Cordelia has been driving for what seems like forever even though she claims it hasn't been that long. But Mina was kind enough to add that you would already be at the cabin if it weren't for the fact that you've asked them to stop three times already to pee.
Meanwhile, Billie is asleep in the backseat across from you. Cordelia is quiet as she focuses on the road ahead of her. She's been trying to defuse the tension the whole ride. Looking over to the passenger seat you see Mina and you can tell she seems tense by the way she's gripping the cane that lies next to her which only makes you more nervous as you call out to Cordelia.
“Umm, Delia,” you called out to your wife.
“Yes?” she answered, sneaking a peek at you and then back at the road. You gave her a small smile, causing her to breathe heavily. “Really? Again?!” she asked.
“I'm sorry. I can't help it.” you frowned.
“I know baby,” she says giving you a small smile.
“We have stopped this car three times in the last hour. You can't possibly have to go again,” Mina yells.
“Mina!” Cordelia shouts at the redhead.
You sighed looking out the window as you squeezed your legs together. Cordelia sighs heavily pulling into a gas station just up the road.
“You need any help?” she asked putting the car in park.
Without looking at her or Mina you got out in search of the restroom. A few minutes later you walked to the car got in and buckled your seatbelt.
“The cabin is only a few miles away you think you can make it without any more stops?” Mina asked in a sarcastic tone.
You didn't respond opting to ignore her and her bad attitude. For the rest of the drive, you stared out the window trying to hold in your emotions. Mina has been in a pissy mood all day and she's been taking it out on you. What was the point of this “babymoon” anyway if Mina was going to be a bitch! You thought to yourself as you wiped straw tears from your cheeks. Finally, Cordelia pulls into the long driveway of the cabin.
Putting the car in park Cordelia relaxes her body leaning back in her seat.
Billie stirs in the back stretching her limbs and yearning.
“Were here already?” she asked.
Mina scoffs “Yeah we're here four stops later.”
Shaking your head you exit the car slamming the door behind you as you walk toward the cabin.
“What was that about?” Billie asked.
Mina sighed. “It's me. I'm being a bitch. I'm just in a bad mood.”
“Yeah, honey we noticed.” Cordelia huffs getting out of the car to go after you.
Mina sighs as she watches the blonde run after you.
“You should probably apologize to y/n. She's been very emotional and uncomfortable lately. She's weeks away from giving birth, Venny. She's scared. Even if she doesn't want to admit it.”
“I know. I'm sorry.”
“I'm not the one who needs to hear it,” Billie says as she exits the car.
An hour later Billie and Cordelia managed to get everything from the car and set up in the cabin. Once they were done they joined Mina on the couch.
“Where's y/n?” the redhead asked looking at Cordelia.
“She's taking a nap. She was exhausted.”
“Oh.”
“Mina, what's going on? Talk to us, please. Why are you so tense and taking it out on y/n of all people?” Cordelia asked.
“Seriously, that girl adores you Venny,” Billie adds.
“I know and I feel awful. I'm just scared.” Mina says.
“Scared of what darling?”
“She's going to give birth. She's going to be in pain she could die. I won't be able to help her. I can't bear to watch her suffer. “
“I know it's scary but that doesn't mean we take our fears out on her. She's scared too. And she needs support.” Billie says.
“I know Billie! Don't you think I know?!” she yells back at Billie.
“I can't do this! I can't be a mother and a wife. I can't do this.”
“Yes, you can love,” Cordelia says softly.
“No! I'm already falling as a wife. I won't be a good mother Delia. I won't. Y/n will have a physical bond with this child, you're such a nurturer, and Billie will shower them with gifts. And then there's me...what can I possibly give this child?” she asked with tears in her eyes.
“Unconditional love and security,” you say standing behind them.
The three women turned to see you standing there. Walking around the couch you take a seat on Mina’s lap careful not to hurt her.
“Mina you're right Cordelia is a natural when it comes to mothering, and Billie loves to spoil us rotten, and I do have a bond with this child but you.. You're special Mina whether you want to believe it or not. You understand what it's like to be different to be bullied and to feel unsafe. Which is why you go out of your way to make sure I feel safe and happy. You never judge me for my flaws or insecurities. You love me at my worst and my best. You're always there beside me ready to take on anything or anyone that tries to come against me. And that my beautiful, loving, and caring wife is why you will be a wonderful mother.”
Your mother has been acting weird lately. The three women have been keeping something from you, but you didn't know what. You asked Misty if she knew, but, of course, the blonde denied knowing anything.
You were old enough to know when something was up but decided to wait it out. That was until you heard Ally and Cordelia talking in the kitchen this morning.
“You've got to take it easy Delia,” Ally says caressing her cheek.
“I know. I'm just not used to this. I never thought I'd be able to carry a baby and now that I am it's just an adjustment.”
“I know honey but Mina and I are here to help you with the heavy lifting okay?”
“Okay.” Delia smiles as she pecks Ally’s lips softly.
At that moment it feels like your heart stops. Cordelia is pregnant with a baby of her own. A baby she planned with Mina and Ally. A baby that no one has even mentioned to you. A baby that will have no blood connection to you at all.
You ran upstairs quickly shutting the door behind you. Zoe and Madison pause their conversation as they look up to you in confusion.
“What's wrong?” Zoe asked.
“My mom is having a baby,” you whispered still in shock.
“Really?!” they asked in unison.
You nod your head as you sit on your bed.
“Wow, Cordy finally figured out how to replace you,” Madison smirks.
“Shut up Madison. That's not true!” Zoe shouts.
“Come on you remember how sad she was when she found out she couldn't have a baby? If it wasn't for y/n’s mother dying she would have never been able to raise a child. Now she has one of her own. And Ally and Mina will finally be able to raise the baby they wanted.”
You listened in silence as tears pricked your eyes. Madison is right, Cordelia got stuck with you. Mina and Ally too. But this baby was Cordelia's chance at being a real mother. A chance for the three of them to experience something together start to finish.
“Dude if she has a girl I bet she'll look just like her and she will finally have a kid that can do magic,” Madison adds making Zoe roll her eyes.
You hop off the bed running out of the bedroom leaving the two girls behind.
“Look what you did!” Zoe shouts at the blonde making her roll her eyes.
You ran as fast as you could out the back door into the field. You didn't know where you were going but you knew you couldn't stay in the house any longer.
•••
Hours later Mina was walking around the academy in search of you. Coming up empty-handed handed she went to Cordelia’s office finding her and Ally.
“Hey have either of you seen y/n? I told her I’d help her with a project.” Mina says.
The two women looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Come to think of it I don't believe I've seen her all day,” Ally says. Mina sighs but happens to see Zoe walk by and calls her over.
“Have you seen y/n?” she asked.
“I saw her earlier. She was upset and then Madison made it worse. She took off after that I haven't seen her since.” Zoe tells them.
“Upset? About what??” Cordelia asked.
Zoe looks down at her shoes “Umm...” she mumbles not wanting to tell them.
“Zoe?” The supreme question.
The young girl shrank lower into herself.
“Out with it Zoe. If it’s Madison I will deal with her.” Mina says.
Zoe sighs deeply as she looks up at the woman “She said you were having a baby.”
The three women gasped.
“How did she know that?” Ally asked looking between the two women.
“She heard you guys talking about it. Madison made it worse by saying how the baby would look like Cordelia, and replace her.” Zoe explains.
“See this is why you should have just let me handle that little bitch.” Mina growls looking at Cordelia.
Ally sighs “Thank you, Zoe.”
Zoe smiles and nods her head as she walks off.
“How do we find her?” Ally asked.
“I know a spell to track her. As long as she's wearing her locket I can find her.” Cordelia says standing from her chair with Mina and Ally following behind her.
•••
You didn't realize it was so late until you looked up to see the sun setting. Looking around you realized you were lost.
“Great. Just great,” you mumbled.
You wandered around for a few crying as you tried to find your way back home before you gave up sitting on the ground. You pulled your knees into your chest as you cried.
“This is just perfect. I'm going to die out here.” you cried.
“Well, at least you made 12 years I guess..” you mumbled to yourself.
“Y/n!” a voice calls out to you. Snapping your head up you see Cordelia and Ally running towards you and Mina not far behind.
“Oh, sweetheart are you okay?” Cordelia asked.
“Yeah, I got lost. I'm sorry.” you cried.
Cordelia pulls you into her arms holding you tight against her.
“It's okay baby we got you,” she whispered kissing your forehead.
Cordelia helps you up and you look up meeting Mina’s harsh gaze.
“Don't ever scare us like that again little one!” Mina shouts as she pulls you into her chest hugging you tightly.
“I'm sorry,” you mumbled.
“Sweetheart look at me, please,” Cordelia whispered.
“Why did you leave?” she asked.
“I heard you and Ally talking about the baby. I was upset. And then Madison said if it's a girl she will look like you. And at first, I was mad at her but she was right. The baby will be your baby. It will look like you, it will have magic like you. It will be your real child.” you sobbed.
Cordelia cradles your face in her hands as she tries to control her tears. “You are my real child y/n. I may not have given birth to you but you are my daughter. I've raised you since the day you were born. I fed you, changed you, sang to you, everything that mothers do for their children I have done with you. You're my child. You're my baby and nothing will ever change that. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” you mumbled.
“What is it, honey?” Ally asked.
“You guys planned this baby. You wanted it. Madison said you always wanted to have a baby. I was just something you got stuck with.”
Cordelia shakes her head “That's not true.”
“Yes, it is! Madison said you made a promise to my birth mom. And that Mina was already with you so, of course, she had to agree because she loves you. Same with Ally she loves you two so she got stuck with me too.”
Mina shakes her head as she crouches down on the ground in front of you. Ally is quick to help her along so she doesn't hurt herself.
“Now you listen to me little one. I didn't get stuck with you. Cordelia and I both chose to raise you as our own. We loved you from the moment we saw you. I'll admit I was scared at first. I didn't think I could be a mother. But here you were this tiny baby who had me wrapped from the moment you opened your eyes. You've shown me love, and happiness, and I for one am extremely honored to be your mother. We chose you and you chose us.” Mina says with tears in her eyes as she kisses your head.
“As for me, I knew about you as soon as I met your mothers. They couldn't stop talking about you. I knew what I was walking into. However, I never imagined loving you so quickly. It was as if we were all meant to be. You're my child and that will never change.” Ally smiles.
You chuckled as you hugged her. Cordelia smiles as she helps Mina up.
“Y/n we were going to tell you once I was further along. But I should have talked to you before. I love you more than anything in the world. You're my sunshine, my sweet beautiful baby girl. I am and will always be your Mom.”
You smiled as you hugged her tightly.
“Let's get you back to the house little one,” Mina says as she and Ally lead you and Cordelia back home.
It's Saturday night and you can't wait to spend it with your girlfriend. Yes, Wilhelmina Venable will be solely yours for the next two days and that makes you happy. What better way to spend the night than cuddling up with your favorite person, eating snacks, and watching movies?
You already brought the snacks and drinks and set them up while Mina got the movie ready. You finally talked her into watching Harry Potter and you couldn’t wait. You just finished setting everything up when your cell phone starts ringing. Looking down at the screen you smile.
“Hey, Becca.”
“Hey girl what you doing?” The girl asks loudly clearly already out on the town.
“Hanging out with my girl,” you said winking at Mina.
The redhead rolls her eyes but you can see the faint blush that coats her cheeks.
“Oh damn. I was going to ask if you wanted to come out tonight.”
“Ohh. Sorry, I already have plans. Maybe we can do it another night?”
“Boo, you’re no fun. Well Alright, I'll talk to you later You two lovebirds have fun. byeeee.”
“Bye.” You laughed as you ended the call. You smiled softly as you cut the lights off in the living room leaving only the glow from the TV.
Mina settles in on the couch as you put your phone down on the coffee table and cuddle up beside her. You buried yourself under the big warm blanket and cuddled in further to Mina’s side resting your head on her chest.
“What did Becca want?” She asked.
“She wanted to know if I was going out tonight and I told her no.”
The redhead hummed as she played in your hair.
“You know you could go if you wanted to.”
“What?”
“I said you could go out if you wanted to.”
“Okay? But I don’t.” You said dismissively.
“Alright.”
“Why would you say that?” You asked sitting up to look at her face.
“What?”
“Do you want me to go?” You asked quietly.
“Of course not my love.”
“Then why…?”
“ I just meant…I. I don’t want you to miss out on things because of me. You’re young y/n you should be out having a good time.”
“But I’m having a good time here with you. Somewhere I would much rather be. I don’t want to be out getting wasted when I can spend the night in with you.”
The redhead sighs. “Just know that I would never stop you from having fun and spending time with your friends.”
“I know.” You said with a small giggle. “But tonight I want to spend time with my girl.”
“Ugh. Do not call me that.” She grumbled rolling her eyes.
You smiled as you kissed her temple, then her eyelids, her cheeks, her chin, and then her lips.
