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love the way david jenkins refuses to apologize for shit just not making sense. how do they get places so quickly? doesnt matter. why is ed wearing full leather wouldnt he be sweating like hell? oh yeah it'd be awful to be a pirate in that, but it's hot, next question. he does not hesitate to just be like. eh who gives a shit. they're in love, who cares about how the boat got there. it's all fake anyway. here watch taika and rhys kiss.
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some recent outfit requests from over on twitter! 💖
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@stepintomyworld do you remember when I lost my mind and wrote you an essay on french bread ?
The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:
the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”
That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”
oh, that hurt
I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots
the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life
on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious
I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was
The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”
God.
for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again
it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”
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Flowers for my flower 🌸
prompt by @anchri! 🙌
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we seriously need to bring back the concept of “despite its flaws i still enjoy it” instead of ‘cancelling’ every fuckin thing in sight 
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I just found ur account and I wanna say how much I love your stories, especially the Cordelia×Wilhemina×Billie and reader ones ❤️ I wanted to ask if you could write one where both wilhemina and reader have had a bad day, and once they come home to their other girlfriends, wilhemina snaps at reader for something due to the bad day she had and reader snaps back which shocks them all? Maybe abit angsty with fluff at the end 💕
Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Glimpse of us
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taglist: @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime, @ohrwurm26
As you finally enter the familiar walls of your shared home, the weight of the day's troubles seems to hang heavy on your shoulders. Despite your best efforts to shake off the stress from work, it clings to you. Billie and Cordelia are quick to notice the tension, you entering the academy first, Wilhemina following behind with an expression that almost would have scared them, if they didn't know the redhead so well by now.
"Hey there, love," Cordelia greets you softly, her voice infused with concern as she invites you to take a seat.
You manage to nod weakly in response, not trusting your voice to betray your frustration. Billie, ever perceptive shoots you a sympathetic glance, before looking over at Wilhemina, hesitating whether to take a seat or leave to the comfort of her own office.
,,Come on, I made dinner, love'' Cordelia tries gently, somehow convincing the redhead to sit down.
The meal feels dreadful, the awkward tension in the air, not only making you and Wilhemina uncomfortable but evenly your two blonde girlfriends. Cordelia tries for a while, to make conversation and include you and Wilhemina, barely coaxing any words out of either of you two, you not daring to look up at your redhead girlfriend after the events from today.
Sighing in frustration, Billie eventually breaks the silence, not being able to stand the silence ,,Okay, what is going on you two?'' she questions, her gaze flickering between you and the redhead. Wilhemina doesn't look up, she simply continues her meal as if nothing happened and it infuriates you. Cordelia notices your tension, placing a gentle hand on your leg in an attempt to comfort you. Billie's eyes meet yours, pleading with you to fill them in, let them help, fix this palpable tension between you, usually filled with so much warmth, love and adoration.
And then Wilhemina's gaze meets yours, unexpectedly and right there you find yourself back in the events from earlier today, her intense gaze clouding your memory with her sharp words,
,,Why are you always breathing down my neck? Can't you see I'm trying to concentrate?'' Wilhemina snapped, the frustration very clear in her features and laced in her voice.
,,I'm sorry, I just wanted to help you, I thought we are supposed to be a team'' you began, trying to defend your actions.
Her gaze lingered on yours, knuckles turning white as she grips onto her cane hard ,,Well maybe if you actually did your share off the work, instead of constantly distracting me, we wouldn't be in this mess'' she snapped, her voice filled with venom.
You scoffed, trying to swallow your frustration and pain ,,Oh so now it's my fault?'' you spat, your emotions getting ahold of you. ,,Typical, you always find a way to blame me for everything''.
She rubs her temples in frustration then, hating for the way this escalated, not expecting your reaction and too stubborn to fix it now. ,,I'm not blaming you for everything but you're not exactly making things easier right now'' she carried on, her features already softening at this point, voice less filled with anger.
And usually, you would have faltered there, simply accepting she was in a mood and leave her to cool off for a bit. You would have never spoke again after that statement but today had triggered your mood in ways it never has and so with one final statement you end the conversation taking place in the redheads office. ,,Fine, I'll just leave you alone then. Maybe you'll appreciate it more when I'm not around to bother you'' you spat, on the verge of tears but doing your best to hide those.
,,Yeah, maybe I will'' she spat in return. You stood frozen in the spot for a moment, knowing this was your fault as you shouldn't have lowered yourself to her mood, shouldn't have talked back but it hurt. Her statement hurt and you missed the way her features softened as she saw tears sparkling in your beautiful eyes. You simply scoffed, turned around and left.
The two of you didn't speak for the remainder of the day, you did your own things in your office, working hard to ignore and forget about the argument with your girlfriend. You had always doubted whether it was a good idea to work with Wilhemina. She suggested it in the end, explaining how a position needed filling, one where she would be close to you and could keep an eye on you. And undeniably, she did just that. Making sure her bosses aren't anywhere too close to you as they couldn't be trusted. You did an immaculate job and the mishap that day definitely wasn't on you but the redhead couldn't keep her frustration in and when you kept asking and asking her what you could do to help, she snapped, assuming you would take it better, not expecting your reaction as she didn't calculate the fact, that maybe, just maybe you haven't had a good day either.
,,Wilhemina, what did you do?'' Billie snaps, her sharp voice bringing you back into the present. You didn't realise that you must have zoned out for a moment, only now realising your cheeks are wet, Cordelia looking at you with so much concern, so much worry.
,,And what makes you think this has anything to do with me?'' Wilhemina spits, meeting the blondes gazes before bringing another fork, full of food to her mouth.
But the medium was having none of her usual antics, unable to see her babydoll hurting. ,,Because usually Wilhemina, you and Y/N return from work giggling, hands and eyes all over each other'' Billie spits. Your eyes find Cordelia, not being able to stand the tension in the room, not wanting to drag them into the argument as well. The supreme notices how uncomfortable you are, quickly stopping the other two.
,,Enough'' she simply states, meeting their eyes with a silent warning and as Billie notices your shivering form, she complies, stopping but her redhead lover is far from stopping.
As Cordelia gently wipes the tears from your cheeks, you hear her voice ring through the air yet again. ,,Yeah that's right, let them coddle you again, poor girl'' she spits, her words causing for both blonde heads to snap into her direction.
Your chair scraps against the wooden floor, standing up, startling both Billie and Cordelia a little but the redhead enjoyed it, igniting your flames. She balances on her cane standing up, waiting for your next move.
,,You know what? fuck you'' you spit, Cordelia's eyes widening and Billie's jaw dropping, this definitely not like you at all.
,,I'm sick of it, you constantly treating me like shit at work, do you have any idea how much your words hurt me earlier? If you don't want me around to bother you fine- I won't'' you snap, your emotions bubbling out of you.
,,Y/N'' Billie exclaims, both in a scolding manner for raising your voice but equally shocked at your sudden outburst.
With a swift motion, Wilhemina steps forward, her expression a mixture of anger, guilt and pain. You aren't looking at her, keeping eye contact with Billie but out of the corner of your eyes, you see Wilhemina's hand move towards you but before she has the chance, you stop her, taking her wrist.
,,Don't you dare'' you spit, now looking into her eyes. The tension is thick, your words lingering in the air as well as the redheads actions.
