#wilhelmina really said get your ass out here or else

[blueshistorysims]

February 1923, Henford-on-Bagley, England

Byron’s 28th birthday passed with little fanfare. He didn’t even invite his mother to visit. Instead, he’d spent the last two months holed up in his house, writing correspondence with linguists, philologists, archeologists, etc. He’d taken up Samson’s suggestion and buried himself in his passions, and when someone asked for a person in the UK who could read and translate Akkadian and Aramaic along with fluency in Arabic, he’d eagerly volunteered himself, acting as an additional translator for recently found tablets. He’d gotten so into it that he’d even had replicas made so he could study them.

When he wasn’t doing that, he’d decided to pick up translating books again, though he used a different name for publishers, but after learning there were no official English translations of the complied tablets of the Epic of Gilgamesh that included recent discoveries, he’d thrown himself into it, spending nearly all day in his study and library all day, only leaving to sleep, eat, or bathe. It was an obsession, overtaking every other thought he had, but he supposed it was better than being depressed and drinking, even if it was still isolation

A week after his birthday, Byron received a short letter from Wilhelmina. 

Byron,

I haven’t heard from you in months. I hear you’ve been busy with all sorts of translation work, and I am interested to see what you will do with it—I doubt it is a coincidence that you are writing to the same publishing company my husband uses. Jack is about to publish his third book of poems, and we’re throwing a party to celebrate, and not to flatter myself, but I am a very good hostess, and most of our friends aren’t snobby little lords and ladies, but people I think you would like to get know, writers, artists, scholars, etc. both well known and unknown. Although Jack’s not a member of the Bloomsbury Group, he spends enough time with them I think he should be! It will be on the 2nd of March, Friday evening. The party starts at six, but I implore you to come early and stay with us for the week—there is a new exhibit at the British Museum featuring pre-Anglo-Saxon Celtic Britain, and with your knowledge and mastery of Common Brittonic, I fancy you would make a lovely guide and perhaps we’ll find a dirty phrase or two. I expect a telegram within the next two days once this letter arrives.

Warmest Regards (unless you fail to reply),

Wilhelmina Porter

He laughed, setting the letter down and shaking his head. Wilhelmina, he learned, was something of a hostess, and he’d heard of parties thrown by Jack Porter and his wife, though he’d never known it was her. But it wasn’t what he was thinking about. This, alongside being a letter from a friend, was also the first invitation he’d received since getting divorced, and in truth, he missed his heavy social life in New York, and while he wasn’t accepted among men of his noble rank, she was right. He longed to be in the social circles with the beliefs he held—so it didn’t take very long before he left the library to pack a suitcase for London.  

[ecclais-fouoras]

FALLING, for someone like you.

Ch 1

Mentions of blood

You were walking down the stairs of your office, you were almost in your own office when you heard it. It was as quiet as a whisper. But enough to have you pay Attention. And you heard it again, a little whimper, like someone was crying quietly.

The sounds came from the floor underneath you. You decided to go find out who it was.

"Who's here ?"

You asked softly, no one responded so you kept going further.

It was your boss, ms Venable, sitting on the floor, her skirt higher up on her thighs, holding her legs like a little kid trying to soothe themself.

Her knee was covered in blood and her cane to far for her to reach. You rushed to her side and asked worriedly. "Oh god Ms venable what happened ?" She composed herself for a minute

"Well are you blind y/n, ?"

"No, I'm not but i though...."

"A dangerous pastime"

"Oh come on ! I said i thought it..."

"I do not give a single fuck about what you think"

"And you wonder why you're single"

"Excuse me ?"

"You heard me"

"I did now WOULD YOU EXPLAIN WHAT YOU EXACTLY MEAN BY THAT"

"I MEAN THAT YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF"

"I..."