Wilhelmina Venable, Cordelia Goode, Billie Dean Howard, x Reader.
Today Mina had a doctor's appointment and normally she would allow at least one of you to accompany her but that was not the case today.
Lately, Mina has been pulling away from the three of you. You could feel the distance and it was taking a toll on you and your girlfriends. Cordelia took it the hardest, she's used to the redhead opening up to her. Billie knows how stubborn Mina can be and knows eventually she will come around.
But with the redhead continuously shutting them out time and time again they start to lose hope. Today, for example, Mina came home pissed off at the world slamming the front door behind her. She ignored Cordelia’s attempted hug, her questions, and her look of concern. She didn't even spare a glance at you or Billie she simply went upstairs and locked herself away in your shared bedroom.
Defeated once again Cordelia sighed as she sat on the couch. You could hear her soft cries as her shoulders began to shake. Billi rushed to her side pulling her in close.
“Shh. It's alright honey,” she says softly trying to calm her.
“I don't understand. She's been so distant. It's like she wants nothing to do with us.” Cordelia cries.
“Honey, you know that's not true. She's just going through something.” Billie adds as she kisses her forehead.
“I don't know how to fix it. Why won't she let me help?” Cordelia cried.
The sight of your sweet and kind Cordelia crying and giving up lit a fire underneath you. Cordelia was always so calm and understanding but seeing her break down was too much for you. Before you could even register what was happening you were upstairs in front of the bedroom door.
You knocked making your presence known.
“Go away.” the voice called out.
You shook your head opening the door and slamming it shut.
“I said go away!”
“ What is your problem?”
“Y/n, please I have a headache.” the redhead sighs from under the covers.
“No!” you shout snatching the covers back.
“Cordelia is downstairs crying her eyes out because of you. She's hurt and she doesn't understand how to fix it. So tell me what is going on. Please Mina, I just want to help you. To help Cordelia, all of us. What is it?”
Again the redhead says nothing she just looks back at you with a blank stare.
You huffed shaking your head “Fine. That's fine. Don't talk to me about it. But at least talk to Cordelia. She doesn't deserve to be iced out.”
You move towards the door to leave when you hear a sniffle. Turning around you see tears streaming down her face.
“My back is getting worse,” she whispers.
“It's getting worse and the doctors won't be able to help me. The pain will increase and I could eventually lose the ability to use my legs. I didn't tell any of you because I didn't want you to worry. And I didn't tell Cordelia because she already does so much for me. She doesn't deserve to spend the rest of her time on this earth taking care of me. None of you do.”
“When did you receive this news?”
“The doctors told me a couple of weeks ago and today they confirmed it by my scans. It's getting worse.”
You sighed walking towards her. You gently sit beside her on the bed taking her hands in yours.
“Is there any way for us to get a second opinion?”
“It won't matter they will say the same thing.”
“You don't know that…”
“YES, I DO!” she shouts cutting you off.
“Well…if that's what it is then we will take it one day at a time.”
“No! I will not allow you to take care of me!”
“Why not? You’d do the same for me?”
The redhead shakes her head as she stands walking away from you. “You’re too young for this.”
“ You don't get to decide that,” you shout shaking your head at the stubborn woman.
“You can't just go back and forth. I'm old enough to date, I'm old enough to love but I'm too young to make my own choices. That makes no sense.”
“You don't know what you're asking for y/n. This isn't going to be easy. It will be painful, it will be hard for someone to watch. And you won't be able to fix it. You can't fix this y/n!”
“I don't want to fix you, Mina. I just want to be able to love you and care for you the same way you do for me,” you yell as frustration takes over.
“It's not that easy. “
“It is! I love you. You love me. You take care of me and I take care of you. That's it! It's that simple. I'm not going anywhere, Mina! No matter how hard you try to push me away I'm not leaving you!
The redhead sighs staring out of the window trying to keep her tears at bay. You slowly stand and walk to her wrapping your arms gently around her waist.
You breathe in deep as you lay your head on the top of her shoulders.
“I love you, Wilhemina Venable. Cordelia loves you. Billie Dean loves you. We're all in this together. We will not leave your side. And I will spend the rest of my life reminding you if that's what you need.”
“That's what I'm afraid of.”
“Don't be. You're exactly who and what I want. I chose this life, I chose to be here and I would choose you every time.”
The redhead crumbles in your arms as her emotions take over. You hold on to her tightly keeping her upright.
“You're never getting rid of me Mina so stop trying.” you chuckled kissing her temple.
She chuckles as she turns into your arms.
“No, it would seem I've finally met my match. “
“Indeed my love,” you say with a small smile.
You kiss her lips softly before taking her hand in yours.
“Now let's go downstairs, make some coffee and talk to the others about your options okay?”
Cordelia Goode x Mina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader
Today is your birthday and normally you don't make a big fuss about it. You love celebrating others but not really your own. Gift-giving others is always more fun in your opinion. However, your girlfriends had other plans. This was the first birthday you celebrated with them and they wanted to make it memorable.
Billie and Cordelia made sure to cancel all weekend plans for the four you to spend quality time together. They both cooked your favorite meal and Mina brought home some wines for you to try. It was the perfect night. Just a quiet night in with your three favorite women…what more could you ask for?
Billie cleared the table and then she came back quickly as Cordelia grabbed your hand rubbing it softly.
“This has been the best birthday,” you said smiling at the women.
“It's far from over babydoll.” Billie smiles.
“What do you mean?” you asked looking at them in confusion.
“Sweetheart you know how the three of us have our own special place in the house? You know our space for just us,” she says.
You nod. Of course, you knew this. When they bought the house it was just the three of them and each woman wanted a space that was just theirs. Cordelia had a greenhouse built for all of her herbs, and plants, and her spell books.
Billie Dean got her very own walk-in closet which was home to her many expensive bags, clothes, and shoes.
Wilmeina had her office/den that once she entered she was not to be disturbed. Unless you were dying or something. You had never even been in there.
“We wanted you to have your own space as well,” Cordelia says as she softly pulls you up and leads you down the hallway.
“We all thought long and hard about what you might want and we finally came up with an idea,” she says.
“You can change it if you don't like it.” Mine adds quickly.
The three women stand in front of the double doors which you now noticed looked different like they had just had a fresh paint job.
“The home offices?” you asked.
They smiled as they opened the doors. The smell of vanilla and books hit your nose as soon as those doors opened. The office had been removed into one huge library. The walls were floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves. The wood was a dark oak color and the shelves were deep. It looked old and expensive. Some of them had been filled to the brim with the books you already had which you had stashed down here. There was a ladder that would be able to slide across the room.
You smiled “Just like Belle.” you thought to yourself.
Two arms wrapped themselves around your waist as lips kissed your cheek softly.
“Just like Belle my love,” Cordelia said with a smile.
Normally you would be mad about her listing in on your thoughts but right now you were too happy.
You smiled with tears in your eyes as you looked back at them.
“It's so beautiful. I don't deserve all of this.”
“You deserve everything. “ Mina corrects you.
“I. I don't know what to say,” you said shaking your head.
“I. Thank you! All of you. I've never been given something so wonderful. So personal. I'm speechless.” you said looking around the room.
“We all agreed you deserve your own space plus you love to read,” Billie says kissing you softly.
Cordelia nods as she also gives you a small kiss. “Happy Birthday sweetheart.”
“Thank you.” you smiled.
“Thank you. Thank you.” you cheered as you ran and jumped into the fluffy oversized chair that you would definitely be living in once you were in this room.
They giggled “You're Welcome.”
“Listen I know this is my space and all but all three of you are welcome. Especially you Mina I know you love to read,” you said smiling up at the woman.
The redhead walks closer to you and leans down gently to kiss your lips.
“Thank you little one.”
“Thank you!” you smiled looking over the library once again.
“I can't believe y'all did this for me,” you whispered in awe.
The three women smiled at you and then at each other.
“We would do anything for you,” Cordelia said, and the three of them shared a silent agreement.
Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.
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“I said no, of course.” Venable watched how Billie’s chest had begun to move a little faster. She’s nervous. Wilhemina could feel herself starting to grow overwhelmed, and Billie Dean’s fingers no longer felt right tangled in her own. As gentle as she could, Venable pulled her hand away. Billie blinked once, glancing down at their hands. The look that settled on Billie Dean’s face caused Wilhemina to feel even more disappointed in herself. I’m hurting her. But her whole body refused to allow itself to be touched, to be felt, to be noticed as something that existed in physical form. Billie only nodded, waiting for Venable to say something else, anything else. Wilhemina’s jaw was tense again. “B-Billie, what happened between you and Terry?”
For a second, everything Billie Dean could hear was a faint buzz. Slowly, her body recovered from the sudden rush of adrenaline that had just washed down. She licked her dry lips, blinking once or twice. “What did she tell you?” I should have talked to her about it. I should have done it before she had the chance. Venable didn’t answer, she only looked away. Billie frowned a little more, holding her emotions back the best she could. “Wilhie, what did she tell you?”
Wilhie. Venable stared down at the floor, body refusing to allow her voice to come out. She pushed it through. “She just… she told me y-you did the same to her— to Terry… d-date her, I m-mean. And then you—you got tired and just… discarded her.”
“I never dated her,” Billie quickly said. “We went out a few times, but we—we never dated.” Her heart had accelerated its pace, for Billie Dean knew where this was going. “There w-were no feelings, and she was not fired b-because of that. It had nothing to do with o-our so called relationship.” She saw right there in Venable’s eyes how she didn’t seem to believe her. Fuck! Honey eyes filled up with tears. “Wilhemina, I d-don’t know what she told you, b-but it was nothing l-like us. Nothing. It was never serious. We only—we hooked up a few times, but we never even went out on a proper date.”
“Will you get tired of me, too?” It was barely a whisper, but one that came in a strong tone and as cold as ice. Venable hated herself for allowing it to come out like that, for allowing her walls to control her like that. Her posture was rigid again, both hands on the cane and head up high. Defensive. Scared.
“I will not.” There was no doubt in that. Billie gulped the lump in her throat. “I d-didn’t get tired of h-her. No one k-knows what happened.” A tear slid down. Billie Dean paid no attention to it. Her hands ached to just hold the woman in front of her. “W-Wilhie… Wilhie, please… I—I don’t k-know what else to tell y-you.” Another tear slipped down, followed by another, and another. She sniffled, never once looking away from Venable. Stop crying, for fuck’s sake!
“Tell me w-what happened.” Wilhemina’s voice trembled, betraying the coldness of her posture. Too many things went through her mind, each one of them taking her to a worst place.
With her eyebrows drawing close together, Billie Dean sniffled. She nodded as she took a deep breath. “Not here.” Venable frowned. “Meet me in the garage in five minutes.”
“Why?”
“T-trust me?”
Wilhemina bit her inner cheek. Staring at those honey oceans that always carried so much kindness, she wondered how could she ever say no to Billie Dean. How could she ever deny her anything when she stared at her with eyes so full of tears and so full of fear. She nodded, and in a gush of even more trust, reached to squeeze one of Billie’s hands. I never meant to hurt her. “I do.”
Taking another deep breath, Billie squeezed Venable’s hand back. “I p-promise I’ll give you a-all the answers.”
Wilhemina nodded. The sight was breaking her heart. Hesitantly, she let Billie Dean’s hand go and followed back to her table, heart beating fast.
Alone in her office, Billie Dean sat back down on her chair. She tried taking a deep breath, but a sob cut through. She felt ashamed. She felt judged by something Venable hadn’t even seen yet. Covering her eyes with her palms, Billie forced her body to calm down; this time, air filled her lungs slowly, completely. Her body craved for nicotine yet again, and she didn’t have another choice but to give in. Reaching for her purse, Billie Dean grabbed a cigarette from the pack she had there along with a lighter and walked to the huge window of her office, opening it carefully. She took drag after drag with eyes staring at nothing at all, focused on blurring colors as she kept herself trapped in all the thoughts that ran through her mind. What if she decides I’m too much for her? Finding someone like Venable had been so hard… it wouldn’t have been anyone but Wilhemina.
It didn’t take long for Venable to get up and walk to the elevator, nail picking on the skin of her thumb— an unconscious, nervous habit. She did notice how Emma stared at her, clearly curious, clearly angry, clearly wanting to get up and follow her to know what was happening. She wouldn’t have the nerve. As Wilhemina stepped into the elevator and the doors closed, she sighed in relief for being the only one there. Her stomach turned as the floors started to go down, mind on Billie, focus on Billie, heart on Billie. What could be so bad? What even could have happened that could be so bad? Why am I so scared? Venable knew why… what if she were being used? What if the Billie Dean she knew was a lie carefully constructed to play some sort of trick on her? I knew it was too good to be true. Billie gave her no reason to think that way, but the part of Wilhemina that refused to see any good on herself screamed louder. As the elevator stopped and the doors opened again, Venable hesitantly followed into a more secluded area of the garage. She hadn’t seen Billie Dean pass through the main office, which meant she wasn’t there yet. She stood there waiting, nibbling on her inner cheek at the same pace her nail dug on her skin. Not even five minutes later, the doors to the elevator opened to reveal Billie, with her sunglasses on and purse in hand. Venable watched her from the corner of her eye, hand squeezing the cane harshly.