A second later you let go of her wrist, and turn around, needing to cool off, a lump forming in your throat. ,,Y/N'' Cordelia tries, but you are long gone, banging the bedroom door shut after you made it upstairs.
The three of them remain frozen in their spots, Billie still sitting at the table, her mouth slightly ajar, not able to believe the scene she just witnessed. Cordelia stands frozen by the table, holding onto it for support, before approaching Wilhemina, who stands frozen in the same spot you had left her in, her arm not having moved since you let go of her grasp.
,,Darling'' Cordelia tries as she approaches her girlfriend, the redhead not being able to look into her eyes as her gaze falls to the floor. ,,I- I had no intention of-'' she begins but the supreme is quick to interrupt her, taking her hand into her own. ,,I know my love, I know'' she reassures, rubbing soothing circles on her lovers hand.
,,I wanted to -'' she tries again but the words get caught in her throat. ,,I know darling, you wanted to calm her down'' she finishes the words for her. ,,I know you didn't mean to hit her but she wasn't looking at you, don't go there please'' Cordelia tries.
Wilhemina falters under the blondes gaze, not daring to look at Billie, not wanting any judgement from the medium. ,,I'll be in my office'' she announces before walking off, her cane hitting the floor hard. And as Cordelia and Billie follow her with their eyes, they see how broken and tired their girlfriend looks, ascending the stairs. The weight of the situation very visible in her features and posture.
,,What the hell was that?'' Billie comments, making sure the redhead's office door bang shut before she begins.
Cordelia meets her gaze before her eyes fall to the floor ,,I don't know'' the supreme mumbles, feeling guilty for not having interjected this before it blew up the way it had. ,,She wasn't going to-'' Billie begins, playing with her acrylic nails in a nervous habit. ,,No'' Cordelia quickly interrupts, her features a little stern for Billie even suggesting that she would have hit you.
,,Should we go talk to them?'' Billie tries, walking over to the supreme and stroking her cheeks, in order to make the concern fade from her beautiful features.
,,I think Mina needs to cool off'' she argues, taking a deep breath. ,,Let's try with our babydoll then, hm?'' the medium replies and is met with an empathetic smile, before she nods in agreement.
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There aren't a lot of times when you wish you could be a witch but right now was certainly one of those times. All you wanted to do was take the entire bedroom apart, smash things, kick and break things, let your anger out that way. But unfortunately you couldn't fix it all again with a flick of your wrist. And so instead you pace, back and forth, fists clenching and muttering angry words to yourself. You barely hear the door knock and you definitely don't acknowledge it, wanting to be left alone, no matter who was behind that door.
As the two blondes enter, they exchange a glance noticing your pacing, Billie actually finding it quite adorable as you rarely got mad or upset like this. But she remained serious of course, not wanting to upset you further.
,,Sweetheart?'' Cordelia begins gently, as she remains lingering by the door, not wanting to overwhelm you with their presence.
Halting your steps, you simply look at them, their worried glances upsetting you even further because the last thing you wanted was drag them into it.
,,Do you think you can talk to us babydoll?'' Billie tries next, taking a few gentle steps towards you. But you retreat, taking some steps away from her and for a moment Billie gets scared, not being able to handle rejection well.
,,No, this is between me and .. Mina'' you mutter out, sounding more moody than you intend to.
,,Darling, I worry that you two may need a little help sorting this out'' Cordelia tries, knowing for sure Wilhemina was stubborn and by your earlier outburst, she for the first time didn't trust you enough to fix this with the redhead without support.
,,Cordelia I don't need you to coddle me all the -'' you quickly stop yourself, forcing your eyes shut and cursing internally as to why you would let it out on the angels in front of you.
,,Delia I'm so sorry'' you quickly start but as you open your eyes, you already find her in front of you with a gentle smile. ,,I know darling, come here'' she invites as she opens her arms and right there you falter, allowing her to hold you, ignoring the thoughts of how Wilhemina was right about them coddling you and allowing it to happen.
After a little while, she scoops you into her arms, taking you over to the bed where you lay in her lap, Billie following and positioning herself next to you. ,,Can you tell us sweetie, hm?'' the medium tries again, her eyes twinkling with love and encouragement.
And then it spills out of, the horrible day you have had at work as Jeff and Mutt provoked you all day, sending you on all sort of errands and even one of them making you incredibly uncomfortable. Delia makes a mental note there, knowing that bit needed to be adressed at another time. How something in the production went wrong and they made you and Mina fix it. But only Mina really had the skills and despite trying your best you couldn't fix it and all you wanted was to help her. The words that followed after and the argument between you two. How you thought she was going to hit you, despite only seeing something out of the corners of your eyes, how you know she would never hurt you and how horrible you feel for making her feel that way.
By the end of your confession you are sobbing into Cordelia's chest, feeling horrible for being so stubborn and angry. Billie and the supreme simply hold you, drying your tears, whispering words of encouragement into your ears. And when you finally calmed down, Billie hooks your chin, wiping all your tears and giving you a soft smile, followed by a kiss on your forehead.
,,Sweetie that is all very understandable and I'm sure neither you nor Mina meant any of it, it sounds like a big misunderstanding'' she tries and your eyes simply wander to her lips, following her every word.
,,I want to talk to her'' you eventually mutter out, looking up at Cordelia, still holding you close. They exchange a glance, figuring you had calmed down enough by now, despite being a little worried about your other girlfriend and whether she felt the same already. ,,Sweetheart, would you like us or one of us to come with you?'' she tries but you shake your head and slowly climb out of her lap.
,,Thank you both'' you smile, a little shy and they simply give you a big proud smile, as they remain on the bed. However as soon as you shut the door, their worried gazes meet, unsure whether this would end well.
As you make your way to Wilhemina's office, assuming that's the only place where she would be, your heart bangs inside your chest, legs trembling a little as well as your hands. You take a deep breath, close your eyes for a minute, before your shaky hands knock on her door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough for her to hear you.
There is no reply and for a second you consider turning around, maybe she isn't ready yet to talk and needs some time to cool off. But then worry lingers on your mind, wanting your Mina to be okay but before you can think it over further you hear a quiet ,,Come in'' and you do instantly.
As you glance around her office, you notice the scattered documents on the floor, her cane on the floor, Mina sitting in her armchair. You assume she threw it across the room, hence the scattered things everywhere. ,,Mina, can we talk please?'' you try gently as you step towards the middle of the room. Before she replies you kneel down in order to pick up some of her things, off the floor, not wanting her to do it in the end and potentially hurt her back.
,,I'm not a child, I don't need you cleaning up my messes'' she snaps, but you ignore her, neatly putting the documents on her desk and reaching for her cane scattered somewhere. As you walk over, you place it next to her, ready to leave her alone again but she suddenly takes your hand. ,,You're bleeding'' she states and as you look at your palm you indeed notice a cut, bleeding down your wrist. ,,It's fine Mina'' you mutter out, realising you must have picked up a piece of glass as you collected the documents, probably from a glass or mug being thrown around.
As you try and withdraw your wrist, she meets your gaze, not letting go. ,,Let me'' she tries and as much as you want to tell her that you aren't a child in return, you simply let her guide you to the bathroom connected to her office. As you lean on the bathtub, inside her bathroom plastered in lilac, you watch as she carefully opens her medicine cabinet, several bottles of different medication neatly placed, before she withdraws the first aid kit. She pulls out a disinfected spray and a bigger bandaid before approaching you.
