spaghetti of the lingering spirit
a/n: just trying to get back into writing. sorry if itâs trash <\3
billie dean howard x reader
warning: death, hospitals, and cardiac arrest
wc: 2k
The time was finally here. Billie Dean was returning from yet another stint filming across the country. Sheâd been gone for a month and a half and was finally getting a break to come back to her quiet home on the coast of california. As much as she loved her show and career, it was always hard being away from her own space while filming. She loved her bed. She loved her sheets. She loved her coffee maker and many more appliances. They were hers and it was always a struggle to leave to film for such a long time knowing sheâd be tied up in a hotel or rental for the time, without her own things. This trip was probably the hardest to make though. Sheâd been on a bit of a hiatus and had spent her time resting, recharging, and even doing some smaller consults with people who contacted her. But in the midst of her break she met a woman. It was through one of her first consultations during the break. The womanâs best friend had written to Billie detailing this extremely sad story about how she'd been left to care for her daughter alone after her partner died years ago. The woman had explained to her friend that her daughter had been âtalking toâ her mom recently and she was concerned there was something going on. The friendâs letter went into countless occurrences that the woman had found her daughter looking off behind her or laughing alone in her room. Billie wasnât sure what it was about the letter, but she followed up with the friend and set up an appointment to meet with all three of them.
Billie pulled into the apartment complex and looked herself over briefly before heading toward the building. She wasnât sure what to expect. She hardly worked with children and never in an instance like this. Sheâs normally the only one who can see the spirits, but sheâs often heard that spirits appear to children much easier than an adult. Kids havenât been dulled by reality and their minds were open to those experiences. Obviously with imaginary friends and stuff, itâs not uncommon for kids to talk to themselves but from what sheâs heard this was different.
She arrived at the apartment and knocked lightly and waited patiently. She heard some shuffling on the otherside of the door and looked toward the peephole with a smile. The door creaked open slowly and her eyes fell on a beautiful woman with a toddler on her hip. âHi Ms. Howard.â The woman spoke softly, stepping aside to let her inside.
âHello dear, you must be Y/n?â Billie asked as she took a step inside the apartment and turned toward the woman while she closed the door. Y/n nodded softly and adjusted the little girl on her hip protectively before leading her into the living room area.
âYes, I am Y/n and this is my daughter Florence.â Y/n said, looking down toward the little girl who gazed at Billie shyly. Billie smiled warmly and waved at the little girl before turning her attention back to her mother. âIâm not sure what Mallory told you, but I really appreciate you taking the time to come help us.â
Billie smiled again, âI hope I can be of some service. I must admit Iâve never been in this situation before, but Iâm more than willing to help where I can. Mallory told me a bit in her letter, but why donât you tell me whatâs been going on and we can start from there?â
The woman nodded before going into a retelling of the events that have been taking place over the last few months. âFlo had always been a good baby, she never really cried at night. Or if she started crying, by the time I got to her she was already gurgling and smiling up at me from her crib. I never really thought much of spirits or anything until recently. Sheâs turning 5 in two months and sheâll be starting school soon. I donât know if I should be worrying and warning her teachers about this or something but when I told Mallory she contacted you. Like I said, I didnât really think much of any of her behavior because kids have imaginary friends and all of that. But I asked Flo what her imaginary friendâs name was a few months ago after I found her in her room talking and laughing alone. And thatâs where it all got a bit much.â Billie nodded along attentively as the woman rambled a bit before pausing to take a deep breath. Sheâd let her daughter play on the floor quietly, completely oblivious to the conversation happening overhead.
âShe said her friendâs name is Dawn. And that Dawn has been her friend since she was a baby in my tummy. And if you havent guess by now, Dawn is the name of my late wife. She died while I was pregnant with her so she never met her. Which only worried me more. I donât know if this is relevant but Dawn didnât die here. After she passed, I moved as far as possible and that brought me here to California. I donât really know a lot about spirits so Iâm kinda at a loss right now.â She finished finally meeting Billie Deanâs gaze.