"AND WHAT EVERYONE ELSE THINKS ABOUT YOU. BUT THAT AIN'T IT MS VENABLE....THERE IS MORE TO THE WORLD, THERE'S MORE TO PEOPLE AROUND YOU ! THERE'S... MORE TL LIFE, THAN THE BITTERNESS OF YOUR HEART TRIES TO CONVINCE YOU THERE IS"

"WHAT do YOU know about the world y/n ?! You have barely even lived old enough to leave your own diapers"

"And YOU'VE LIVED LONG ENOUGH TO STILL WEAR THEM !"

"AT LEAST I'VE LIVED LONG ENOUGH TL KNOW HOW PEOPLE ARE "

"clearly not long enough for that. Clearly you still believe there is nothing else in this world that matters to people besides money, and power. Well you're wrong, people have other motives, LOVE, CARE, FRIENDSHIP, SPIRITUALITY. We are not empty vessels for horrible people. We are not just, 'the idiots who work for you', we are the PEOPLE who work WITH you. With our own stories, experience, interests, and you would know. If you weren't so damn cold ! If you actually gave a shit, about any of us, beyond what we could think of you !"

"Well then what do YOU think of me"

"I THINK YOU'D MAKE FRIENDS IF YOU CARED !"

"WHAT ?"

"I THINK YOU HAVE INTERESTING THINGS TO SAY, EXPERIENCE, INTERESTS, BUT YOU ARE TO DAMNED AFRAID TO SHARE THEM.

I think you have to give love in order to receive some ! I don't know who's made you so sure that no one would or should ever. love you but that person's a piece of shit who doesn't deserve anything more than a rat's ass. Now let me help fou for god's sake. I can't stand to see you in pain"

"Why ?!"

"Because I don't want you to be in pain ! ESPECIALLY WHEN I CAN DO SOMETHING TO HELP ! IT'S CALLED EMPATHY"

"SO you just feel bad for everyone for no reason"

"Not necessarily, but right now I FEEL BAD FOR YOU ! NOW LET ME HELP.... please !"

She nodded so You rose to your Feet qnd told her "I'll be back soon". After a few minutes you came back with some rubbing alcohol, compress and bandages.

"We gotta get that cleaned up otherwise it could get infected"

"Get away y/n, i can do this on my own"

"Of course and you could get an open heart surgery by yourself so no-one else would have to see it. We get it, you're tough, and strong. Now quit this shit and let me help you."

"What-..."

"You heard me, now stop talking or I'll hit you so hard, I'll make your ancestors dizzy."

"How dare you talk to me like this. I am your supervisor, you will get back to your office now."

"With all due respect that's some bullshit. Let me help you now." She hesitated for a bit but gave in eventually. So you damped the cotton in alcohol cleaned her up and she winced. "I'm sorry, this will sting a bit"

You were closer to her than you'd ever been, your hand on her thighs and you could feel her breath on your neck. Her wound wouldn't close up no matter how much pressure you put on it. "Shit, this won't stop bleeding...I think you need stitches for that one"

"No i don't"

"Yes you do, the cut is to deep"

"I'm not going to the hospital"

"Yes you are" you replied.

"No"

"Why ?"

"...leave me alone please"

"I will not, you are hurt And you are bleeding and you can't stand up. I'm staying right there"

"Why"

"Because I care ! Because I don't leave people who need a little hand to bleed out sitting on their ass ! Because you're my boss, but mostly my colleague. Because you deserve someone who wants to help."

"You really think so ?"

"Yes ! Now stop being a pain in the ass and let me take you to the hospital."

"I can't, i...i have an hospital phobia. I can't do it"

Your mind immediately wondered to her cane, and her scoliosis, which probably took her to the hospital as a kid. And doctors can be quite mean, especially when they see you often.

"Okay... I'll find something else...oh my god does your back hurt right now, do you want to move ?"

"....it hurts but i don't want to move"

"Alright...I can stich you up, but it'll be without anestesia"

"Do it"

"Venable, It'll hurt like a bitch, are you really sure you don't want to go to the ER ?"

"Yes I'm sure, i can't go..."

"Even if I'm with your the whole time ?"