Her eyes meet yours and you see pain in them, guilt, fear and without thinking about it your non bleeding hand cups her cheek, taking you both by surprise. ,,I'm so sorry'' you whisper as she slightly melts into your touch.
,,This will hurt a bit'' she explains calmly before you extract your hand and watch as she takes care of the cut for you. In awe you watch how gentle her movements are, spraying some disinfectant on the wound, before gently wiping it clean and wrapping it up in a band aid. Her eyes scan your features, looking for any kind of pain or discomfort but there was none. ,,Thank you Mina'' you whisper as she places the first aid kit back into the cabinet.
,,I understand if you don't want to talk to me'' you simply whisper before giving her a thankful smile as you look at your hand. As you step out of the bathroom and towards the door, she stops you. ,,Y/N'' she tries, her features filled with pain, tears beginning to form in her dark brown orbs.
,,I'm so sorry for saying all those things to you'' you apologise, your eyes pleading for her forgiveness.
,,Did you really think I was going to-?'' she begins but you instantly stop her ,,No'' you reassure her, meeting her eyes as you make the statement.
,,I know you would never hurt me Mina and I'm sorry for overreacting'' you begin, explaining how you misread the signs and how you know now that she simply wanted to comfort you.
,,I don't want you to be scared of me'' she whispers, a tear streaming down her cheeks. ,,I'm not Mina'' you quickly reassure as you brush the tear from her perfect features.
A little while later, Cordelia is now the one pacing around the bedroom, Billie's attempts to calm her down failing with each try. ,,I'm sure they are fine'' Billie keeps repeating but the supreme couldn't help but worry. ,,Screw it, I'm going to check'' she states, leaving the room and Billie following after her rushed, her heels clicking on the floor as they walk down the tiled corridor.
As Cordelia opens the door, she finds you curled up in Wilhemina's lap, the two of you sitting in her large purple armchair in the corner. Neither of you are talking, as all the talking had been done, simply enjoying each others company as her fingers take turns from running through your hair and gently caressing the cut on your hand through the bandaid. You listen to her heartbeat, holding onto her for dear life, not wanting to let her go.
The supreme smiles, all the worry leaving her features. ,,Told you Ms Supreme'' Billie teases.
,,Would you like to go to bed, little one?'' Mina whispers gently, tilting her head a little to look at you.
You simply nod and leave her lap, instantly missing to be this close to her. Passing her the cane, she balances before you follow the two blondes to the bedroom. After you get changed, you lay down, Billie and Cordelia to your left and waiting for your Mina.
As she finally approaches the bed, you take in her features, hair down and one of your favourite nightgowns that you had bought for her. ,,Mina?'' you whisper as she comfortably positions herself next to you. ,,Yes my sweet girl?'' she whispers as her gaze meets yours. ,,Can you hold me?'' you ask and the way your question came out, causes for more tears to almost escape. ,,Come here'' she coos as you wrap yourself up in her arms.
,,And little one?'' she whispers softly, still trailing her fingers through your hair. ,,I never want you to leave me alone'' she admits, thinking back to the argument and her earlier statement. ,,I know'' you whisper before holding onto her, again for dear life.
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hellooo! I know you've already wrote a bunch of fics with these characters but could you possibly write a story with cordelia, wilhemina and billie where billie invites them all to a party and reader bumps into her ex who won't leave her alone during the party? I honestly adore these characters together and you write them so well! ❤️
Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Tag you're it
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A/N: I don't know why but I can never write these three x reader and make it short. I kinda drifted a bit from the initial request but I hope it's enjoyable either way
word count: 7k (I apologise for any mistakes, I can't proofread long fics well)
tw: mention of physical and emotional abuse, past abusive relationship, cursing
taglist:  @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime
"Billie Dean, must you always be so dreadfully tardy?" Wilhemina's voice cuts through the air with the sharpness of a whip as she glares at the medium, who is leisurely applying another coat of lipstick in front of the mirror.
,,We are going to be late to this party you desperately wanted us to go to'' Wilhemina scolds, despite secretly admiring the view in front of her. Billie in a black suit, pearl necklace, the perfect set of heels, matching her acrylics.
Billie glances over her shoulder, her trademark smirk firmly in place. "Darling, punctuality is overrated. Besides, a lady always likes to make a grand entrance," she replies, fluttering her eyelashes in mock innocence.
Cordelia can't help but roll her eyes at the banter between her two girlfriends, already accepting the fact that they would be inevitably late to the party. ,,Can we pwease go Billie?'' you pout, your best set of puppy eyes meeting her brown eyes through the mirror.
,,Of course babydoll, let's go'' she smiles, glancing at Wilhemina before making a popping sound with her lips.
Wilhemina follows with an exasperated sigh, muttering under her breath how she was never going to do this again, at least if Billie asked. Cordelia and you shake your head in amusement, following the redhead and medium towards the car.
,,I'm driving'' the redhead mutters, trying to grab the keys off Billie Dean. ,,No way'' she argues before glancing at Cordelia with pleading eyes. Not in the mood for Wilhemina's road rage, Billie's driving skills that could for sure kill someone or Cordelia driving as slow as possible, you step forward.
,,Let me drive'' you beam, trying to grab the keys off Billie before you are met with three sets of stern eyes.
,,Absolutely not'' they agree, giving you that ,,you're a baby'' look. You simply roll your eyes, knowing it was quite bold of you and sigh ,,Well please can we just go then'' with your best puppy eyes yet again. And suddenly the three of them sort it out amongst themselves.
A while later, the music pulses through the dimly lit ballroom, as you examine your surroundings. You had no clue how Billie kept getting these invitations to exclusive parties but this was quite something. The theme must be ballroom meets club as the music was so loud you could barely focus. The decoration is fancy, chandeliers and even waiters walking around dressed fancy as they hand out champagne and food.
,,Would you like me to get us some drinks while you find our table?'' Billie's voice rings through the music and you quickly nod, wanting to get away from the crowds and loud music a little. ,,Do you need any help?'' you ask her but she quickly gives you a little peck on the cheek as she shakes her head, before you follow the other two, into another room.
This one is considerably more quiet, a fancy looking bar, the music still playing but less loud. ,,There we are'' Cordelia points out, extracting the chairs so Wilhemina and you can sit down. As you glance around the room you find Billie Dean standing by the bar, giving you a little wink before ordering the drinks.
,,What do you think of this place?'' Wilhemina asks as she places her hand on your thigh. ,,It's cool, I like the decorations'' you admit, meeting her brown eyes, wanting to make sure she isn't uncomfortable as you knew the redhead wasn't exactly one to party. ,,Are you feeling okay Mina?'' you ask and she stiffens a little at your statement.
However as her brown eyes meet yours, filled with such love and adoration, she quickly relaxes ,,All fine my love, especially when I'm anywhere with you''. Her statement causes you to blush as you avert your gaze, your cheeks growing red.
As you glance back towards the bar, you watch Bille struggle with the four drinks, so you quickly excuse yourself and make your way over to her. ,,Sure you don't need any help Ma'am'' you tease before she smiles and passes you two drinks. Your eyes wander to someone standing at the other end of the bar and your hands instantly start trembling a little. ,,Babydoll?'' Billie asks, noticing the shift in your behaviour.
