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iamnotoriginalphil · 3 months
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Sweet Girl (Billie Dean Howard x f!Reader)
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Synopsis: Meeting your mother's friend was the best day of your life.
Words: 6.9k
Warnings: Semi-choking, praise kink, smut, age gap, marking, alcohol consumption, swearing
“Hey, mom, I-”
You paused in the doorway. The blonde woman who looked up at you, hands curled around one of your mother’s mugs, steam wafting upwards, was most certainly not your mom. Her pink lips quirked up into a smile, eyes sweeping over your body before settling on your face again.
“You’re not my mom,” you said.
“I’m certainly not,” she replied.
You weren’t sure what else to say. She was still watching you, head tilted to one side, and you felt yourself tremble under her gaze. There was something about it that felt like a caress across your skin.
“Um, is my mom around? Only I’m pretty sure this is still her house. Unless she moved without telling me which I wouldn’t put past her,” you said.
“She’s upstairs,” she replied.
“Right.”
Your weight rocked forward before you fell back. Looking away, you were feeling something growing in your stomach, familiar and warm, making your fingers itch. You shoved your hands into your pockets. Her low chuckle was throaty, your eyes snapping up to her again.
The silk blouse she was wearing was open just one button too far, an enticing shadow making you want to lean forward and run your tongue between the valley of her breasts. She crossed one leg over the other, drawing your attention down to where her skirt fluttered around her calves. A hand tipped in pink acrylics began to drum over the tabletop, slow and deliberate. You felt breathless, standing under her gaze.
“Ah, darling, you’re here. Wonderful. Have you met Billie? You must have,” your mother said, coming down the stairs.
You dragged your eyes away from her guest, Billie, to look over to her. She was smiling at you, looking ready for brunch. In your jeans and t-shirt, you were definitely the most underdressed in the room.
“Why are you dressed like that?” your mother asked, sweeping past you to sit at the table with Billie.
“You asked me to come over. Is everything okay? What’s going on?” you asked.
“Darling, we’re going to brunch,” she replied.
“What? Mom, I have class in twenty minutes. I thought this was an emergency,” you said, your exasperation leaking through.
“Surely you can skip just this once,” your mother said, “you’re always too busy to see me anymore.”
“Mom,” you sighed.
“Billie was so looking forward to meeting you,” she said.
“Come on,” Billie said, leaning towards you, “live a little.”
“Fine,” you said, “fine, but you’re buying my meal. And drinks.”
“Whatever you say, darling,” she said.
Sitting in the back of your mother’s car as she drove, you did your best not to stare at the blonde head in front of you. Her eyes kept finding yours in the rear view mirror, sparkling brown, while she kept up with her conversation with your mother. You felt like a sullen teenager sitting there, silent and annoyed. The guilt churning in your stomach was an irritant, your mother knowing how to push your buttons.
The restaurant you were brought to was fancy, fancier than you would ever go to with your friends. From the way you were being looked at, you knew you weren’t dressed well enough for the place. You sat outside, across from Billie, your mother between the two of you. Your server poured iced water into the glasses before leaving the three of you, your quiet thanks the only one given.
“What are you studying?” Billie asked.
“Media and communication,” you replied, fiddling with your cloth napkin.
“A useless choice,” your mother scoffed, scanning over the menu, “I told her to choose something worthwhile. Like biology or accounting.”
“I want to make documentaries,” you said, ignoring your mother completely.
“Well, that sounds wonderful,” Billie said.
“Don’t indulge her,” your mother said.
“Mom, we’ve talked about this,” you sighed.
“You’re so smart, darling. You could do more with your life than making silly movies about things people don’t care about,” she said, placing her menu down.
You gave a cursory glance over yours, not wanting to answer her. You’d had that very same argument time and time again, there was no point trying again. She had her opinion and there was no changing it in your experience.
“Perhaps I could put you in contact with some documentarians,” Billie said before your mother could go into it again, “or if you’d like work experience my show is always looking for interns.”
“Show?”
“Darling, you know Billie. There’s no point feigning ignorance,” your mother sighed.
“Billie Dean Howard,” she said, extending her hand over the table, “medium to the stars.”
You shook her hand, the brush of her skin over yours bringing heat to your cheeks. She was giving you a small smile, chin tilted down, her eyes sparkling with interest. Your breath caught, tongue darting out to wet your lips. Her gaze dipped down to your lips, making heat bloom in your stomach.
“You know her,” your mother was saying, not noticing of the moment you were having, “I’m sure you’ve seen her show. It’s always on.”
“Mom, I don’t… own a TV,” you said, breaking the moment, turning away from Billie and the gravity you felt begging you to fall into her.
“You don’t?” Billie asked.
You turned to look at her, finding her resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Your breath caught again, the way she was looking at you was like you were the most interesting thing she could imagine. You weren’t used to being looked at that way.
“May I take your orders?”
You startled, not having noticed the waiter approaching. A curse slipped over your lips, Billie’s throaty chuckle only bringing more heat to your cheeks. You muttered your order, passing over the menu.
“And a round of mimosas,” your mother said.
You opened your mouth to argue but then shut it again. Billie caught your eye, giving you an amused smile. Butterflies burst in your stomach. You looked down to your lap, not needing this while also dealing with your mother. Why did your mother have to have such a beautiful friend?
You listened as they talked, staying silent. Billie kept catching your eye across the table, a twist of her lips and wandering gaze making you wonder if this wasn’t some kind of torture. Your mother seemed none the wiser of your crisis, but the blonde was watching you as you did your best not to wonder what her fingers would feel like trailing along your skin as they circled the rim of her mimosa.
You downed yours in your attempt to keep yourself from groaning when her tongue darted out, chasing a drop of orange juice at the corner of her lips.
Your French toast was placed down in front of you, the mimosa replaced without being asked. Digging in, you watched Billie salt her eggs Benedict. Your mother wrinkled her nose at you.
“Darling, at some point you’ll have to raise your palette to something more adult,” she said.
“You know I have a sweet tooth,” you mumbled.
“It’s hard to resist something so sweet, isn’t it, sweet girl?” Billie said and you thought you had to be reading too much into her words.
There was no way she’d blatantly flirt with you in front of your mom. Would she? Maybe she would. You didn’t know her at all.
You wanted to though.
As you went to take a sip from your replenished mimosa, you felt a foot graze along yours. You spluttered, dribbling some of the cocktail down your chin. You wiped it away, ignoring your mother’s admonishment to glare across the table. Billie had her lips pressed together, suppressing laughter as she peered back at you, eyes twinkling.
Her foot was slow to glide up your leg, taking her time as you felt yourself become more unhinged. Swiping up some of the sauce on her plate, her tongue licked along her fingers before she sucked it into her mouth, cheeks hollowing, dark eyes keeping your attention hostage. Your mother was still speaking, but it was on the periphery of your senses, your entire being focused on the feeling of her foot brushing your leg, her tongue flicking over her skin, her eyes boring into yours.
Her small smirk told you she knew exactly what she was doing to you.
“I should go,” you said, abruptly standing.
“So soon?” Billie asked.
“I have class,” you muttered, “I’ll text you later, mom.”
You fled from your brunch, heart racing and skin tingling. Dark eyes haunted you on your trek to college and you found yourself wondering what pink lips would taste like. You were stuck contemplating the entire experience instead of listening to your classes, not willing to admit how much you wanted her.
Later, at home, you watched clips of her show on YouTube, one hand in your underwear, imagining it was hers.
A week later, against your better judgement, you agreed to join your friends at one of the bougie bars that you knew was overpriced but catered to a certain clientele. Growing up with a relatively rich crowd, you still felt out of place, even with your mother’s money. It had always settled around you like an uncomfortable skin. But every now and then, you joined your childhood friends for a night out.
This time you did not come underdressed. Your dress was nice and your hair was styled. You’d even put on some makeup. You had heels on. No one could suggest you hadn’t dressed up for your night out.
The lighting was dim, making the atmosphere feel intimate. It was the kind of place you’d bring a date, if you wanted to show off the way your father tried to buy your love by filling your bank account.
Your friends claimed one of the tables, plush leather seats cushioning your body. A bottle of champagne was bought for the table, starting off your night. You kept relatively quiet, listening to what your friends had been up to, not wanting to admit that you were still pursuing a college education in something not business adjacent. You’d heard every joke under the sun from them when you’d first started. Mostly about how you were going to be a homeless bum by the time you were thirty.
A large group came in somewhere between the third and fourth round of drinks. You kept your head bent, not caring, only concerned for the noise that would come from them. There was a part of you considering going home, not sure you should have said yes to coming out with your friends. You were getting pleasantly buzzed, but you were tired and looking to curl up in bed with your laptop and thoughts of dark eyes and pink nails.
Noticing your drink was empty, you got to your feet, wandering up to the bar. You hoisted yourself into one of the seats, one leg crossing over the other, the hem of your skirt riding up as you lent forward.
“Hello, sweet girl,” a warm voice purred in your ear.
