“We, well at least I have seen how she gets all googly eyed every time your name comes up. She’s gone completely soft for you. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You were incredibly flustered with the direction the conversation had started to go. Ms. Venable in love with you?

You left Jeff and Mutt’s office as fast as you could after that, your mind going non stop. You barely even registered Wilhemina’s concerned calls after you as she watched you practically run past her desk towards your own office. You yelled something back to her along the lines of ‘everything is fine’ and that you ‘just forgot about something’.

Once you’d made it to the safety of your office, you started to come to terms with what Jeff and Mutt seemed so sure about.

You’d known for a while that you were in love with Wilhemina Venable but you never dared to hope that anything would come of it. You were just happy that you got to be in her presence at all, as desperate as that may sound. 

Over your many shared lunch breaks, an unspoken understanding seemed to have formed between you both - that neither of you had come across someone quite like the other, that you weren’t even sure someone like the other person could even exist. Neither one of you ever acknowledged it though, and you assumed that it would remain as such.

But after your conversation with Jeff and Mutt, you couldn’t help but think of all of the interactions you’d had with Wilhemina Venable. You’d seen her as her most intimidating, professional self at numerous shared meetings, and you compared that to the Wilhemina that you’d come to know over your lunch breaks, and more recently, time together outside of work. They hardly seemed like the same person. You wouldn’t call the Wilhemina during your time together ‘warm’ by any stretch of the imagination but Mutt’s observation of her - soft - was slightly more fitting. She seemed more relaxed around you and that gave you hope.

Especially when she started agreeing to accompany you on various weekend trips.

It had started during one of your conversations at lunch; you’d made a comment about wanting to visit a particular exhibit of one of your favourite artists at a local gallery. It surprised you when she said she’d heard about the exhibit as well.

“Are you busy this weekend?” 

Her eyes narrowed slightly, “No. Why?”

“Then why don’t we check out the exhibit together?”

It was clear that your invitation had taken her back. It had also taken the remainder of the week to convince her to go with you.

That day was so special to you. Getting to see her outside of work, being able to admire her as she admired the artwork on the gallery walls - none of which could rival her magnificence.

What you weren’t aware of was just how special the day was for her as well. She had never truly met anyone that she wanted to be in the presence of for prolonged periods of time, not to mention them seeming to want to spend time with her in return. And she’d certainly not had anyone ask her to accompany them on a visit to an art gallery - an activity she had always been fond of. 

The prospect had left her shocked and slightly unsettled. Not because she didn’t want to go with you, but because she’d never been put in the position of such an offer. She had lied awake in her bed multiple nights that week thinking over your invitation; of all the things that could go wrong, of how badly she wanted to go with you. Eventually the hopeful part of herself won out and she accepted. She never once regretted her decision. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever had such a pleasant day. Which is why the next week she’d suggested that you go to another one of her favourite galleries.

Your art gallery and museum dates - that had never been officially classified as such - continued for weeks. You didn’t think it was possible, but your extra time spent together only added to your admiration for her. She was so smart and witty and beautiful. You were hopelessly in love with her.

That made giving her this gift - that you’d worked so hard on - all the more nerve wracking. You weren’t simply giving a dear colleague - maybe even friend - an off handed gift that you’d just come across and thought they’d enjoy. No. You were trying to give someone who had become one of the most important people in your life, the woman that you were in love with - that might also be slightly in love with you back - a deeply personal item that she’d graciously shared details about during one of your private moments together. If you messed this up it would be devastating.

Which is why weeks later you found yourself with an immaculately wrapped box sitting in your office, unmoving. 

Jeff and Mutt knew that you’d finished your cane project and were growing impatient with your lack of action. They’d even started to threaten spoiling your surprise to Wilhemina herself if you didn’t give it to her soon.

The winter break was fast approaching - not that you’d planned it out this way. Truthfully you had hoped to have this project finished earlier but you’d spent ages perfecting things down to the smallest details. Now it looked like this was going to end up becoming a slightly early Christmas gift.

It was almost the final work day before the break, and before the ability to see Wilhemina for over two weeks was guaranteed. It was now or never.

She’d been in a good mood at lunch - not too stressed, as most of the operations were winding down for the year. You were hopeful that the day would continue on a good note, so you swung by her desk an hour before the end of the workday.

“How are things going?”

“Alright,” she replied. “The imbeciles have miraculously left me alone for the afternoon so I have significantly less of a headache compared to normal.”

You chuckled at her typical humour, “So you would be ok if I interrupted you for a moment to give you something?”

“Give me something?” She looked up from her laptop at you, confusion written on her face.

“Yes. I have something for you in my office and I wondered if I could bring it to you.”

She continued to stare at you for a moment, seeming to try and work out your intentions before she gave you a small nod.

“Just give me a couple of minutes.” 

You walked back to your office, your anxiety increasing with each step. You couldn’t quite believe that the time had come to give Wilhemina your gift. You only hoped that this didn’t ruin whatever it was that you’d been building together over the last few months.

You reached the supplies closet in your office where you’d carefully hidden the box. It had had to be custom made as well to fit the cane inside and you’d insisted it be manufactured in a deep purple. You had also added a large velvet ribbon in a lighter violet colour around the box.

With your prized creation in hand, you started to make your way back to Wilhemina’s office. Just before you made it into her line of sight, it dawned on you just how conspicuous the box was. Ideally you’d be able to place it in front of her without giving her the chance to formulate an idea as to what might be inside - which only left you one choice.

“Mina,” you called out. “Can you close your eyes for a sec?”

You heard her sputter slightly before replying, “What kind of childish antics are you trying to rope me into!?”

“I just wanted to surprise you. I can’t get the box to you without you seeing it and I only want to put it down on your desk.”

A moment later you heard an exasperated sigh before a less than enthusiastic “Fine.”

You poked your head out to see if she’d actually done what you’d asked. Seeing her sat in her office chair, eyes shut, with a slight frown on her face, you continued on your way back to her.

As she heard your steps approaching she began muttering to herself. You couldn’t make out everything but you caught enough to get the general idea. “- I can’t believe,” “- would expect such behaviour from those imbeciles, not you,” 

You couldn’t help but smile at her antics, grateful as they temporarily distracted you from your ever increasing nerves.

Standing across the table from her, you carefully moved her laptop over to the side before gently placing the box directly in front of her on the desk.

“Okay, open.”

As she opened her eyes she looked directly at you before slowly lowering her gaze. You knew the exact moment her eyes reached the box, the surprise was clear on her face.

Wilhemina had no idea what to expect when you said you had something you wanted to give to her. She was not used to any sort of acts of kindness. 

The sight of the box alone almost made her cry. It was clear that you’d put great thought into whatever it was by making sure it was wrapped in her favourite colour. She glanced back up at you in question, unsure as to what she’d done to deserve such an item.

“I wasn’t planning on this being a Christmas gift,” you started. “But it took me until now to get it ready for you and I wanted to make sure you had it before the holiday break.”

She looked back down at the box in front of her, gently grazing her fingers along the edge of the lavender bow.

You could feel her hesitation. “It’s okay, you can open it.”

She reluctantly began pulling on the ends of the ribbon, unraveling the beautiful bow. She pulled the ribbon completely off before running her palm along the top of the box. You motioned towards the edge facing her where she discovered a flap being magnetically held down to secure the box shut. She detached the flap from the magnets before slowly lifting the lid of the box. Inside, surrounded by plush velvet padding, she discovered the cane that she had described to you all those months ago. The sight immediately brought tears to her eyes.

She’d never told you that after your initial conversation about the purple cane she had decided to go searching for one again. She was pleasantly surprised to see a few options online, but nothing that she’d be caught dead using. The lack of success at finding something suitable had sent her down a dark spiral of self loathing and thinking about why she even needed the cane in the first place. She’d cried herself to sleep that night. The next morning she decided to banish such frivolous thoughts of ever finding something from her mind and vowed to never try it again.

But here in front of her, somehow, was the cane that she’d always hoped for. She didn’t even know where to begin with processing this.

“- How?” she choked out, returning her tearful gaze towards you.

“After you told me about it I knew I had to try to figure out a way to bring it to life for you.”

“But… why?”

You shrugged, “Because you’re my favourite person. I’m just glad I was able to figure out how to make it.”

“You made this!?” She alternated her gaze between you and the cane in the box in disbelief, the tears that had gathered in her eyes rolling down her cheeks.

You looked on - still incredibly nervous - as she delicately ran her fingers along the body of the cane. 

As she reached the handle, she noticed some sort of engraving along the end. She gently rotated the cane so that she could make out what it was. To her complete shock, she discovered her initials W.V. beautifully engraved into the handle. She stared at it for a moment before completely breaking down, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

You stood there in shock. You’d never seen Wilhemina Venable’s eyes so much as water until a moment ago and now here she was sobbing over your present. You still weren’t sure whether that was a good or bad reaction but you certainly weren’t going to leave her there to cry on her own. At this point she’d turned her chair to the side, facing away from her desk, burying her head in her hands. You quickly but gently moved to the other side of the table before kneeling down in front of her and carefully wrapping your arms around her, at a loss for what else to do. You had no idea how she’d react to the physical contact but you were pleasantly surprised when a moment later she wrapped her arms around your upper body in a crushing embrace.

Wilhemina’s thoughts were going a million miles an hour. She was completely overwhelmed with your gift and now she felt that she was making a complete fool of herself by crying in front of you. All of a sudden she was surrounded by warmth. Some part of her registered that she was being embraced. But by you? Surely you should be laughing at her obvious display of weakness. No. That wasn’t something you’d ever do.

Wilhemina had become well aware over the years of the looks she received from others when they saw her using a cane. Good, bad, didn’t matter. She was always perceived by others as different. 

Not once had she seen you look at her differently. It was one of the first things that had made her warm up to you and the reason she decided to ask you to join her for lunch that first day.

From there her admiration for you only grew. Your conversations during lunch were always fascinating. She enjoyed hearing you speak passionately about whatever the day’s topic was. She also found herself enjoying speaking to you in return; you always listened to her and never judged or dismissed her opinions.