,,Yes sorry, just thought I'd-'' you begin but simply follow behind her. ,,What? seen a ghost dear?'' she chuckles before you roll your eyes and hand the drinks to Wilhemina and Cordelia. ,,Thank you sweetheart'' the blonde smiles at you.
The four of you settle into the comfort of each other, music filling the background as Billie starts rambling about the party, the place and how she got the invite. ,,We should all go dancing'' Billie suggests, the excitement very visible in her voice and features. ,,Definitely not Howard'' Wilhemina warns, however as she glances towards you and Cordelia she is met with two sets of puppy eyes and she definitely has a hard time rejecting those.
,,Y/N I thought it was you'' a voice suddenly cuts through the air, causing you to jolt. ,,God please'' you think to yourself as your hands instantly start trembling, your whole body cringing and stiffening.
,,Samantha'' you mutter up your best smile, trying to hide the disgust in your voice.
Wilhemina and Cordelia glance at the person standing in front of you, brunette, about your age, wearing a very revealing red dress. Billie can't help herself, moving her hands toward the empty seat next to her ,,Please Y/N introduce us to your friend'' she ushers, and if looks could kill Wilhemina and Cordelia would have already sent the medium to the afterlife by now.
,,Um'' you stutter, unsure what to say or how to introduce her. ,,Cordelia, Wilhemina, Billie this is Sam- Samantha'' you tumble over your words. ,,Oh please Y/N, aren't you going to tell them we used to be a thing'' she teases before the mediums jaw drops slightly.
Cordelia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, her gaze flickering between you and Samantha as she processes the revelation. ,,Oh, is that so?'' she remarks, her tone laced with thinly veiled curiosity.
Wilhemina's lips curled into a disdainful sneer as she fixes Samantha with a withering glare. "How utterly interesting," she remarks, her disdain evident in every syllable. "I must say, Y/N, I never took you for the type to indulge in such... liaisons."
Before you can say anything or control your breathing, you feel Wilhemina's hand under the table travel from your thigh towards your centre slowly.
Billie, ever the troublemaker, leans in with a devilish grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "How come you have never mentioned dear Samantha, babydoll?" she exclaims curiously.
You squirm uncomfortably under their scrutinising gazes, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you. Without realising you hold onto your left upper arm, a nervous habit of yours. Desperately trying to diffuse the tension hanging thickly in the air, you open your mouth to make some sort of statement but the brunette is quicker.
Samantha, unfazed by the palpable awkwardness of the situation, merely chuckles, her gaze locking with yours in a silent challenge. "Oh, but darling, you know what they say about old flames," she purrs, trailing a finger seductively along the rim of her glass. "Sometimes, they have a way of reigniting when you least expect it."
Instantly Wilhemina's grip on your thigh tightens causing you to jolt a little, Billie simply rolls her eyes, unable to understand what you would have ever seen in that girl, before announcing ,,I'm going for a smoke'' swaying her hips more than necessary as she leaves.
,,Billie wait'' you exclaim quickly and she stops in her tracks. ,,Please let me come with you'' you practically beg and she simply smirks before nodding and taking your hand. The silence hangs in the air awkwardly as Cordelia and Wilhemina glance at each other. Samantha simply clears her throat before standing up ,,I'll be at the bar, tell Y/N I'd love to speak a bit more later''. Cordelia's eyebrow again shoots up as Wilhemina's grip on her glass tightens so much that the supreme worries she might just break it.
As soon as Billie and you make it towards the balcony, you inhale and exhale deeply, panic shooting through you a little. ,,Now darling that was quite something'' she admits, taking a long drag of her cigarette. Your gaze averts hers, feeling both shy and embarrassed as well as slightly dizzy, the lack of food and then running into her definitely adding to your state.
Billie scoots closer after a moment before discarding her cigarette on the floor. ,,Now babydoll, before we go back in there, I wanna make sure everyone in there knows you are taken'' and as you gulp you already feel her lips trail down your neck, leaving marks as she causes you to moan a little at the sudden sensation. After she's satisfied, she presses a kiss to your lips, admiring her work, before taking your hand and leading you back to your other two lovers.
Your chest feels a little tight as you make it back inside, however as you see only the redhead and blonde at the table you feel a little calmer, however knowing the raging thunderstorm that was going to happen sooner rather than later. ,,Are you okay sweetheart?'' Cordelia asks gently, noticing how uncomfortable and stiff you seem. You simply nod, trying to meet Wilhemina's icy gaze.
,,Dear Samantha wanted us to let you know she would love to chat with you a little more'' Wilhemina informs. As your eyes fall to your lap, Cordelia and Billie give her a glare, knowing the redhead to be jealous and possessive and deep down so are the two blondes but they could clearly feel how uncomfortable you are. Billie's eyes linger on the bar before clearing her throat ,,Do you want to dance babydoll?'' she asks.
,,Sure'' you mutter out, following the medium to the other room again, Cordelia and Wilhemina following behind. As the music fills your senses, you let loose a little, relaxing in the presence of your girlfriends. Cordelia takes your hand, dancing with you, while Billie moves her body closer and closer to you. Wilhemina doesn't move much, she simply looks at you with her brown eyes, filled with lust. Before you know it she presses her lips on yours in a fiery kiss. Your two blonde girlfriends simply exchange knowing glances, expecting this to be a long night for you.
You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of passion as you dance with the three of them. Cordelia's movements graceful and elegant, her hand guiding yours with gentle touch. Billie's energy remains infectious, her body pressing close to yours, occasionally trailing more kisses down your neck, moving in synch with the rhythm of the music. And Wilhemina, with her intense gaze and commanding presence, leads you with confidence, drawing you deeper into her embrace.
With each step, each turn you feel the connection to your lovers growing stronger. Slowly forgetting about the incident and awkwardness from before. The air is charged with electricity, and the heat of their bodies against yours ignites a fire within you. You lose yourself in the moment, before you suddenly feel another body close to yours.
Samantha's sudden presence adds a twist to the dance, her body pressing against yours in a provocative manner. You feel her movements, her face moving closer to your neck as she tries to draw you into her rhythm. Cordelia, Billie and Wilhemina exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and irritation at Samantha's sudden intrusion.
You try to politely disengage, subtly shifting away from Samantha's advances, trying to move closer to your redhead girlfriend, seeking her comfort and protection. However she persists, moving closer and her hands suddenly roaming your body, with a boldness that makes you severely uncomfortable. Sensing your unease, Cordelia steps forward, placing herself between you and your ex girlfriend, her expression firm as she subtly signals for her to back off.
"Hey, why don't you give us a moment alone?" Cordelia suggests, her tone polite but firm. Samantha's eyes linger on the supreme's and you can't believe her impossible behaviour. As you stand between Wilhemina and Cordelia, the music pounds against your eardrums, matching the pounding of your heart against your chest. Your entire body stiffens as you feel incredibly hot, your vision beginning to blur a little.
Before you can make your escape to the bathroom, Samantha's hand reaches for your upper left arm with surprising force, halting your retreat as you meet her gaze. The sensation sends a jolt of panic through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you instinctively try to pull away.
Cordelia instantly picks it up, the pieces finally falling together, having noticed, whenever you get nervous or feel uncomfortable, you would hold onto that same spot.