You startled, turning your head to look over your shoulder. Blonde curls resting against her shoulder, lips pulling up into a wicked smile, dark eyes glittering, Billie Dean Howard looked as if she’d stepped right out of your fantasies. You could feel your eyes widening as you watched her take the seat beside you, long fingers tapping on the top of the bar, pink acrylics making a pleasing noise where they connected with wood.
“What are you doing here, sweet girl?” she asked, “I wouldn’t think this was your kind of a place.”
“My friends,” you gestured somewhere behind you, “they uh… this is their kind of place.”
She didn’t even bother glancing at your group. Her eyes had settled on you and you weren’t sure they would be moving any time soon. The barman arrived and she didn’t even bother looking to him, ordering for both you and herself. Your heart fluttered. She oozed confidence, as if there was no doubt in your mind that she was charming you.
She was.
A green cocktail was placed down in front of you, the gin and tonic she’d ordered far simpler than your drink. She waited for you to try it before she sipped from her own drink, humming low in her throat. You shuddered, sweetness bursting on your tongue from the sugar rim on the glass. You licked some away, watching the way her eyes darkened as she watched your tongue drag along the glass.
“Are you enjoying it, sweet girl?” she asked.
You nodded, “thank you. You didn’t have to.”
“Let me spoil you,” she said, hand landing on your leg.
Her thumb brushed the inside of your thigh, your skin almost electrified under her touch. She lent towards you, her nails digging in just enough to feel the sting. Heat coursed through your veins. You found yourself leaning towards her too, not able to stop yourself.
“Would you like to be spoiled, sweet girl?” she asked in almost a whisper.
Your mouth turned dry, knowing you definitely weren’t reading too much into her words now. Her eyes drifted down, lingering on your cleavage, shown to great effect in your dress. Her hand shifted up, just an inch, making you shiver.
“Well?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yes please,” you breathed.
Any reason to say no was gone from your head. That fact she was friends with your mom didn’t even register. All you could focus on was the heat pooling in your stomach and the brush of her thumb over the vulnerable skin of your inner thigh. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, her eyes finding it, focusing as she lent forward even closer, breath ghosting over your skin.
“Hey, who’s this?”
An arm was slung around your shoulders, your friend, Rachel, leaning against you. Billie lent back, hand slipping to rest on your knee. You had to press your lips together to keep your whimper inside, not able to live down the thought of your friend hearing you.
“This is Billie, she’s uh… she’s a friend of mom’s,” you replied.
“Wait, shit, I know you. You’re that psychic off the tv,” Rachel said.
“Medium,” she replied, voice much colder than when it had been directed at you.
“You talk to ghosts and shit,” she said, voice loud from right beside your ear.
“I do,” she replied, tilting her chin up, looking down her nose at your friend.
“That’s crazy,” she said, “you actually think you’re talking to ghosts?”
“I am actually talking to ghosts,” she replied, sounding icier than you’d ever heard her.
“Crazy,” she said again, awed by her supposed insanity.
“Well, it was lovely seeing you,” she said to you.
She rose from the stool she’d been sitting in, leaving your heart thumping wildly. She gave you one lingering look before leaving you be with Rachel. Your friend swooped in, stealing her seat, leaning towards you with her forearms resting on the bar.
“Were you trying to go home with her?” she asked.
“What?” you laughed.
“Celebrity fucking. Are you in on it? Because if you are I think Matthew is winning on that front. He got a Kardashian,” she said, “but hey, I get it. You have to start somewhere. Work up to the big guns.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, indignation beginning to rise.
“Start with some insignificant woman with a show before you move on to the hot ones. She’ll be easy, I bet. Probably a good ego boost to have someone so young pursuing her. I doubt she’s fucked anyone in ages,” she said before clicking to get the barman’s attention.
“I’m gonna…” You didn’t bother finishing your sentence before you walked off, leaving her to order more drinks.
Outside, you found her again, leaning against the wall, cigarette between fingers, smoke curling out of her mouth. You watched her for a moment, letting your eyes linger on the way her lips pursed, the clinging silk blouse, the long fingers brought to her mouth then away again.
“You’re staring,” she said.
“You’re beautiful,” you replied, then immediately worried you’d been too bold.
She turned to look at you, looking less than impressed at your answer. You clasped your hands together behind your back, not wanting her to see you fidgeting. You swallowed past the lump in your throat.
“I’m sorry about her,” you said, “I don’t think you’re crazy.”
“Many do,” she said.
“Billie,” you breathed out, stepping closer to her until the scent of her cigarette wrapped around you, “I don’t. I think there’s plenty out there we can’t explain and who am I to say if ghosts exist. What I do know is that I’ve been thinking about you since we met.”
She softened, turning her body towards you. You reached out, fingers brushing over the back of her hand. She stubbed her cigarette out on the wall, dropping it into the bin just behind you. In one motion, she curled her arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your body brushed against hers.
“And what have you been thinking when you think about me?” she asked.
“About how you taste,” you groaned.
She grasped your chin, acrylics digging in to the skin of your cheeks. She pulled you forward, breath ghosting over your lips. You finally let yourself whimper. Her smile stretched.
“How can I deny you, sweet girl?” she murmured.
Her lips brushed against yours, tantalising, almost teasing, barely there but making your heart pound and your knees grow weak. Your hands slid along her hips, wanting to pull her closer, wanting to feel her body against yours. She drew back, her hand still holding your chin, keeping you from leaning towards her again.
“How was that?” she asked.
You shook your head, trying to dip back in. She held you tight enough to make you whine, refusing to give you what you wanted.
“Use your words, sweet girl,” she said.
“More,” you whined, “I want more.”
The door to the bar opened, the chatter from inside leaking out. She looked over your shoulder at the couple leaving, a blank mask falling over her face. Dragging her eyes back to you, she softened again.
“Let me take you home, sweet girl,” she said, “say I can have you for the rest of the night.”
“Yeah,” you sighed, “you can have me as long as you want.”
“Careful or I might just end up keeping your forever,” she warned.
You were finding it hard to see that as a bad thing.
She called for a car, keeping one hand on your body, thumb stroking over skin until you were a trembling mess. In the back seat of the car, her hand was slow as it slid up your thigh, keeping up a conversation with the driver, practically ignoring you. You were biting down on your lip, trying to keep silent. Her eyes flashed over to you, glittering when she noticed your struggle. Her thumb passed so close to your heat if you’d shifted your hips just an inch, she could have been touching your panty covered core. Even with the material in the way, you were sure she’d be able to feel how wet you were.
The car pulled up outside a nice home, two stories and large enough for a family to live in. Billie held the door open for you to slide out, her hand settling on the small of your back, leading you up the porch. She pushed the door open, waiting for you to step inside.
“Would you like a drink, sweet girl?” she asked, closing the door.
You’d been expecting her to be on you the moment the door was closed, but instead all she did was trail her fingers along your shoulders before leaving you be. You followed behind, disappoint curling in your gut. Your eyes drifted down to her swaying hips, skirt only accentuating her figure.
She flicked on the light in her kitchen, a wide wall of windows staring back. You followed, not sure what else to do. Reaching above her head, she pulled down a wine glass, only one, before turning back towards you. Her eyes swept over you, from head to toe, smile curling up one corner of her lips.
“You didn’t answer,” she said.
“No.” You shook your head, “I think if I have any more you’ll be taking advantage of me.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” she replied.
She poured herself a glass of white wine, pulled straight from her fridge. She took a sip from it, watching you as she did. Her tongue dragged along her lower lip, catching a drop of stray wine. You made a small noise, her smirk only growing.
“Billie,” you whined, your self respect long since gone. All you wanted was her hands on your bare skin, not this waiting game she was forcing you to play.
“Yes, sweet girl?” she asked.
“Please,” you begged, “I need you.”
“Do you?” She raised an eyebrow at you.
“Yes.”
She placed her glass of wine down before taking a step towards you. With strong hands, she lifted you onto the counter, stepped between your parted legs. Her hands were sliding up the skin of your thigh, making you shiver.
“How’s this?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” you replied, beyond words just from her touch.
Her nose skimmed along your jaw, making your breath hitch. Your legs tightened around her, pinning her there as you whimpered. Her lips were soft as they pressed to your skin, head falling back to give her more access. Her tongue flicked out, tasting you with a soft hum. Your fingers clenched around the edge of the marble countertop, breath already ragged.
Her nails scraped along your skin, pushing up underneath your dress. You would have torn it from your body if she asked, uncaring of anything but giving her more access to you. Her teeth scraped along your skin before sinking in just enough for the sting to be pleasurable. Tongue swiping over it, you could feel her smile against your throat at the strangled noise you made. The way she sucked on your pulse point had your head growing fuzzy.
Your hands found their home on her shoulders, fingers curling as you tried to haul her closer. The throbbing between your legs was insistent but ignored by her. You wanted to reel her in, press against her, rub yourself against her like an animal. Her nails were scraping along your skin, drawing patterns on your skin in a way that had you shivering.
“Billie,” you gasped out, “please.”
“Sorry, sweet girl,” she murmured against your skin, “I can’t get enough of your taste.”
Her tongue swirled again, her soft sigh making you burn. Your fingers curled in her hair, tugging until you were leaning towards her, breath ghosting over her skin. She looked up from under eyelashes, coquettish and innocent, undone by the twist of her lips.