As Billie Dean looked around in search of Wilhemina, she caught herself still sniffling the remaining of her tears. Her eyes had grown red and swollen, and her mascara had been all smudged—she tried wiping it off, and at least it got somewhat presentable. Sunglasses were always a lifesaver, though. Her head picked up as she saw a hint of purple, and she watched as Venable stood there so nervous she couldn’t hide it this time. Billie sighed. Please, don’t change your mind. “Hi,” she said softly as she approached Wilhemina.
Turning around, Venable smiled a little. “Hi. She’s wearing glasses. Wilhemina wanted to lean closer and kiss her lips; wanted to hold her hand, comfort her and caress her fingers. But her body refused to allow it, standing on the ground with feet glued on it and refusing to draw closer.
Billie gulped again, eyes falling down. “My car is—is to the left.”
“Your car?” Venable frowned.
Billie Dean nodded. “I need—I want to show you the whole thing.” Her eyes hesitantly moved back to brown ones. Wilhemina looked even more confused. I won’t be able to wait until we get there. Every second that Venable stared at her like that broke her heart a tiny bit more. But also, what was the best to do? Wilhemina was a very logical person, and so perhaps the best was, indeed, to wait.
Venable’s first reaction was to deny getting away from the workplace while she was, technically, working. But Billie Dean was the boss, and even if she weren’t, Billie Dean was her priority right now. So she nodded and followed Billie along until they got to her car. “Thank you,” she nearly whispered as she got in, holding her cane on her lap as Billie Dean closed the door.
“Of course.” Billie walked to the driver’s side and got in as well. She took a deep breath as she buckled up, and then she took her glasses off and turned on the car. Wilhemina watched her closely, eyes tracing each and every line of her. I’m so embarrassed.
Her eyes are blotchy. Venable’s thumb was back at picking on her skin. “Where are we going?” She asked after a second. The car was already moving, and as Wilhemina took a deep breath she realized just how much it smelled like Billie Dean. I want to hold her.
“My house.” Billie licked her lips as she looked over to the sides before moving forward.
“Your house?” What could they possibly do at Billie Dean’s house? Venable was lost; completely lost. She watched as Billie nodded. “Why?”
Billie bit her inner cheek, fingers silently drumming on the wheel. Her stomach kept on twirling. “The… the documents are a-all there.” Her eyes started to grow teary again. She sniffled.
Documents? Wilhemina was starting to grow worried—not for her feelings, not for her trauma, but for Billie Dean. She had seen Billie worried and nervous like that before, and it was never something good. Reach for her hand. Venable eyed them on the wheel. “Billie, you’re worrying me.”
Wiping a tear away, Billie Dean sighed. After a minute or two, she finally gathered the courage to speak again. “I’m scared,” she breathed out. They stopped at a red light, so she was able to look at Venable.
Oh no. Wilhemina didn’t know what to do, how to react, how to comfort Billie when she herself needed comfort. “W-why?” Her voice trembled. Her nerves started to grow agitated. Hiding her feelings had become hard all of a sudden.
“B-because.” Billie Dean sniffled again. Her eyes refused to stay dry. “Terry, she… no one k-knows about i-it. I’ve been d-dealing with that alone, n-no one knows. And I’m scared y-you’ll look at me differently when you f-find out.”Gulping yet again, Venable shook her head. The light turned green, they moved forward. Billie kept on sniffling as she drove, wiping the running tears away the best she could.
Wilhemina had grown quiet again. Would anything be able to make me look at her differently? It wasn’t fair to think something could; not with how Billie Dean had treated her so far, not with the amount of comfort that woman brought to her. She wouldn’t do something that could cause me to look at her differently. Struggling to pass through the walls, Venable began to dig a hole. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, thumb now bleeding. I don’t want to lose her. Haven’t my ways taken too much from me already? Every single time Wilhemina happened to be struggling around Billie, she had been anything but kind, loving, sweet. It’s not fair I don’t do the same. Venable wanted to do the same. She dug and dug and dug until she could see a small amount of the outside, and then she opened her eyes again. Billie Dean kept her waterfall eyes on the road. “B-Billie,” she barely managed to whisper. They stopped at a red light again. Their eyes met. She’s terrified. “I… I l-like you for who you a-are. That’s n-not changing.” Taking all the strength she could, Wilhemina reached for Billie Dean’s free hand. She tangled their fingers and caressed it, feeling the soft skin against her own.
With her face scrunching up with tears, Billie shook her head. Her eyes fell down to their hands, and she squeezed Venable’s back as if it were the last time she would be able to do so. “I-I’m ashamed of what happened,” that was all she managed to whisper.
Wilhemina’s frown grew. She knew that feeling well… almost too well. She kept on caressing the fingers tangled in hers, watching as Billie Dean cried more and more. I should stop talking. She’s driving. Billie had to calm down. “Just… just know I’m here with y-you.”
With another nod, Billie Dean got back to driving. She sniffled nonstop, trying to bring her nerves down. With her hand tangled in Venable’s, her chest filled with air a tiny bit easier.
The rest of the ride was quiet. Billie used the time to calm herself down as best as she could, and Wilhemina never once let her hand go; it was the best she could do right now. When they got to Billie Dean’s house, her eyes were dry and only slightly red. She reached for her purse and opened the garage, gently letting go of Venable’s hand as she parked the car. When the engine stopped, Billie took a deep breath. So did Wilhemina.
“Eleanor must be here,” Billie Dean broke the silence. It took a minute for Venable to remember whom Eleanor was, but she nodded anyways. Billie got out of the car and walked to the other side, ready to open the door for Wilhemina; she was already getting out. I need another cigarette. As they followed inside, Venable caught herself regretting not bringing her purse along. She had her bottle of Valium there, and even though she had already taken one today, the fear of a panic attack raising was very much present right now. Billie Dean didn’t dare offering a hand to Wilhemina. Right now, she honestly didn’t feel like she deserved to be held by anyone. The living room was substantially tidier this time Venable noticed, and the whole house smelled like a flower she couldn’t quite point to. “Eleanor?” Billie called. In no more than five minutes, a blonde, pale woman walked into the living room holding a cloth.
“Hello, Ms. Howard. I didn’t expect you here so early.”
Ms. Howard. Billie Dean had already asked Eleanor not to call her like that, but she didn’t have the energy to bring that up right now. “It’s alright. Is everything okay? Could you get settled well?”
“Yes. Thank you, Ms. Howard.” The woman smiled. Wilhemina watched how she eyed her once, smile never leaving her lips. She also took notice of how, even though very much distressed, Billie Dean was still as nice as always. How can I ever see her differently? “I’m cleaning the downstairs bathroom and the pool area right now. Should I clean something else first? Would you like me to prepare you lunch?”
Billie shook her head. “It’s perfect as it is, Eleanor. Thank you so much. There’s no need to prepare us lunch, and when you feel like eating, use the house phone and order whatever you’d like, as always.”
“Right.” Eleanor nodded. “Thank you, Ms. Howard. I’ll go back to doing my job, if you need anything just call me.”
“Alright.” Billie Dean offered her the best smile she could. Excusing herself, Eleanor disappeared on the back door. Taking another deep breath, Billie turned to Venable. Going upstairs is hard for her. “I’ll go grab the documents.”
Wilhemina nodded; her chest clenched from how defeated Billie Dean looked. As Billie disappeared upstairs, Venable caught herself sighing. She walked to the couch and took a seat, hands nervously squeezing the cane. Her eyes scanned the room she had seen only once before, trying to distract herself with the details she could capture: the awards on the shelf, the TV that could almost be mistaken by a painting of birds, the beautiful chandelier. It’s all Billie Dean. Venable adored everything. She looked down at her hands and noticed dry blood on the thumb she had been picking on. She bit her lower lip. I should wash it. But Eleanor had said she was cleaning the bathroom, and she didn’t even know where it was. Plus, she didn’t feel comfortable just walking around Billie Dean’s house. I wouldn’t mind if she did so in mine. Somehow it felt different. Footsteps took her away from her thoughts, and so Wilhemina looked up from her hands to watch as Billie approached her with a folder in hand, head down. She gulped.
Here we go. Billie took a deep breath as she sat down next to Venable. Without saying anything, she just handed her the folder. Wilhemina stared at her in confusion. Billie Dean licked her dry lips. “It’s all there,” she said quietly.
It was hesitant, but Venable slowly began to read the papers. Honey eyes watched her closely, already wanting to grow teary again. Fiery eyebrows kept on drawing closer together. I should have brought my glasses. Taking a deep breath as she read the first document, her eyes grew in size as she realized what she was reading. “She’s blackmailing you?!” Wilhemina turned to look at Billie Dean, whom only nodded with her head down. Venable’s frown grew. “Why are you ashamed of it? She’s the one who should be ashamed.”
“Keep—keep on going…”
Instantly, Wilhemina did so. As she turned to the next page, a few screenshots were printed there, along with chunks of texts explaining the context of them. Venable kept on reading further, and suddenly, when she moved to another page, explicit pictures of Billie—clearly taken without her consent—were printed right there, in color and all. Wilhemina’s eyes grew even more and she quickly closed the file. As she moved to look at Billie Dean, she found her still looking down at the floor, lip trembling as she held back the tears. Venable shook her head. “Billie… Billie, look at me.” She saw the way Billie Dean squeezed her eyes shut, tears cascading down. Venable bit her lip harshly. Just grab her hand already. Hesitantly and ignoring the voices in her head that screamed Billie would get mad at her somehow, Venable reached for one of her hands. Billie Dean opened her eyes and slowly looked at Wilhemina. She offered her a sad smile. “Angel… this is not y-your fault.” Too many things spiraled through her mind, but Wilhemina was determined to keep her focus on Billie. What if she’s lying? There was no way Billie Dean would lie about that, with proof and everything. And Venable knew it. Still, her mind tried taking what was good from her, as it always did. Not this time. Not Billie Dean. Trusting was so fucking hard… but Billie deserved it. She had deserved every single leap of faith she had taken for her.
Seeing Wilhemina through the tears was hard, and so Billie Dean clenched her hand for dear life. Her ears buzzed with adrenaline and shame, body shaking slightly. “Those p-pictures… I’ve… she is threatening t-to sell t-them—“ a sob cut through. Billie shook her head and covered her eyes with her palm, sniffling deeply.
Venable shook her head as her blood started to boil. Who the fuck does she think she is? She clenched her jaw harshly. Wilhemina saw red. She wanted to let Billie Dean know just what she thought about that woman, and she almost started to speak before she forced herself to stop: Saturday morning slipped in her mind, how she had exploded when she heard about the threats from Emma, and how that had made Billie uncomfortable, scared. And that was the last thing she wanted right now. So Venable took a deep breath and found a way to shove her rage aside somewhere—anywhere. And then her mind got quiet. And her body stopped trembling. And she found herself… sad. Sad for seeing what the world did to Billie Dean despite it being cruel to herself, too. And her eyes grew misty, so misty they slowly overflowed. But she didn’t care; not now, not with a person she cared so much. What were emotions if not rage? For the first time in a long time, Wilhemina simply felt. “Billie…” She moved closer, because she trusted Billie Dean would never scream at her for showing affection. “Billie Dean… come h-here.” She let her hand go to wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer until Billie laid her head on her chest. And then she cradled her tightly, lovingly, fingers tangling in blonde hair and caressing it. Billie Dean kept on sobbing loudly while she clenched everything Wilhemina she could reach. Venable felt her cheeks getting wetter and wetter, but she simply let it be. Her nose buried into Billie’s hair, taking a deep breath. “It’s okay,” she whispered. The sound of Billie Dean’s sobs was one she didn’t think she had ever heard before, and it caused Venable to wonder just how long had she been holding them back, how long had she been postponing all these emotions she was meant to let go so long ago. Billie had always told Wilhemina she needed a break, and perhaps the break was not only physical. The urge to protect something wasn’t usual for Venable—it had happened only twice her whole life, first with Olivia, and then with Purpura—but it was undeniable how it had been growing with Billie Dean; perhaps now it had reached its peak.