âWell from that and what Mallory wrote to me, I think I have an idea of what might be going on. But I do want to try something first just to make sure.â Billie says, causing the woman to nod. Billie stood and moved around the room slowly. She watched as the toddler continued to play in the room when her head suddenly turned in Billieâs direction. The girl grinned and started walking over to the medium. Her eyes seemed to be focused behind Billie and so she turned around and finally caught the eyes of the woman only she and Florence could see.
âYou can see me?â The blonde asked as her eyes met Billieâs. Billie nodded before turning her attention to Y/n briefly. âCan she see me?â Dawn asked gazing longingly at Y/n.
âNo she canât. But Iâm here to help you both, if youâre willing to talk to me. Anything you have to say to her, I will tell her.â Bllie explained calmly before moving to sit back on the couch as she watched Dawn lead Florence into the floor to play.
âWhatâs going on?â Y/n asked, watching Billie gaze over Florenceâs head.
âDawn is here right now.â Billie calmly states. She turns her head briefly to make eye contact with Y/n and to confirm that she is okay with the situation. She sees the fear and sadness swell in Y/nâs eyes, but she never sees the doubt she normally sees in peopleâs eyes.
âWhat is she saying?â Y/n asked, looking between Billie and the empty air around her daughter.
âShe says sheâs sorry for leaving you alone. Even if it was out of her control, sheâs still sorry it happened so suddenly.â Billie speaks, causing Y/nâs shoulders to sag. âShe says, her love for you has never faded. And that sheâs so proud of the woman you are today. She also says she knows you wonât openly state your skepticism with all of this so she says to ask me something only she would know.â Billie finally says gazing back over to Y/n.
The woman thought for a second before looking back at the medium, âWhat was my favorite movie to watch early on in my pregnancy?â
Billie turned back to Dawn looking at her expectantly and the spirit smiled softly before saying, âLady and the Tramp.â Billie looked at Y/n and repeated the movie and it all seemed to hit Y/n like a tidal wave of emotion. The tears sprang to her eyes and she felt herself breathing a bit deeper than normal.
Billie wasnât sure what to do or say at this moment and just slid closer to the young woman placing her hand over hers in comfort. Dawn watched carefully as her wife unravelled after years of burying her emotions. It was what Y/n needed and although she wasnât there to comfort her she knew it had to happen. Y/n attempts to compose herself before turning her attention back to Billie with a grateful smile.
Billie looks to Dawn and listens as she continues to talk, âIâve kinda just been here since I died. Not in this apartment specifically but with them since I died. Like I said it was really sudden, I had gone into cardiac arrest at work and since I was a nurse all the resources and help was there. It just didnât work out that way. I know how hard it was for Y/n to go on without me but Iâve been with her every step of the way, even if she couldnât see me. Sheâs done an amazing job raising Flo.â Billie smiles before relaying the message to Y/n softly. By now Florence had sensed the shift in the room and came over to sit in her motherâs lap in an effort to comfort the woman.
âWhat next? I thought when people died they went to heaven or moved on. Why is she still roaming? Is this some sort of purgatory?â Y/n asked Billie and she thought a bit before turning to Dawn to get an answer.
âI think Iâve just been waiting to make contact with you.â She says looking at Y/n now. âI want you to know it is okay to move on and be happy. Thatâs all I want for you. Iâll always be watching over both of you, but I need to know youâre both going to be happy even without me. I was waiting until Florence could tell her, but Iâm glad you can help us.â Dawn finished finally looking at Billie gratefully.
âOf course, itâs what I do.â She replied before telling Y/n everything Dawn said.
âDawn, I love you. And youâll always be my first love. I donât know if Iâm supposed to say goodbye or something, but please know I forgive you and I will always make sure Flo remembers her mom.â Y/n spoke softly causing Dawn to cry softly. She blew them both a kiss and slowly faded into a golden white light.