You kissed her, no longer just a brush of lips, all innocence gone. You groaned into her mouth, fingers tightening on blonde curls, tongue licking into her mouth. She allowed you, nails digging into your skin as you did your best to taste her, to explore, to delve deeper until you couldn’t remember what it was to not be kissing her. The taste of wine and cigarettes lingered on her tongue, something sweeter and deeper underneath.
You moaned, chasing her taste, wanting to burn it into your brain until nothing else remained. She was forcing your legs further apart, fingers on your inner thighs, stroking closer and closer to your heated core. She chuckled into your mouth when you whined, hips shifting, trying to urge her on.
Desperate lips trailed down your neck again, nipping at skin. Your fingers, still buried in her hair, clenched, pressing her closer, your pleas ignored as she took her time. Her teeth sunk in as her index finger ghosted over your centre. The noise that came from you had your cheeks heating before your embarrassment was washed away by the need for her touch.
Her finger stroked over you again, still over the top of your underwear. She was sucking another bruise onto your skin, her teeth and her tongue only making you desperate for more. Her finger pressed down, finding your clit through your panties. Her name was a strangled noise, back arching towards her.
“You’re so wet, sweet girl,” she said, “god, you’ve soaked right through.”
You whimpered as she continued to circle it, tortuously slow. She pulled back, eyes sweeping over your face, watching you. Her other hand slipped from under your dress, soft as it drifted up your body. You arched into her touch when she found your breast, begging her for more. She ignored you, hand continuing up until fingers rested on your throat, thumb stroking over the point she’d been sucking on before.
“Do you know how pretty you are?” she asked you, those dark eyes smouldering up at you, “you make such lovely noises for me.”
“Billie,” you whimpered, “Billie please.”
“I like when you beg, sweet girl,” she said, “do it again.”
“Please,” you whined.
“Good girl.”
That only made you tremble, heat coursing through you. From her delighted smile, she seemed to realise the effect her words had on you. Her fingers pushed aside your underwear, fingers swiping through your folds. The sound that came from you was high pitched, hips bucking up against her touch.
The hand around your throat tightened, for just a moment, long enough to make fire burn through you. She tugged you forward, kissing you, teeth sinking into your lower lip. You were aching for her, needing her more than you’d needed anyone before.
Fingers were slow to circle your clit, as if testing how far she could push you before she drove you insane. She drew back, watching you as your chest heaved, skin heating, eyes begging her for more. Lips pulled up into a smirk, the older woman slowing her movements until you felt tears prick in your eyes.
“You’re so pretty for me,” she said, “look how responsive you are. Such a good girl.”
“Billie,” you whined.
“I could watch you like this for hours,” she said.
“Please,” you begged, “please, Billie, I need-“
Her thumb ground against your clit, your words breaking off into a strangled moan. Her delight was enough to let you know you would be given no easy release. You tugged on her hair.
“Do you enjoy that, sweet girl?” she asked, so innocent, as if she wasn’t watching you fall apart in front of her.
Her thumb slipped from your clit, leaving you with the slow circling again, tortuous and maddening. You let out a shaky breath, fingers tightening in her blonde curls.
“I bet you taste sweet,” she murmured, “will you let me taste you, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” you babbled, “please. Oh god, please, Billie. I need you.”
Her hand slipped from your throbbing cunt, making you whine in protest. The hand resting around your throat slid down. Both tugged on the hem of your dress, dragging it up your body. You let her pull it from your body, flinging it aside as her eyes roved over your bare skin and lacy lingerie.
“Who did you wear these pretty things for, sweet girl?” she asked, finger running along the lace of your bra, “was there someone you were hoping would see these?”
“No,” you replied, feeling breathless.
“Don’t lie to me, sweet girl,” she warned.
Her dark eyes met yours and you could see it, swimming in her eyes, no matter how she was trying to hide it. The jealousy. The anger. The thought you’d dressed up for anyone but her. A sense of power flooded your body. To have such an effect on her, to make her feel that way, it was mind blowing for you.
“No one but you,” you said, tugging her closer, “I’ve been thinking of no one else since I met you.”
“You say such lovely things,” she said.
Her hands cupped your breasts, thumbs swiping over your nipples. Your breath stuttered and she lent down, lips ghosting along your skin. Her tongue dipped into the divot between your collarbones, stealing both your breath and your sanity. You moaned her name, arching towards her mouth.
Sliding her hands around your ribs, she unhooked your bra. Her lips continued down before wrapping around one nipple. Your mouth fell open around a silent moan. She wasn’t soft, her sharp suck making you tighten your fingers in her hair. Her tongue flicked over it, making you arch into her, asking for more.
Her nails scraped over your skin, down over your ribs, past the dip of your waist, over the curve of your hips. They hooked into your underwear, pulling them off you. Down your legs and flung aside, you did your best to help her, wanting that tongue where your throbbing heat was.
Lips trailed down your body, leaving your nipples behind despite your whimper. She took her time, lingering on every inch of skin she found. Her tongue would smooth over where her teeth scraped, heat following in her wake. You sighed at the first swipe of it through your folds. Your head fell back, fingers tightening in her hair. She hummed, pressing closer, tongue teasing your entrance.
She wrapped her lips around your clit, tongue flicking over it, then again when you moaned her name. It wasn’t going to take much, not from the way she’d been teasing you all night. And not from the way you’d been fantasising about her all week. The reality was much better than you could have imagined.
And in your imagination she’d been spectacular.
You gasped her name when she began to suck on your bundle of nerves, her hands pushing your legs even further apart. Spread out on her kitchen counter, face buried between your legs, feasting on you, it was as if all your dreams were coming true. She moaned, the vibrations rocketing through your body. Her name was a prayer on your lips and felt yourself coming apart. Her dark eyes looked up your body, catching yours and the way she was watching was like you were fulfilling all of her fantasies too.
The flat of her tongue pressed against your clit. You were writhing under her touch, begging her for release. Her fingers tightened on your thighs until you were sure she’d be leaving bruises for you to find the next day. She moaned again and it was enough.
If you were asked about it, you wouldn’t say you screamed her name, fingers tightening in her hair until you were pulling it. But you did. And she looked like the cat that got the cream because of it.
She cleaned you up with her tongue before she lent back, staring up at you, lips smirking. You pulled her up, kissing her with the kind of abandon you hadn’t let yourself have earlier. She chuckled into your mouth until your legs were tightening around her and your hands were sliding down her body and she began to moan.
“I want to touch you,” you murmured into her mouth, “please let me touch you.”
“I really can’t deny you anything,” she replied, pulling back, “perhaps somewhere comfortable though? I don’t bounce back like I once did.”
Her hand slipped into yours, helping you off the counter. Her eyes trailed over your body for a moment, appreciation filling her face as she took her time studying you. You flushed under her gaze, surprised by how much you liked her looking at you. Where usually you didn’t languish in nudity, the way she was staring made you feel powerful, desirable, stupidly sexy.
She led you further into the house, up the stairs, into a plush bedroom. The carpet underfoot was soft and the bed was huge. She sat on the edge of it, pulling you forward until you were stood between her legs. Leaning down, you threaded your fingers through her hair again, tilting her head up and kissing her until you felt her begin to relax.
You climbed onto her lap, knees either side of her hips. She hummed into your mouth, fingers trailing over your skin until the fire within you reignited. You pushed her back, feeling more than hearing the way she laughed against your lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, drawing back to look down at her.
Her eyes brightened and there was a faint flush on her cheeks. Your fingers were careful as you began to unbutton her blouse, exposing tantalising inches of skin to your hungry gaze. Your tongue dragged along your bottom lip as you watched the silk slip from her shoulders. She pulled you down into another kiss, hot and insistent.
Your hands were gentle, fingertips trailing along her skin. It was so soft, and it only made you want more of her. With your tongue in her mouth, you reached behind her, unclasping the bra, pulling it from her body. You trailed your lips down, taking your time to worship every inch you came into contact with. Her fingers found their way into your hair, pressing you closer. You slid down her body, needing a better angle if you were to make her moan your name.
Your tongue tasted her skin, swirling over a nipple, smiling when you felt her arch up towards you. She murmured praise, practically a sigh. Your hands reached for her skirt, slow to unzip it and push it over her hips. She kicked it away before your hand ran up the outside of her thigh. You could feel her warmth practically radiating towards you.
“I can’t get enough of you,” you murmured into her skin.
“You feel so good, sweet girl,” she gasped when your lips made contact with her again.
You pushed her panties aside, slow to touch her, wanting to draw it out as long as possible. If you gave in too quickly you’d take too much. You wanted her falling apart, the way you had, until your name was burned on her tongue.
You collected her wetness, running a finger through her folds. Her breathing stuttered, chest heaving against your mouth. You circled her clit, slow as you lent back, watching her face contort in pleasure. Her lips were smiling, eyes fluttering shut. Your hand slipped down again, finger hovering at her entrance. She looked up at you again.
“Can I?” you asked.
“If you don’t, I’ll be sorely disappointed,” she replied, voice husky.