"Where are you going, darling?" Samantha's voice is disgustingly sweet, but there's a predatory gleam in her eyes that sends shivers down your spine. Her grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin, and you feel trapped, suffocated by her presence.
You glance uncomfortably at Wilhemina, Cordelia, and Billie, silently pleading for help. Their expressions darken with concern as they realise the gravity of the situation, their protective instincts kicking into overdrive.
"Let her go, Samantha," Wilhemina's voice is cold and commanding, cutting through the tension like a knife. But Samantha only smirks, her grip tightening even further as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.
"You can't hide from me, sweetheart," Samantha whispers, her voice laced with malice. "I'll always find you."
With a surge of adrenaline, you wrench your arm free from Samantha's grasp, stumbling backward in your haste to escape. Without a second glance, you flee to the safety of the bathroom, leaving Samantha's mocking laughter echoing in your ears.
Wilhemina's steely gaze follows you as you rush towards the bathroom, her jaw clenched tight with worry but mostly anger. But before she can even take a step towards you, following you, her attention is drawn to Samantha, who stands smirking in the wake of your departure.
,,What is it you think you are doing, Samantha?" Wilhemina's voice cuts through the air like a whip, her tone icy and unyielding. "You have no right to touch her'' she spits.
Samantha's smirk falters, replaced by a defiant glare as she squares her shoulders, unwilling to back down. The room crackles with tension as Wilhemina takes a step forward, her cane hitting the floor hard, her towering presence casting a shadow over Samantha. "I suggest you leave, Samantha," Wilhemina's voice is low and dangerous, her brown eyes flashing with warning. "Or you'll find yourself facing consequences you can't even begin to imagine."
Samantha holds Wilhemina's gaze for a moment longer, her expression a mask of defiance, before finally turning on her heel and striding away, disappearing into the throng of partygoers, faltering at the redheads words and demeanour. Cordelia and Billie exchange glances before heading towards the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the memories flood back with overwhelming force, each flashback hitting you like a tidal wave. You lean against the sink, struggling to catch your breath as tears blur your vision. The sound of your own sobs echo off the tiled walls, a painful reminder of your time with the brunette.
,,Y/N'' Wilhemina's voice breaks through the haze, her concern evident as she enters the bathroom, followed closely by Cordelia and Billie.
,,I'm so sorry Mina'' you whimper, scared of the consequences this night would have.
"Darling, are you okay?" Cordelia's voice is gentle. Billie stands beside her, a silent but reassuring presence, while Wilhemina watches you with a mixture of worry and confusion.
The redhead reaches out, taking a gentle step towards you as her cane echos through the tiled bathroom. As she tries to gently take your hand and guide you back into the present you suddenly take a step backwards, flinching at the redheads touch. Wilhemina halts, her heart breaking at the sight in front of her. ,,Sweetie, it's us'' Cordelia reassures and her words quickly guide you back into reality.
,,Can we take you home please?'' Billie Dean pleads before you simply nod, unable to form any words. On shaky legs you follow Cordelia before she asks ,,May I hold your hand sweetheart?'' and you take it without a moment of hesitation. Wilhemina and Billie follow behind you, quickly putting you onto the backseat as the two blondes settle in the front, Wilhemina next to you.
Three worried sets of eyes linger on you, and as Wilhemina takes in your trembling, exhausted form, her heart breaks yet again. Unsure whether she could touch you, considering you flinched earlier. ,,Little one?'' she asks drawing your eyes away from the window and towards the woman. As your scared eyes meet her own, you falter before you scoot closer, almost falling into her arms. ,,It's okay'' she coos, running her fingers through your hair, feeling a small sense of content at you melting in her touch.
As you're driven home in Wilhemina's arms, the events of the evening swirl in your mind like a never ending storm. Your vision blurs at the edges, the adrenaline of the confrontation with Samantha draining from your body, leaving you feeling weak and exhausted.
Once home, Cordelia gently eases you into bed, her touch soothing against your skin as she tucks you in with care. Your head spins with fragments of memories and emotions, the weight of the evening pressing down on your chest like a heavy weight, before everything goes black and quiet.
As you drift into a deep slumber, the three of them gather in a quiet corner of the bedroom, their voices low and earnest as they discuss the events of the night. Cordelia sits on the edge of the couch, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the fabric as she speaks.
"That was... unexpected," Billie begins, her tone tinged with a mixture of frustration and concern. Wilhemina nods in agreement, her expression grim. "It's clear she has no respect for boundaries," she says, her voice tight with anger.
Cordelia leans forward, her brow furrowed in thought. "I think there is more to this. Y/N has never mentioned her and judging by tonight, I'm not surprised'' the supreme admits.
Cordelia sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. ,,What do you mean?'' Billie asks, slightly oblivious and possibly tipsy. ,,I think she may have hurt her'' the blonde explains, knowing all too well about the effects of abuse, whether its physical or emotional due to her painful past.
Wilhemina's grip on her cane tightens, her blood boiling, regretting not having killed Samantha on the spot earlier. ,,We should talk to her tomorrow'' Billie opts, worry filling her features. Cordelia and Wilhemina simply nod, before collecting themselves, getting ready for bed to join you. Shuffling a little, you feel soft and gentle arms wrapping around you, causing you to feel safe, despite your slumber.
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,,Do you still love me?'' you ask, voice low and hushed.
,,What makes you think I don't?'' she replies, voice angry and loud.
,,Because you never treat me like you do anymore'' you think to yourself, knowing if you say the wrong thing you would provoke another argument and outburst.
,,Pathetic'' she screams, her grip on your left upper arm tightening yet again.
,,Please stop'' you cry out, your body shaking vividly.
Your sleep is disturbed by a haunting nightmare, replaying the events of the evening with Samantha in vivid detail. In the dream, her presence looms over you like a shadow, her voice dripping with malice as she taunts and torments you. You're trapped in a never-ending cycle of fear and despair, unable to escape her grasp.
,,You aren't going anywhere'' she threatens, her voice raised with anger.
Each time you try to break free, she only tightens her grip, her eyes burning with a sinister intensity. You can feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on you, suffocating you with its intensity. Every whispered threat sends shivers down your spine, leaving you paralyzed with terror.
As the nightmare reaches its climax, you find yourself gasping for air, your heart racing in your chest. You awaken with a sharp cry, drenched in sweat and trembling from head to toe. The memory of Samantha's presence lingers in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over your thoughts and leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Jumping out of bed, you retreat to a corner, holding onto that all too familiar spot on your arm again, where your ex girlfriend left you withs scars of the emotional and physical abuse you suffered in the past relationship. Cordelia woke first, noticing your shivering form, she tried to hold you, soothe you but you pushed her away, not realising it was your lover. Wilhemina and Billie woke when you jumped out of bed, stumbling over things before collapsing to the floor.
,,Y/N, sweetie'' the supreme coos, taking in your tired, scared and trembling form. ,,Please don't hurt me'' you mumble, still paralysed by your nightmare and the events from earlier that night. The three of them simply stand there, unable to form any words, your pain weighing down on them. Billie swallows hard, feeling guilty dragging you to that party to begin with, putting you through the obvious trauma again. Wilhemina boiling with anger, unable to believe how this subject only comes to the surface now and how you haven't told them about this yet. She scolds herself for all the times she has been rough with you, raising her voice slightly or indulging in other activities where she was anything but gentle with you.