"I'm...."

"I'll hold your hand if you need it, and I won't leave your side"

"No... I'm sorry just stich me up"

You got all of the tools ready, and prepared her leg.

"It won't be long, bite this."

Your hands worked on her leg, and she groaned loudly at the pain. You cut the chord and cleaned her up again.

"All done I'm finished."

"Finally"

"Well I'm not done with you yet, do your have any wound anywhere else ?"

"No, i don't think so" you nodded

"Good Now, are you going to tell me what happened ?"

"It's embarrassing"

"I'm sure it's not, come on" you squeezed her knee and looked at her softly so she'd feel safe.

"I...I was trying to go to your office and I fell down the stairs and broke the light bulb, my cane was to far and i couldn't get back up so I dragged myself here."

"Oh...ms Venable, why didn't you call me ? I could have hellped you"

"Don't be silly y/n, you would have probably laughed if I wasn't your superior"

"No. I wouldn't have, because you've hurt yourself, and your pain isn't funny to me at all."

"Well i don't know why you would do that"

"Look, we might not know each other very much, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone."

"You don't know me, maybe i do"

"Well then let me get to know the real you, and I'll be the juge of that" she laughed ironically

"Well you are quite the specimen."

"I know right ?! Now let's get you up, unless you'd like to spend the night sitting on the floor....here"

You picked her up by her hips, and before she could protest you cut her off.

"Tsk tsk tsk.. let me help you, that's the least I can do. I can't take away your pain, at least let me soothe it." Once you though she looked like she could stand up on her own you went to pick up her cane but suddenly she was falling again but this time you were close enough to at least hold her while she went down. You shifted so she you could be the one to take the impact and she fell on top of you.

"I'm so sorry y/n.. are you okay ??"

"Ye..yeah I'm Fine are you ?"

She began to laugh from the bottom of her heart at how ridiculous this situation was, and you joined her.

"That was really stupid of me...to think I'd take a step... without my cane"

"And that was really stupid of me... to think that leaving your side to pick it up was a good... idea" you said in between breaths

After a while you both calmed down, and she was still lying on you, her har had fallen out of her ponytail and came to rest on the side of her face, her eyes shining orange and her breath hitting your neck in a slow and steady rithm. She looked so beautiful, you brushed her hair behind her ear, before offering her a warm smile.

"Hi"

"Hey"

"We should get up y/n"

"Probably"

"Even though you are oddly confortable"

"And you are specifically beautiful"

She rose to her feet as if you'd insulted her, her pride, her life. So you lifted your hand to stroke her cheek.

"It's okay ms Venable, you're safe, I've got you. I really do find you beautiful, I'm not making fun of you."

You spoke as your words calmed all of her fears.

You both got up, you gave her back her cane.

And both of you walked off into the parking lot.

"I'd like to take you to dinner someway ms Venable"

"Please call me Wilhelmina"

"Okay then, I'd like to take you to dinner someway Wilhelmina"

"I'd like that too y/n"

[zamoimagines]

Someone Else’s Baby

Word count: 1,807

Pairings: Venable x reader, Reader x OC

Chapters: 1, 2

Summary: Things between you and Venable had ended rocky. When Venable realizes that she’s still in love with you, she travels to find you to make things right. You’ve moved on with someone else. Mina is determined to win you back and give you the love you deserve. 

A/N: Here you guys go! It’s been a long wait, but here’s chapter two! Sorry that it’s short but I have a lot more to write up. Enjoy! I hope you guys like it!

A loud crack of thunder rumbled outside of the airport. Most of the other travelers looked nervous, but Wilhelmina wasn’t too worried about the weather. As long as she could get back to sunny Los Angeles and never come to this state again, she was happy to travel in any weather. She turned the page of the book she was reading before the intercom blared a voice from overhead.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing quite some severe weather up in the skies. All flights to Philadelphia, New York, and Los Angeles have been canceled until further notice. Please visit one of our customer service desks to reschedule your flight.”