You smiled down at her, spread out beneath you. With strong hand you tore her underwear off, biting down on her pulse point. Your fingers found her entrance again, lingering just a moment before you pushed in, her arousal making it easier than you would have thought. A soft sigh fell through parted lips and her eyelids fluttered shut again.
Slowly pumping in and out of her you waited until her annoyed gaze found you again. You grinned, pressing a second finger in. You curled them and your name was nothing but a filthy moan on her lips.
You stroked her, thumb finding her clit again. She was writing under your touch, hips rocking against your hand, small noises coming from her. Her hands were fisting her comforter and there was a flush over her chest.
You watched her fall apart beneath you. Her internal walls clamped down on your fingers, your name a breathless sigh, fingers tightening, body going still. You eased her through it, drawing it out as long as you could. Her muscles relaxed, looking up at you with a sleepy smile. You removed your hands from between her legs, tongue lapping at your fingers, tasting her on your skin.
Her eyes began to smoulder, looking up at you. With grasping hands she pulled you down, unbalancing you until both your hands landed either side of her head, catching your weight before you crushed her. She drew you down into a kiss, stealing your breath, sending your head reeling all over again.
“You’re a dream, sweet girl,” she murmured against your lips, “I’m never letting you go.”
You kissed her again before rolling off her, sitting on her plush comforter. Her fingers trailed up your bare thigh, making you shiver under her touch.
“Are you tired?” she asked, voice low, like a whisper caressing over your skin.
“No,” you replied.
“Then let me wear you out, sweet girl.”
When you woke in the morning, the bed was empty, still warm under your touch and more comfortable than the twin bed you’d been sleeping in for the last few months. You sat up, stretching your aching body before brushing the sleep from your eyes. The slant of light said it was late morning. Unsurprising, given Billie had kept you up until the early hours of the morning. The scent of coffee was on the air and you smiled, hearing someone moving downside.
You hunted through the room, finding a soft cashmere sweater. Pulling it on, it hit mid thigh, just enough to cover you but not enough to not be tempting to the insatiable woman. On bare feet you padded down the stairs. Rounding the banister, following your nose, you practically skipped into the kitchen.
You stumbled to a halt, finding a familiar face staring back at you, eyes widening in surprise. Billie turned in her seat, lips quirking up into a smile as her eyes swept over your body.
“Mom?”
You felt your face heat up, taking a step back. She was sitting at the kitchen island, the exact island you’d been sitting on, naked, just a few hours before.
“Darling, what are you doing here?” she asked, “did you spend the night here?”
“Uh…” You looked to Billie, not sure how to answer, “yeah I did.”
“I hope you didn’t bother Billie. She was meant to meet me this morning but when she didn’t show up I had to come hunt her down,” she said.
“She was no bother,” Billie replied, smiling at you over the rim of her coffee cup.
“I thought I was interrupting you after a wild night of passion,” your mother laughed, “with all those clothes scattered around your kitchen.”
“I should… go,” you said, not wanting to think about Billie telling your mother about your night with her.
Only your clothes were bundled up on the counter and you had no way of getting them without making it clear Billie’s night of passion had included you.
“You didn’t interrupt them, did you darling?” she asked, a tinkling laugh tacked on to the end.
“Hardly,” Billie replied.
Your mother was smiling at you and you were frozen and Billie was being no help. You stared helplessly back before your mother’s eyes darted to Billie then the pile of clothes then back to you. You held your breath.
“Darling, you didn’t,” she sighed.
“I… It wasn’t…” You didn’t know how to even begin to end those sentences.
“It appears as if we’ve been busted,” Billie said.
She stood from her barstool, sauntering towards you. Looping an arm around your waist, she pulled you into her body, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. It was so tender, nothing like the seduction you’d experienced the night before. Still, you shivered, her touch enough to set you off.
“If you were jealous of me having a friend there were more productive ways of going about getting my attention,” your mother said, interrupting your moment.
“What?” You looked over to her.
“We could have just had a conversation, darling,” she said.
“You think I…” It was hard to wrap your head around, “do you seriously think I slept with Billie to get your attention?”
“What other possible reason could you have?” she asked.
You felt Billie stiffen against you. You curled your arm around her, wanting to shield her from your mother’s accusations. Glaring at her, you hardened.
“Maybe because I wanted to. God, Mom, not everything is about you,” you said.
“Alright, I’ll play along with your little fantasy,” she said, giving you one of those indulgent smiles you remembered from childhood, “but darling, until you choose to grow up and act like an adult, not everyone is going to be so forgiving.”
“I think you should go,” you said, voice hardening.
“Why on earth would I do that, darling?” she asked.
“Because I’m hoping Billie will fuck me over the top of that counter your sitting at and it’ll be a little awkward if you’re still here when she does,” you replied.
Your mother’s face blanched of colour and she was quick to climb to her feet, muttering something about another meeting she had to get to as she hustled out of there. Billie didn’t bother saying anything, only watching her leave as you kept her close to you. The door slammed behind her retreating back.
“You didn’t have to do that for me,” she murmured.
“Do what?” you asked, looking down at her, “I’m free all day and would quite like it if you fucked me on every available surface in this house.”
She kissed you, long and deep, laughing into your mouth. You pulled her closer, your hands finding her hips as you guided her into the kitchen, pressing her against the kitchen island.
“If you do, I’ll return the favour,” you said.
“You don’t have to convince me,” she murmured, “I’d do anything you asked of me, sweet girl.”
And so she did.
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stayevildarling · 2 years
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Billie Dean Howard x Reader - Until I found you
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word count: 3.8k
warnings: fluff
Prompt: You never really believed in true love or love at first sight, that's until she walked into your life, or rather your workplace. You never believed in any of the big romantic gestures or things as portrayed in books, television and social media, that's until you found her.
A/N: Hi there! It's been a while but I had this idea the other day while I was at work. Hope everyone is doing good. This fic and the title are inspired by the song ''Until I found you'' by Stephen Sanchez
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It was a typical morning in spring, the cold and dark from winter finally lifted, as well as people's mood as the sun and blooming of flowers and trees, reflected in their moods, the way they would great you or enter your workplace. Usually, people don't tend to pay too much attention to other people's moods or emotions, especially from complete strangers.
To you however, it mattered. You wanted to be able to read each customers mood as they entered the boba shop, you had been working at, for quite some time. It meant sometimes they needed a little extra kindness, a brighter smile when passing or taking their orders or some extra boba or toppings added into their drinks. This was just a part- time job to you at first, you didn't plan on doing this for a long time, you wanted something to distract you from your studies and actual job and to also of course earn some extra money. Back then you never realized you ended up enjoying it more than your actual career path and that it had a postive effect on your mental health and mood.
You had always been passionate, having no experience at first working with customers, although you adapted quickly, eventually learning the entire menu and not having to look at instructions whenever preparing a drink. You also got used to the regular customers, the guy in his twenties always coming in, in the afternoon ordering the same drink and sandwich, or the group of teenagers ordering some of the special drinks after school.
This morning something felt off, you couldn't quite wrap your head around it though and with each minute passing and more people walking into the shop to get their usual drink or food item of their choice before work, you tried to go over your little ''to-do'' list that your brain had memorized at this point. Almost at the bottom of your mental list you suddenly remember ''prepare usual order for usual lady in suit''.
That's when something occured to you, you did make the drinks for the same woman that has been coming in for over a year, always wearing a fancy suit or dress, wearing a handbag filled with documents and her phone always ready, mostly on the phone to who you assume to be her boss as she grabs the same drinks, sometimes struggling to carry them all. You eventually figured she was a regular so in the quiet hour before the rush, you prepared her drinks, put them all in cup holders and then into a bag, which was greatly appreciated by the occupied woman, always seeming to be in a rush.
She had been in every single day, apart from weekends (which only confirmed your theory about her working for someone and being their assistant) for over a year. No matter the cold winter days where little droplets of rain turned into beautiful flakes of snow. Or the really hot days when the heat made everyone a little crazy and coping a little harder. So it surprised you when you turned towards the counter today and saw the drinks still there, way past her usual time. You decide to put them in the fridge, figuring maybe she will come in later today.
However she never showed, it wasn't a big thing as you eventually just enjoyed the drinks with your coworker, questioning this choice of drink a little as you never had tried a matcha latte with chia seeds before and you still thought it was very odd and specific, but you also had been curious ever since she first ordered it. During the day your mind sometimes slips to the woman and you question whether she was okay, maybe she had changed positions and you would never get to see her again. As the day comes to an end, the mysterious assistant slips your mind again and you get back into your routine of cleaning and finishing up, before being able to go home and take an extra long walk back to the train station to enjoy the trees and first flowers of the year blossoming.
It took about four days, days of being away for your other job, days of betting with your coworkers on where the regular went, until today when you suddenly recieved a very interesting order. You are standing by the bar area within the boba shop, preparing the previous order and absent mindedly listening to your boss taking the next order, already thinking ahead whether you need to do anything special with the next few cups you picked up. ''Hi there, what can I get you?'' you hear your boss saying. A woman, you guess must be middled aged starts naming a list of drinks and this wasn't unusual to you until you heard the last drink ''And a tall iced matcha latte with chia seeds please''.