As much as Billie tried, she just couldn’t take a proper breath, she just couldn’t stop the sobs from cutting through—so she accepted it. She accepted the fear, the shame, the anger at herself and whatever else and simply cried. She cried and cried as she held onto Wilhemina, trying to trade all her pain for lavender so only the purple crowded her senses and emotions. Her eyes hurt, her nose had grown red, and her body had finally stopped shaking after what seemed to be hours. When she finally gathered enough strength to look up at Venable again, she found her cheeks wet as well, eyes caring concern, comfort, worry and care. She sniffled the best she could and pulled away to properly look at her. “I f-feel like a whore,” she murmured lowly. Wilhemina blinked twice, clearly surprised by the words. “I feel s-so stupid with t-these pictures… how could I not see w-what she was doing?” Hadn’t she cried all she had inside, more tears would for sure come one more time. Billie Dean took a deep, shaky breath. She reached for one of Venable’s hands again, caressing it between her own. “I-I’m so ashamed of it all… I’m so scared y-you’ll think I-I do that with everyone.”
Instantly, Wilhemina shook her head. “Don’t say that, Billie…” Only now she reached to wipe her cheeks clean. “She took advantage of you, none of that is your fault.”
“B-but I did sleep with her because I wanted to.”
Ouch. The thought bothered Venable. She focused on logic. “And there’s nothing wrong with that. But she chose to take advantage, she chose to take those pictures without your consent, and that was entirely on her.” Wilhemina did her best to keep her voice caring, soft.
Billie Dean sighed. “We never e-even went out on a date… it was p-purely sex… meaningless… stupid.” She shook her head and looked away, back at the floor. Venable gulped uncomfortably; it was definitely not pleasant to think about Billie kissing someone else, let alone having sex with them. It was a tough realization for Wilhemina, to understand that she was, in fact, jealous. Not that it mattered right now, not that it mattered at all. So many forgotten emotions rolled through her body, making it hard to think clearly. “I think w-we saw each other maybe f-four or five times… in s-six months. I d-didn’t feel good about it anymore… about feeling u-used the next day, every t-time.” Slowly, honey eyes moved back to brown ones. Venable squeezed her hand gently, encouraging her to keep going. “I t-told her I’d love t-to remain friends, b-but I didn’t want the sex anymore. She g-got really mad at me, told me I had been leaning her on, that I s-should have been honest from day one. I w-was… I t-told her after it h-happened the first time, after a p-party for wrapping up the last season of the show, we w-were both drunk… I barely remember it.” Billie shook her head. “I t-told her it h-had been a mistake, she offered for u-us to be casual… I figured i-it wouldn’t be a problem, s-she saw other people, she seemed nice e-enough even though I k-knew there was nothing romantic there for m-me…” A low, bitter chuckle left Billie Dean’s lips. She sighed. “Her w-work had never been the b-best, but she d-did the job and that w-was sufficient… or so I thought. I e-ended up finding numerous mistakes some time later, two o-or three months after w-we stopped seeing each other. I tried t-talking to her, a-asked her to be more careful… she i-insisted I was punishing her for s-some reason… so I h-had to fire her. She told everyone i-it had to do with our relationship—we d-didn’t even have a relationship, n-not in the way she implied, and she was aware of that. Gosh, she tried sleeping w-with Jenny for fuck’s sake!” Wilhemina watched Billie quietly, giving her the time she needed to let it all out. “A day a-after many accusatory t-texts, she sent me t-the first picture. A week later, I h-had all of them along w-with threats of selling them t-to the media if I d-didn’t agree t-to pay her a fee for f-firing her—which had already b-been paid, but she demanded for more. I g-gave in at first… she kept on asking for more… finally, I c-contacted my lawyer. We are… we’re building a c-case…” Billie Dean looked down again. It was all laid out now, clear as day for Venable to see and understand and judge as she pleased. Billie had nothing else to lose. I should have never slept with her, Billie’s mind shouted, I should have contacted my lawyer before, I should have stopped after the first time, I should have, I should have, I should have, I should have…
Digesting everything would take some time, but Wilhemina certainly would. She kept on caressing Billie Dean’s hand, heart beating fast, eyes glossy. What could she even say to that? Billie stared at her as if she were waiting for Venable to decide her faith on death penalty or not, eyes big, lip trapped between her teeth. Wilhemina blinked once, causing matching tears to slip down. Billie frowned in fear. “I d-don’t know what t-to tell you,” she began, slow and gentle and caring and just so unsure of how to word all these foreign emotions. “But I’m here for you. I’m h-here with you. This is not your fault, Billie Dean… none of it is your fault. You did nothing w-wrong, and it breaks m-my heart to see how much that woman i-is causing you to suffer.” Another tear slipped down. “You don’t deserve it,” she nearly breathed out, cheeks getting drenched again. She fought not to allow her eyes to overflow too much, but it was useless.
I’ve never seen her cry before. It shouldn’t, but it caused Billie to worry even more. In her nervous state, comprehending the size of the intimacy she had just reached was nearly impossible. “Don’t c-cry…” With her free hand, Billie Dean carefully wiped a tear away from Venable’s cheeks.
“Why were you so a-shamed of telling me that?” Wilhemina leaned her cheek on Billie’s palm, eyes and hand never leaving hers.
Billie Dean gulped. Her thumb caressed Venable’s cheekbone, stomach twisting and turning in nervous patterns still. “Because I j-judge myself… so I was s-scared you’d judge me, too… and I would l-lose you…”
“I would never judge y-you for that, angel…” The worry dimple was back between Wilhemina’s eyebrows. She turned her head to place a kiss on Billie Dean’s hand.
“I-it’s not just that… I just… you are so—so classy and so intelligent and absolutely captivating and I…” Billie sighed. “I’ve slept w-with women I barely k-knew because I decided a relationship was n-not for me. I went to bars, I had o-one-night stands, I had given up on love because h-how could anyone decide my ways were worth it? And n-now that you’re here I just… I feel so ashamed.”
Oh. The voices inside Venable’s head wanted to start talking again, whispering all kinds of degrading things towards herself. Wilhemina fought hard, refusing to allow them to win; they wouldn’t this time, for now she was not alone anymore, for now she had Billie Dean. She’ll stop liking you as soon as she realizes you have no experience in anything. She probably saw hundreds of bodies that are better than yours. Did Billie even do something worth the crucifying her mind always did? Wasn’t she a single, grown woman who felt comfortable enough to explore a thing society deemed as so absolutely wrong? And for what reason? Why was it wrong? It was definitely not Billie’s fault that she didn’t have experiences as such, that she felt so uncomfortable in her own skin. “You don’t have to be ashamed for h-having a life, Billie.” She sat up straight. Honey eyes looked away as Billie Dean brought her hand back towards herself, nervously playing with her fingers that previously caressed Wilhemina’s cheek. “So what you had one-night stands? So what y-you’ve slept with women you met at bars? That doesn’t make you less of a person, Billie. It doesn’t make you unworthy of love. You could have slept with a different woman a day for all I care, and that wouldn’t make a difference to how I feel towards you.” She hadn’t slept with anyone in years, and she still felt unworthy of love, too… why did it even matter, after all?
“It was—it wasn’t even one per week, probably one-night stand a month,” Billie Dean murmured.
“It’s just an example,” Venable said softly. Billie nodded. Wilhemina smiled sadly. I love her. She nibbled on her lip as she thought, pondering her words. “O-of course I don’t enjoy thinking a-about you sleeping with other people… but it’s because—it’s because I…” I want you to myself. I want to be good enough for you. “I imagine you don’t enjoy thinking about me and Emma, either.” Logic. Logic was good.
Billie Dean instantly shook her head as she grimaced slightly. The corners of Wilhemina’s lips turned up, and for a second all the weight on Billie’s shoulders disappeared. The world could end and she would not give a damn as long as she had that woman with her. Leaning closer, Billie Dean kissed Venable right on the lips, lingering there as she felt a hand caressing her cheek. “I don’t ever want to kiss anyone else,” she whispered.
“Me either.” Wilhemina kissed her again, smiling to herself as she held Billie as close as she could, as tight as she could manage.
Breaking the kiss after a moment, Billie Dean stared at brown eyes. Her heart was still beating fast, and her eyes still threatened to grow teary. After a second, she spoke again. “So… do you still wanna be with me?” She murmured.
“What have I just said, silly?”
Billie Dean’s cheeks tinted pink. “I’m just making sure…”
“You’re cute.” Venable leaned to kiss her on the nose, just like Billie did to her. “Yes, I do.” Will she when she sees just how fucked up I am when it comes to intimacy?
Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.
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At night, Wilhemina caught herself missing the warmth of another body next to her. Floratta Blue lingered in the air only slightly, and Venable wished she could smell more of it. Fear clouded her senses before sleep could, trying to trick her, trying to scare her. Wilhemina closed her eyes and thought about Billie; about the kiss they shared just before she entered her car and drove home that evening. Nothing would change in the morning. Nothing would change in the week. Right?
And so Monday morning arrived, and with it came a very self conscious Wilhemina, whom took way more than usual to get ready for the day. Pants, sweaters, skirts…? Have I ever worn a skirt to work? Venable didn’t think so, but when choosing an outfit the purple, mid skirt was the only thing that made her comfortable enough. So the skirt it was, with a purple sweater up and tucked on the waist and purple boots to finish the look. After placing a small kiss on Purpura’s head, Wilhemina followed to Billie Dean Howard & Co., fingers drumming on the wheel and lower lip caught between pearl teeth. Would Emma already be there? Would Billie Dean already be there? Would anyone know? Well, Jenny knew. Would Jenny say something? Blushing was never an option to Venable.
When the doors of the elevador opened on the seventh floor, Wilhemina couldn’t help but gulp. She walked a little slower than usual, with her head up high as it always were and heels clacking on the marble. Everything felt different. As she entered the main office, there was no sign of anyone there yet, but Venable’s heart had picked up in speed anyways. She took a deep breath and set her things down, coat on the backrest and bag on top of the table. The air was chilly, and the Christmas decorations had already been turned on. Brown eyes watched as the lights on the small Christmas tree right in the middle of the room changed colors, contrasting with the white marble that bathed the rest of the room. I do like how these look. Perhaps Wilhemina would hang a light or two in her house… maybe Billie Dean could help? She has her own life. Venable didn’t expect them to spend every second of their lives together, after all. Hell, she didn’t even know how Billie would feel this morning. I miss her lips already. Shaking the thought off, Wilhemina walked to the kitchen in order to get herself some coffee.
Billie Dean was always hungry, that was no news, but this morning she made sure to stop at a bakery nearby and get both herself and Wilhemina a croissant. When she took the first step into the office, Billie couldn’t help but be somewhat glad she had woken up earlier than usual due to the excitement of seeing a certain someone today. When her alarm went off in the morning, Billie Dean had already been getting dressed with a warm sweater and jeans. Honey eyes lighted up softly when she saw the purple purse on top of Venable’s table. Billie looked around; there seemed to be no one else in the office but the two of them. She bit her lower lip, purse on her forearm and bag of croissants in hand. “Wilhie?” she called softly.
In the kitchen, Wilhemina had already poured two mugs of warm coffee. W and BD. She barely had time to take a first sip before the sweet voice invaded her ears. Suddenly, her heart that had only now started to calm down began to beat fast again. The corners of her lips already arched up, and her skin wanted to turn red. Venable cleared her throat. “In the kitchen,” she called back.
With a smile that nearly went from ear to ear, Billie Dean bit her lower lip and walked that way. She peeked into the kitchen and her heart skipped a beat; how was it possible that Wilhemina looked even prettier than the night before? “Hi,” she said softly. She’s wearing a skirt. Billie tried not staring.
“Hi.” Venable allowed her hips to rest against the counter before setting the mug down on it. Her cane now rested on her thigh, beside her. She looked at honey eyes. I’ve missed her.
Gosh, she’s fucking gorgeous. Billie slowly walked into the kitchen. She placed her purse and the bag of croissants on the table before making her way towards Wilhemina. As she got close to her, Billie Dean found herself nervous; should she kiss her? Would Venable be uncomfortable if she did? I prefer to be wrong for giving her affection than for making her think I don’t want to be around her. That had already happened once, and it was one too many times for Billie’s liking. With palms a little sweaty and giving time for Wilhemina to pull away if she wanted to, Billie Dean reached to caress Venable’s hips. Her thumbs traced the rough cloth of her skirt, eyes glued on dark brown ones. Wilhemina seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, for no air seemed to get in or out of her lungs. Billie licked her lips. “Can I kiss you?” she whispered. Venable nodded and closed the gap between them right away, eyes closing as she savored the cherry she had been craving since the day before. Their kiss was slow, tender, and when they pulled away, Billie Dean felt a hand caressing her own waist back, and another cupping her cheek. She leaned against the palm. Their eyes reconnected. Billie thought she was about to melt with how deep Wilhemina stared at her. “I’ve missed you,” she said without really thinking, for thinking was hard when she had Venable’s lips so close to her own.
The words sent a shiver down Wilhemina’s body. She felt her chest engulfing in something warm, something good. “I’ve missed you, too.” She bit her lower lip, trying to stop a smile from spreading too widely on her cheeks. “You look beautiful.” I can’t feel the tobacco anymore.
“Look who’s saying,” Billie Dean teased. “With that pretty skirt.”