Cordelia takes a leap, knowing there was no right way to go about this. She simply positions herself behind you, leaning against the wall before whispering ,,Sweetie, it's me Cordelia, you are safe and I am going to hold you now'' before taking you into her arms. As she gently wraps her arms around you, pulling you close despite your resistance. She can feel the tremors coursing through your body, the weight of fear pressing down on her heavily. But she refuses to let you suffer alone.
As you scream and thrash against her embrace, Cordelia holds you tighter, refusing to let go even as you push her away. She whispers soothing words into your ear, her voice a soft melody in the darkness admits the chaos.
Billie steps forward, unsure whether Cordelia was doing the right thing, seeing you struggle so much against her touch. Her eyebrows furrow with worry ,,Delia'' she whispers, tears streaming down the mediums face seeing you in so much agony. Your screams grow louder, more painful before slowly, ever so slowly, your struggles begin to subside, your sobs fading into quiet sniffles as you lean into her embrace. Cordelia holds you close, rocking you gently back and forth, her love for you shining bright even in the darkest of moments.
Billie lets out a shaky breath, before meeting the supremes eyes, a silent thank you for stepping forward and helping you in one of your darkest moments.
,,I'm so sorry for taking you there sweetie'' she apologises, rubbing soothing circles on your legs as she kneels in front of you.
,,What the fuck has that girl done to you Y/N?'' Wilhemina snaps, unable to control her emotions, before you shiver into Cordelia, Billie noticing your fear. She balances on her legs before approaching the redhead. ,,Mina, please she's scared'' the medium pleads and as her brown eyes fall onto your state, her eyes widen, guilt overtaking the redhead. She meets Cordelia's eyes before turning on her heel, leaving the room to cool off, retreating to her office.
Billie meets Cordelia's eyes, a silent conversation between their brown eyes, following Wilhemina while your girlfriend continues to hold you gently in her arms, rocking you back and forth as you let go, accepting her comforting embrace.
In the dimly lit confines of Wilhemina's office, the air is thick with tension, her usually composed demeanour cracking under the weight of her emotions. Papers are thrown across her desk, pieces of glass shattering, reflecting her anger and pain.
Billie enters the room cautiously, her gaze softening as she takes in the sight of her distressed lover. Without a word, she crosses the room and stands beside Wilhemina, offering her silent support.
,,Mina darling'' Billie tries softly, as she watches Wilhemina's trembling hand clutching the edge of her desk, her knuckles turning white with the effort to maintain her composure. But beneath the facade of strength lies a storm of anger, frustration, that Billie Dean could see right through.
,,Please Mina'' Billie tries again, trying to remain calm for her lover, despite her own emotions threatening to spill from her beautiful eyes any minute. ,,It's okay'' she tries, unsure what to say to calm the redhead down.
,,Nothing is okay Billie'' Wilhemina starts ,,This is our fault'' she snaps, sending another wave of documents flying across the room as she swipes her arm across her desk. ,,Darling, this isn't our fault'' Billie tries, despite not believing the words herself. ,,It is, have you thought about all the times we have been rough with her?'' the redhead snaps, anger overwashing her features.
Billie's gaze lands on the floor, unsure what to say as her girlfriend definitely has a point. ,,I don't understand why she has never told us'' Wilhemina admits, her voice quieter now. Billie watches in quiet awe as the redhead slowly begins pouring her heart out. She knows that behind the cold exterior lies a woman of unparalleled depth and love.
Without a word, Billie reaches out and takes Wilhemina's hand in hers, squeezing it gently, a silent gesture. ,,I don't know Mina but she needs us, we need to be here for her now okay?'' she replies before her eyes meet the redheads. Wilhemina simply nods before composing herself and feeling Billie's gentle manicured hands take her back to the dimly lit bedroom.
As they enter, they find you tucked into bed, softly asleep again as the panic subsided, a new set of clothes as you drenched the other ones. Cordelia gives them a gentle smile after putting a glass of water down next to you. ,,Are you okay, love?'' she asks gently, meeting her redhead lovers tired eyes. But Wilhemina isn't in the mood to lay her feelings out again, her walls up high after Billie has seen her outburst moments ago. ,,How is she?'' she urges, taking in your sleeping form. ,,She's okay now, I doubt she will remember much of this in the morning'' the supreme announces softly.
,,Let's go back to bed'' Billie pleads, yawning as sleepiness overtakes her again. Wilhemina hesitates ushering the medium to get into bed before quietly leaving the room. After tucking Billie into bed next to you, the supreme follows after her redhead girlfriend. She finds Wilhemina in her office, papers scattered everywhere, pieces of glass, a reflecting of her anger on the floor. ,,Love?'' Cordelia tries, shutting the door quietly.
With gentle steps she approaches Wilhemina, sitting on her desk chair, head turned away from the supreme. As Cordelia carefully makes her way over, she kneels in front of the redhead. ,,Darling, look at me please'' she ushers before she is met with glassy eyes. Cordelia closes her eyes for a moment, not being able to stand the sight of her girlfriend like this, knowing how much Wilhemina struggles with showing her emotions.
,,It's okay'' she coos before cupping the redheads cheek and suddenly Wilhemina melts right into her touch, a tear streaming down her cheek. The two of them stay like this for a while, before the blonde tries gently. ,,Can you talk to me darling?'' she almost whispers, meeting the redheads glassy gaze. ,,How did we not know Cordelia?'' she pleads with her lover, after the weight of the events crush down on her. ,,I assume she didn't want this darling or maybe she wasn't ready to tell us yet'' the supreme tries, unsure of your reasoning herself.
,,But she should trust us, should have told us'' Wilhemina argues. Cordelia hesitates for a moment before replying ,,We haven't told her either darling''. Wilhemina's eyes shoot up at the supreme's, the weight of her words causing for her walls to build right up again. Of course you could tell that the redheads past left scars on her soul, the same with Cordelia. The blonde rarely mentioned her past, her ex husband and the scars he had left on her soul but you could tell. Wilhemina exhales a deep breath ,,I wish I-'' she starts not wanting to finish her sentence. ,,Darling, you have been nothing but gentle with her'' Cordelia reassures, knowing exactly what lingered on her girlfriends mind. ,,Not always'' Wilhemina whispers, barely audible, thinking back to the times she had been loud with you, rough with you and angry with you.
,,And she handled it with such grace, never showing any signs of being scared or triggered'' the supreme starts. ,,Darling, do you know why?'' but Wilhemina simply shakes her head. ,,Because you- we make her feel safe despite it all''. A small smiles creeps it's way onto Wilhemina's features, wanting to trust her girlfriend, believe her words and a small part of her hoping this was actually the case. Not being able to find another logic explanation she simply nods, her features softening before she presses a kiss to the blonde's cheek. ,,Can we go back to bed now love?'' the supreme asks gently but her gaze lands on the floor, the traces of her anger still there.
,,Let me'' Cordelia suggests, before standing up and with a flick of her wrist Wilhemina's office is back to a normal state, paper neatly folded on her desk, the glass fixed back in its old state. With a gentle smile the redhead thanks her before allowing her to take her back to the bedroom, where they find you and Billie curled up, softly asleep in the comfort of each others arms, before they join you two.