As you turn around with the drinks prepared before and calling the previous customers number, smiling at them as you pass them their drinks, you inspect this woman. Now this was definitely not the regular but she just ordered the exact drinks, in the exact same sizes and added toppings. This can't be a coincidence so as you pick up the cups for her order, you take a moment to inspect this woman. She is tall, blonde curly hair and dressed in a very expensive looking flannel shirt, her white pearl necklaces adding a little sparkle to her outfit. You smile, happy that you finally figured out the story of your regular, clearly this must be the lady she was working for.
However, busy with preparing the drinks and trying to make it right, trying to prepare them the best way you can, putting them inside cup holders as you finish them and wrapping them securely in a bag, you fail to realize that your coworkers over at the food stall are staring at the woman who had entered a few moments ago. ''Number 306 please'' you say and smile as the woman comes over. She looks at you a second and it feels as if her brown eyes are piercing right into your soul, inspecting your outfit carefully, which consist of your work t-shirt with the logo of the boba shop you work for, an apron and a name tag.
''Thank you Darling'' she smiles and nods in approval of the bag and the way you secured the drinks. ''Here you go'' she whispers and winks as she hands you a few notes. You nod gratefully and thank her before putting the money into the shared tip jar. As you watch her leave you carry on with your work but your coworkers are still distracted with their whispering. A few moments later the first rush has passed, people satisfied with their drinks and getting on with their mornings. One of your coworkers approach, giving you the little sign, whether you want to join her for a cigarette break. Of course you agree, quickly letting your boss and non-smoking coworkers know so they can take over for you.
''Do you know who just entered?'' your coworker, named Abby asks. ''Yes, so I figured this must be the person our regular works for'' you say while lighting your cigarette. For a second she looks at you baffled, giving you her usual ''What the hell Y/N'' reaction. ''No silly, this was Billie Dean Howard''. A few moments pass and as Abby realizes you have no clue what she is talking about she adds ''THE Billie Dean Howard, Medium to the stars.. REALLY?!''. She shakes her head in defeat, knowing you aren't one to catch up with the tv a lot but she at least hoped you had heard of her. ''I'm sorry'' you shrug and apologize and while listening to Abby about her show and the things she does and has accomplished, your mind slips to the blonde woman again whos name you now know is Billie Dean Howard.
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For about a week the woman with blonde slightly curled but perfectly styled hair and manicured nails walked into the boba shop herself, after two days you had the orders ready just a few minutes before she came in, as she also showed at the same times. You started paying attention to her a little more, the small details like her smile. You could tell when it was forced, someone recognising her within the shop or a polite one. But you also realized the genuine ones, like the time she realized you had her orders ready. She thanked you through her genuine smile, knowing you must have made her day a lot easier but it also reflecting in her tips. You could tell she was a generous person but also a very interesting person.
It made you a little sad when the following week, the blonde woman was replaced with your usual regular, assuming that her assistant must be back now. You missed seeing the medium every morning (whos tv show you might have started watching after the time Abby told you who she was-and possibly starting to binge watch it as well). You thought this was it and that you aren't gonna see her again, however the medium and universe had other plans. It wasn't just you finding the medium interesting, it was the other way around as well. Billie was used to people recognizing her but she could tell that you didn't. She liked the change, that your kindness was genuine and had nothing to do with her fame or the fact she tips well. And so Billie had already made the plan to see you again or schedule a lunch date with herself for one of her afternoon offs as she called it.
It was a normal shift today, busy as usual, your days spent with preparing drinks and ocassionally going for a cigarette break whenever you had the chance. As you head outside, you just miss the presence of the medium filling your work . Her perfume lingering in the air and her presence causing for some heads to turn. Billie was used to this attention, the ocassional people smiling at her or some fans even stopping her and asking questions like for an autograph or a photo.
As the medium takes a look around the shop, she feels a little pinch of disappointment as a little part of her had hoped that you would be there. The barista with the pretty hair, interesting tattoos and that adorable little green apron. She internally shakes her head, reminding herself that she is only here for the food and drink for her lunch break. She approches the register, where Abby can‘t hold back a little smile, feeling special that a celebrity would choose this place.
„Can I have a large salted caramel milk tea with the brown pearls-„ Billie starts as Abby types in her order. „And a greek salad please“. Abby nods before asking „To go?“ but Billie shakes her head and tells her she will eat it outside at one of the tables. As Abby takes her money, Billie of course not wanting the change, always tipping well, the medium steps a little closer. „Is the one with the tattoos working today, a little shorter and y/hc hair?“. Abby smiles and nods explaining you are on a short break but you are here today.
As Billie steps outside, sitting down at one of the tables, she feels a little buzz of excitement. A few moments later, you head back inside, missing the medium once again as she is now sitting outside, scrolling on her phone. Abby smirks and hands you a note „Order from a little fan of yours“ and you look at her a bit puzzled. „Billie Dean Howard“ she explains and you can‘t help but hold in a little smile as you realize the order isn‘t to go.
You hurry up, put some gloves on and prepare her salad and drink. Never before have you put so much effort into an order, making the cup look special with drizzles of syrup and adding some extra bread for her as well. Usually customers recieve an order number and step back inside to recieve their order. But you didn‘t like this and often, especially with older people or when it wasn‘t that busy, took out the food yourself. So you adjust your apron and walk outside, quickly spotting the medium.
As you walk over, you can‘t help but notice the beautiful summer dress she is wearing, her hair slightly curly and makeup perfect, you could tell even through the sunglasses. Admittedly it was a little early as summer was just around the corner as spring ended with flowers and trees showing off their true beauty. You could tell the medium was a summer person, simply by the way she dressed and a sense of true peace visible on her beautiful features.
„Hello, you ordered a large salted caramel milk tea and the greek salad?“ you ask, a smile on your lips as you pass her the food. „I did, thank you darling“ Billie replies, abandoning her phone and lowering her sunglasses as if she wanted to observe you a little closer, not wanting the shade of the glasses to obsecure your features. After you pass her order, you just stand there a moment and the both of you lock eyes. You wanted to say so many things, like how you had no idea who she was before but now you have spent every evening binge watching her show.
Of course you stay silent and get lost in her brown eyes. „My assistant tells me you always have our orders ready in the morning, before she even shows up?“ you see a little satisfied and approving smile on her face and for a moment you feel like being praised by your teachers or parents for doing something correctly but something in the medium‘s eyes showed honest gratitude. „I do“ you reply. „I like taking care of our regular customers“ you add before realizing how that sounded. You smile a little embarassed and scratch your neck, a nervous habit of yours.
„Well um- enjoy your food and please don‘t hesitate to let me know if you need anything else“. you smile and apologize as you have to head back inside. Billie smiles and mumbles „Will do“ before turning her attention to her lunch. For the next half an hour you have a hard time concentrating on your work. You can‘t help and peak out the window while you prepare or take orders, making sure she is still there and not in need of something. After a little while, Abby hands you some wipes and sanitizer and smiles before saying „the tables outside need to be cleaned“. As you take it, you smile, knowing exactly what she was up to.
Walking back outside you clean the other tables first before turning towards Billie‘s. She had finished a little while ago and so you ask whether you can take her cup and the plate. She nods and you ask if she needed anything else. „Your number“ Billie thinks to herself but she wasn‘t this direct. Well usually she was but the medium had never been the relationship type, more flings and one night stands but for some reason, despite the little age gap that she assumed, there was something about you, even though she couldn‘t explain it yet. Billie simply shakes her head before saying „Just my usual as well to take back to the office“ and handing you some cash, of course a very generous tip included.
„Of course, my pleasure“ you reply and thank her before heading back inside and preparing her drink, making sure it‘s secured properly. As you head back outside to hand it to her, she already stands by the door, a little smile on her face. „Thank you darling, I‘ll see you in my next lunchbreak“. With those words she leaves your workplace, swaying her hips on the way out (a little more than necessary) and a satisfied smile. Leaving you with a little tingly feeling in your stomach and a big smile on your face, a linger of excitement, keeping you motivated for the rest of your workday.
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A few months later:
As you step outside, locking the door behind you, you feel the cold air hitting you. Specifically your face, hands and around your neck. You shiver, your hands shaking as you move the keys. Instantly you regret not having listened about wrapping up warmer for this season. You see the lights of the other shops around you reflecting in the door. This was truly your favorite season and despite being cold you wished for some snow flakes as they were your favorite thing about winter.
You turn around and your breath gets caught in your throat as you see someone standing infront of you. „Hello there babydoll“ you see Billie standing infront of you. She looks beautiful, wearing a suit combination and a long coat, matched with her prada bag and fancy scarf, you weren‘t sure of the exact brand but it must be an expensive one. A smile beams onto your face and your day is instantly forgotten. Today wasn‘t too bad but the winters were always hard because you had to work alone and it took a lot longer preparing a bunch of warm drinks rather than cold ones.