“Oh,” Wilhemina chuckled. Her cheeks tinted as her eyes looked away from Billie’s. I should have chosen the trousers… Her insides wanted to grow with discomfort from being noticed, but how actually uncomfortably was it? To be noticed like that, with a compliment, with loving eyes? Venable wasn’t used to that. “How are you?” She asked, trying desperately to get the focus away from herself. The hand on Billie Dean’s cheek now pulled a strand of blonde hair away from honey eyes, and then it slipped down to rest on the small of Billie’s back, lacing there with her other one. Billie Dean slightly stepped closer in order to get more comfortable. We’re in the middle of the office.
She’s shy. Billie knew she had to take it easy with compliments, but that wasn’t necessarily a natural thing for her to do; Billie Dean valued honesty, and so she was honest, too. “I’m alright, thank you. What about you?”
“Me too.” Venable struggled to keep the blush of her cheeks contained, for it wanted to jump out and crawl all over the skin of her body. I would never allow Emma to kiss me in the kitchen like that. “I’ve poured you some coffee.” Wilhemina looked over to the mug with the ‘BD’ initials on top of the counter; she wanted to pull away and grab it, hand it to Billie, but her hands seemed to fit so well on Billie Dean’s body they refused to move. Billie didn’t seem to mind; not at all, for she stood there comfortably, her own hands resting on Venable’s shoulders and caressing them.
“Thank you, darling.” Billie looked over to the mug before looking back at Wilhemina. She’s always thinking of me. With her lip between her pearl teeth again, Billie Dean stared at dark brown eyes. It feels so good to be here, with her.Her thumbs began to trace soft patterns on Venable’s cheekbones, feeling the warmth that radiated from the skin there. After a second, she spoke again. “Thank you for keeping me in mind.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, Billie.” Wilhemina’s voice was quieter as well. She gulped, lips tingling from being just inches away from Billie Dean’s. We’re in the middle of the office, the thought slipped in again. I don’t think I care much about it right now. They were alone, after all. “I keep you in mind because you matter to me.” Shut up. You’re talking too much.
You matter to me. Billie would tattoo these words in her heart. Opening a sweet smile, she leaned to peck Venable’s lips, lingering there a little. All of the degrading voices disappeared right there and then inside Wilhemina’s mind. “You matter to me a lot,” Billie whispered, soon kissing Venable again. It was even slower this time, even more tender. Their lips met again and again in a sweet symphony, enjoying each other, savoring the touch. Until heels began to be heard from the main office. Wilhemina was the one to pull away this time, instantly reaching for her cane and standing up straight. Billie Dean got the cue and took a step back. Quick change. She would respect Venable’s ways.
“Sorry,” Wilhemina blurted out, because Billie looked a little lost and because she was not dumb. “I just—I don’t want to embarrass you. We’re at the workplace, after all.”
Embarras me? Billie Dean shook her head. It was not the time nor place to discuss that, though. “You could never embarras me,” she said instead, only to make sure Venable wouldn’t dwell on that until they could actually talk about it. “Besides… I’m the boss. It’s my workplace.” With a teasing smirk, Billie winked at Wilhemina and reached for her mug of coffee. The blush that spread all over Venable’s chest and cheeks was priceless. She let out a chuckle, taking a sip of coffee as she eyed Wilhemina. She did hate me for it back then. What a funny contrast.
Oh. Venable gulped. Again. Her legs got weak for a second, and her lower stomach turned into a puddle of something. She bit her lower lip, failing to stop it from curling up at the corners. “Indeed.” After clearing her throat, Wilhemina reached for her mug as well. I feel… a thing. The coffee didn’t feel as hot anymore.
Just as Billie Dean was about to tease Wilhemina again, chatter and more chatter filled the atmosphere. People had arrived, and so she looked at Venable and quickly leaned to peck her on the cheek. “If you’re hungry, there’s two croissants in the bag,” she whispered and pulled away.
Holding back a giggle, Wilhemina nodded. Her cheeks had grown even redder with the kiss, and she bit her lip tightly so no one would catch her grinning like an idiot. “Thank you,” she whispered back. Billie Dean nodded and took another sip of coffee, lips tugged up. The chattering began to get louder, and so dark brown eyes moved to the door; in no time, Emma and Jenny stepped inside the kitchen as they chatted about nothing at all.
“… but it’s stupid how they made it out to be ab—“ Emma stopped right in her tracks. Emerald oceans stared at Wilhemina, and then at Billie.
“Hi—hi!” Jenny blurted out as her eyes grew to the size of the Moon.
Fuck. Billie Dean felt her hands tightening the grip on her mug. She gulped. Her body suddenly craved for nicotine. “Hi.” From the corner of her eye, she saw how Venable stood up straight, head up high and free hand on her cane, holding it firmly.
Wilhemina wanted to jump on Emma and slap that stupid face of hers, but she was a woman of decency. So she decided she’d just be as far away from her as she possibly could. I can’t leave Billie Dean alone to deal with that. God only knew what Emma would say to Billie, and Venable would not forgive herself for allowing that to happen. Again. So she cleared her throat and took another sip of coffee. Silence had made itself room. Her eyes nearly pierced through Emma as she now focused on her. “Good morning,” her words were firm and collected, as cold as ice. They sent a message. Billie Dean’s body filled with goosebumps: how was it possible that Wilhemina managed to change her posture and mask her aura so swiftly?
“Good morning, Ms. Venable.” Jenny shifted her weight from one foot to another, clearly uncomfortable. Wilhemina hummed back at her.
“Good morning, Wilhemina.” Emma smiled cynically, voice raising in tone as she noticeably meant to mock her. “How is your cat?” Green eyes never once left dark brown ones.
With her knuckles turning white from squeezing the cane so much, Venable felt her molars hurting. Her jaw felt as rigid as a rock from tensing it so much. Who did Emma think she was? To mock her like that, to ask her about Purpura like that? It’s your fault. She’s mocking you and you deserve it for letting her in your life when you know you’re meant to be alone. Her heart picked up in speed. Breathing was becoming hard. “That is none of your business.” Even though her body wanted to start trembling, Wilhemina’s voice was as steady as it always were.
Uh-oh. Billie gulped. From all the things she had expected Emma to do, rub the intimacy she had had with Venable was definitely not something she had seen coming. And for her to use that tone with Wilhemina was expected even less. She eyed Venable. Her muscles are nearly exploding underneath the skin of her neck. Billie Dean feared she’d break a tooth or two. I want to hold her hand. It was not the place nor the time to do so. “Jenny, do you have the pictures you told me about?” She quickly said before Emma could try and answer to Wilhemina.
“Y-yes. It’s in your e-mail.”
“Perfect.” Billie now turned to Emma, whom kept that stupid smirk on her face. “Emma, how is the report I asked you for going? If I remember correctly, the deadline was today.”
“Correct. And it will be on your desk by the end of the day.” Emma nodded, arms crossed and chest puffed out.
“I should go to my desk,” Venable held her mug tightly and began to make her way out of the kitchen. She needed a Valium, and she needed it now. Her mind was starting to grow hazy, and she kept forgetting to breathe.
Something’s off. Billie Dean looked at Venable, watching how she walked as stiff as a wall, nails white on the cane. She wanted to go after her, but would that be the right thing to do right now? In the workplace? With how reserved Wilhemina was? Billie felt herself a little lost. “Jenny, we should—we should get going.”
“Right.” The girl nearly jumped up, leaving the room as fast as she could. Billie Dean followed behind, leaving Emma alone in the kitchen. When the door of Billie’s office closed, Jenny instantly took a deep breath. “She’s pissed.”
“Well, yeah,” Billie chuckled weirdly. “So am I.” Granted, right now she was more worried about Wilhemina than pissed at Emma. With her lip caught between pearl teeth, she reached for her phone in her purse and took a seat. Her thumbs worked swiftly as she wrote a text to Venable: ’Are you alright? Do you need anything? Text me or come to my office if you do.’ When she looked back up, Jenny had already taken a seat as well. “The nerve of that woman…” she murmured after a second.
The girl licked her lips, nodding slowly. “Yeah… I bumped on her at the elevator, so we ended up getting to the office together.” Is she… explaining herself? “She didn’t mention anything regarding you. Or Ms. Venable.”
Setting her phone aside, Billie Dean shook her head. “There’s no need to explain why you were talking to her, Jenny,” she said softly. “The problem I have with her is between the two of us and Wilhemina.” Noticeably, Jenny relaxed a little on her chair.
“I’m your friend, though. Not Emma’s.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be cordial to her.” The last thing Billie wanted right now was for the office to become a war. “Truly, don’t worry about it. Do what feels right to you.” She reached for one of the girl’s hand, squeezing it softly.
With a small smile, Jenny gave her a nod. She squeezed Billie Dean’s hand back. “How are things with Ms. Venable?”
“They’re alright,” Billie chuckled. “Why do you call her like that?”
“That’s how she introduced herself to me, and I definitely don’t want to get scolded by her.”
Laughing a little louder, Billie Dean shook her head. “She won’t scold you.”
“You don’t know that… plus, she might be sweet to you, but she won’t open up to me like that.”
Billie hummed. She crossed her arms and smirked a little. “Are you scared of her?” Jenny’s cheeks blushed. She gasped. “You are!”
“It’s not my fault! She won’t really talk to me or show any emotions, how can I know what she’s thinking?!”
Laughing yet again, Billie Dean shook her head. “She’s harmless.” The girl hummed. “She really is… and very caring.”
“Go on…”
“Hm?”
“Go on, you owe me some details.” It was Jenny’s turn to let out a smirk.
“Don’t we have work to do?” Billie tried ignoring her own hot cheeks, but the corners of her lips kept on tugging up.
“Don’t even try.”
“Fair.” Billie Dean playfully rolled her eyes. “What do you want to know?” Her voice was a little quieter, now.
“Everything! Is she a good kisser? How’s her house? Have you two survived the weekend without sex?”
“Jenny!” Billie covered her face with her palms. The girl chuckled. “Yes, beautiful, yes.”
“What?”
“Your answers.”
“You can do better than that for the person who practically forced you to tell her how you felt.”
Groaning, Billie Dean peeked through her fingers before setting her hands back down. She bit her lower lip as she thought. “Her touches are… very gentle,” she began slowly. “Her kisses taste like wine, her house smells like lavender and so does her skin… she has a cat who’s the sweetest animal I’ve ever met, and she changes completely when she’s comfortable. She’s always making sure I’m not hungry, nor cold, nor uncomfortable… she hates my cold feet,” she chuckled, eyes far away. “And she is… well, she’s everything I thought she was. We’re both not worried about sex… we talked, got to know more of each other… watched Ratatouille,” she chuckled again. “Ordered food, slept in, spent the day in pajamas… cuddled, stared at each other… kissed a few times… and then Monday came, and we met at the kitchen before, you know...” She blinked twice, honey eyes focusing on Jenny again. The girl had a bright smile as she watched her. “Satisfied?” Billie arched an eyebrow.
“Very much so.” With her smirk growing more and more, Jenny kept on staring at Billie Dean.
“What?” Billie’s cheeks kept on getting hotter.
“Nothing,” Jenny shook her head. She let out a chuckle as she looked down and to her phone, starting to type on it. Billie Dean frowned. “I just think you’re in love,” she said after a minute.
Billie Dean hummed. I am. She reached for her own phone as well. There were no texts from Wilhemina, nor had she seen the one Billie had just sent her. I hope she’s okay. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at the girl. “Should we look at the pictures?”
“Sure.”
In the main office, Venable stared at the computer in front of her. Her hands had only now stopped shaking, and her heart was finally going back to normal. She had taken a Valium about ten minutes ago, in the bathroom. From the corner of her eye, she could see Emma on her desk, working as if everything was normal, with her hair perfectly done and makeup in place. I should have never let her in. Was it a mistake to let Billie Dean in, too? Wilhemina nibbled on the inside of her cheeks, trying desperately to focus on the excel sheet in front of her. Will Billie hurt me, too? Venable took a deep breath, eyes refusing to leave the monitor. Stop. Stop it. Billie Dean wasn’t like Emma. She hesitantly began to work on the report, using all of her inner strength to not allow her mind to slip at any dark places. It still did, from time to time, but the thoughts eventually calmed down. And then they became normal again, when the report was nearly done. She kept on working, only stopping when everything was ready to print. Reaching for her cane, Wilhemina got up. She waited for the papers to be done printing and reached for an envelope, slipping them inside before making her way to the hallway. As she had just walked past the kitchen, a voice invaded her ears.
“Wilhemina?” Emma called from behind. With a frown, Venable turned around. Oh, fuck off. “Can we talk?”
Holding back a chuckle at how utterly delirious that question was, Venable shook her head. “No, we can not.” She promptly turned back around and kept on walking towards Billie Dean’s office. A hand reached for her arm, and she instantly pulled away. “What the fuck are you doing?!” she whisper-yelled.