Everyone around her began to groan and mumble. Wilhelmina’s eyes widened at the sudden news. There was absolutely no way that she was going to be stuck here. Frantically, she reached for her cell phone and called Jeff’s number. When the line connected, she could hear hooting and hollering in the background of the call.

“Miss Venable! What the fuck is up, man!” Jeff cried out.

Wilhelmina rolled her eyes. They must’ve gotten another shipment of coke while she was gone.

“Mr. Pfister, I need a private jet sent to me as soon as possible.”

“Hey! Mutt, Venable’s heading back!”

“YAY!” Mutt yelled into the phone. Venable took the phone away from her ear for a moment so she wouldn’t go deaf.

“Let us talk to Y/N! We wanna know how you wooed her back!” Jeff added.

“She isn’t with me-”

“That’s okay, we’ll talk to her when you guys get back!”

“No, that’s not what I meant-”

“We’ve got a whole wedding to plan, Jeff! We have to come up with a color scheme!” Mutt said with a slurred voice.

“Gentlemen!” Venable shouted into the phone. The people around her stared at her in confusion. All she could do was scowl and turn away from the looks she was being given.

“I’m coming back by myself. She’s moved on.”

The other end of the phone call was completely silent. Venable could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

“If you could just send the jet for me, it would be greatly appreciated. I would like to come home.”

“I thought you had a flight back?” Jeff muttered.

“My flight has been canceled, Mr. Pfister, and I need to be back in my office today.”

“CANCELED?! IT’S FATE!” Mutt yelled once again. She could hear Jeff excitedly laughing as well.

“Miss Venable! Don’t you see it! The universe is fucking telling you to go after her!”

“That’s definitely not what a canceled flight means.”

“Venable, I gotta give it to you straight; Before you met Y/N, you always had a stick up your ass. You never had any fun, you were always working, and I don’t think I ever saw you smile.”

“Yeah, you were a complete bitch!”

“Mutt, shut up!”

All their talk wasn’t making her feel any better. She only felt worse about herself. A single tear rolled down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away.

“What are you trying to say, Mr. Pfister?”

“I’m saying that Y/N completed you. You were so happy, and so in love! You can’t just let it all slip away because you guys had a falling out.”

“What does that have anything to do with my travel back home?”

“That’s the thing, Venable. You’re not coming back home.”

Venable’s heart raced in her chest. They were most definitely trying to torture her, in no way was this any helpful.

“You’re not serious,” Venable growled.

“Actually, I am! You have another two weeks in the Midwest, missy. I’ll call the hotel and tell them that you’re extending your stay.”

“Mr. Pfister, wait-”

“We’ll send some money to your account for food and shit.”

“GOOD LUCK VENABLE!!!” Mutt screamed into the phone. Before Venable could protest, the two hung up on her.

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After the phone call, Venable had stopped by her hotel to drop off her things. She couldn’t stand the thought of sitting around her room and wallowing, so instead, she changed blouse and high waisted pants. Her hair was tied up in a bun; she could care less about the way she looked. Though, with the extra money, she figured it would be good to get out to the grocery store and get little things to eat while her bosses were tormenting her.

Midwestern grocery stores weren’t nearly as packed as the ones she’d gone to in Los Angeles. In fact, the little building she decided to go into barely had any customers. She could get used to staying here. Wilhelmina skimmed at the aisles and tried hard to find something to get her by. She mindlessly filled her cart with random items as she continued throughout the store. For a moment, she paused to look down at everything in the basket.

Raisin bran, a couple of cans of soup, and a bottle of red wine. She sighed heavily. Even her shopping cart was depressing. How was she even going to try to eat anything? Her heart was so broken that it was taking all of her energy to get out and even be here. What would Y/N say…

What was so much better about that blonde? Y/N had never mentioned finding a single blonde attractive as long as Mina had known her. Yes, the new woman was peppy… and positive, kind, and she had a very warm smile. But wasn’t that off-putting? Wilhelmina had never seen someone so happy. What the hell was wrong with her?