There had been one night in particular where you were both working late trying to finalize a deal with a massive client. It had been almost midnight when you’d finished, but neither of you seemed too keen on going home quite yet. You’d offered to go get you both ice cream and you sat out on the main office balcony eating it as you gazed up at the sky, laughing and talking about life. It had been the most peaceful and carefree she’d ever felt.

Soon enough Wilhemina Venable realized she was in love with you. The realization sent her into full panic mode. Love was an emotion that only lead to the deepest hurt, or so she tried to tell herself. Then her mind would inadvertently begin to wander to you and the way you looked at her, treated her, and she realized she didn’t actually mind being in love with you at all. 

You had no idea how long you’d been wrapped up in each other’s arms; you would have happily stayed there with her forever is she wanted you to. 

You gradually felt the sobs wracking her body calm. At some point she’d nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck; you could feel her breathing had almost returned to normal but with the occasional sniffle.

“Thank you,” you heard her softly say a while later, her face still buried in your neck. 

“Anytime,” you replied, unsure of what it was exactly that she was thanking you for. “Was the cane a bad idea?”

She pulled away from you at that, but not too far - still keeping her hands around your shoulders.

“-what, no! It’s so beautiful. I- no one has ever done anything like that for me before.” she averted her eyes downward with her final admission.

“Well they should have,” you replied, gently cupping her cheeks with your hands, wiping away the tear tracks with your thumbs that hadn’t quite dried.

“-but it must have been so much work. How- why would you do something like that for me?” She’d returned her gaze back to you in question. 

You weren’t immediately sure how to respond to her question. Didn’t she realize how special she was? How important she was to you?

“Why wouldn’t I? Wilhemina, you are wonderful and the time that we’ve spent together has meant so much to me.”

“When you said that you’d never really been able to find the perfect cane, I knew I had to try to do something about it. You deserve only the best. I don’t know if what I did is exactly as you imagined, we can fix anything that isn’t perfect-“

Wilhemina could never have predicted in a million years the turn that this day was taking. Her favourite person had just gifted her her dream cane, had held her in her arms as she sobbed about said cane - without making her feel weak or pathetic - and now the same person was kneeling in front of her, hands delicately holding her face, as she explained how she thought she was wonderful?

Her brain was definitely not processing all of this. All she could think about was the warmth of your hands on her face, how beautiful you looked, how in love she was with you at this moment and every other. She didn’t know how to possibly begin to put what she was feeling into words, so her body decided to do the only thing that it could think of and cut you off with a kiss.

At first you couldn’t grasp why all of a sudden you were unable to speak. Then you registered the plush warmth on your lips and a deliciously spicy sent you’d recognize anywhere. Mina. 

You still didn’t quite know what was going on but you’d dreamt about this moment for so long that you didn’t want to think too hard about it. So instead you returned her kiss.

When Wilhemina’s brain caught up with her body, she panicked. But then she realized you were kissing her back? Surely this couldn’t actually be happening. Far too soon you were pulling away from her mouth, resting your foreheads together. She kept her eyes shut but she could feel your slightly laboured breathing against her face, the pads of your thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. The close proximity to you felt so so wonderful.

“If I knew that’s how you’d react to your present I would have given it to you a lot sooner.”

She chuckled at that, reluctantly pulling away from you to look at your face. 

She always loved the way you looked at her, she’d never felt judged by your beautiful eyes. But now you were looking at her with an expression she’d never seen before. 

There was such pure, unfiltered adoration in your gaze that she could think of nothing else but to pull you back towards her and reconnect your lips.

Gone was the nervous peck of lips born from uncertainty. You both poured everything into the kiss, realizing that at least to some degree, your feelings for each other were reciprocated.

Wilhemina had never felt so free before - everything felt weightless and she would have happily drowned in your warmth forever. That was until a cough from her office doorway interrupted you both.

She wasn’t even the one to realize it and pull away first, that was you. It was almost physically painful to stop kissing her but when you did, you were met with the sight of a very amused looking Jeff and Mutt.

“You own me five hundred bucks and first dibs on girls for the next week!” Mutt excitedly exclaimed to Jeff.

You groaned and hid your face in Wilhemina’s chest. At this point she’d mostly come out of her kissing induced daze, and she was not happy with the turn of events.

“Is there a reason you’re both standing in my doorway?”

“Yes, Ms. Venable,” Jeff quickly replied, recognizing the change in her mood and not wanting to deal with her wrath. “We were just coming by to inform you both that everything has been wrapped up for the year, so no need to come in tomorrow. Enjoy the next few weeks off.”

“Oh, I don’t think they are going to have an issue with that,” Mutt added snickering. “We have a plane to catch but we’ll want full details later ladies.”

With that they left and you were once again left alone together.

“How much do you think they saw?” you asked.

“Enough for them to never let us forget about it.” she replied.

“There’s no threat of that. I could never forget today,” you pulled away from her chest, smiling up at her. She returned your smile. Her eyes were so peaceful, you’d never seen her look so happy.

“Do you have plans for the next couple of weeks?”

She looked down at her lap in shame before shaking her head.

“Well, I think we can do something about that,” she looked up at your response hopefully. “What do you think about starting with dinner tonight? We can get takeout or go out somewhere, whatever you’d prefer.”

She was so so grateful for you. She hoped that by the end of the night she’d be able to find the words to adequately express how much you meant to her. She didn’t know if it would ever be possible though.

She took one of your hands in her own, bringing it up to her face to place a kiss along your knuckles.

“Let’s go out. After all, I have this fancy new cane to show off.”

[blxckchxrrybxby]

FaceTime: No Violets in November [Pt. 1]

summary: Wilhemina despises her birthday. Each year is a reminder of her inadequacies. However, this is the year that she deals with her demons head-on. (The intimate chaos of being in a relationship included).

pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Reader

warning(s): Cursing, perhaps.

a/n: @abeillesurlalunerose inspired the sweet tea part. Also, reader is she/they. More Mina in the next chapter. This was supposed to be a simple one shot, idk what happened.

wordcount: 3,581

“Ready, Babydoll?” Billie questioned as she sprayed herself in perfume—trying to get rid of the smell of smoke. Her hand delicately grasped yours and held it above your head; guiding you to spin, so the falling fragrance would cover as much of you as possible. You were never the floral type, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

“As ready as I’ll ever be...” You mumbled, trying to focus on not tripping over your own two feet. Billie smirked knowingly, watching your nose scrunch up from the last spritz of perfume. It was clear that you were trying to hold your breath so the overbearing scent wouldn’t choke you.

She let out a chuckle and decided to give your nose a quick peck, “Such a cutie, you are.” Your cheeks burned—causing you to shy away and no longer scrunch your nose. Holding eye contact was by far one of the hardest things to accomplish at the moment. Despite your obvious timidity, Billie absolutely loved when you became flustered. “Babydoll, you have no idea what being shy like this does to me.” She stated in a lower voice, bringing her hand up to caress your warm cheek; instantly igniting a fire in the pit of your belly.

You could feel the warmth radiating from her touch and basked in it. Her thumb grazed across your flushed cheek, gradually moving across textured skin and acne. Naturally, you’d fall insecure, but you knew how much she admired every last bit of you. Her gentle touches no longer frightened you.

“B-Billie…” You whimpered, trying to find your voice.

A wicked grin spread across her plump lips at your demeanor. “My, my... I could just eat you up, kitten. Would you like that?” No matter how much perfume she sprayed, you could still smell a hint of tobacco embedded in her fingertips. Your eyes lifted momentarily; catching the blonde’s gaze as she gently pushed your hips against the nearby wardrobe. Her lips immediately attached themselves to your neck, planting tender kisses along the fragile skin. You let out a whine, trying your best to contain the sounds within you begging for escape. You always figured her favor towards your vulnerability was a power move. Quite similar to Wilhemina’s—

Oh shit. Mina.

You cleared your throat, hoping it would help break you out of the sudden bashful spell. Time was ticking and it did not permit for this—no matter how badly you wanted it. “We should really get going. Delia’s probably waiting.” Billie nodded against your neck in agreeance and took a step back from you, but not before giving you a love bite.

“There. A purple accessory to go with your outfit.”

You rolled your eyes—hiding the fact that you absolutely loved the hickey—before you spoke again, “Oh, wait-” She arched an eyebrow at you as she put the perfume back into her purse. After shuffling through your pockets, you pulled out a pack of gum. Opening it, you slid out a stick and held it out for her, “-here.”

Her expression fell as she stared at you, “Darling, are you trying to tell me my breath stinks?” She frowned, cupping her hand in front of her face to blow into.

You immediately rolled your eyes at her accusation, “No, but if you don’t take it, Mina will.”

“Why would Venny want a stick of gum?” She asked with both eyebrows knitting together.

“Wha- No, Billie, I meant she’ll tell you that your breath stinks!” You giggled, elaborating on your statement.

A soft pink hue graced her cheeks as she caught on. “Ah,” Her manicured nails tapped against the side of her purse as she looked away and hid her face out of embarrassment. The humility made her crave a cigarette, “I suppose that’s more logical.”

Billie knew how much Wilhemina hated the smell of the cancer sticks and didn’t doubt for a second the truth you spoke. The last thing she needed was the redhead scolding her for smelling like a walking pack of Marlboro. With a huff, she took the minty offering from you. The silver-covered stick of gum danced between Billie’s fingers for a moment before she finally unwrapped it and slid the gum into her mouth.

After indulging in a piece yourself, you crumbled the wrapper and held your hand out for Billie’s. She stared at you; absentmindedly folding the wrapper as small as possible before placing it in the palm of your outstretched hand. It was a habit she did with not only gum wrappers, but napkins as well. You always wondered if the tendency to fold was something she had been taught growing up or if it was just one of her silly little quirks.

“Thank you, Kitten.” With a closed-mouth smile, you discarded of the trash and returned back by her side within a minute. She chuckled at your eagerness and walked out of the bedroom, “Come, before we’re late.”