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The week that followed was certainly uncomfortable. The three of them tried to talk to you over and over again but you brushed the subject off each time. Of course you remembered the nightmare and Cordelia holding you down as your screams rippled through the walls of the academy. But a part of you didn't want to remember, acting towards them as if you didn't. This had been exactly the reason you never mentioned anything to them, not being able to stand Billie's guilty eyes following you everywhere. Cordelia hovering and treating you differently. You didn't want to be perceived as different, weak and broken. All you wanted was for them to see you for the way you are and always had been. Wilhemina had been quiet mostly, barely trying to bring the subject up and you aren't sure whether she is upset with you or simply wants to give you the chance to approach her about it.
As the four of you slowly settle into the normality of your lives again, Billie out working, Cordelia in the greenhouse in between teaching classes and doing her usual magic things, Wilhemina working in her office. You find yourself, feeling useless all of a sudden. Usually, whenever you aren't working, you would do things around the academy and help out, having learnt in your life that the price to repay them could be these little things. Your girlfriends often didn't notice, how clean the academy was and that it was through your efforts. The fridge would always be stocked up, washing done, and food served. Sometimes, despite not being a witch and having no clue about witchcraft you would even help out some of the girls with their tasks, at least to the extend your abilities allowed you.
Wandering through the academy, the sun slowly begins to set and coating the large white rooms in a beautiful orange, you think about what you could do next. However, you had already done everything, going shopping, preparing dinner, doing the washing and dishes, tidying Billie's office and helping Delia in the greenhouse. For a moment Wilhemina crosses your mind and whether you should bring her some tea or coffee but instantly you feel a little unease, knowing she would probably give you that broken face again or possibly questioning you and you couldn't stand it.
The thought quickly vanishes, as you hear a knock on the door. Innocently, you make your way towards the door, assuming it's one of the girls as you saw some of them heading out to the markets a while ago or even Billie, although you didn't calculate the fact that they all had keys. As you swing the door open with a smile, it vanishes quicker than it made it's way onto your features. ,,Sam- Samantha'' you stutter, hoping this was just some bad dream again.
,,So this is where you live now?'' she questions, her voice sounding softer than the last few times you had seen her.
As you take in her features, a sense of unease washes over you, having learnt by now that there wasn't a lot of genuine things about the girl standing in front of you. ,,Yes.. how did you know?'' you ask confused, your hand lingering close enough to the door-handle that you could quickly shut it, incase you needed to.
,,Well after the other week, I did some research'' she speaks softly, smiling at you. ,,You live with the Cordelia Goode'' she states, meeting your gaze.
And right there for a second you think about the first time you had met Samantha. Maybe it was the way her voice sounded so soft and loving suddenly or maybe the fact she is wearing something similar to your first meeting, you aren't sure. Recalling the first time you laid eyes on her, how your heart fluttered for the first time. You didn't even know you liked women at the time. Always having been confused about your sexuality as you hated the thought of ever being in a relationship or physical with a man. She was so sweet, showering you in compliments, slowly stealing your heart away. She would keep visiting at your old workplace, always tipping well before eventually handing you her number.
After about a year, the two of you moved in together and that's when everything changed. Samantha would be tired after work sometimes, completely ignoring your existence. Then suddenly she would be very emotionally hard to reach. From showering you in affection and love to nothing in the change of an instant. It took another year for things to get really bad and when her tight grip first made an appearance on your arm, you knew this was a bad idea. It took you a long time to accept your fate and what happened to you, before eventually leaving.
You hadn't seen her in about two years, meeting Cordelia, Billie and Wilhemina at one of the most unexpected moments of your life and hesitating at first, whether that was what you wanted. But they convinced you, so gentle, so beautifully and after a few months you moved in with them, always cautious if you aren't making a big mistake again.
,,Darling?'' a voice pulls you back into reality and you cringe at the pet name, feeling like Samantha has no right to call you this anymore. Not after everything that happened and all this time.
,,What do you want from me?'' you spit, feeling a wave of anger and pain wash over you, holding back the tears and the lump forming in your throat.
,,I wanted to apologise'' she suddenly starts and this causes your eyebrows to furrow.
,,Sam-'' you begin, and calling her by her nickname doesn't only take you by surprise.
As she takes a step closer, she moves her hand gently, trying to wipe the tear from your face but you step away, knowing she was unpredictable and this could escalate quickly.
,,Babydoll?'' you suddenly hear the voice of a certain angel emerging closer.
Rolling your eyes, you know this isn't going to end well. ,,Please go'' you plead with her, knowing that Billie for sure wasn't going to take this well. ,,Why? so you can go back to your sugar mommies?'' she suddenly snaps, anger overtaking you at hearing her statement.
,,Give me another chance, I can make you happy Y/N, I'm so sorry about everything'' she pleads, her voice sounding softer again.
Before you can even reply, you see Billie approach, after having parked her car and hearing your voice. The medium simply looks at you and Samantha before walking over to you, positioning herself in front of you, her hand reaching for yours hastily. ,,How have you found this adress?'' Billie asks sternly, her protective instincts kicking in.
Samantha simply rolls her eyes before scoffing ,,How hard do you think it is to find you all? Medium to the stars, Supreme to this coven and whoever the fuck that other weirdo is'' making some weird hand gestures as she exaggerates her statement.
,,Sam'' you express, stepping forward a little but Billie's grip on your hand tightens. ,,You need to leave, please'' you urge, afraid Wilhemina or Cordelia would get ahold of this situation.
,,Fine'' she mumbles before meeting your eyes again. ,,But do you know how I know you still love me?'' she asks as she turns on her heels. ,,You call me Sam- that same way you always have'' and with those words she leaves, leaving a furious Billie Dean behind as well as you struggling to comprehend the whole thing and her words.
,,Babydoll?'' Billie asks after she made sure Samantha left. ,,Are you okay?'' she tries, cupping your cheeks and noticing the dampness of them. ,,I'm fine Billie'' you mumble, reaching for her handbag she abandoned on the floor, before walking inside.
As you make your way to the kitchen, Billie following behind, her heels echoing through the quiet academy. ,,Hey, talk to me'' she tries, noticing how quiet and tense you seem, very unlike you. ,,Just please Billie, don't tell Mina or Delia, they will be furious'' you try as you meet her gaze.
However as her eyes wander from yours into the room, you can tell they are both already there. ,,Don't tell us what?'' Wilhemina questions, her voice sounding stern. You don't turn around, not wanting to meet their gazes and so you simply plead with the medium still standing in front of you. ,,Baby'' Billie tries, tilting her head, knowing she couldn't do what you are asking of her, especially with Cordelia being the supreme and being able to read both of your thoughts if needed.
,,Fine'' you simply mutter, before discarding her handbag on the table, leaving the room, not daring to look at Cordelia or Wilhemina as you make your way towards the stairs. ,,Where are you going sweetheart?'' Cordelia tries but you are already gone. Retreating to the comfort of your bedroom, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, Sam's words still replaying in your mind.
,,Billie darling, what's going on'' Cordelia tries gently, meeting her brown eyes with pleading ones. ,,Samantha was just here'' Billie admits, feeling guilty but knowing this couldn't be avoided. A bang of a cane follows her statement, anger overtaking the redhead. ,,What?'' Cordelia questions sternly, her gaze following where you stood moments ago and wandering towards the stairs. ,,How did she find her?'' Wilhemina exclaims angrily, scolding herself for not being there when this unfolded.