She was thrown from her thoughts as she felt her cart crash into something. Mina had run her cart into the wall of the bakery. She groaned in embarrassment. Her thoughts were getting the best of her.

“Oh! Hey there!” a familiar voice called out.

Why was that voice so recognizable? It was a little too bubbly. When Wilhelmina glanced up, she felt a fire brewing in the pit of her stomach.

There was the exact woman she’d been thinking about. She couldn’t even remember her name.

“Please don’t come over here, please don’t see me..” Mina thought to herself. It was too late, the blonde was already making her way over.

“Miss V! I didn’t think I’d see you here!” she exclaimed.

Wilhelmina gripped the handle of the cart so tight that her knuckles turned white.

“Hello… Kara.”

“It’s Keri!” she replied with a giggle. “You’re too funny! Y/N told me you were a hoot.”

“Did she now,” Venable replied in a short tone.

“Love the outfit, by the way. Not a lot of people can pull off that much purple, but you look great in it!”

She was so nice to her. What a fucking bitch.

“Thanks,” Mina replied. She didn’t really care if she sounded genuine. “If you’ll excuse me, I really have to get going-“

“Wait! What are you still doing here?” Keri cocked an eyebrow. “I thought you were leaving yesterday?”

So full of questions. What did Y/N see in her?

“My flight was canceled. Now, I really am a very busy woman-“

“What a coincidence! I cannot believe this, you have to come to the little get together we’re throwing tomorrow night! Here,” Keri had this glimmer in her eyes as if she was doing something good. She quickly pulled out a pen from her purse and yanked on Venable’s hand. The fire in her stomach was growing into a volcanic eruption.

“I’m gonna give you my number. Text me in an hour… Let’s make it a surprise for Y/N!” Keri exclaimed as she wrote into Mina’s skin. “Seriously, she would love to see you. Even if you can’t stay for long, it would mean the world to her if you came.”

As much as Keri was a villain in Mina’s eyes, this was an opportunity that quite frankly had been handed to her. So much could go wrong… What if Y/N didn’t want to see her? Venable couldn’t stand getting her heartbroken again. If she could just tell Y/N the way she felt… that would be all that mattered. At least she would know.

“I… I’ll have to see if I can make it.”

“For sure! Just let me know. It was good to see you, Miss V!”

Keri turned on her heel and was instantly gone. How the fuck did she walk that fast?

Wilhelmina gazed down at the phone number on her hand. She couldn’t find the nerve to be mad at Keri any longer. This was her chance. Perhaps the world was giving her a sign of hope. She never really believed in fate, but this felt different. Her chest felt tight with anxiety.

Venable picked up a few more snacks before heading to the checkout. She was so antsy that she threw random items that she didn’t even think about into her shopping basket. The redhead quickly purchased her things before making her way back to the rental car Mr. Pfister had gotten for her.

The rain pelted against the windshield, echoing loudly from inside. Wilhelmina couldn’t even turn on the car. She stared blankly out of the window. Was this even a good idea? What if she just got rejected once again?

But… What if she won Y/N back?”

“If there’s a god,” Mina began, closing her eyes and leaning her head toward the sky in the sunroof, “Tell me what to do.”

The winds roared outside as the rain came down even harder. Venable’s eyes opened softly. In front of her was Keri, walking out with her groceries. Something was stirring inside of Mina though she wasn’t sure what it was.

Almost without thinking, Mina picked up her phone and dialed the number on her hand. She stared at where Keri was to ensure that the woman was genuine about inviting her. To her surprise, the blonde answered.

“Hello?”

“Keri? This is Wilhelmina Venable.”

“Oh! Hey, what’s up?”

“I…” she hesitated. What else did she have to lose?

“I looked at my schedule… I believe I’ll be able to make it to your event.”

A squeal could be heard on the other end. Venable winced at such a high pitched sound.

“That’s amazing! Oh, Y/N is gonna be so excited! Keep your phone on you, I’ll send you the address and everything through text. This is gonna be great!”