You mentally rolled your eyes, finding it a bit ironic that the woman who was always ‘fashionably late’ to events was rushing you. Nonetheless, you followed her with confusion written all over your face as she led you to Madison’s room.

“Uh, Billie? Why are we in here?” You questioned, walking into the room once she pushed open the door.

Madison walked out of the bathroom and jumped, holding a towel tight against her body, “Fucking knock next time, blondie! What if my tits were out?!”

You smiled apologetically at the witch, “Sorry to barge in like this, Madison. I’m sure Zoe finds them amazing.”

The younger blonde glared as you beamed innocently.

Billie ignored the whole exchange and darted directly to Madison’s bed. “That’s rich.” Placing the palm of her hand on the mattress to aid with kneeling down, she continued, “Besides, Madison, you don’t have much to be worried about if—God forbid—anyone did see.” You held in a laugh and watched as the older woman reached under the bed—admiring the way her ass looked in the lilac dress.

Madison rolled her eyes and watched as you stared at Billie’s ass as if you were in a trance, “Perv.”

You scoffed, now looking at her, “She’s literally my girlfriend.”

She shrugged, grabbing a second towel to dry her hair, “I don’t care. Go be gay somewhere else.”

“I apologize.” You held your hands up in mock defense, “Next time, I’ll be sure to switch the gay off before entering.”

Sliding from under the bed with three presents in her arms, Billie stood up and flipped her hair—handing you one of the presents. “Alright, doll, let’s get going.”

You held the gift and nodded, shuffling out of the room as Billie led.

“You’re welcome!” Madison yelled out as the both of you giggled to yourselves whilst descending the staircase.

-

Approaching the coven’s library, you couldn’t help but ask, “Why were the presents in Madison’s room?”

Billie shrugged, “Delia thought it would be the perfect spot since Venny never goes in there.”

You nodded, “Okay, but why didn’t anyone let me know they were in there?”

She chuckled, “You ask far too many questions.”

“And you don’t answer enough of them.” You stated with a pout.

Billie stepped closer to you, smirking, “Babydoll, we love you, but you couldn’t hold water even if it was frozen.” Noticing the slight furrow of your eyebrows, she figured you didn’t understand what she meant. “Must I elaborate?”

“Hold water?”

“It means to keep a secret.” She paused and snorted, mumbling to herself, “God, am I getting old, or is it a southern thing?”

You shrugged, “I doubt it’s the southern thing. I usually understand about 95% of what you say.”

Her expression went blank, “Did you just call me… old?”

You blinked, taking a moment to process what just happened. Clearing your throat, you smiled innocently, “I think it’s time we go in, but I would like the record to show that I am great at keeping secrets! I haven’t even told anybody that you despise sweet tea-”

“Shh!” Her hand immediately covered your mouth. You ceased talking as she looked around as if someone was listening and whispered, “Don’t you ever say that out loud again.”

You nodded slowly at her dramatics as she removed her hand and adjusted the two gift bags on her arm. Biting your lip nervously, you turned towards the door to the library. Your fingertips fidgeted anxiously with the wrapping paper on the present. Billie winked at you and opened the door; letting you enter first while following close behind. Her right hand found the small of your back, slowly rubbing it to help ground you.

As bookshelf after bookshelf passed, you proceeded to walk toward the fireplace. The closer you got, the more Cordelia came into view. She sat in a chair, tapping away on her laptop.

“Please tell me you’re not still working right now,” Billie stated, unamused by the always-working Supreme.

Cordelia jumped—startled by Billie’s voice—and instantly closed her laptop, “Well, hello to you too.” She displayed a bashful smile, standing up to greet the both of you.

“Has Mina made it yet?” You asked in a hushed tone; in case the other woman was somewhere nearby.

Cordelia chuckled softly, “Not yet.” She removed the gift from your arms and wrapped you into a tight hug, “You look amazing, sweet girl.”

You smiled, feeling your face heat up, “Thank you, Delia.” With your face buried against her neck, you took a moment to bask in the smell of her chamomile shampoo and vanilla perfume before pulling back. “You look stunning by the way.”

She grinned in response—absentmindedly smoothing her hands down the front of her long, flowy skirt. “Really? I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much for Mina.”

Your eyes scanned the entirety of the Supreme, “She will love it. Trust me.”

After setting down the gift bags, Billie greeted Cordelia with a kiss and complimented her on today’s outfit selection, as well. You genuinely found the whole thing funny, considering all three of you were wearing purple. The idea was cute, but the execution was questionable. Honestly, it felt a bit… cultish.

You took a moment to look around; admiring the purple and silver decorations, along with the few drinks and snacks placed on the coffee table beside a bouquet of violets. Cordelia had truly outdone herself. It wasn’t so over the top that it would overwhelm Wilhemina, but it was enough to show effort and that alone would please her.

The only thing missing now, however, was Mina.

“I thought she would be here by now,” Billie muttered, looking at her watch, then at Delia.

“She would have been here if she didn’t request to work today,” Cordelia mumbled, adding her gift to the other three.

You furrowed your eyebrows, moving your gaze to the both of them, “I didn’t know you could request to work on a mandatory day off.”

“You can’t, babydoll.” Billie rolled her eyes while texting on her phone, “Venny is just so stubborn that she thinks she can do whatever she pleases.”

Delia hummed to herself, “And her bosses are a bit too…” She paused, thinking of the right word to use, “…intimidated to tell her otherwise.”

You smirked, “So they’re scared of her? And she’s working for them?”

“It appears so.” Cordelia chuckled.

As if on cue, Delia’s phone began to ring. Billie swiftly picked it up from the coffee table and grinned mischievously, seeing Mina’s picture. She answered it without hesitation.

“Where is she?” Mina growled, rushing through the halls of Kineros, as her cane tapped loudly.

You glanced at Delia with furrowed eyebrows; confused as to why Mina sounded so upset. She shrugged in response with the same expression of concern and confusion.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our Venny.” Billie stated, not at all phased by the redhead’s unnerved demeanor (and most likely using the camera to fix her curls).

“Billie Dean, I swear if this is one of your pranks-” Mina started, sounding beyond irritated.

“Wilhemina, it’s not ladylike to swear, honey,” Billie said in faux innocence.

“I am not in the mood, Howard.”

“You’re never in the mood, Venable.”

“She’s always in the mood for me.” You mumbled to yourself, picking at your nails.

“Stop it, you three.” Cordelia intruded, rolling her eyes at the bickering and somehow back on her laptop.

A moment of silence went by before Mina responded in a relieved tone, “Hello, little one.”

You bit your lip, looking up at the phone in Billie’s hand. Standing from the chair, you walked over and peeked a glance at your other lover from over Billie’s shoulder, “Hi, Mina. We’ve missed you.”

Delia shook her head, mumbling under her breath, “What am I, chopped liver?”

“At worst, you’re nothing short of a five-star Michelin steak.” Billie chimed in.

“How charming of you, Billie,” Cordelia responded with a chuckle.

“For God’s sake, give Y/N the phone if you’re going to socialize with Cordelia the whole time,” Mina stated in agitation.

“Well, someone needs to show our Supreme how cherished she is since you can’t seem to provide her with a simple hello. Where are your manners-” In the midst of Billie speaking, the call hung up. “Did she just-“

“Still no greeting,” Delia mumbled, typing away. Within a few seconds, a low buzz filled the room. Delia looked down—feeling her thigh vibrate. Seeing your phone light up with Mina’s contact picture, she smirked to herself and answered, “Hello there, Wilhemina.”

A soft chuckle could be heard on the other side of the phone, “Hello, Cordelia.”

“Playing phone tag, I see.”

“Unfortunately. It seems no one has their own phone.”

“Isn’t that a shame?” You chuckled, watching the Supreme pout in faux sorrow, “I assume you’re calling to speak with our sweet girl?”

Wilhemina smirked, “Perhaps it was you I wanted to speak with.”

Cordelia hummed to herself, “You know our communication is better done through action, my love. I’ll pass them the phone, hm?”

“Thank you.”

Billie rolled her eyes as you retrieved your cellular device and walked off to a less chaotic place to hold conversation. Cordelia arched an eyebrow and peered at Billie from above her laptop, “Now, why was she so upset to begin with?”

She shrugged, admiring her nails, “You know how Venny gets-”

“Billie,” Cordelia stated in a warning tone.

The Medium huffed and flipped her hair, “Calm down, Delia. I simply told her that Y/N was missing.”

“What?!”

“It got her attention, didn’t it?”

Cordelia shook her head and went back to typing, “You’ve got a few screws loose, Billie Dean.”

“The better for you to tighten, my dear.”

Cordelia looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, “Excuse me?”

Billie scoffed while grabbing her phone, then mumbled, “Now I know it’s definitely a southern thing.”

-

You sighed softly, leaning against a bookshelf, “So… how’s work?”

Her expression noticeably softened at your words, “I know you’re upset, little one.”

“And why would I be upset?” You asked—knowing full and well that you were seething on the inside from her deciding to go to work and not tell you.

“Are the others-”

“I walked away.”

With a deep inhale, she gathered her excuse, “I apologize, I was needed at work-”

“You were needed at home.” You stated with confidence.

“Y/N-”

“How naïve do you think I am? I expect you home within the next hour, Wilhemina.”

You took a moment to take in her features. Everything about her screamed ‘apathetic business woman’ but all you could see was the child in her. The fearful being that was dreading another year of life and despising the idea of celebrating it even more. You knew this was why she had fled the coven and chose to hide within the confinements of her office. She didn’t need another reminder of her age increasing and health declining. However, last year she had promised you growth, and what better way to bring in her new age, than with the first step of change?

No more running away.

-

“Happy birthday, my love,” Cordelia celebrated softly as she placed a tender kiss against Wilhemina’s cheek; handing her the last present. It was the same present you insisted on covering in violet wrapping paper—much like the others. “Enjoy. This one’s from an anonymous source.”