Billie sighs, wiping her own tears before turning back toward Y/n, âSheâs gone now.â
From there the two were inseparable. It was something about how helpful Billie had been in that situation. Sheâd come to help her out of the kindness of her heart and had made the whole situation as comfortable as possible for her. Billie had given Y/n her personal number before leaving, offering to talk or just be there if she ever needed someone. She wanted to be a friend to the woman and those were her only intentions going into the friendship. But that was around 7 months ago and she couldnât deny that sheâd fallen for the single mother. So that was just another reason she found it difficult to leave to go film. She knew she had to and this was the first time since becoming friends with Y/n that she had to experience saying goodbye to someone. Two somebodys actually. She didnât think itâd be as hard as it was considering theyâd only been in each others lives for like 6 months, but when Florence hit her with the deepest pout sheâd seen on the five year oldâs face, the medium almost cancelled the trip all together. So yeah, leaving was way harder but she was far too excited to come back. Sheâd been texting Y/n since she got off the plane and theyâd planned to meet tomorrow to catch up and she felt like a giddy little school girl.
As she pulled into her driveway Billie was surprised to see Y/n and Florence sitting on the steps of her house wearing matching grins. She hurried to put her car in park and turn the car off. She stood outside of her car, shock written all over her face.
âSurprise!â Florence grinned, running into the mediumâs legs eagerly. Billie smiled bending to scoop the child into her arms.
âOh yes this is quite the surprise.â Billie smiled, kissing the girlâs cheek before walking to her mother with a grin. âHi.â Billie whispered, unlocking her door and letting Y/n inside as Flo rested on her hip.
âHey, I hope we didnât ruin your evening. Someone just couldnât wait to see you.â Y/n said, eyeing the girl in Billieâs arms.
âNot at all. Iâm glad youâre here.â Billie smiled as they walked further into her home.
âWe brought spaghetti!â Florence exclaimed, smiling over at her mother, muddling the word abit.
âOh really?â Billie smiled, eyes moving to finally take Y/n in fully. That's when she noticed the tupperware in her hands.
âWell I figured since we were interrupting your night, I should at least feed you.â Y/n said shyly.
âWell letâs dig in, Iâm starved.â Billie smiled leading the way to her kitchen with Florence cheering happily at the prospect of food.
And thatâs how they found themselves all piled throughout Billieâs living room, Billie with a plate of spaghetti in hand, and the Lady and the Tramp playing on the tv. Florence had finished her spaghetti long ago and was now just sprawled out on the loveseat half awake. Theyâd watched a couple of movies before finally putting this one on. Itâd been a while since Y/n had seen the movie but she was happy she was able to watch in Billieâs company. The medium had become a significant part of her life and she was so grateful for her. It was all in the name of having a friend but sheâd fallen for her charm and there really was no turning back now. She didnât even realize how deep her feelings for the medium ran until they departed for a month and a half and their only form of communication was a facetime call or text message during their free time. She found herself missing her company and her presence and it was a wake up call for her. So yes Flo wanted to see Billie, but Y/n was just as eager as the toddler. So when the movie came to her favorite part she couldnât help gazing at the medium out of the corner of her eye. The dogs were sharing their spaghetti during the iconic scene and she found herself think about doing that with Billie briefly before shaking her head at the absurdity of the idea. They were grown women, they couldnât share spaghetti like children or dogs in this case. But before she could spiral any further she felt a nudge in her side. She turned to look at Billie and immediately felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she saw the medium looking at her holding a spaghetti noodle between her lips with a grin.
The medium watched as Y/n nervously put the other end of the spaghetti between her lips and they both inched closer and closer to each other. The noodle continued to dwindle between them but their eyes were focused. Their attention unwavering as they gazed at each otherâs lips. As they continued to eat the noodle the tension between them seemed to be too strong because the noodle snapped in half. They both finished off their pieces of noodle but remained close. There was no more noodle. Billie paused moving her eyes to Y/nâs just in case she wasnât comfortable with this anymore. She was about to pull away nervously, when she heard a small whisper from the the motherâs lips.
âPlease kiss me.â
And that was all Billie needed to hear to join their lips in a warm kiss.
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