“I just want to talk!” Emma took a step back. “You owe me that!”
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“Oh, please.” Emma had that smug look on her face again. Venable could feel her blood starting to boil already. “You were screwing me not a week ago!”
“Shut up!”
“It’s true! But now that you’re fucking the Billie Dean Howard, you can’t even talk to me?” Emma chuckled bitterly. “Why did you do that?”
“Do what?” Wilhemina’s words barely managed to find their way through her teeth.
“Don’t play stupid, Wilhemina. Why did you leave me for her? Couldn’t you have the decency to tell me before doing anything?” Venable’s molars were back at hurting. Emma took a step closer, causing Wilhemina to back away. “She’s not good for you,” Emma whispered, eyes nearly piercing through Venable’s. “She’s going to use you, and then she’ll discard you. That’s what she does. She can have any thing, any time.”
“Shut up,” Wilhemina hissed out yet again.
“Do you know what she did to Terry?” Emma waited for an answer, but Venable only stared at her. “You don’t know, do you?” Green eyes kept glued on brown ones. “It started just like that… and then she was fired when Billie Dean was done playing with her. That’s what is going to happen to you, too.” Slowly, Emma reached to play with a fiery lock.
Wilhemina moved her head away. “Do not touch me.” She fought not to allow her eyes to fill with tears.
“Meet me for lunch… I’ll tell you everything.”
With her body as tense as an elastic being pulled too hard, Venable shook her head. “Leave us alone,” she growled and turned around, stopping to walk only when she reached Billie Dean’s office. Taking a deep breath, Wilhemina closed her eyes for a second; matching tears slipped down, and she quickly wiped them away. Once she opened her eyes again, Venable cleared her throat and knocked at the door, posture as neat as always. In no time, Jenny peeked out.
“Oh,” the girl quickly stepped aside. “Come on in.”
“Thank you.” With her breath a little labored again, Wilhemina stepped inside. Her eyes instantly fell on Billie; on how gorgeous she looked, sitting behind the wooden table with her eyes focused on a stack of papers on top of it. As her heels clacked on the floor, honey eyes looked up to meet her. Billie Dean opened a smile, and Venable felt her insides melting a little.
“I’ll go get some coffee.” With a wink to Billie, Jenny was quick to close the door and leave them alone.
Billie Dean couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as she sat up straight. She doesn’t even like coffee. Her eyes went back to Wilhemina again. She looks nervous. “Hi, darling.”
Darling. Venable bit her inner cheek. “Hello.” She stepped closer, setting the envelope on the table. “The report you asked me for.”
“Perfect.” Billie Dean backed the chair away. “Come here.”With a gulp, Venable walked around the table, standing right in front of Billie. With a smile, Billie Dean got up. They stared at each other, and only now, up close, Billie realized the tiny, almost unnoticeable smears of tears on Wilhemina’s beautiful cheeks. She frowned. “You were crying…” What did that woman say to her? Instantly, she reached for Venable’s free hand and tangled their fingers together. “What happened?”
Wilhemina took a deep breath. She kept her eyes glued on honey ones, afraid to look away. “Nothing happened.” Don’t you dare.
Oh no. Billie didn’t like when Venable lifted her walls like that, for it nearly always meant something bad. “Wilhie…” Her fingers caressed the digits between them, and she could see, behind those dark brown eyes, the inner struggle going on inside Wilhemina. “Was it Emma?” It was hesitant, but Venable nodded before looking down. Billie Dean’s frown grew. “What did she do?” She’s not caressing my hand back. Billie had a feeling she already knew what Emma had done.
Good. Explain yourself, now. Wilhemina squeezed the cane a little harsher. “She just… she asked me out for lunch.” She looked at Billie Dean again. Should I trust her like that? Was it safe to let her in? Would she be another Terry? What had even happened between Billie and Terry?
“What—what did you say?” Does she regret me?
“I said no, of course.” Venable watched how Billie’s chest had begun to move a little faster. She’s nervous. Wilhemina could feel herself starting to grow overwhelmed, and Billie Dean’s fingers no longer felt right tangled in her own. As gentle as she could, Venable pulled her hand away. Billie blinked once, glancing down at their hands. The look that settled on Billie Dean’s face caused Wilhemina to feel even more disappointed in herself. I’m hurting her. But her whole body refused to allow itself to be touched, to be felt, to be noticed as something that existed in physical form. Billie only nodded, waiting for Venable to say something else, anything else. Wilhemina’s jaw was tense again. “B-Billie, what happened between you and Terry?”
Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.
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“Affection memories are the best kind,” Billie’s words came as soft as melted butter. “How old were you?”
I’m not sure I have many of those. “Six.”
“I wish I could have seen young Wilhemina eating cheesecake for the first time.” The corners of Billie Dean’s sparkled lightly. Venable couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as she took another bite.
“Do you have any pictures from when you were young?”
Even though the question seemed a little odd, Billie had learned not to judge. It was safe to say their experiences in life had been very different, even though they shared their fair amount of similarities. She nodded as she took a bite. “I do. Why?”
Wilhemina shrugged. “I’d like to see them… sometime. If that’s alright with you.”
“Of course.” Weird. But it made sense… Billie did want to see younger Venable, too.
Wilhemina nodded slowly as she looked down at her plate. I think I might have a few pictures from school… Granted, she had always hated taking pictures. Brown eyes moved back up to Billie Dean, and a small smile graced Venable’s features as she realized the small amount of cream cheese on Billie’s face. “Your chin,” she said softly.
“Hm?”
“You have cream cheese on your chin.”
“Oh.” Billie let her fork go and reached for a napkin. She chuckled as she wiped her face clean. “Thank you.” Embarrassing.
“Of course.” I can’t believe the nerve of her to look good even with cream cheese on her face.
Carefully taking one last bite, Billie Dean set her plate aside. She licked her lips and made sure no bits were left on her cheeks. Venable still savored the dessert, and so honey eyes watched her. In no time, they were back at the living room with the dishwasher all loaded and running. Purpura sleepily watched them from her spot at the center table.
“That was good,” Billie sat back down at the couch, right beside Wilhemina, whom nodded.
“When did you first find out you had a talent for finding good food?” Venable teased as she leaned back against the couch. Billie Dean let out a small chuckle. Is it safe to feel that comfortable around her? That was a constant doubt in her mind.
“I think it’s a talent only for you.” She reached for one of Venable’s legs, hand resting on her knee and caressing it on top of the pants.
Wilhemina smiled to herself. Floratta Blue permeated her house in comforting tones of coral. “If you say so…”
“Mhm.” Leaning closer, Billie kissed Wilhemina’s cheek before resting back on the couch.
With the corners of her eyes sparkling lightly, Venable turned her head to stare at Billie Dean. The caresses on her leg no longer felt foreign. Such a short time… Things with Emma had taken so long so develop to whatever it had been. How was any of that even happening with Billie? “Will you help me set my iPad?”
“Of course.”
Afternoon dawned and night arrived pretty fast. Shades of orange invaded the living room as Billie Dean was just done helping Wilhemina set everything, and then Venable got up to turn the light on. The iPad now lay charging on the corner table, already with the purple case on and a few apps installed. Honey eyes watched as Wilhemina caressed Purpura on her way back to the couch, and as she was about to comment on her trousers, her phone began to ring from her purse. Brown eyes moved to hers. Billie Dean bit her lower lip and wished the name on the screen didn’t start with the letter ‘E’—thankfully, it didn’t. “It’s Jenny,” she told Venable before walking to the bathroom, receiving a nod back. Closing the door, Billie quickly picked it up. “Hello?”
“Stop ignoring my texts!” From the other side, Jenny yelled teasingly.
“I’m not!” Billie said with a chuckle. “I just haven’t been around my phone today.”
“Oh! Oh—oh! You’re at her house?!”
Laughing, Billie Dean moved to sit down on the closed toilet lid. “Yes, I am.” Her words were quiet, low.
“Did you spend the night? Oh, of course you did!”
Billie couldn’t help but find Jenny’s excitement funny. “I did, but nothing happened.”
“How come?”
“We’re going slow.”
“Did you make out at least?”
“Jenny!”
“Come on!”
Smiling to herself, Billie Dean nodded on the phone. “Yes…”
“So she does have feelings for you, huh?”
“… yes.”
“Where’s my ‘You told me, Jenny. You’re always right, Jenny. I should give you a raise, Jenny.’?”
“Shut up!” Billie chuckled yet again, hearing as the girl did the same on the other side of the phone. After a moment, she bit her lip. Their laughs died down. “Thank you…”
“You’re welcome,” Jenny’s voice came softly, now. “On a more serious note, is everything alright? Is she treating you well and not like she’s made out of ice?”
Billie Dean shook her head. “She’s the sweetest, Jenny…”
“If you say so.”
“Truly.”
“I believe you.”
Billie licked her lips as she thought. “Was Emma alright? Yesterday, when you dropped her home?”Silence. Billie Dean felt Jenny shifting on the other side of the line. Oh no.
“She was just drunk. Do you really want to talk about her now?”
“She said something about Terry, didn’t she?”
Jenny took a deep breath. Billie gulped. “She said a lot of things…”
“Jenny…”
“Yes. She did talk about Terry.”
“Fuck,” Billie breathed out. Closing her eyes, she reached to massage her temple. “What did she say?”
“I don’t remember exactly—or rather, I didn’t understand it very well— but it was something that had to do with telling Wilhemina about her.” Billie Dean groaned. “She was drunk and very much mad at you, I doubt she’ll do anything,” Jenny tried to amend. It didn’t help much.
“She thinks she knows what happened, and she’s assuming that’s what I am doing with Wilhemina.”
“Yeah…”
“That’s not it, Jenny. Terry wasn’t even fired because of that!” Her voice raised a little. Billie quickly took notice of it and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.
From the other side, Jenny gulped. “I know, Billie… but you do know that a few people can’t help but make that connection, right?”
Billie Dean took a deep breath. “Yes…” And it fucking sucks. Just another thing people assumed about her life, as if she didn’t have enough of that already.
“Have you told her about it?”
“Wilhemina?”
“Yes.”
“No… not yet.” Honey eyes fell down. Billie sucked on her lower lip. “I think it’s too soon.”
“Billie, it’s either you telling her or her possibly finding it out through Emma… and I really don’t think you’d like the latter.”
“I know,” Billie Dean murmured. “What else did she tell you?”
“She just cried a lot… and called you a bunch of names.”
“Fair,” she murmured again.
“Not really, but we’ll not dwell on that right now.” Billie nodded to herself. “Are you spending the weekend there?”
“Yes.” Taking a deep breath, Billie Dean sat up a little better. “Why?”
“Just asking. The reports about the party should be out on Monday, and we need to approve the pictures for the special.”
“Right. You can ask them to e-mail me the material.” I desperately need a break from working. The end of the year was always hectic for Billie Dean.
“Already did. They’re waiting on an answer until Monday, noon.”
“Perfect. We can do it in the morning, then.”
“Mhm.”
“Do I need to do anything this weekend?” Billie had found Jenny’s question a little odd, so it was always best to ask.
“Not really. I was just curious about you and her,” the girl chuckled.
“Oh.” Chuckling back, Billie got up from the lid. That’s good at least. “I’ll tell you more on Monday.”
“Good. I’ll be waiting excitedly as the reason for all of that to be happening I am.”
“Silly,” Billie Dean teased back. “Alright, I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Alright. Have a good weekend, wink wink.”
“You too, you annoying human.” With both of them laughing, Billie ended the call. She looked up to the mirror and fixed her clothes and hair, eyes glued on herself. She sighed. She’ll think I do that with everybody. Maybe that talk could wait until Monday… or at least until tomorrow. Billie Dean decided she wouldn’t think about it now. At least not for the night. She still had another whole day before the next week, after all.
Quietly stepping out of the bathroom, Billie Dean walked back to the living room; she didn’t find Venable there. “Wilhie?”
“In the bedroom,” Venable called back.
Quietly still, Billie Dean followed that way. As she got to the room, her eyes were graced with the lovely image of Wilhemina, sitting on the bed with Purpura and a tube of lotion by her side. Lavender notes invaded her nostrils. Billie smiled. “Are you moisturizing her?” She remembered Venable had said something about it, once.
Wilhemina nodded. She reached for more of the lotion and gently caressed the cat’s back, which purred lowly. “Winter makes her skin drier.”
“She’s so well behaved.” Carefully, Billie sat down beside Wilhemina. She watched as her hands worked on Purpura, so gentle and caring. And with such long and dainty fingers… not now. Billie Dean licked her lips and looked back up at Venable, watching the way she was so absolutely focused on the cat, with lips curling up and eyes so soft above the sky of freckles there. To be loved by her must be holy. She could only wish to experience that one day. “Can I help?”
Taken positively aback, deep brown eyes met honey ones. “To moisturize her?” Billie nodded. Venable opened a smile. “Of course.” She reached for the lotion and pushed it closer to Billie Dean. “Here. Her chest is missing still.