Wilhemina’s eyebrows furrowed at Delia’s words as her gaze met with the witch’s. What anonymous source could she possibly be referring to? She had already opened a gift from each of her lovers. Delia laid her hand on Mina’s—which happened to be resting on the unopened gift—and gave it a loving squeeze. As if to say, just trust me.

 Every year, Wilhemina made it clear that she preferred to ignore the day the universe cursed her with life—however—with three girlfriends who loved her immensely, it was nearly impossible. Although dreaded by Mina, November 11th was a day worth celebrating.

Cordelia perched herself on the armrest of the La-Z-Boy Billie gifted Mina the year prior and absentmindedly ran her fingers through her lover’s red hair. Wilhemina huffed under her breath and began to unwrap the gift; taking her time with precision.

“One of these years, I’d like to actually receive what I ask for.” The redhead grumbled.

Billie rolled her eyes, “Get over it, Venny. We’re not going a year without celebrating you.” Taking a sip of her cider, she smirked, “Besides, it’s a fun way to torture you.”

Once the gift was uncovered, she placed the paper aside and opened the large, rectangular box; revealing one of the most beautiful canes she had ever seen.

You bit your lip nervously and glanced at Cordelia. You had begged her to give Mina your gift; knowing if she found out her ‘little one’ spent so much money on her, she’d pitch a fit. Cordelia continued to stroke Mina’s hair as her gaze remained fixated on the cane. No words left the woman’s mouth. It was as if she were frozen.

 You knew your bottom lip was bound to become raw from how much you were currently gnawing on it, “Do you like it?”

Your words snapped her out of the flashback she was currently trapped in.

Taking a moment to swallow down the aftertaste of inadequacy with the apple cider Cordelia made, her piercing gaze hesitantly met yours. “Little one. Tell me you didn’t.”

You fidgeted with your blouse anxiously, “What do you mean?”

She sat up the best she could, frowning, “Did you buy-”

“I said it was anonymous, Mina. Leave it at that.” Delia stated as she interrupted. “Now, who wants pie?”

“Me, please.” You stated, ready to change the subject. Glancing over at Mina, her gaze remained fixated on the cane in front of her.

“Leave my slice on the table, won’t you, darling?” Billie asked, standing up, “I need a smoke.”

Delia agreed, but shook her head disapprovingly, “Fine, but you need to ease off the nicotine.”

Looking through her purse for a cigarette, the Medium pointed a finger, “Don’t. Tonight is a good night and we’ve already talked about this.”

Delia frowned, “I know, but I get worried, Billie.” She sat the plates down on the coffee table as Billie walked up to her and pulled her over to the side.

While grasping her waist and pulling her flush against her body, Billie began, “Hey…” She spoke softly, easing a few golden strands behind the Supreme’s ear, “You never have to worry about me.”

“I know, but-”

“But?”

Cordelia took a moment to find her words then replied in a hushed tone, “That’s easier said than done. I practically watch you inhale your fate every time you go out on that balcony.” Billie frowned at her statement, but let her continue, “And don’t think that I don’t know about you sharing those cancer sticks with Y/N.”

Her eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip nervously, “Have you told-”

“No, but if she finds out, you’re dead along with the rest of the coven that knows.”

Billie arched an eyebrow, “Who was it that told you?”

“I’m not telling you that, Billie Dean.”

The Medium peered, adamant about knowing who told her business, “Coco? Queenie?”

“Billie-”

“Madison? Nan?”

Cordelia sighed, “Nan.”

You smiled, walking over to Mina. Kneeling in front of her, you placed both hands atop hers. She jumped slightly, bringing her attention to you. “Are you alright, Mina?”

She inhaled slowly to control her breathing. Something you had noticed she would do if she didn’t want to draw in attention to her emotions, “Of course, Little one.”

You tilted your head, “I know you, Mina. Something is wrong. Do you not like your presents?”

“It’s not that.” Her fingers caressed the palm of your hand to not only ground you, but herself.

“Is it the pie? I thought you detested cake.”

“I do.”

“Then… what’s wrong?”

Her fingers intertwined with yours as a soft smile appeared on her lips. With a gentle squeeze of your hands, she spoke quieter than usual, “Not now.”

You could hear the waver of her voice. A few decibels louder and the dam of emotions would erupt. “I understand.” You accepted her decision and forced a smile. “Would you like some pie?”

Her fingers withdrew from yours and moved through your hair. “I’d much rather prefer you instead.”

[billiebeanhoward]

I came here to fix my car (not my heart) - Billie Dean Howard

a/n: this is something completely different to what i’ve written before and much longer than my other fics so i really hope you like it

prompt: billies car broke down and her usual mechanic is out of town. they recommended your place

cw: very suggestive throughout, passing out, billies being dramatic.

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Word count: 3174

"I don't care that he's out of town! The AC has blown out and it's the middle of Summer!" the blonde almost screams down her phone in frustration. She leans against the hood of her car, cigarette in hand as a slight slither of sweat drips down her face.

"You're going to have to see someone else Ms Howard.." the person on the other line sighs, "There's not much we can do. There's one that should be open the "Magic Hands Repair Shop,"

Billie abruptly ends the call, not wanting to listen to the man any further and scoffing at the ridiculous name, whilst turning around so she's leaning her backside on the hood of her Audi. Taking another drag from her cigarette she sighs as she tries to figure out what to do. Due to her job there's a lot of driving around and visiting people. There is, of course, the option to go in the company car but she does much prefer her own and to drive herself for that matter. She pulls her purse close and takes out a handkerchief to dab her brow before she takes a deep breath and gets back into her stuffy car.

Pissed off and against her own wishes, she turns into the repair shop she was recommended. It would definitely have to do for now; it's far too hot to continue to drive across the city to find a decent one. Especially with traffic being as heavy as it is right now, due to the evening rush, and by the time she would even find a more reputable one than this, she only imagines it to be closed. Thankfully, this one seems to be open. It should be. That's what the man said.

She quickly exits the hot, stuffy car and walks into the shade inside, the cool air hitting off the back of her nude legs making her hum contently. She looks around for the owner, taking note of the "run down" look that this shop has in comparison to her more expensive car mechanics. This place looks cheap, anyway, she assumes. It'll have to suffice until she can get someone more superior to sort it out. If the car would even last that long.

She realises it doesn't look like anybody is actually in the shop. Maybe it's not actually open. That's annoying and she is definitely going to send a complaint to the person who gave her this recommendation. She had bad vibes from him anyway. She scans the room to confirm lack of life before she heads off. She can see stacks of old and new tyres and hears the distant sound of a radio tuned to the local station, but there is no other sign of life, other than the cactus sitting on the shelf at the back end of the room where various tools were sitting. But even that seems to be lacking there of. She cant say anything though, she has killed plenty of succulents in her time.

The smell of oil and gas lingers making her scrunch her nose in slight disgust as she continues to scope out the place - full of cars sitting silently, waiting attention. Except, nobody seems to be giving it to them. She sighs to herself shaking her head and just as she is about to leave, a muted metallic clang catches her attention. She moves further inside, scoping out where the sound came from and notices a pair of boot-clad feet and lower legs emerging from an old Cadillac in the back of the shop.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" she calls out, wincing as she sees the legs jerk and hears a muffled bang from underneath the car.

"Ow," the voice grumbles. One word, but enough for Billie to determine that the owner is female. For some reason, that surprises her. She hasn't encountered a female mechanic before. And now her heart is in her pants and she finds it arousing. Why? She hasn't been laid in over a year, that's why. Her ex was a bitch.

"Hang on, hang on," your voice mutters as you rub your now bruised forehead, in pain. Billie holds her breath as you quickly roll yourself back into daylight and the moment she sees your face she almost forgets how to breathe.

She is so in her own mind of arousal that she only realises that she's been holding her breath for a bit too long. Her heart is thundering inside her ribcage and the world is starting to go a little grey around the edges. She can't even say anything or see you jogging quickly over to her because everything goes black quickly.

Her eyes open and she looks dazedly to up at you as you carry her. She looks at your h/c hair and sees it's tied up in a ponytail, apparently to keep it out of your face, which is dotted with streaks of oil and a small bruise forming on your forehead. Your expression is focused, which, given the fact that you seem to be climbing a set of stairs, is unsurprising. Billie is hardly lightweight, and you're so wiry and small, but yet...here you are, carrying her up a flight of stairs. You're apparently much stronger than you look. Another reason to become aroused, she guesses. Typical Billie. She faints and the first thing she thinks of is finding her mechanic sexy.

"What..." She attempts to speak, feeling words fail her when you glance downwards and she's again, imagining something she shouldn't.

"You passed out," you explain, a small droplet of sweat dripping down your face.

Billie stays quiet as you kick open the door to your apartment with your foot. You make your way inside, lowering Billie down on your couch in the middle of the room. It's surprisingly comfortable, Billie thinks and she shuffles as she relaxes into the cushions, feeling the haze in her head slowly fade away.

"Stay there," you say, carefully, turning around. Billie breathes a sigh of relief when you switch on a fan that was sitting on the coffee table. It moves the air just enough to cool the sweat on her brow. "There. I know it's probably not much, but it should help. I'll get you some water."

Billie watches silently as you head over to the small kitchen on the other side of the room. She can't believe her eyes and she almost pinches herself when you reach for the collar of your boiler suit, unzipping it swiftly. She swallows, hard, when she sees a glimpse of a white undershirt peeking through and bare stomach when you lift your arms above your head to stretch out the toned muscles in your arms. She simply can't tear her eyes away.

You're undeniably attractive, but Billie has to keep reminding herself that she barely knows the woman in front of her. Although it's most certainly not unusual for her to have one night stands... Jesus christ, why is she thinking if having a one night stand with her mechanic?

Before she knows it, you return with two glasses of water, ice cubes clinking as you walk over. All the while you don't utter a single word and the quiet is quite unsettling and Billie finds herself focusing on the sound of the fan as it whirrs, wondering what on earth to say. Suddenly, she's nervous. It doesn't help that her head's still cloudy, and she takes a gulp of water in an attempt to revive herself. It's beyond time for her to say something, so she summons up the courage to say the first appropriate thing that pops into her head.