“I’ll make sure to be there.”

“Ugh, you are too cool, Miss V! Oh! The party’s dressy, but casual! We can go shopping if you want-“

“That won’t be necessary, but I appreciate the offer.”

“Of course! See you tomorrow night!”

Venable could hear the sound of a click. There was no turning back now. And the most ironic thing?

She needed a damn dress.

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33.

Watching Game of Thrones with Mijo on the bus but my mind is on Rylee, she played me and jumped on the other bus and had me searching for her to only find out she went on EJs bus. I can’t believe how calm my bus is now, there is only Mijo and I on this bus. I didn’t realise is at the time but I do now, I had so much trash on my bus. Rylee been working and got every nigga off this bus, at the end of the day the only person I got is Mijo because even family can do me wrong besides my mom. I am still thinking who the hell put that shit in my drink, I am now thinking Aaron because I talked to Sinko and he denies it and said Aaron wanted to switch places but why would Aaron do something like that, I am leaving it now because shit is getting too deep for me. I am not going to say anything to Rylee because that’s my family and it is pretty fucked up “you know what Mijo, ain’t it convenient that Rylee’ and I’ anniversary is just after Christmas. That means I have to buy double things” picking at my stubble “I think it is a blessing you remember that date, you are so deep in love fool but you know what. You don’t need to buy gifts, park your car in a chick-fil-a order some food and chill in the car together, perfect” shaking my head laughing at Mijo “you done that before haven’t you?” looking at him “fuck yeah bro, but what I am trying to say. Do something romantic. Women are easily pleased, it’s not all about gifts” he has a point, Mijo is on to something here.

Rylee denies that she is the loud one but she is, I am on my third episode of Game of Thrones, she never lets me watch anything. She either laying on top of me and her hair is all in my face or she is bitching about someone “if you had to be on one side, who side would you be on?” Mijo asked, I paused thinking “mhmmm, you know what. I would be with the Dragon queen, just because she got Dragons and also, I can dick her down and be her bitch” Mijo busted out laughing “ooh shit, we are the same people. I was thinking the same, I would want to fuck Daenery so bad, she a bad bitch” nodding my head “she is, you think we would have Dragon babies then?” Mijo went silent “the fuck do you watch? Unless you fucking the dragon, y’all would have normal human babies fool” letting out an oh “stupid nigga” I feel stupid now “but it would be dope, imagine it. Your kids are Dragons” I think that shit is pretty dope to me.

Hearing EJs voice and music blaring in the background, looking over at Mijo “they on IG live bro” Mijo said smiling, grabbing my phone from the side of me “is Rylee there?” I asked unlocking my phone “yeah, can we keep her there though. She deserves to be on a bus that is full of bitches” tapping on EJs live tab “I miss her though” the connection connected, rolling my eyes seeing EJ’ face ‘move your face’ I typed in the box, EJ rolled his eyes mad hard “you niggas must be that bored, come on here abusing and shit. Fuck y’all” EJ spat, seeing my female dancers doing what they do best and dance. Their bus is actually kind of lit, EJ smirked “go, go, go, go Rylee. Twerk that shit, werk that shit. Yess” my smile soon faded ‘show me!’ pressing send, EJ turned around “yess bitch!! Werk it” Mijo and I looked at each other “we on the wrong bus nigga” Mijo spat, these girls are in a row working “ayeee” one of them started throwing money “Rylee can move bro” I feel a stab of jealousy, I want to be there “now fuck you” EJ said before disconnecting, shaking my head.