„Hi Billie“ you smile a little shy. You still get shy around her, even though it has been such a long time since she first walked into your work. The blonde notices your shivers and smirks a little bit. „Cold there darling?“ she smiles, despite having warned you several times to wrap up warmer in the mornings. „I got you something“ she beams, doing that excited little tapping with her fingernails. She extracts a box from her handbag and passes it to you. You look at her a little surprised. You were fully aware by now that Billie expressed her love through gifts a lot, of course she showed it in other ways as well.
„You didn‘t have to“ you smile and seeing her excited face you know you have to open it right then and there. Inside the fancily packaged box you find a beautiful set containing a scarf, beanie and gloves. Not just that, they feel very soft, must be a satin material and on top of it, they are your favorite colour. You just look at her, your eyes sparkling as you feel the love for the woman standing infront of you. You are so greatful, not just for the gifts but knowing that Billie took the time to buy these herself. You knew she didn‘t get her assistant to do this and that she went out herself, on top of picking you up from work. Often Billie worked late and you prefered taking the train rather than her sending a driver or taxi. She prefered it for your wellbeing and safety but you convinced her it was okay.
„Thank you so much Billie“ you exclaim and she helps wrap you up, putting the hat on your head and adjusting your hair, boping your nose and smiling, before helping with the scarf as you put the gloves on. „Better?“ she smirks proudly and you nod, unable to say anything, the grattitude and love for the medium reflecting in your eyes. „Let‘s get you home and cozy and pick up some dinner hm?“ she asks gently. You nod and she holds out her hand before you two walk into the cold together.
As you pass all the shops, some of them still open, mostly decorated with fairy lights, you walk past some places filled with memories. Starting with the tables and chairs from your workplace that are now neatly stacked away, reminding you of Billie‘s first lunch there and the several ones that followed, an excuse to see you more and every day in the end, even though Billie convinced herself at first she needed to prioritize her „me time“ and take time to actually have lunch. Next you walk past a fancy little italian restaurant that Billie eventually took you to.
Followed by Billie‘s office that she took you to in the end and introduced you to everyone, after quickly learning you became a super fan of her show. You actually got to meet her assistant as well and being introduced properly. Billie turned your world upside down. You had never been in a meaningful relationship before but she was everything. It was impossible to adore this woman any more than you do. Quickly after Billie‘s lunchbreaks became a regular thing, you got talking more, spending your cigarette breaks with the medium‘s instead and eventually her giving you her phone number.
As you walk past her office and a few of her favorite boutiques, you remember the time she took you shopping, never wanting you to pay with your own money as she knew how hard you worked for it. She treated you like a princess, her princess. After agreeing, what you wanted to take home for dinner that night, you just watch Billie in awe, as she walks up to the window of your favorite places, ordering the food and then waiting, lighting a cigarette. She was a goddess and you couldn‘t wrap your head around how she was yours.
After she finishes her cigarette, the two of you stand there, locking eyes and that same little smile on both of your faces whenever her brown eyes looked into yours. The cold air hits you yet again, causing for your body to shiver. Billie stays silent, moving closer to you and wrapping her arm around you, pulling you in. And in that moment you knew, you could have never fallen in love, at least properly, not until you found her. You also knew you would never let the blonde go. Billie saved you in every possible way a person could save you.
„Here you go“ the waiter exclaims and hands Billie the bags of warm food, which makes your stomach rumble a bit more. You offer to take them but Billie insists on holding them herself, taking your hand into her free one. As you walk towards the way home, you feel like you are in a movie, the cold winter air, the fairylight of shops and the beautiful smells everywhere. Your view is completed as you suddenly see little snowflakes. Billie smiles, knowing how much you loved them.
„Billie?“ you suddenly stop for a moment and the medium stops as well, looking at you. „I love you“ you exclaim before she smiles softly and pulls you in for a kiss, the snowflakes softly landing on both of your clothes and hair. „I love you too babydoll“
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msschemmenti · 2 years
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traffic jams of the heart // billie dean howard x reader
a/n: posting my older works
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"If I could turn back time!" Cher blasted through the car as Billie Dean gazed out the window. She and Y/n had just switched seats and she was more than happy to enjoy the opportunity to relax.
She gazed over at her lover watching as she casually drummed her fingers against the steering wheel to the song. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the younger girl push her glasses up her nose in concentration. The pair were returning from a spontaneous weekend getaway initiated by Billie. She'd been working nonstop the last couple weeks and was in serious need of some time away.
Y/n was fairly busy herself considering her students were preparing for college application season, and being so loved she had several students she was helping. Friday afternoon, when the school day came to an end, Y/n sat quietly in her classroom compiling lists of schools and information for a couple of students when she heard a knock at her door. She looked up and met Billie's warm brown eyes and couldn't fight the smile that spread across her face.
The medium had never come to her place of work. She stood from her place behind her desk and moved to greet the older woman. They were no where near official. They were actually closer to friends with benefits, and Y/n was very confused. They rarely went out due to Billie's status, so to see Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars, standing in her classroom when anyone of her coworkers could see them made the situation a bit awkward.
Billie, on the other hand, was quick to close the space between the two with a hug and a chaste kiss to Y/n's lips. When she pulled away she was quick to push Y/n back toward her desk ordering her to pack all of her things so they could leave. Y/n obviously grew more confused, considering they didn't have plans to her knowledge. But once Billie reassured her that she hadn't forgotten about anything and that this was solely her doing, they were heading out of the school.
Leaving her car in the parking lot of the school, Billie whisked her away to a relaxing weekend with just the two of them. It was an amazing way to unwind a bit and she always loved spending time with Billie. They'd spent the weekend wrapped in their own world and it definitely reignited a few feelings y/n wasn't aware she still had for the medium. The domesticity of the entire weekend had her longing for some stability in her love life.
Y/n had stumbled into this friends with benefits things after a one night stand that neither of them could get off their minds. Once they reconnected, the pair let the anxiety surrounding rejection keep them from exploring anything more than sex. Of course they grew to know each other during each meeting and now here they were, in this state of confusion concerning their feelings for each other.
Y/n sighed heavily as the traffic thickened and the cars in front of them stopped moving. A traffic jam. Just what the pair needed.
"There must be an accident or something." Y/n felt herself mumbled out as the current song faded out.
"You're probably right. It's fine though, I could do with a little more time with you before we get back to reality." Billie said softly, almost timidly.
Y/n felt herself smile and finally took a hand off the steering wheel offering it to Billie, who gladly took it and tucked it securely in her own. It was moments like this when Y/n wanted to just confess her feelings for the medium. But she can't help but to think that if Billie Dean really wanted more with her, she'd have said something by now.
So as they sat in a traffic jam, holding hands, listening to Cher. They were stuck in more than one traffic jam.
Billie drew circles softly over the exposed skin of Y/n's arm and smiled as she felt the goosebumps appear under her touch. She loved the effect she had over the younger woman. Y/n was so confident in her classroom, but as soon as Billie was around it was a completely different story. Billie loved knowing she was the only person to make Y/n feel that way and the thought of her having that interaction with anyone else almost had Billie spilling her guts to the teacher. But of course she was terrified their ages would get in the way of anything they'd potentially have. Y/n was young and still had her life ahead of her. Why would she want to be tied to an older woman.
So as you can see. An emotional traffic jam. With absolutely no movement forward or backward.
As the cars slowly rolled forward Y/n's phone rang from the cup holder in the center of Billie's car. She turned to grab it and examined the number curiously and quickly answered it.
"Hello?" She asked slowly. Billie looked on skeptically. The pair had insisted on no phones for the weekend, but Y/n seemed very concerned about this call.
"Yes I'm listening Abigail." Y/n spoke into phone sending an apologetic look toward Billie who still had her hand. "No I'm not home, why?" Billie perked up a bit hearing the older female voice through the phone.
"I thought we could spend the weekend together, but when I came by you weren't home."
"Oh I went on a last minute trip." Y/n said removing her hand from Billie's to scratch the nape of her neck anxiously. Billie caught the act and felt the jealousy flaring within her. Who was making her girl anxious? Who was worried about her girl's whereabouts?
The traffic started to clear and Y/n's free hand went back to the wheel as she started steering them toward the school. A sign they were parting ways soon and Billie Dean felt her heart drop in sadness.
"Abigail, you can not just show up to my building without tell me." Y/n said down the phone cause Billie's brows to furrow.
"I know what I said Abi. And the offer will always stand-" y/n started but was cut off by the person on the phone.
"Exactly, so What's the big deal, it's not like you're dating anyone right now. It shouldn't be a problem." Abigail said.
Y/n turned to meet Billie's eyes for the first time since answering the call. "Abi that's none of your business. I'd just like some notice before you just come to my apartment. Even if I'm not in a relationship. Listen, I'm about to pick up my car. We'll talk about this when I get home." Y/n said down the phone before hanging up and turning into the parking lot of the school. She parked the medium's car right next to her own and put the car in park.
She went to remove her seatbelt and exit the car when Billie reached over and turned the car off. She exited the car first popping the trunk to retrieve Y/n's bag. They met at the trunk of Y/n's car and stood quietly for a moment.
"Thank you for this weekend. I really enjoyed spending it with you." Y/n smiled up at the medium. Billie sent her a smile but decided it was time for their cars to move in the right direction.