"So... you live here? Above the garage?" She asks, wondering why on earth she even opened her mouth when you give her a bemused look before taking a gulp of cold water. Billie traces its journey down your throat, watching the movement of your neck as you swallow. A droplet escapes the corner of your mouth and trickles down moments later, running into the collar of your undershirt, and Billie forces herself to look away in an attempt to avoid overheating for the second time that day. Just picturing where that water had ended up was enough to send her mind to places she had been trying to ignore for the past few months.

"As first questions go, that's not what I was expecting," you finally say, not unkindly. "But yeah, I do live here. It's much easier to grab parts and tools that way." you smile softly at her before your eyes widen slightly "Sorry. I got you a bit oily," you say, and Billie looks down to where you're pointing at her arm. You politely hold back from touching the skin; but she definitely wants you to, and sure enough there was a smudge of brown there from where you had held her.

Billie shakes her head in a daze. "It's okay," she murmurs, taking another panicked gulp of the icy water and wincing as it hits the back of her throat. She can feel the weight of your stare "Sorry. I didn't mean to faint on you. Just... Must have overheated." She doesn't want to tell you the full real reason of passing out. From finding you so attractive she literally forgot how to breathe for a moment and with all the heat almost suffocating her, she passed out. The embarrassment has yet to fade and it gives Billie something to focus on other than the woman sitting so close to her.

"What's your name?" you ask her, tilting your head in such an adorable way that it takes Billie a moment to answer.

"Billie Dean Howard. Medium to the stars." Reciting the script is easy, at least. She has to hold herself back from doing the 'flutter fingers' she usually does. Her movements still not quite caught up.

You smile warmly at her reply. "Alright, Billie Dean. Nice to meet you." Billie swears she died the second her full name left your lips. "I'm Y/N," you continue, before downing the rest of your water and reaching silently for the blondes glass. While you busy yourself in the kitchen, Billie mentally kicks herself at her lack of social skills.

Why hadn't she started with names? She is usually the master at flirtation and social situations. But this time.. Combined with the heat and the pounding in her head, Billie wishes she can just start this interaction all over again.

"So... I- well, I guess I should explain why I'm here," Billie fumbles, fidgeting with her hands, her acrylic nails clacking together. All of a sudden she can't keep still, and the words come out in a rush as if to make up for her earlier incompetence. If she can snap out of this right now and stop acting like a lovesick, horny teenager that would be great. She shakes her head and scolds herself silently.

"I'm assuming it's something to do with the Audi parked outside?" you ask, handing her another glass of cold water.

"Right, right," she breathes, relieved for a normal topic of conversation. She can do that, at least. "The air conditioning is broken."

"Can't have you overheating again, can we?" you smile, giving Billie a quick wink to show you mean no harm by the joke. The gesture was enough to make Billie's cheeks to fluster anyway and she feels her mouth fall open.

"Preferably not," she finally agrees. She's glad she can blame the heat in her cheeks on the warm weather. "I can't believe I passed out." she chuckles

"It was a bit of a surprise," you agree, frowning when you look at Billie's expression. "Are you sure you're alright? I can give you a lift home, if you like."

She shakes her head suddenly, feeling the room spin with the motion. She should take you up on your offer, it would be the sensible thing to do - but she doesn't trust herself not to screw things up. She needs a moment to adjust, to prepare herself. 

"It's ok. Thank you, though, I mean it. I'll just get an Uber."

"Okay, if you're sure. I'll have a look at the car tonight. Considering you're saying it's just the AC, I should be able to get it done by tomorrow"

"Do you need... do you need my number?" she asks, uncertain. Although she knows damn well you're going to need her number. How else are you supposed to contact her regarding her car? More than anything she wants an excuse to keep in touch and she breathes a sigh of relief when you nod in reply.

"That would be helpful, yeah. Save you an unnecessary journey. I'll let you know the damage."

Billie realises that she'll soon run out of excuses to see you once the car is fixed, but she'd have to cross that bridge when she comes to it. She would definitely like to see you again. She waits while you read out her number carefully, wanting to ensure you have it correctly.

"Yes that's just right" she confirms. Her hooded brown eyes looking at your e/c eyes briefly, she can look into your eyes all day.

-

"You what?" Billie's long term best friend, Jennifer asks with a hint of playfulness to her voice and a huge grin plastered on her face. Billie is now regretting even agreeing to playing tennis with her the following afternoon.

"Don't" the blonde warns, swinging the racket nervously in her hands. She's now even more regretting telling her about her hot mechanic now.

"Come on Billie ask her out!"

Billie snaps her head towards her, eyes wide. "Ask her out?' I'm far from my 20s, sugar. I'm not asking anyone out." she tries to play it off cool, flipping her ponytail behind her shoulder.

Her friend was having none of it, of course she wasn't. She bounces the tennis ball on the floor before taking a swing with her racket, still that stupid smug smile on her stupid face. "Come on, you like her" No doubt about that.

Billie shakes her head, quickly dismissing her and quickly hitting the ball back, "She's my mechanic. I met her once." She knows that usually doesn't stop her and the blonde on the other side of the net knows that too.

Jennifer scoffs, "And? Your cheeks blush when you think about her." The ball flies back over to Billie.

"They do not!" she scoffs, her hand touching her warm cheek just to double check, but of course her stupid friend is right. She doesn't see the ball rolling passed her on the ground beside her out of lines.

Her friend picks out a new ball and serves it over the net "Do it for me."

Billie sighs as she hits it back over "I'm not ready for that."

"It's been what, two years? You've got to get over her, Bill," She's right. Her ex was awful, she doesn't know why she's still so hung up over her. It is about time she even attempts to date someone else.

"I guess I can give it a try," she finally says in defeat. Dropping the racket and once again letting the ball roll. She is far too distracted.

"Atta girl," Jen grins again. Billie wonders if that's all she does at this point just to mock her. Grin. "So when are you going to pick your car up?"

"When she-" her mobile vibrates in the bum bag strapped around her waist and she hastily pulls it out hoping it's the woman she's been thinking about all day, "Hello? Yes this is Billie Dean Howard," the blush appears to her cheeks again and her friend only grins widely raising an eyebrow when Billie's lips turn into a smile. Billie quickly swats at her and turns around to hide her face.

"Your cars done. She's a real beauty. Good as new" the blonde hears your voice and feels her knees turn weak again. She can hear you smiling down the phone. She really wants to see you again.

"Thank you so much. I-" she turns around to face Jen again who only nods in approval "I'll come over in about an hour,"

"Brilliant. See you then."

-

Her uber pulls up outside the Magic Hands Repair Shop and her heart is still pounding in her chest. The heat isn't has bad as it was yesterday so she is definitely not counting on passing out again. So what's this? Is she nervous? ...Excited? She's only getting her car. She steps inside and sees you already standing there near the hood of her car. She takes note of your face which she is already quickly regretting and her eyes quickly roam your body. You're so attractive it's hurting her vagina. She shakes her head quickly and strides over, more confidently this time.

"Lovely to have you not passing out on me this time," you smile jokingly, a soft chuckle escaping your lips and if Billie didn't already embarrass herself yesterday she is sure she would do the exact same thing today. She feels her knees becoming weak.

"Maybe next time," her lips purse. Fuck. Why the fuck did she say that?

"Didn't mind carrying you home. Usually wait until I take you out for dinner first." you smirk and the blonde definitely couldn't help the blush that fills her cheeks.

She almost gawps. Your confidence is really taking her off guard. She clears her throat, "The AC?" she takes out her wallet.

"Right," you clap your hands together and turn around to grab her keys, "All fixed. Seriously, it's as good as new." You open the drivers door to her car, and she sits down turning the car on.

"Perfect," she couldn't help a soft moan escaping her lips when the AC springs back to life. The cool air blowing in her face. She's been driving around in Ubers all day and she misses her car so much.. But not as much as she missed seeing you.

"What can I say? I'm good with my hands," you smile at her and if she wasn't already slightly blinded by you in the first place and the fact the sun was surrounding you like a halo she would've seen the slight blush rise in your cheeks.

"Oh, I bet you are," she quips, her confidence coming back in full swing. She smirks at you and you hand her the papers for her to sign, your fingers lightly ghosting hers.

"Sign here and your address here,"

"My address?" She tilts her head but really couldn't stop the smile on her lips. This woman is seriously going to be the death of her.

"So I can pick you up,"

Billies eyebrows raise as she looks at you and a smile plays on her lips as she writes it down. "You can definitely show me how good your hands really are. Pick me up at 7."

[cabensonsgirly]

Eyes boring a way through me Paralyze, controlling completely. (18+)

Chapter One

[abeillefaeabeille]

Y/n: Oh my gosh, work was so stressful today! There were so many customers who wanted specific toppings, the pizza guy across the street practically harassed me! I should report him-

Cordelia: Wait honey, that's not your actual job. It's a phone game.

Y/n: YOU DON'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY IT'S HARD WORK OKAY *stomps out of the room*

Cordelia: God they're adorable.

Y/n (from a different room): AM NOT!!!

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Mama's girl

Warnings: PURE fluff

Word count: 0.8 K

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Cordelia plans the birthday of her wife Y/N, with the help of the girls, and her daughter Leah.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [American Horror Story masterlist]

The steam from the kettle began to come out, causing me to take the kitchen towel and pour the water into my cup and Zoé's, so that she began to prepare her coffee and I prepared my tea.

"So, Y/N is in her cooking class, right?" I asked taking a small sip from my cup

"Yep"

"And the little monkey is still asleep, right?"

“Yes, Delia, relax, everything will be perfect.

Despite fully trusting my girls, this event was really important, so I couldn't calm down so easily, only until I saw Y/N enjoying her surprise.

"Well, I'll go wake up our little monkey."

I went upstairs and walked to the room closest to mine, the one with the purple door; opening the door, I found a quite awake Leah.