Sighing out thanking god we in Houston now, come to think of it I need to do Christmas shopping. My last date is in VA so that is good “are we here?” looking up at the windows and seeing bushes “we being pulled over” my driver said, looking at Mijo in confusion. Getting up from the seat and walking down to the front “by who?” seeing the police in front “oh my god, why?” pressing my phone to my ear calling EJ, know Rylee she will be still dancing her ass off “you going to be mean to me again?” he said down the phone “nah, where y’all? I just been pulled up by police” the two officers got out of the car “shut up, really?” disconnecting the phone, I ain’t got shit on this bus so I am good “my driver opened the door” I hate the police “officer” I said looking away in annoyance “I don’t have anything on this bus, I am just going to my concert” he looked at Mijo and I “get off the bus, we need to search the bus” shaking my head “nah, you don’t have the right too and I don’t have anything on here” is this guy being real “either do it the easy way or the hard way, now get off and hands above your head as you walk off” looking at Mijo in shock “just do it bro” Mijo said “yes bro, now get off” the second officer is laughing which is really pissing me off, walking off slowly “hands above your head! You heard him!” he spat in my face “fuck you!” I shouted, Mijo jumped in front of me “woah! Woah! No, just no! We going” Mijo dragged me off the bus.

Mijo just wants it to happen but I am angry and don’t want them on my bus “I don’t want you to get hurt Chris, just cool it yeah. We know there is nothing on the bus” he said in a whisper “fuck them, I am so pissed off” shaking my head “your girl is there” Mijo pointed, where the fuck did Rylee come from. She closed the car door and rushed to me “what you doing?” I didn’t expect her to be here “EJ told me, I got off the bus and got a taxi back here. What do they want?” I shrugged, seeing them both get off the bus “where did the female come from? Very pretty, so we had a phone call about your bus. Saying it had fire arms and drugs but clearly not. Maybe not this bus, maybe we need to check every bus” pulling Rylee behind me “officer, you can search them but I don’t have anything like that” that officer keep checking my girl out I will beat his ass “we will, watch it Mr Brown. Nobody likes you very much to be calling something like this on you” he said walking off, what was that supposed to mean.

“Everything is there still, I checked everything and nothing was planted. I will check it again” I don’t know what he meant by that, someone called them on me or something “see what I mean, I be minding my business all the time and then this happens, like what the fuck. I am happy and keeping myself to myself, I just want to be left alone” Mijo sat across me “just keep minding your business bro, I am so happy for you. I am happy Rylee is with you and I am happy you are this person, calm and collected about shit. You ready to settle down and be happy just keep doing it, you winning bro. Your past will never go but the thing you can do is just remain good” Mijo is right, but shit gets on my nerves “Sinko be trying to tell me that Aaron put something in my drink, I don’t know anymore” Mijo laughed “your own cousin would do you like that?” Mijo shook his head “don’t even think it, he twisting shit. Let it go and move on, leave them behind” someone legit called the police on me for nothing.

I just realised that we don’t have much time to actually prepare for Christmas but Chris has his last tour date today in VA, he is staying behind in VA for a few days and I am making my way to New Jersey, he let me go but expects me back for Christmas, I didn’t bother ringing my mom about it. I am just going to drop off my gifts to them and stay with them for a few days and leave. Chris said he will wait because he wants us to do the Christmas tree together so I really need to go back. Chris made me bring poor Joe, I don’t really need him because I will be just at home but he is here now “what do you think I should get Chris? I really don’t know” I have been thinking on this for a while “sex” Joe openly said, giggling at Joe “but we always have that, I need to think of something different but cute” looking out of the jet window “Chris is easily pleased Rylee, anything you do will make him happy” he has a point but I want to do something really sweet for him.

My family don’t know I am coming back today, I just thought fuck it and surprise them. There is really nothing I can do, I can’t really go and see them after Christmas Day because it’s the overseas tour so I can’t. I go with my man wherever he goes, I know my mom would have done the same with my dad. Walking behind Joe to the SUV “leave your case here I will put it in the trunk, get in the car” leaving my suitcase at the side and opened the SUV door, hearing my phone ring in my bag. Grabbing my phone from my bag and answering the call, I should have looked at the caller I.D but stupid me didn’t “Hello, is this Rylee Turner?” the guy said on the phone “uh yeah” Joe got in the car “it’s Mark from Wilhelmina” my mouth hung open “uh hi” I don’t know what else to say “it must be a little shocking to you to get this phone call but I want to invite you to my office in the UK, I heard you will be overseas then. I will email Chris the details, I hope you can come Rylee” I don’t even know what to say, my mouth hung open “erm sure” Chris did this “I hope to see you soon, bye” he put the phone down, Chris literally got Mark from Wilhelmina to call me, I am not model worthy is he crazy.