"Who is Abigail?" Billie Dean asked moving her hair out of her face.
"Oh Abigail is my ex." Y/n spoke honestly as her eyes shifted to her feet.
"Oh...why is she at your house?" Billie asked sitting the suitcase down.
"Well she's had a kind of hard life and I've always tried to provide her with some kind of support since she has no family around. So I told her she could come by whenever she needed." Y/n tried to explain as vaguely as possible.
"Should I be worried?" Billie finally asked, raising her eyebrow in question.
"I-" Y/n started but stopped once the words registered in her brain. "Why would you be worried Billie Dean?"
"Well I don't just spend romantic weekends away with just anyone." Billie said suddenly growing shy.
"Well I don't just sleep with just anyone. Despite what you may think considering how we met." Y/n said cheekily as she reached to take the older woman's hand in her own.
"Good to know." Billie said meeting Y/n's eyes.
"Okay. Maybe we can do this again sometime." Y/n suggested.
"Oh most definitely. Maybe we can be more than friends by the time we go." Billie suggested softly
"Well, we could be more than friends right now." Y/n thought.
As the thought crossed her mind she watched as the medium's facial expression altered. "Do you mean that?" Billie asked with wide eyes.
Y/n could feel her face heat instantly as she realized she spoke aloud. "...If you want that." Y/n said suddenly losing the confidence she briefly had.
"Well is that what you want?" Billie asked stepping closer to Y/n.
"If I say yes are you going to run?" Y/n said.
"Only if you ask me too." Billie Dean answered bringing her hands to Y/n's waist.
The pair couldn't fight the magnetic pull that pulled them together at this point. The emotional clarity was opening their eyes and their hearts to this new experience and they were loving it. Billie leaned down connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. A kiss that was familiar but screamed new in both of their hearts.
They broke apart breathlessly and found their eyes gazing lazily at the road ahead. All figurative and literal roads were clear and ready to be traveled. Together.
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Hello Ms. Howard! I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but hypothetically... how would you feel about being called "Mommy"?
Hello there, sugar.
Why talk in hypotheticals, sugar? You scared mommy's gonna bite you? Don't worry your pretty little head about it, I don't bite unless you ask.
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cabensonsgirly · 2 years
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Maybe you’ll start slipping slowly and find me again. 18+
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven (End)
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Billie Dean Howard Masterlist
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blxckchxrrybxby · 1 year
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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.
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“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.
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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.”
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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.
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“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.”
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dreamypqulson · 1 year
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you’re fighting an apocalypse with cordelia when she hears you scream. she tries to remain calm as she searches around for you. that’s when she spots you laying on the ground, covered in blood. she rushes over to you, tugs your body onto her lap and holds you close. you struggle to catch your breath but still manage to speak, “cordelia, kiss me. please kiss me. i cannot die without showing you what you truly mean to me.” she hovers her hand over your bleeding wound and you can feeling her magic course through you. although she was exhausted from fighting, she used all the strength she had left to heal you. “you’re not going to die, my love,” she says, but still, she leans down and kisses your aching lips anyways.
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getlostsquidward · 1 year
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american horror story masterlist
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main masterlist | ao3
Billie Dean Howard
wonderland — you and your girlfriend billie steps out into the wider world to reach your dreams. however, will your relationship be able to withstand the pressure it entails?
a palpable phantom (18+) — they say it’s wise to heed the warnings, but if ignoring it leads you to this particular consequence, then warnings be damned.
Cordelia Goode
secrets turn into regrets — you learn that chances are only given to those people who are willing to take the risk.
a forewarning of sorts (18+) — what happens when you find yourself subjected to the sensuous gaze of cordelia?
second chances — you never got to tell her you loved her – lucky for you, a second chance has been given to you.
room for one more — under the influence of booze, you kissed the supreme – and her intimidating redhead girlfriend.
Sally McKenna
no body, no crime — the basement of hotel cortez was the dumping site of corpses. there should be a pile of bodies welcoming sally’s sight, only to find it empty.
Wilhemina Venable
you've got me tied down (18+) — you're more than ms. venable's assistant.
the two times wilhemina denied that she's a cuddler and the one time she's admitted it
room for one more — under the influence of booze, you kissed the supreme – and her intimidating redhead girlfriend.
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lotties-ashwagandha · 11 days
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CURSED (nsfw)
billie dean howard x gn!reader, word count 1.2k
the premiere of the new season of billie's show gets rescheduled last minute, but you have a way to take her mind off the disappointment.
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A harsh silence enveloped the two of you. You were sitting at the edge of Billie’s bed, and you watched as she set her phone down on the vanity and began to pace the length of the room. 
The premiere of her show had been rescheduled on short notice. You were meant to fly out with her tomorrow for press meetings, interviews, every opportunity for recognition Billie deserved for her work. Your suitcases were packed and ready at the foot of the bed. 
Billie looked into the mirror of the vanity, sighing as she fixed a non-existent flaw of her eye makeup with the edge of her pale pink acrylics. 
You were at a loss for what to do – you had tried comforting her verbally, but she had barely said a word to you in the minutes after receiving the call. She got like this often when she was upset, silent and uninterested and cynical. 
You stood from the bed. Tentatively you stepped toward her. You placed your hands on her waist when you came up behind her, resting your chin on her shoulder and watching her reflection in the mirror. 
Disappointment swam in her eyes as she stared unfocused into her own reflection. You knew how much she had been looking forward to the premiere. Even if it would take place in a few weeks instead of tomorrow, the two of you had been planning this weekend for months. 
“I’m sorry,” you said softly, “that it was canceled. I know how excited you were.” 
Billie nodded, taking one of your hands in her own. She offered you a halfhearted smile in the reflection of the mirror. “You didn’t cause it, don’t apologize.” 
In response, you pressed a kiss to her neck, the junction where her neck met her shoulder. After a moment you kissed her again, and began to move up her neck, trailing kisses up to her jaw. You felt her relax slightly under your touch, a great sigh leaving her chest. 
Billie turned in your arms. She kissed you, bringing a hand up to rest at your jaw and looping her arms around you. The kiss was almost lazy, natural and reflexive to the two of you. You were overcome by the love evident in her touch. 
She pulled away only for a moment before capturing your lips again. This time, you felt hunger in her embrace – in the way her lips met yours in a way dripping with desperation, in the way she was backing you towards the bed. 
You denied your instinct to let her push you onto the bed – you wanted this, and she did too, but you wanted to give her more. You wanted her to feel the same euphoria she often gave you before herself, especially after the evening’s disappointment. She needed distraction, as was evident in every moment you spent in her arms, and you were always willing to give it. 
You turned her, reversing your positions. A look of surprise came over her features as the backs of her thighs pressed against the bed. 
You hadn’t said anything, but she nodded at the proposed switch in roles, and when you tried to push her down onto the bed, she let you. Billie pulled you down on top of her, slipping her hands under the hem of your shirt and letting them travel up your back. In a moment of impatience she pulled your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. 
You grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Keep them there,” you warned her with a stern look, and she smiled at you in amusement. You hardly ever took dominance over her, it was foreign to both of you, but you were enjoying it. 
“This is new,” she taunted, unserious, yet you could see the desire clawing at her through the mask of her ego. “You’re learning, and so well.” 
You shook your head, brushing off her comment. You didn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer, pulling off her blouse and attaching your lips to her chest. Her breath caught as you trailed kisses down her sternum, nipping at her chest, leaving marks in your wake as you traveled down her abdomen. 
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured into her skin, and a slight blush overtook her features. She shifted restlessly – her anticipation was evident, beautiful in the fervor with which she needed you. You understood why she was usually so addicted to you underneath her, you were drunk on the power of having her need nothing in the world but you. 
You moved between her legs, and instinctively her hips bucked toward you. As you pulled the rest of her clothes off she let out another sigh, this time out of pleasure, out of desire. 
With air-light touches you caressed her thighs. Slowly you kissed up the length of them, watching her expression closely. Desperation overtook her features, and her breath was shaky. One of her hands had moved to weave into your hair, a wordless plea for your attention. 
Just as she thought relief would finally come between her thighs, you moved away. With a look of satisfaction you climbed back up her body, straddling her, leaning down to kiss her. 
“What are you doing?” she asked in a whine. No one ever denied Billie anything, especially you. 
You shrugged. You trailed your hand down her abdomen, let it rest at her hip as you watched her squirm. “Beg.” 
She scoffed. She shook her head. “I’m not begging.” 
With a tantalizing smile you moved your hands away. Her only form of contact was the way you were straddling her. “Prove how much you want this. Beg for it, or you get nothing.” 
She sighed, and desire won over her pride, though it was not without a battle of ego. “Please,” she said. “Please, I need this. You know I need this, I need you.” 
You considered her words a victory, one of the scarce victories of dominance you took over her. In reward you slipped back between her legs. Finally relief came to her, your tongue sliding through her wetness. Billie moaned, her hips bucking into you again. You held them down, circling your arms around her tense thighs. 