"Hello, butterfly"

"Mama!"

The little girl raised her arms, opening and closing her little hands, letting me know that she wanted me to pick her up, while giving me a smile, as sweet as honey

"How was your morning, Miss Leah?"

"I dreamed of elveeesss"

"In fact?"

"Yup"

Despite being just 3 years old, Leah communicated very well, Y/N said it was thanks to being the daughter of the supreme, but, I said it was thanks to the patience of my wife, who tried to read to her and teach her every day.

"Do you like goblins?" I took her in my arms and started down the stairs

"No" she pouted a little, as she crossed her little arms "I like witches"

"Of course, you're a little witch" already downstairs, I started to walk to the dining room while I began to kiss her stomach, making her burst out laughing

"Help" the girl shouted between laughs

"Hey, leave the little monkey alone"

"Okay, I'll just leave you because Aunt Zoe asked" I sat her in her special chair, leaving a loud kiss and put her plate with her breakfast in front of it "do you know what day it is today, Lee?"

"Christmas?" I giggled and shook my head “my happy birday?” I speak the girl with her mouth full

"No, baby, it's mommy's birthday"

"Happy Birday Mommy!"

“Are you going to help me make her surprise?”

“ Yep ”

"But, it's a secret, okay?"

"Yup"

"Okay, finish eating monkey"

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The plan was made, as soon as Y/N got home from her cooking classes, she would be taken by Zoe to the backyard, to find the little picnic, where Leah and I were waiting for her.

At first, I thought of having a big party, full of all our friends, but I remembered that lately Y/N didn't feel like seeing people, so I thought of doing something simple, a nice afternoon with my favorite girls

"Mommy!"

Y/N quickened her steps, giggling and raising her arms, and when he got to us, she quickly scooped up the girl, and threw her into the air, making the girl scream and laugh.

"Hello Princess"

Y/N released the girl, saw what was around her and gave me a beautiful smile

"What is all this? Why are us here?"

Seeing that little Leah had forgotten about today's event, I quickly went over to whisper in her ear and remind her of the date; the little one quickly spoke

"Happy Birday Mommy!"

Leah hugged Y/N's legs, making Y/N's eyes fill with tears.

“Oh thanks baby”

Y/N quickly sat down next to me and took my face in her hands, forcing me to see her beautiful eyes.

“Thank you love, you are very considerate for organizing this for me”

“My baby, I would do anything for you”

Giving me a smile, approaching little by little, until he gave me a deep kiss, which made me close my eyes, enjoying the moment, until Leah fell on my legs

"Mama!"

"Sorry baby, do you want kisses too?"

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"Leah, come on baby, I'm going to buy you an ice cream"

The petite blonde stood up suddenly and walked over to her Aunt Zoe .

"Leah, baby…"

With my right hand, I grabbed Y/N's wrist preventing her from getting up too.

"Leave her, she needs her aunts"

"Are you trying to get rid of your daughter, Miss Goode?"

Y/N asked as he came closer, hugging me in such a way that her head was on my shoulder

“Of course not, you know that Leah is what I love most in life. But, I also missed spending some time alone with you.”

Y/N just let out a small moan of happiness, as she snuggled closer to my chest, until, from one moment to another, she jumped and looked me in the eye

"You don't want to have sex in the garden, do you?"

"No darling" I drew her back to my chest, while letting out a laugh

"Then what do you want to do?"

“I just want to kiss you without a little witch getting jealous”

"It looks like you"

"Of course not!"

"Delia…" Y/N commented with her typical mom's voice.

"Well… yes I'm jealous"

Note:

I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been SO busy with college that I haven't had time to write or edit; But nevertheless, here it is, the ending that Cordelia Goode deserved.

I hope you enjoy it

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Who knew?

A/N: Hello everyone 💜 I'm back with another Mina fic. It's inspired by the song ,,Who knew'' from Pink.

tw: angst, sad, very mild mention of drinking and drug using

word count: 3.7k

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Sighing, you walk down the long corridors of your workplace. Today was unbearable for some reason. You had been an employee of Kineros Robotics for four years now. Sometimes it felt like you only just started there but today it felt like an eternity.

As you walk towards the meeting room, holding a folder in one hand and your coffee cup in the other, hoping the caffeine would help you wake up a little and somehow make this day end faster, you suddenly spot her. Graceful as ever she walked into the meeting room, her cane hitting off the floor hard, echoing through the walls.

You stop for a minute, taking in her beauty. The red hair, the perfect pony tale, the granny glasses that you used to make fun of, her beautiful makeup and the colour purple plastered all over the slightly taller woman. ,,Whats up, seen a ghost?'' one of your male coworkers giggles as he walks past you. You shake your head and roll your eyes before entering the room.

,,Good Morning'' you say as you enter, trying hard not to look at the redhead now sitting at the other end of the room. You take a seat as you wait for the meeting to begin. As per usual, your bosses Jeff and Mutt were late. It annoyed you how they never valued your time, or anyone elses for that matter as you still had a lot of work on your desk. You didn't realize until now that everyone was staring at you and you couldn't figure out the reason why. Just as you tried to speak up, your bosses walked in and the meeting started.

,,How is that project coming along?'' your thoughts are interrupted when one of your bosses addresses you. You swallow the lump in your throat before talking about the current status of the project and what you had worked on so far. You look around the room while explaining and try hard not to glimpse at Wilhemina. You knew that one look was enough to make you weak.

,,Sounds really good Ms. Y/N'' your boss announces before the male coworker from before agrees. ,,Don't you agree Ms. Venable?'' he questions and this takes you out of your thoughts.

,,Very good'' she coldly states as her brown eyes pierce straight into your soul. You had avoided eye contact with her for a long time. In-fact you don't think you had bared to really look into her eyes up until now as the past few months had been filled with too much pain.

You are pulled out of your thoughts when everyone gets up and your bosses saying how productive this meeting had been. You couldn't focus on anything that had been said as your thoughts kept wandering back to your past.

As you get up and gather your things, everyone had left and the redhead was just getting ready to leave when your male coworker stops you by the door. ,,What happened between you and Venny Bear?'' you swallow hard as you look at him and completely miss how fast Wilhemina had turned around at hearing those words.

The office had always suspected that you two had a thing going on, Wilhemina was usually very closed off at work, barely ever smiling or talking to anyone unless it was about work and absolutely necessary. However, when you started, her demeanor had changed slightly, despite it taking almost a year until she was open with you. Of course your bosses and coworkers had noticed as they suddenly saw Wilhemina as an actual person and not another robot they worked with.

,,Didn't last did it? we kinda always said that'' he carries on. Suddenly you are overwhelmed by anger and grief. Anger at his words. If you had known all those years ago when you first started seeing her, that someone had told you now it wouldn't last, you would have lost it completely. Grief overtakes second as the end of your relationship still haunted you to this very day. Her last words as she explained just why she couldn't do this but that she didn't want to hear you say a word about quitting. As you had worked too hard for you to just leave the position now. Equally you both knew she couldn't quit either having built the company from the ground.

As all of your emotions overtake you, you take a step forward, your eyes turning a darker colour. Wilheminas eyes widen as she sees your reaction. ,,How about you shut your mouth before I-'' you start, your fist clenching before you feel a hand grabbing yours. ,,He's not worth it Y/N'' you suddenly hear the redheads voice as you turn to face her. Your coworker had left as quickly as he could, intimidated by your sudden change of behaviour and definitely scared of Wilhemina and the fact she overheard the whole thing.

It feels as if time freezes right there, outside of the meeting room. Her brown concerned eyes meeting your angry ones. Slowly they turn a softer and calmer tone. Wihemina quickly lets go of your hand as she realizes she is still holding onto you? or holding you back? she isn't quite sure. As you feel her hand letting go, sadness washes over your face, despite your best efforts to hide it. Who knew that not having her hold your hand anymore would have such an effect on you? You miss her, her soft hand on yours, when she wasn't wearing her gloves. Her steady hand always finding yours whenever you needed it.

Wilhemina quickly clears her throat as her gaze averts yours. You try to think of what to say but somehow you can't find any words. You aren't sure whether to apologize for your behaviour or whether to be angry at her for hers in the past. As a result you simply give her a little nod as a thank you for keeping you from what was about to happen and the consequences of your actions before returning to your desk. Wilhemina walks the other way, towards her office and somehow the sound of your beating heart and her cane hitting the floor are in sync.

As you sit at your desk, trying to focus on your work, your thoughts keep travelling back to your ex lover, your Mina. Flashbacks wash over you like a hurricane and you drowning right in the middle of it. You remember how she took your hand and showed you how to do it all. She showed you how to love, taught you to laugh and how to not take everyone's crap all the time. She made you a lot stronger, you believed every word she had told you, every love confession and every single time she made you feel special.

Your relationship was quite the cliche. You had met her at work as she worked in HR. The first week was practically spent with her as she showed you around, or you heading to her desk every day dropping off some files. For the longest time you thought she was a bit strange. As she never really said a lot and the only times she did she insulted you but somehow you had liked it. You fell for her from the moment you first laid eyes on her but you thought she despised you, as she did with every other human being on the planet.

But suddenly it all changed, when she would drop by your desk, invite you to lunch at work, despite that being spent in utter silence the first couple of times. You had found out she never ate lunch other than alone in her office so you thought maybe she was ready to make a friend. However to Wilhemina you were always more than a friend. She saw something in you she hadn't really seen in anyone else before. She liked how you two could spend time in silence, how you wouldn't judge her or feel offended at her comments and how sometimes you even went along with it. Other than your looks, your humour but utter kindness were attractive to the woman, usually such a stranger to any type of affection, let alone the word love.

Wilhemina knew it wasn't a good idea considering this was both of your workplaces, however she couldn't keep herself from asking you to go get a coffee with her outside of work or inviting you to work on the projects your bosses had messed up, as a result you both having to work on the weekend. Even suggesting her own home just to do that. Her home was sacred to the woman and you knew when she first let you into that, that she had opened to you and the idea of you.