“Okay.” As gentle as she could, Billie Dean scooped a small amount of lotion on her fingers and began to caress the cat’s chest, right underneath her neck. Purpura purred a little louder, shifting on the mattress to accommodate the hand. Billie smiled, and as she looked up at Wilhemina, their eyes and smile met again. Air seemed scarce all of a sudden. I want to give her the world.
I love her. When had anyone ever treated Purpura like that? When had anyone wanted to be a part of her life like that? How scary? How good? How foreign? “She likes it,” Wilhemina said, voice as soft as melted butter. “She likes you.”
With a tiny chuckle, Billie Dean used all of her strength to take her eyes off of Venable and look back at the cat. “I like her, too.” With her free hand and mindful of her nails, she reached to pet the cat’s head. Purpura leaned against it, eyes closed. Another chuckle left Billie’s lips.
With her teeth trapping her lips in order not to allow them to smile too big, Wilhemina kept on watching them. She pulled her hands away and wiped them on a towel she had taken, cleaning them of the lotion. After a minute or two, she spoke again. “Thank you for being so nice to her…”
“Of course,” Billie Dean’s eyebrows drew closer in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Venable shrugged. My mind clearly works wrong. “It’s just that… a few people can be mean because of—of how she looks.” Just like they are to me. She nervously licked her lips. “You know… the skin.”
Billie’s frown grew for a second until she understood just how deep the topic actually was. Her eyes reflected nothing but kindness now. “There’s nothing wrong with how she looks, Wilhie… and even if there were, quote on quote, something wrong about her, that wouldn’t be an excuse for people to treat her in any way but kind.” Gulping again, Wilhemina nodded. She took a discrete deep breath and clutched the small purple towel on her lap. Billie Dean took notice of it. She’s nervous. With her own heart picking up slightly in speed, Billie looked down at the cat for a second before looking back up at Venable. Her lips curled up on the corners. “Besides, I think she looks really cute.”
This time, it was Wilhemina who looked away from Billie Dean. Her cheeks tinted softly. The underlying tone of their conversation was very much explicit. “R-really?”
“Oh, yeah.” She knows I’m talking about her. There was no need to point that out. Billie had been learning compliments and words of affirmation were better left in the murky, at least for now. “More than cute, I think she’s beautiful.” Clutching the towel in her hands a little harsher, Venable nodded quietly. She slowly looked back up, and when her eyes met honey ones again, she found a look in them that left her warm all over, sweet all over, comforted all over. Billie Dean’s smile grew lovingly, pouring affection all over. Carefully not to disturb Purpura, Billie scooted closer to Wilhemina, hand reaching to cup one of her cheeks—slowly, so she could ask her to stop if she wanted. She didn’t. Billie Dean’s thumb caressed the plump crimson skin with so much tenderness it nearly hurt. Venable sighed lowly. “You’re beautiful, Wilhemina,” she whispered, voice as soft as a cozy blanket and as sweet as honey. She could feel Venable’s breath against her lips, faster than usual and oh so inviting. So she kissed her, slow and gentle and affectionate.
With blood rushing up to her head, Wilhemina felt her hands trembling against the cloth. She did the best she could and let go of it, reaching to caress Billie’s arm as she kissed her back. Their lips danced slowly and passionately, and for a split second Venable felt herself losing touch with the parts that could be so damn horrible to her. Her lips picked up in intensity, and she subconsciously scooted closer to Billie Dean, too. Purpura meowed from between them, therefore causing the kiss the break. Wilhemina took a deep breath as she stared at Billie’s eyes, lips rosy and tingling deliciously. Billie Dean watched her closely, thumb still tracing Venable’s cheek. I’m terrified things will change. Reality set back in. Wilhemina gulped. “I’m n-not used to that…”
“Compliments?” Venable nodded. I know. Billie smiled sadly. “Any chance I can help you get used to them?”
With her cheeks still red and hot, Wilhemina bit her lower lip. Hesitantly, she nodded. “It might take a while…” It might never happen at all.
With the softest smile she could manage, Billie Dean reached to tuck a lock of red hair behind Venable’s ear. “That’s okay,” she whispered. Billie felt as dark brown eyes fell down to her lips, so she leaned closer and kissed Wilhemina again, which got herself a sweet sigh. Billie Dean pulled away just enough to stare at Venable. “I’m not in a rush.” She had said that already, about many things, but she would never grow tired of easing Wilhemina’s mind.
And yet again, there she was… bare, raw in front of Billie. Vulnerable, and yet she didn’t feel so scared. That’s scary. Would that become something usual for her?
Sunday morning arrived as sweetly as the past night had been; Wilhemina found herself falling asleep tangled in Billie Dean’s arms again, this time receiving kisses on the forehead until she, eventually, allowed sleep to win. When the first ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains, their limbs were still tangled and their skin was still warm from their embrace. It was Venable who opened her eyes first, eyebrows close as she frowned from the light. When her vision wasn’t so blurry anymore, Wilhemina focused on whatever was in front of her—it happened to be Billie, still fast asleep and with her lips inches away from her own. She took a deep breath. I kissed her. Venable licked her own chapped lips, body falling slowly into reality as it got aware of its position: legs tangled with Billie Dean’s, an arm that wasn’t its own wrapped around her waist, feet touching, blonde hair tickling her face. How lovely was it, to not wake up alone? To not always be by herself? Wilhemina took another deep breath, brown oceans examining the face in front of hers. Is she even real? Venable still had her doubts. Billie frowned as a strand of her own hair tickled her face, nose scrunching up. Wilhemina smiled to herself and reached to pull the strand of hair away and behind Billie Dean’s ear. As she pulled her hand away, she couldn’t help but brush her knuckles against Billie’s face, caressing her peachy skin. I shouldn’t be so attached already. How could she not? When that woman treated her and made her feel a way she had never experienced before? Venable watched as Billie Dean began to slowly open her eyes. She smiled sleepily to herself.
Letting out a small sigh, Billie hummed as her vision came into consciousness, body snuggling closer to whatever was providing it warmth. Lavender soon clouded her senses, and so Billie Dean finally fixated on the face in front of her. Her lips mirrored Wilhemina’s sleepy smile. Was she watching me? “Hi,” Billie croaked out, as sweet as she could manage in her state.
“Hello.” Venable’s smile grew as her cheeks began to tint for some reason. Down her legs, she felt as Billie Dean’s foot caressed her own. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Billie shook her head before hiding her face against the pillow to cover a yawn. Her hand reached for Wilhemina’s waist and pulled her closer. “You didn’t.” She looked back at dark brown eyes. “I wouldn’t have minded if you had, though.”
Venable nodded at the words as spidery fingers slowly moved up to cup Billie Dean’s cheek. Wilhemina just stared at her for a minute before taking a deep breath. “I like waking up next to you,” she whispered. I didn’t know not being alone could ever feel this way.
Coral fingernails scratched softly against the cloth of Venable’s purple pajamas, caressing her waist and the small of her back. Billie Dean leaned closer and kissed her gently on the lips. I hope my breath is tolerable. “I like waking up next to you, too,” she whispered back. Wilhemina stared at her like she was made of all the stars in the universe, eyes shining and all. Billie couldn’t help but pull her even closer, and this time Venable’s hand fell down to her waist and pulled her closer, too. Their bodies left no space between each other, breaths mingling. “I sleep pretty well when I’m with you… you’re warm and you don’t snore,” she teased.
Chuckling lowly, Wilhemina bit her lip to stop her smile from growing too much. “Why, thank you. I could say the same, but your feet are freezing,” she teased back, because being playful didn’t come with a sentence of being punished when it came to Billie Dean.
With a laugh, Billie made sure her feet were well tangled with Venable’s. “I don’t know why they’re so cold.”
Wilhemina hummed. She reached for the hand that caressed her waist and tangled her fingers with Billie Dean’s. “So is your hand.” She caressed the cold digits between her own, trying to warm them up. “Are you cold?”
“Not really.” Billie licked her lips, and part of her heart still melted every time she was reminded of how just how caring Venable was with her. “Are you?”
“No,” Wilhemina shook her head. She let go of Billie Dean’s hand and now caressed her arm, even though Billie had said she wasn’t cold. Billie Dean didn’t mind, not at all. She kept a smile printed on her lips. “Are you hungry?” I should have bought some pastries.
“A little.”
“I can cook us an omelette, or maybe I can go out and get a few pastries, if you’d like. There’s this—“
“Wilhie,” Billie Dean cut Venable gently just as she was about to start lifting the covers to get out of bed. Wilhemina looked at her. “Can we cuddle a little?”
With her cheeks turning purple, Venable nodded. She blinked twice before slowly snuggling closer to Billie again. “Sorry,” she whispered.
Billie Dean shook her head. Hadn’t it been Wilhemina, she could have thought that maybe there was something wrong with her, but being Venable, she knew she was simply eager to please. “You don’t have to apologize,” she whispered back. Her hand found its place on Wilhemina’s waist again, caressing it. She’s always so anxious.
With a nod, brown eyes fell down. Venable took a deep breath. I’m so idiotic. The deprecating voice was already up and running. She gulped and looked back at honey oceans, legs tangling back with Billie’s. After a moment, she spoke again. “I like cuddling with you,” she said, because part of her felt like Billie Dean could maybe be thinking otherwise, and she didn’t want to ever cause Billie Dean to think like that.
She’s worried. Opening a smile, Billie reached to pull a strand of read hair away from Venable’s eyes. “I know, darling. I didn’t think otherwise.”
Darling. Wilhemina didn’t know if her stomach would ever stop turning with the pet name. This is the second time she’s called me that. How delicious did it feel? “Good,” she murmured somewhat shyly.
Billie Dean hummed back, hand caressing her waist slowly, feeling as it rose and fell with Venable’s breathing. She stared at those chocolate eyes in front of her, watching the way they moved away and back to her own. She’s shy. Her lips curled up softly. “Did you dream of anything?”
Wilhemina shook her head, eyes struggling to stay at brown ones. “Not that I remember. Did you?”
Billie Dean had actually had a dream; she saw a woman, hair red just like Venable’s, face full of suffering and with lines well marked. She cried, but couldn’t speak. Wilhemina didn’t need to know that. “Not really.” Venable hummed. Billie licked her lips, eyes tracing the soft freckles on Wilhemina’s cheeks. “I love your freckles,” she said after a second.
To be stared at like that had never felt good… not until Billie Dean. Venable’s skin grew red still, but not from being uncomfortable. “I’m not a huge fan of them…”
What’s new? Wilhemina didn’t seem to be a huge fan of anything that made her who she was. Billie didn’t need to point that out, but she did keep that in mind. “You always cover them, don’t you?” Venable nodded. Billie Dean opened a sad smile. “I love them,” she repeated.
Wilhemina gulped. She nodded again, eyes falling down before going back up. She licked her sudden dry lips. “Thank you.”
Billie couldn’t help but smile a little more. It was clear Venable wasn’t used to being complimented, or having any kind of intimacy with people, but there was something so sweet about it… so strangely pure, in a way. Most people wouldn’t see it that way, but Billie Dean had never been most people. So she leaned closer and placed a small kiss on Wilhemina’s nose, and then another one on her left cheek, and another one on her right one, right on top of the freckles. Wilhemina blinked twice, and with a chuckle Billie Dean kissed her full on the lips, reaching to cup her face.
Sunday went by with nothing but sweet kisses being shared and a movie or two being watched. When the night began to fall down again, Billie Dean hesitantly went back home, but with the promise of seeing each other on Monday morning. Billie knew she should have talked about Terry; knew she should have brought it up before anyone else had the chance, but how could she when Venable looked at her so lovingly and gave her more trust than she had ever given anyone in a long time? Billie Dean simply didn’t have the guts to do it. And she prayed no one would before she could master the courage to do so.
At night, Wilhemina caught herself missing the warmth of another body next to her. Floratta Blue lingered in the air only slightly, and Venable wished she could smell more of it. Fear clouded her senses before sleep could, trying to trick her, trying to scare her. Wilhemina closed her eyes and thought about Billie; about the kiss they shared just before she entered her car and drove home that evening. Nothing would change in the morning. Nothing would change in the week. Right?
There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
COMMENTS ARE WHAT MAKE IT WORTH IT!!!! AND NOT JUST ONES THAT SAY ‘NEXT PART’ OR SOMETHING! THE NICE ONES THAT TELL US WHAT YOU LIKED OR ENJOYED!! THEY MAKE MY HEART DO A DAMN SOMERSAULT EVERY TIME!!
Cordelia Goode x Ally Mayfair x Wilhelmina Enable x reader (mother/daughter)
“What are we going to do?!” Zoe shouts looking down at Madison who is passed out on the bathroom floor.
“I’m going to have to call my mom.” You sighed reaching for your phone.