,,Apparently it's not hard to find us'' the medium exclaims, lighting a cigarette nervously. ,,Well what happened?'' Cordelia asks, ushering the medium to sit down and the same for the redhead. As Billie takes a seat by the kitchen table, Cordelia following behind, Wilhemina remains standing, balancing the weight of her emotions on her cane, her knuckles turning white. ,,I'm not sure, I found them talking, I think she was apologising to Y/N and she-'' Billie starts but stops herself before carrying on.
,,And what?'' Wilhemina snaps before Cordelia and Billie's head travel in her direction. ,,She said she knows Y/N still loves her and that she wants her back'' the medium can barely finish the statement before a tear rolls down her cheeks. An angry cane bang follows yet again, causing Billie to jolt a little. ,,Pathetic'' the redhead exclaims angrily, before turning on her heel and making her way upstairs, Cordelia trying to stop her with each steps she is taking. ,,Don't'' she tries but Wilhemina can't be stopped, despite their desperate attempts.
As the door swings open, you see the three of them walking in, Cordelia and Billie in front of Wilhemina, as to shield you from the force that was about to happen. Your hearts begin banging against your chest angrily, matching the banging of Wilhemina's cane. ,,So you wanted to keep this from us?'' she starts as she halts her steps.
,,Yes'' you mumble, meeting Cordelia's worried and Billie's guilty eyes. ,,And why is that?'' the redhead questions, her voice sounding more neutral than you expect it to, given the circumstances but Wilhemina knew how to compose herself. ,,Because of this'' you exclaim, anger overwashing your features as your voice raises slightly.
,,Are you actually considering it?'' Wilhemina suddenly snaps, her walls building up high. ,,What?'' you question confused before she finishes her final attack ,,Are you going back to her?'' she spits before Cordelia immediately cuts her off. ,,Wilhemina stop'' she threatens, stepping in between you and the redhead, not wanting this to escalate further.
,,No of course not'' the words flow freely from you now, unable to contain your emotions any longer. ,,Why would I want to do that?'' you question ,,Why would I ever go back to her? she hurt me, shouted at me if I didn't finish the dishes, washing, had food on the table when she returned. Why would I ever go back? when she treated me like she loved me so much but then would stop talking to me on other days?'' with each revelation of your past relationship Cordelia and Billie's jaw drop, only now understanding the extent of the abuse you have suffered. Tears linger in their eyes as they stand frozen in their spot.
,,And this'' you begin before pointing towards the redhead ,,This is what I didn't want, the constant hovering, worry, guilt in your eyes. Looking at me as if I'm some-'' you pause then as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. ,,As if'' you take a deep breath, the words and truth knocking the air from your lungs ,,As if I'm broken'' you admit before angrily wiping the tears from your face, not wanting them to see you so vulnerable and indeed broken.
Neither of them speak and you aren't sure what to take their silence for, not realising that both Cordelia and Billie are crying, Wilhemina's features so much softer but filled with so much pain at the same time. ,,I'll go'' you begin again, before walking over to your dresser, ready to fit all your belongings into a bag. ,,What?'' Billie questions shakily.
,,Sweetheart?'' Cordelia questions, not understanding your sudden change of demeanour. ,,I'll leave, so you can have your picture perfect live again, without me'' you admit, now tears streaming down your face again as you keep in the sobs that are threatening to follow soon after. ,,Without this broken me'' you mutter to yourself as you angrily reach for clothes and fail to crumble them into a bag that you found laying around.
,,Little one?'' you suddenly hear Wilhemina's voice ring through the chaos and storm, causing for your ears to ring, hence why you didn't hear her approaching. Her arms find their way around your trembling form, abandoning her cane. ,,Little one'' she tries again before you collapse into the redhead, sinking to the floor as you couldn't stand all the emotions within you, anger, shame, guilt, sadness. She kneels then, ignoring the aching of her back or Cordelia's pleas for her to take over. But she had upset you, so she needed to fix this.
,,Shh'' she coos as you sit on the floor, sobbing into her chest. ,,I'm sorry'' you muffle through sobs ,,I wanted to tell you all but I didn't know how'' you carry on ,,I never thought I would have to see her again'' you finish before the supreme takes over, steadying Wilhemina and taking your sobbing form over to the comfort and safety of the bed.
The room fills with silence as you sit on the bed, sobbing into Wilhemina's chest, her leaning against the head frame of the bed, her back now much more comfortable, although her heart singing a different tune against your head resting on her chest.
,,Sweetie?'' Cordelia tries gently, kneeling next to you and the redhead, Billie hovering nearby. ,,Listen to me, none of this is your fault'' she begins, meeting your eyes as she says those words. ,,It's within your right not to tell us and we aren't upset with you'' she explains. ,,We are worried about you and want to take care of you, will you just let us do that my sweet girl?'' she tries and you simply nod, meeting her brown reassuring eyes.
,,Good girl'' she praises, a sigh of relief leaving her lips.
For a while, you stay like this, you aren't sure how much time had passed as the sky was pitch black by now, the only light source a little lamp in the corner that Cordelia kept on for you, just in case. Billie and Cordelia eventually fell asleep, assuming that you also drifted off to sleep in Wilhemina's chest. However you are still laying awake, listening to the redheads heartbeat, thinking back to the couple of days and regretting your outburst before.
,,Little one?'' Wilhemina whispers, startling you a little as you didn't expect anyone awake. You look up, eyes meeting the redheads, her expression warm, soft and gentle. ,,I'm so sorry about before'' she begins, struggling initially to get the words out. She presses a soft kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle a little. ,,I just wish you had told me so I wouldn't have been as harsh and ..'' but she doesn't finish her sentence, her gaze simply averting yours. ,,Mina?'' you whisper, drawing your attention back to her. ,,I don't mind it, I didn't even realise any of that, because you.. you make me feel safe and I trust you'' you confess.
Her gaze averts yours again but this time you feel tears run down her beautiful features but you are quick to catch them. The redhead can't comprehend a reply, simply deeply touched by your statement and a weight lifting off her shoulders a little through your confession. ,,I'll always keep you safe little one, always'' she promises before you comfortable lay in her arms, Cordelia having sleepily overheard the whole thing and simply smiling contently before wrapping an arm around you.
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N days with no second season etc etc
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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
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Why can’t we have things like this?
Well, it’s not up to us, is it? It’s up to God. He decides who gets what.
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the ones left behind
( insp by “ampio orizzonte” by ettore tito) 
(prints now available!)
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ed: so yeah I want the skeleton to like. be stabbing the heart. yknow. its like symbolic for. for how love is bullshit, yknow. love isn't real so I'm saying haha fuck you, heart! I don't need you anymore! so everyone who sees it will know I'm heartless, and, and like, totally over it all. a real love is dead kinda guy. guy with no heart, that's me. no one wants to mess with me now, they're gonna look at the flag and go aw no, look at this guy he's got no heart! don't wanna go near him! and and and the heart has to be like, bleeding, right, cuz it's like. a metaphor. for how I'm gonna stab everyone. I'm gonna stab everyone so hard, right in the fuckin heart, cuz I don't care. I don't care about love. cuz it's not real. and I'm the most not in love guy in the world. are you getting all this
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@stepintomyworld it’s you and me we are in this picture
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''Oh come on, stupid idea :(''
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-i hope you find that.
-i think i have.
available as a set of three 5x7’s in my store now ✨
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