When she first kissed you, you felt like your feet were swept off the ground, thankful for the steady hand on your back, keeping you from loosing balance. Mina loved every single second she got to spend with you, especially the ones outside of work. Suddenly the usual loneliness she preferred was replaced by your presence. Usually quiet and lonely dinners were replaced by you sitting there, sometimes cooking for her and the late hours of the evening usually spend with a glass of wine, spend with you and two glasses of wine of course.

Suddenly the redhead enjoyed when you kissed her, she enjoyed holding your hand, the feeling of protection over you as she was ready to kill if anyone ever tried to hurt you in any way. Who knew that she would be the reason for your pain in the end?

,,Y/N?'' the sudden calling of your name interrupts the waves of flashbacks and pulls you back to shore. ,,Are you coming to lunch?'' another colleague asks. You think for a second before replying ,,I'm think I'm gonna skip today, still got a lot of work'' you point towards your computer. Your colleague simply smiles and nods, unknowing that since the meeting you hadn't even turned your computer back on, nor done any work.

Slowly you tell yourself it will be okay and that you need to get on with your projects. For the next half an hour you drown yourself in coding and work, not once taking your eyes off the screen or your thoughts off work. Meanwhile everyone other than your bosses joined for lunch in the cafeteria. The room is filled with quiet chattering, the occasional laughing when it suddenly stops altogether. Some eyes widen as they see Wilhemina walk in, holding onto her cane.

,,What is she doing here?'' one of them dares to mumble before Wilhemina glances at them. She quickly scans the room but even quicker turns around on her heels and leaves as she couldn't find what she came in here to look for. you.

The redhead makes her way over to your desk but halts as she sees you staring at your computer screen and tapping on the keyboard. She had no desire of course to eat in the cafeteria or any reason to be down here, as her office provided her with everything she needed, she came for you. She is worried about you, you not being the only one flooded by waves of flashbacks of the past.

Wilhemina remains by the door, watching you for a while, trying to find some sort of indication as to how you are feeling. However she is interrupted when she hears chattering again, knowing lunch was over by now, so she retreats back to her office. Just as she leaves you finally take a glimpse, knowing she was standing there all along, before continuing your work.

Somehow the day ended quicker than you originally thought as by your usual finish time, you manage to send the final project draft to your bosses. As you check your emails and calendar one more time, getting ready to go home, you are interrupted by your bosses. ,,Hey Y/N, great work on the project, can you go and take it to Ms. Venable? we are going to go hit the city, considering its a friday yk?''

Internally you roll your eyes but on the outside you simply politely agree as they walk off, joking about something, by now already high and probably drunk. ,,Shit'' you mumble, knowing you had to drop the project off at Wilhemina's desk but also not wanting another encounter for the day. For a second you consider just emailing it to her and leaving but you also knew she hates when things aren't done the proper way and final projects that need signing she usually prefers on her desk.

,,Guess I'll do it the right way then'' you think to yourself before opening the file and reading it again, making sure there are no mistakes whatsoever. After a couple of hours and several coffee breaks you finally have the finished project printed off on your desk, placed neatly in a folder and you finish by signing the last document. As you look at the time, you realize it had been four hours since everyone had left and you now realize you only did this so you could drop it on her desk and leave without any confrontation or having to face her again today.

You sign out of your computer, turn the little desk light off, grabbing your things before you walk out of the offices and head upstairs to her office. As you walk towards her office, the automatic ceiling lights turn on and you assume that did infact mean everyone left. As you enter her office, a familiar scent of lavender greeting you, you walk straight towards her desk.

As you look up, ready to place the project on the desk in front of you, you jump as you see Wilhemina sitting there. ,,Oh my god, Mi- Wilhemina I'm sorry'' you mumble, your voice shaking. ,,I thought you would have left by now'' you quickly add, feeling terrible for waltzing in and not noticing her there. She turns slightly on her chair, a hand holding onto her cane, her head slightly tilting before raising an eyebrow. Her mouth opens a little bit before she counters ,,What are you doing here so late?''.

You take a deep breath before explaining ,,Jeff and Mutt wanted me to pass the project to you for finalizing and signing''. You try to look anywhere but her eyes as you couldn't stand facing that pain again today. ,,And what took you so long? you finished the project several hours ago?'' she suggests, her tone changing into HR mode. ,,How?'' you start confused, your eyebrows furrowing.

,,Did you forget I was one of the recipients of the email?'' she asks, her words feeling like a slap in the face. You curse in your head for adding her to the recipient list instead of just Jeff and Mutt and how you didn't even notice it. ,,It's a friday night Y/N, we both know they wouldn't have signed it tonight and would ask you to pass it over to me''. she finally adds.

,,So you waited for hours for me to print it off and bring it to you?'' you counter, equally adapting your voice and slightly snappy. Your comment takes her by surprise as she stares at you. You quickly feel bad and apologize ,,I'm sorry Wilhemina, I wanted to make sure to hand it to you properly and it took a while for me to-'' but she interrupts you again. ,,Please Y/N we both know you wouldn't have sent it to your bosses if it wasn't really finished, and we both know you don't need four hours for printing and signing''. she interrupts you yet again.

,,Fine, what do you want me to say?'' you snap, your feelings suddenly taking over and the little voice in your head telling you to stay professional fading word by word. ,,Admit it, you didn't want to see me'' she suggests. The silence that follows is louder than any words could ever be. ,,My my'' she simply mumbles as she looks at you with those brown eyes again.

This was one of the few occasions where you had no idea what Wilhemina wants from you. Does she want you to snap at her? lay out your feelings and confront her with them? Does she want you in trouble? Does she want you to admit you did something you shouldn't have?.

,,Who knew you would go through such lengths to avoid me?'' she adds after a long silence and this is it, the last straw. Your emotions suddenly take over you, in addition of the long day and encounter from earlier today you couldn't hold back the things you had been meaning to say to her for a while now.

,,Who knew?'' you suddenly snap repeating her words.

,,Who knew that seeing you every single day was this unbearable?, Who knew that after all these years you would be long gone? Who knew that your forever was a lie`? Who knew I would do anything to touch you again, kiss you again and feel you again?'' you say

,,Who knew you would be the one breaking my heart, after all the promises you made me to make sure to never let anyone hurt me?Who knew time makes it so much harder? seeing you every day at work and you visiting me in my dreams when I am not in this god damn building?'' you carry on

,,Who knew I would miss you this damn much? ''

As you finish, you realize all of the things you just said, the tears streaming down your face and your knees feeling wobbly suddenly. Your eyes widen a little bit as you look up to see the redheads reaction.

You missed her initial reaction when you started speaking, a smirk in the beginning that with every single word falters to sad smile and a frown. Wilhemina expected a reaction, she wanted you to react and even provoke you a little but not like this. The redhead never expected it to hurt so much, who knew?

Who knew that Wilhemina would also feel those exact words that came from your mouth. every single detail. Who knew Wilhemina in that moment just wants to pull you into her embrace, press her lips onto yours but she can't.. not now. Not after everything that had happened and how she hurt you and ended things.

As you look up, Wilhemina isn't sitting at her desk anymore, suddenly she stands in front of you. Her eyes meeting yours, sad eyes. Wilhemina pulls you in anyway, despite everything within her telling her not to do this, not make the same mistake of hurting you again. She almost loses her balance as her lips move closer and eventually meet yours. Her cane isn't in the right spot for her to stand and bend slightly, so in response you wrap your arm around her and feel her breath hitch.

Suddenly you feel her smile into the kiss as her lips finally meet yours, a wave of feelings overtaking you, the familiar scent clouding your senses, your lips moving in sync and hearts beating in sync as well. You aren't sure whether you are supposed to still be angry, confused even because you most definitely are. But her lips, her lips on yours again, the feeling that you have been craving for months now. After all this time. Something so intimate and personal, so.. not Wilhemina.

She does love you? Who knew?

[camillelespanayesbtch]

Sarah Paulson photographed by Erik Carter for Garden and Gun magazine Dec2023 Jan2024 edition.

Credit: Sarahpaulsbean on Instagram

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Only Two

Warning: forced pregnancy, toxic Sarah, g!p

I sat down beside Sarah calmly as we watched the kids play around the living room. Rested my head on her shoulder peacefully "I'm glad we only had two" I laughed airily.

"Two?" Sarah questioned looking at me quizzically "yeah? I only want two" I giggled two is the perfect number.

"I want more though" Sarah whined into my hair making me feel a little guilty "but. I- Sarah two children is perfect" I insisted quietly.

"You love me don't you?" Sarah asked gently as she tilted my head to face her I nodded. "Yes," I muttered "I do" Sarah smiled brightly "so you'll make me happy and have more kids with me?" She asked bringing our faces closer.

Our noses touched as our lips skimmed the others "yes" I mumbled "good" Sarah responded kissing me.

Sarah's pov:

I did feel guilty knowing she only wanted two children but I couldn't help it, I wanted more especially with her.

Beverly's eyes held pain and it hurt knowing that I had been the cause of it as I kissed with a bit more passion.

Breaking apart for air she shifted away from me allowing Luke to curl into us, Cassie looked at me sadly before running to her room with Beverly chasing after her.

I glanced down at Luke "girls" he sighed shaking his head and making me laugh girls indeed I ruffled his head.

-

"Shit. Oh fuck" Beverly moaned

"Fuck I can't"

Beverly gripped the dining table as Sarah pounded into her from behind mercilessly tugging the brunette's hair at the roots.

Sarah continued her thrusts with a cocky smirk "nasty slut" she spat smacking Beverly's ass harshly. Leaning in closer to her ear "letting me fuck her on the kitchen table, where our family eats" Sarah husked biting Beverly's earlobe.

Beverly moaned feeling her wife explore deeper, their skin slapping against one another. "Shit-fuck oh god, I'm cumming!" Beverly almost screamed rutting against Sarah.

Soon orgasming on her wife's member "shit" Sarah groaned with a final deep thrust emptying her load.