You focused yourself on her clit, noting every response her body gave to your ministrations. Her moans, her whines let freely go as you slipped two fingers into her. She gasped, her new grip in your hair tightening dramatically as you set a pace that was quickly ruining her. 
Though earlier she had been utterly opposed that you’d made her beg, quiet pleas spilled from her lips as you brought her closer to the edge. Your name on her tongue like a curse, like poison you would drink from the fountain of your devotion. 
“Cum for me,” you murmured when she was close, and her body responded immediately – you coaxed her through her climax, the pace of your tongue and your hand working in sequence to prolong it as much as you could for her. 
When she came down from it, you pulled away. You laid at her side, pulling her into you to press a kiss to her shoulder and then to her lips, the two of you engulfed in the softness of her newfound peace. Billie relaxed into your embrace, letting you hold her as exhaustion overtook her. Peace found you both in inexplicable wonder, anxiety cursed in your devotion.
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stayevildarling · 20 days
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Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Dragon meets Purple, Part 2
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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.
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Masterlist ~ Sarah Paulson Characters
Wilhemina Venable
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No more crying x Brienne of Tarth x reader (T)
New Teacher x Hecate Hardbroom (E)
Family (T)
30 Day Challenge (M)
Grey (M)
Finding the perfect gift (G)
Snowstorm (T)
New Job x Cordelia Goode (T)
The beginning of the end (M)
Counting stars (T)
The Library (E)
The female Antichrist (M)
Therapy (E)
Masturbation (E)
Cordelia Goode
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New Job x Wilhemina Venable (T)
The story behind a scar x Zelda Spellman (T)
Allyson Mayfair-Richards
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Babysitter (E)
Sally McKenna
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Railway to Hell (M)
Better and Dot Tattler
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Runaway (M)
Billie Dean Howard
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Assistant (E)
Lana Winters
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Breakdown x Alice Macray (M)
Alice Macray
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Breakdown x Lana Winters (M)
Palm Kiss (T)
Tammy
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Cure x Claire McCrae x reader  (E)
Dr. Claire McCrae
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Cure x Tammy x reader (E)
The Silent Girl (M)
Singles Group Meeting (M)
Karaoke Night (T)
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I just noticed that I haven't published a lot of my old fics from my time on Wattpad. I'll probably post a few more when I get to it ;P
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Could you do a character preference with sarah paulson characters with dating someone who's very showy with their affection? If not that's okay <3
This idea is really cute, absolutely! Hope you like it <3
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate
Warnings: swearing, slight mentions of insecurity, references to Lana's past trauma, mentions of Ally's anxiety attacks
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Billie Dean Howard
I'm gonna be completely honest: Billie is really fucking cocky about it
She'll proudly shows you off wherever she goes and to whoever's with her
You wanna sit in her lap in public? Then by all means, go right ahead
If you lace your fingers through hers while you're out walking together, she'll keep them there without protest
She does draw the line at playing with her hair, though, because of how long it takes her to get it styled the way she likes
Sometimes she'll take you with her when she goes investigating the paranormal so she can show you off to the camera
Bonus points if you end up leaping into her arms or grabbing ahold of her at any point because you got scared
Lana Winters
Lana isn't used to someone's soft touch after everything that went down with losing Wendy and getting kidnapped by Bloody Face
It's something she has to be re-introduced to, so don't hold it against her if she's a bit stiff the first few times you go in for a kiss or give her a hug
Just give her some time, and she'll warm up to it eventually
When she finally does you'd best believe she's gonna pay you back for every stolen kiss and then some
Sometimes the press will print photos of the two of you holding hands while you're out together, which just causes you to show her public affection even more
She thinks it's cute how you'll to kiss her in public while simultaneously flipping off the reporters who are trying to get pictures of the two of you together
Cordelia Goode
Pre-Supreme Cordelia would be really flustered by it
Her mother wasn't the most loving person around, and after she dropped her off at Robichaux she felt more alone than ever, so your constant physical reassurance of your love for her makes her so happy
Supreme Cordelia, on the other hand, is a bit more different
Obviously she loves it either way, but she's not flustered by it at all; in fact, you might say she's a little cocky, maybe just as much as Billie is
Like, if she has a emergency council meeting with the warlocks, she'll bring you along just to show you off
But while she doesn't give a fuck what they think of her, the second they start coming after you is when the claws come out
She refuses to let them use you as a bargaining chip in that pathetic little game of theirs
Bette and Dot Tattler
Bette adores your affection, and often says so, whereas Dot was suspicious of it at first, thinking you wanted something from them; but after she realized you didn't, she grew to love it almost as much as her sister
Obviously, you can't just mosey about in public with those two, as it's unsafe, but you'll happily stroll with them through the carnival grounds with your hand around their waist
Bette will sometimes ask you to comb her hair out for her, just so she can feel your gentle touch as you rid her hair of tangles
Dot usually doesn't ask you to do it for her, but you brush her hair anyway, not wanting her to feel left out (and you always notice how less grumpy she is than usual when you do)
You always meet them backstage before they go on, giving them each a kiss for good luck
Sally Mckenna
Sally loves it, she fucking eats it up
Look, she's a very touchy person, so she's gonna be all over you whether you like it or not
But you being super touchy back? Boosts her self esteem and raises her confidence levels super fucking high
You'll be at the bar talking with Liz while she's sitting in your lap, practically purring with delight as you casually stroke her hair
Or you'll be in your hotel room, holding hands while cuddling on the bed and only letting go so she can light up another cigarette
She absolutely hates it whenever she's not with you; she has to be by you side 24/7 or else she gets super pissy
It makes her so happy to know you love her and won't leave her, ever
Audrey Tindall
Audrey finds it adorable, especially when you're affectionate in public
The press has gotten multiple photos of the two of you walking down the street together, hand in hand, as well as a few pics of you kissing when you thought no one was looking
You always visit her in her trailer between shoots so you can give her a hug and wish her good luck
Sometimes, though, she ends up late to set because the two of you started cuddling on a couch or chair and lost track of time
Most of the time you'll crash her Instagram lives just so you can give her a kiss or a hug, but she doesn't mind. She loves showing off her loving partner to other people, especially her adoring fans
Ally Mayfair-Richards
Ally views your constant display of admiration and love as refreshing, since her relationship with Ivy fizzled a long time ago and its been awhile since anyone has shown her just how much they adore her
Whenever you kiss her forehead lovingly after a long day or give her a hug from behind while she's doing the dishes, it makes her feel appreciated
She's especially happy whenever she sees you getting along with Ozzie, as her son is the most important person in her life (other than you obviously)
If you see her on the verge of an anxiety attack, you always know just what to do in order to get her to calm down; and if she's already having one when you find her, you stay with her and help her work through it
You make her feel safe, more than Ivy ever did
Wilhemina Venable
Wilhemina is certainly more reserved than most people, so the first time you surprised her with a kiss on the cheek when you visited her at work she buffered like an old computer
You stopped showing her excessive physical affection for awhile, thinking it made her uncomfortable; little did you know she's actually severely touch starved and did enjoy it, she just didn't know how to react
She became quite colder than usual to her coworkers at your lack of affection, before finally offhandedly mentioning to you one day that she missed your touch
You picked back up on your random kisses and hugs after that, glad to know she enjoyed them
She'll glare at anyone who'll give you judgmental stares for how affectionate you are; it's none of their goddamn business anyway
Tuberculosis Karen
You? Giving affection to her? You must be joking
Karen honestly can't believe that you love her as much as you do, considering most people in town think she's just trash
The fact that you will willingly walk hand in hand with her down the harbor when most people wouldn't even think to take a glance in her direction means a lot more to her than you know
I mean, her name starts with tuberculosis for christ's sake, so you know she's not the most healthiest person around to have a nickname like that
Still, you'll kiss her for everyone to see, because you love to express your love for her, regardless of what other people think
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bdhmediumtostars · 10 months
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I think it's so important to try and love every part of your body. I understand that it can be incredibly hard to do so, especially when it's so very easy to compare yourself to others and what others see as "perfection." But I think if you look in the mirror every day and tell yourself (It's okay if you laugh or giggle!)
"I love myself. I love my curves, my hip-dips, my stretch-marks, my scars. I love my smile. I am smart. I am strong, and I am beautiful." Even if you can't say it all, try to say "I love myself. I'm smart, I'm strong, and I'm beautiful."
It's only the beginning of your journey, and there's no rush. There's no time-line of when you have to love yourself by. Do it at your own speed, but do try to say those words once a day at least. It does make a difference. I didn't become so confident overnight, it took me so long, and I'm grateful I had support from my parents and friends too.
~ Billie Dean Howard 💖
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cabensonsgirly · 1 year
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We're Making Reasons To Destroy Our Believing. I See You Looking At Me, and Now I Don't Know Who To Believe. (18+)
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Diane Sherman x Ally Mayfair, Diane Sherman x Reader
(I've had so many name changes😂)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Off-shoot: Billie Dean Howard x different reader
Lone Chapter
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billiebeanhoward · 1 year
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I came here to fix my car (not my heart) - Billie Dean Howard
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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.
taglist: @stayevildarling
if you’d like to be added to my taglist please let me know (:
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."
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