“Are you insane?!” Zoe shouts grabbing your phone.
“Cordelia will be so pissed, and Mina might kill us all.”
“I know that’s why I’m calling Ally!” You yelled at her snatching your phone back.
Zoe rolls her eyes “You think Ally isn’t going to tell them?”
“She will tell them but at least she won’t freak out on me until tomorrow. Plus we need to get out of here those guys Madison met are giving me the creeps. And I’m feeling dizzy, I think they drugged us, Zoe.”
Zoe nods as she goes back to Madison to check on her. Meanwhile, you waited for Ally to pick up breathing heavily as the phone rang.
“Hey, honey.” She answers.
“Ally.”
“What’s wrong love?” She asked.
Damn, how did she know just by your voice? You think to yourself.
“Can you please pick me, Zoe, and Madison up? I know you’ll be mad but we’re at this party and there are some guys here and they’re giving me bad vibes. And they gave us drinks but Ally I don’t feel good. Something is wrong. And Mads is passed out and I can’t wake her up.”
“Where are you?”
“I can send you my location. We are all three locked in the bathroom. But ally..please hurry. And please don’t bring Mom and Momma. I know you guys will be mad but I don’t feel comfortable here.” You tell her.
“I’ll be right there,” Ally says hanging up the phone. You let out a breath of relief as you ended the phone call.
“So we’re good?” Zoe asked.
“Yeah. Ally’s cool. We will be fine.” You said giving her a small smile as you tried to center yourself.
It was not fine an hour later you felt worse and then you heard the door slam open and instantly you knew.
“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n!!!” The voice echoed throughout the house.
“Fuck.” You mumbled unlocking the bathroom door to see Cordelia, Mina, and Ally standing there.
“Ally.” You whined.
“Don’t blame her you know better!” Cordelia shouts. Looking over she sees Madison lying on the ground.
“Shit Madison.” She sighs walking towards her and leaving you with Ally and Mina.
“Did those boys hurt you?” Mina asked looking over at the group of young boys.
“No ma’am. I just got a weird vibe from them so I called Ally to bring us home.”
“Well I’m proud of you for that but I’m also extremely disappointed in you. Not only for drinking but for calling Ally and putting her in an impossible position.”
“I know.” You whispered bowing your head.
“You and Zoe go to the car. We will be there in a few.” She says.
You and Zoe nod your heads as you walk past her towards the car. Walking past Ally you stopped and whispered “I’m sorry Al.”
Ally nods as you walked past her sighing a bit as she watches Mina and Cordelia yell at the group of boys. Once Cordelia was able to lift Madison she walked to the car putting her in the back seat. Before they can leave Ally stops the older women.
“Listen I know she’s in trouble and she could have gotten hurt but let’s try to remember that they’re just teenagers before we make any decisions.”
“What’s your point?” Mina asked.
“My point is go back and remember what it was like to be 15. When I was her age I never would have called my parents. No matter what was going on. I didn’t trust them enough. All I’m saying is cut her some slack, please. She knew something was wrong and she called.”
“She called you!” Mina shouts.
“And maybe you should ask yourself why!” Ally shouts back.
“Because she thought you would lie to us. Because you’re the cool parent.” Mina scoffs.
“She knew I would tell you both eventually. She called me because she knew I would come no questions asked.” Ally says.
Cordelia sighs” She’s right Mina. We can both be a little hard on her. We expect a lot from y/n.”
Mina sighs “Clearly not hard enough. Look where we are. She could have been hurt!”
“Yes, but she called before it got that far. So maybe Ally is right, she should be cut some slack.”
“Let’s go home,” Mina mumbled walking to the car.
The ride home was spent in silence. The three women each had thoughts running around their minds. Madison and Zoe were passed out but you couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the drugs or your anxiety but you couldn’t close your eyes.
Once you reached the academy Zoe and Madison wake up enough to walk to their rooms with the help of Myrtle and Misty. You stayed behind because you knew the night was nowhere near over for you. The three women sighed a breath of relief before heading straight into the living room.
“Y/n come here,” Cordelia calls out. You sighed walking into the room.
The three of them were sitting on the couch. Cordelia opens her arms out to you. “Come here, honey.”
You nod as you sit in her lap and she wraps her arms around you.
“Are you okay?”
You shake your head no. After everything that happened tonight, you finally broke once you realized you were safe.
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have gone to that party. But it was fine at first until they gave us the drinks. The boys kept looking at us and asking if we were okay but I knew something was wrong. The room was spinning and once I realized Madison passed out I told Zoe I was calling Ally. I knew Ally would tell you guys but I didn’t want you to come and see me like that. I just wanted to come home. I’m sorry Mom.” You said crying into her shoulder.
“I know I disappointed all of you. I’m so sorry.” You cried.
“Honey, you're young things like this happen. But I am very proud of you for calling me.” Ally says with a smile.
You returned the smile to her as you looked over at Mina. The thought of disappointing any of your moms was hard for you but especially when it came to the redhead.
“Momma... I…I’m sorry. I know you expect more from me and I let you down. I’ll do better I promise.” You tell her looking down at your feet feeling ashamed for letting her down.
“Little one look at me please,” Mina calls out.
Lifting your head slowly you make eye contact with her.
“When Ally told me what was going on I was so angry. I went there with every intention of yelling at you and causing a scene. And yes I was disappointed. But more than anything I was scared. Scared that something had or was going to happen to my little girl. I felt out of control and that scared me. Because I never want you to get to hurt. The thought of those boys hurting you frightened me. I know I’m hard on you. And I know that you worry that you’re letting me down. But that is far from the truth. You make me so happy and so proud to call myself your mother. And tonight I was extremely proud of you. Not only for calling for help but for taking care of Madison and Zoe and keeping the three of you safe until we got there. I love you sweetheart and I just want to always keep you safe that’s all. “
“I know. But still, I’m sorry Momma.”
“I know dear. Come here.” She says opening her arms out to you.
You crawled into her lap laying your head on her shoulder as you cried. The three women sat in silence as you cried. Each thanking the gods that you were safe but also thinking about what could have happened if they hadn’t gotten there in time.
“Momma I don’t feel good.” You whispered.
“How much did you drink?”
“Only one. I swear. I feel sleepy. “
“It's the drugs,” Ally states looking at the other women.
“They drugged them for sure. We all know Madison is a heavy drinker and she was out cold. Zoe mentioned Madison only had two drinks. Those boys had an agenda for sure.”
“ They’re lucky I didn’t kill them.” Mina growls.
“Agreed. But for now, let’s focus on the girls. I’ll have Myrtle and Misty stay with Zoe and Madison and we will take y/n to our room for the night. “ Cordelia says.
“Sounds like a plan,” Ally says standing up.
“Let me carry her Mina,” Ally says taking you out of the redhead's lap.
You groaned trying to focus on Ally but your eyes were too heavy.
“Ally?” You questioned.
“I’ve got you sweet girl. Everything is okay.” She cooed carrying you upstairs to their bedroom.
Once Cordelia and Mina checked on the other girls the three women laid down in bed with you. They watched over you as you slept peacefully.
“Some many things could have happened tonight.” Mina sighed caressing your cheek.
“True. But she’s safe now and that is all that matters.” Cordelia whispered.
“I know but..”
“Mina,” Ally calls out to her holding her hand tightly.
“She’s safe love. She’s alright.”
Mina nods her head as she bends down to kiss your forehead.
Requested by @minaslittleone : Wilhemina + “I know you’ve got a little life in you left, I know you’ve got a lot of strength left” from This Woman’s Work.
E., I love this exchange of dark headcanons we don’t want to write 😆😭 I decided to write this one from reader’s pov for protection xx
Requested by @sapphicsarahpaulson “ “can i stay here tonight?” and “i love seeing you smile” for mina x reader? “
A/N: I’m so happy with how this piece turned out. I hope you’ll like it, too ❤️️ As always, English isn’t my mother tongue, so expect a few weird sentences. x
Summary: You are Wilheminas new assistant and you fell in love with her.
A/n: I wrote this in 30 minutes in the middle of the night because I suddenly has the idea for it. Also this is my first time writing for Mina so I am kinda insecure about this. I went for a more soft Mina in this one cause I thought that would be easier. Again English isn't my first language. And I would be really happy about some feedback!
When you first started to work at Kineros Robotics as Wilhemina Venables assistant everybody you talked to warned you. They told you about the other assistants that were fired because of stupid little mistakes they made, how Ms. Venable treated her assistants. Normally you didn't judge people you didn't know, you just wanted to make your own picture of people but you couldn't deny that you were a little scared. But after some days of working for her you realised that the others were either wrong or Ms. Venable liked you.
She wasn't the dreamboss and she also wasn't cheery or super talkative but she was nice. She sometimes even gave you a small smile and she never yelled at you. You started to always bring her a coffee in the morning and sometimes you even had lunch together. She never came to you for it but she also didn't send you away when you came. So you reckoned it was fine with her.
You actually started to like her more and more. She had something that just made you feel... well, safe. To say that she spread warmth in you sounds a little ironic because she is the last person you would call warmhearted but it was true. You always looked forward to eating with her and the few smiles she gave you instantly made your day.
Everybody at Kineros Robotics was surprised that after 3 months you were still her assistant and there hadn't already been 5 new ones following you.
But nobody complained about that. They all liked you, you found some new friends and really loved to work there. It wasn't the job you always dreamed of but it was alright.
So when one of your friends from work brought you to the cafeteria on your birthday and everybody greated you there at your personal little surprise birthday party you were a hundred percent sure that Ms. Venable would also be there. You were looking for her the whole evening but she wasn't there and she also didn't come later. To say it didn't hurt you would be a lie. You would have given the whole party away just for her to be there.
And that was the evening you realised it. You asked yourself how you didn't understand it earlier, it was so clear.
You fell in love with her.
Your heart ached at the thought of her choosing not to be with you. Not to attend your birthday party. It ruined your evening.
Yes, the cake was delicious. Yes, the presents were nice. Yes, all your friends were there. Yes, it was fun. But she wasn't there. It all meant nothing without her. How could you have been so stupid to think she liked you.
That evening you went to bed but you didn't sleep. How could you. Your thoughts constantly driving off to Wilhemina.
The next morning you stood up not having slept at all. You got ready for the day and went to work. Today you didn't bring Ms. Venable her coffee. You understood she didn't want your company so you did her a favor and didn't annoy her with your company.
You also didn't bring her her coffee the next day or the day after that. Most of the time you tried to get out of her way. You just brought her the things she asked for and directly left her office.
This went on until one afternoon she came to your desk and asked you to follow her. You went to her office she closed the door after you and sat down. She looked at you expectantly but as she realised you weren't going to say or do anything she opened her mouth.
"You didn't bring me my coffee the last days."
It wasn't a question just a statement.
"Yes, that's right."
She looked at you slightly annoyed.
"Why?"
You could just laugh at that. Was she so oblivious? You did her a favor she should be happy about it. She raised an eyebrow at your reaction.
"Well, I thought it was what you wanted. You showed me that you didn't want my company so I did you a favor." She looked at you in utter confusion. You had never seen this expression on her face before. It nearly made you chuckled a little cause it looked so cute but you hid that chuckle well. This wasn't a situation to chuckle and your relationship wasn't nearly good enough for something like that.
"I... I don't understand (Y/n)."
"You weren't there. On my Birthday."
The thought of that made you tear up but you blinked the tears away before she could see it.
"Don't be ridiculous (Y/n). Nobody would have wanted me there. It was a party, do I look like a party person? They were all happy I wasn't there."
"Maybe they were, but I wasn't." Now you really teared up and you didn't try to keep it back. She looked confused again and opened her mouth but before she could say something you cut her off. "I was looking for you on that Party. I really wished you were there. I missed you. I wanted you there. I thought you liked me. At least a bit. I thought I meant something to you. But I see that I was wrong now. I was wrong about you. That's okay really. But don't expect me to bring you your stupid coffee now. You can make it yourself." Tears were streaming down your cheeks now and you didn't stop them, you couldn't stop them even if you wanted to. They were held in for too long.
Slowly Wilhemina stood up and made her way around the desk. "(Y/n) you weren't wrong about me. I do care about you. More than I ever cared about anyone. But no one likes me, not here and not anywhere else. I didn't think you could be an exception. I really thought you were happier without me there. I never wanted to hurt you. You have to believe me." she stopped in case you wanted to say something but your tears were still falling and you weren't able to get a word out so she continued.
"I didn't think you could ever like me, I am so much older than you and I am... I have a disability. It's disgusting." When she said that you cut her off by kissing her. She was perplex at first but then she slowly put her hands on your cheek and dried your tears while kissing you back. The kiss was short because you wanted to say something.
"Mina I don't like you, I love you. And please never say you're disgusting. You are perfect, ok? How could I not love you?" A single tear fell down Wilheminas cheek.
"What did you call me?" You smiled softly and repeated it. "Mina, is that ok?"