-

Beverly rested her hands as she bent over the edge of her large shared bed biting her lip as she felt Sarah lining herself up.

Her knees were weak as Sarah pushed her cock slowly in slowly before beginning to speed up.

Beverly's soft moans quietly echoed their bedroom as Sarah pounded her dripping cunt.

"We need to hurry, your aunt will be here any moment" Sarah kissed Beverly's left shoulder blade.

-

And that is how you ended up with three new children

Rhiannon and the twins Catherine and Isaac.

[askmommysherman]

I would love to know how your day has been, and btw you’re reallyyy beautiful 🤭

My day has been rather peaceful, thank you. I spent most of it weeding the garden! It seems that no matter how many I pull out, there's always more.

Oh my, thank you, dear.

[blxckchxrrybxby]

Unresolved Light

summary: Reader needs to vent.

pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Reader

warning(s): mentions religion, blood, self harm

a/n: I’m beginning to think there’s no cure for the agony of living & there’s no love for those who need it most.

“Sometimes, I believe the purpose of life is to realize it is a form of hell in itself…” your fists unclenched, wiping away sweaty palms against the ragged denim beneath them, “And everyone shoves the idea of a greater, gentler being in your mind. They tell you He’s love and He’s what the world is not,” your eyebrows furrowed—voice breaking, “but what kind of merciful God would hurl His creations into a dying world and expect them to be the light when all influence leads to darkness?” The silver cross embedded with cubic zirconia sparkled against your neck; dangling daintily as you hunched over in despair. “How sadistic of Him to push me into nothingness, hoping I’d grasp at His glory just to catch a breath while drowning.” A scoff pushed past trembling lips. Pulsating veins spread through your forehead, making their presence noticeable. Your fists clenched once more, pounding at the ground. Tears fell and bodies moved closer to you.

They were not fond of fragile things shattering. They preferred to think of you as strong. And how could you blame them? It would be more convenient for them to believe that, than to witness your world fall apart, and your mind follow suit.

No one wants to pick up your pieces.

Yet, your fists kept slamming, and slamming, and slamming, and slamming—Oh, and now she was crying for you to stop… but how could you when this blood on the floor was the most color you’d seen lately?

Cordelia pulled you into her chest—where your fists continued to beat. Her heart would not suffice when you craved a rhythm of your own. Her eyes fell shut; chin laying atop your frazzled mind.

And your fists kept slamming.

Her white blouse was now painted red. Your weary heart shadowing Franko in Mendieta form. This was a cleanse.

And now your forehead found a home against her collarbones. Billie’s delicate fingertips traced at your spine; grounding you. Forcing you to accept anything but brutality. There was nothing worse than losing all faith in faith itself.

No matter their beliefs, this was yours. And upon an unforgiving life, it was now lost to you—the hope for something greater was foolish. As your fists settled—now aching—your gaze readjusted. From the left of her dirty blouse, you could make out Mina.

Eyes dark and heavy against the many flames. You were sure her tears could extinguish them.

“Come, little one.”

You listened, pushing away from the witch and medium. Crawling across the floor and past surrounding candles, you lay on her lap—staring at the red handprints smeared and left behind.

Her fingers moved down to play with the necklace; twirling the cross gently.

“No sense in running towards destruction when we can take our time.”

[billiebeanhoward]

Heather - Cordelia Goode x Misty Day

gif is mine.

a/n: i actually wanted to finish this at the italics and call it done but a certain someone *cough* @stayevildarling *cough* forced me to give it a better ending. you’re welcome

taglist: void. if you want to be added just ask :)

cw: implied unrequited love, cheating

word count: 2120

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.

Despite wearing Cordelia's sweater, you feel cold. Heartbroken. Your head feels weightless as if you're going to pass out and you stumble backwards slightly, the big table hitting your backside.

"See ya later then," Misty smiles before leaving the room. "And you, give her back the sweater before she ends up freezing to death," she points a finger towards you and you nod awkwardly. She mumbles something to herself as she stumbles out the door, "Nope, can't have that," she sniffs

Cordelia chuckles softly at her antics as she begins slowly dancing on her way back to the academy, swaying the shawl on her shoulders. Cordelia looks at her with so much love in her eyes. Although, there is a hint of... sadness, guilt?

You sniffle to yourself wiping your nose as you lift your head back up from your lap, staring blankly at the potion set in the corner of the room.

You hate her. You hate Misty. No. How can you hate her? She's such an angel. But Cordelia loves her. Then again, you kinda wish she were dead ...again. She's living your dream life. Your fantasy. Everything you've been dreaming and thinking about before she even showed up here.

You wish you were Misty.

You're completely distracted from your thoughts when you hear a soft knock on the door. Turning your head with a look of confusion you wipe your nose with your hand to see who it is. You can't see past the vines on the window to the door so you sigh, especially after hearing the door tap again. You open it more harsher than intended and your brows furrow as you see Cordelia standing there, glassy eyes, red nose, blushed cheeks.

"Why did you knock? Why didn't you just come in? Are you okay?" You didn't mean to bombard her with so many questions but she quickly pushes past you and that's when you notice a bottle of Tequila and two glasses in her hands.

"I knew you were in here and I didn't know if you wanted to be disturbed," she says softly, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

"You can always come to me..." you guide her to the couch and rub her arms soothingly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about," she smiles weakly, a fake laugh falling from her lips. You only continue to look at her in concern and that's when she turns her head, looking away from you and wipes her eye with her fingers before chuckling again, "God I haven't cried this much since... I don't even know when and I don't even know if I'm sad or... or happy,"

"Cordelia," you say, trying to focus her eyes on you, "What happened?"

"Misty's gone,"

"Gone where?"

"With fucking Stevie Nicks," she unscrews the cap of the Tequila bottle quickly, "Y'know there are set times that Stevie tours. Misty only goes with her when she tours. But on many more occasions has she 'Gone to Stevie' after we have an argument," she sighs, pouring the two glasses before handing one to you, "She... There are points in a relationship when one must give up,"

"I understand," you nod to the last statement, "What happened?"

"Just the usual." she rolls her eyes. "I can't give her... I can't... She," she stutters around her words before settling to drink from her glass, "I love all my girls. Each and every one of them. With Misty it was different," she explains and you listen carefully even though it's breaking your heart all over again, "I lost her right in front of me, she understood me in ways that not many people do. I love Misty, yes. But, my feelings never grew any stronger than... I'm not in love with her." she tips her head back drowning the rest of her tequila as you listen intently, "I confessed that to her a long time ago. But I felt too bad, because it was my fault she died. It is my fault if anything bad happens to any one of my girls but Misty couldn't be brought back. When she came back I just... felt obligated although I've always been very much in love with someone else,"

"But what was the argument today?"

She raises her eyebrows in a playful manner, "Life. What are future wishes are, what we don't want. She doesn't want kids. 'Gator snacks' she calls them. You know I've always wanted children. I got woefully offended.  She then started ranting about how god doesn't want two women to 'breed' as she so put it and so I snapped "Why are you with me!' Her answer was 'Because you're the only person on this planet who believed in me,' so I said 'Believed? Loads of people believe in you Misty! You can find real love, with someone who loves you very much,' I shouldnt have said that, 'Dont you? Or are you still inlove with her?' I didn't say anything, I didn't answer, I was too afraid to admit it, 'I shoulda killed her when i had the chance' were her words before she announced she was going to stevie. So yeah. The usual,"

"God, Cordelia I'm..." You're slightly confused though. Who were they talking about?

"Don't worry about it. I just.." her hand stretches forward as she fumbles with the sleeve of her sweater that you're wearing, "You still wear it?" she chuckles softly, a genuine smile creeping on her lips. You shy away and blush tremendously, "I still remember, the," she places her finger to her cheek as she looks up to think, "third of December, I gave you this sweater."

"Yes you did," you smile swatting her hand away as you quickly drink the drink before grabbing the blanket you knitted for Cordelia's birthday from the back of the couch. You're happy she feels a bit better after talking about what happened and that she's now talking about something else to take her mind off it.

"I said it looks better on you than it did me, and it's definitely still true," she smirks

"What? No!" you shy away again at her words, "You're beautiful, so beautiful," the drink is now getting to your head and you blush in embarrassment. "Only if you knew how much I liked you,"

"Hm?" She asks quickly not quite hearing you correctly, "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you shake your head watching as she swallows dryly before opening her mouth and hesitates to close it but before she does..

"I watch your eyes as she walks by, they swell up with tears like you want to cry. I can't help but think of why,"

"That rhymes," you giggle quietly and fall backwards so your head is resting on the back of the couch. "Your eyes are beautiful, brown, dark and romantic, I'm going down like the titanic,"

"Was that... that was... wow," she turns her head, grabbing her bottom lip with her teeth, "Impressive," she smiles "TikTok?"

"Hmm" you nod and she chuckles softly.

"Lips pink, gentle and charming and I'm going down like the titanic," she whispers moving closer to you you watch as her gaze flickers from your eyes down to your lips.

"That didn't rhyme," you chuckle, taking her hand. Your heart pounding in your chest as your own gaze flickers to her soft plump lips. Your chest heaves, so does hers and you both think of what to do. You take a shaky inhale as Cordelia leans in closer but you push her away

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not as half as pretty as Misty," Your cheeks redden, not just from the alcohol. Why the fuck did you blurt that out?

She huffs slightly, "I gave you my sweater" she says as if it's a valid reason and you shake your head in confusion furrowing your brows

"But we're not together, you're with Misty," you argue. She takes your hand in her own soft ones.

"Kiss me," you swear the world stopped. Everything around you frozen in time.

"What?" the word almost didn't come out properly, you can hear your heart pounding in your skull.

"Kiss me... I know what I'm asking" You lean forwards pressing her lips to yours and the world felt as if it stood still again. This moment was the one you've always been waiting for. With her.

"But... Misty..." you breathe as you break the kiss unwillingly, the blondes gaze never leaving yours.

She brings a loving hand to your cheek as she looks deeply into your eyes, "You're more than Misty."

[cabensonsgirly]