I am still not over the call at all, this guy is a big deal and he wants to see me. Little old me from New Jersey, I am not that beautiful. Only the beautiful become such models, I am just me. Smiling down at my phone, I want to text Chris to tell him he is stupid but I won’t, he is trying to get me in there with the models and I appreciate it. Sighing out, now I miss him and I just left him. Who would have thought I would become so clingy to Chris Brown, I never gave the guy a second thought unless his songs were playing but that was it. I just miss his company, just feeling him close by watching me. He watches my every emotion and it’s creepy but cute and I miss him, tapping on my Instagram just to check if he has posted anything. I don’t really check my Instagram messages, I have men sending me dick pictures on here so I stopped checking, I refuse to look at those when they are not pretty like Chris’ dick. Tapping my camera and scrolling through my photo album and stopping on the picture of Chris on the tour bus, he actually stood and took a nice picture, he does take nice pictures anyways but he always pulls a stupid face but this time he just smiled and I love it. Tapping the picture and then captioning it ‘Miss my fiancé already #sucks’ pressing send.

Laughing at Joe taking his shoes off “just place the bags here and come in” I guess Joe can just hang with me until I go, there is a spare room here “Rylee is here” Kyrie jumped up from the floor and ran at me “oh it’s you” hugging him close “it’s mr big!!” Kyrie shouted at Joe “leave him alone Kyrie, Joe sit down. It’s fine” my mom got up from the couch “it’s always so good to have you home Rylee, every time I see you. I see you have grown up” pulling a face hugging my mom “how?” I questioned her “your aura, the confidence, the happiness. My daughter oozes happiness and you are glowing” my mom stepped back looking me up and down “I see a little weight gain too, you never were fat” my mouth fell open “I am fat?” looking down at myself “no, it’s happy weight. It’s good Rylee” my mom just called me fat “am I fat Joe?” turning to him, he shook his head “no, you’re fine” turning back to my mom “stop being sensitive. You are living good, it’s not bad” I feel offended and now I feel fat, how annoying.

Remaining silent with my mom “can I open gifts!?” Kyrie asked “no, it’s for Christmas day. Put them under the tree, you will love it” Kyrie walked off all annoyed “you really upset with me?” my mom asked, I shrugged looking at the TV “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, you are happy. You have gained good weight, just a little. Rylee you look so good though, I was the same but I was also pregnant” looking over at my mom “but I also lost that child, but stop it please with the face. I think you should check yourself over, do you and Chris have unprotected sex?” why does this conversation feel so awkward “stop asking me that” I mumbled “we all have sex Rylee but do you and Chris have unprotected sex?” she said again “what?” my dad walked in “I want to know if Chris and Rylee have sex unprotected” my dad does not want to hear that “stop the stupid talk woman, this is my baby and I don’t want to hear it” my dad walked over to me, he leaned down pressing a kiss to my cheek “I am saying she might be having a baby Harvey” my dad sat next to me “that was a very cold reception with your dad” I am annoyed with my dad.

I remained silent looking at the TV “young man, how long are you here for?” my dad said to Joe “until Rylee goes back to LA” Joe answered “and you don’t have a family of your own” my dad is an ass at times, I know where Blake gets his attitude from “I do, Chris and Rylee are my second family. Chris wants his fiancé protected and I am here for that” my dad shook his head “she doesn’t really need it in this home” turning my head to look at my dad “why don’t you leave him alone, I am only here for a few days anyways. Mom, did you know dad is making me choose between Chris and you, he is guilt tripping me and I made my decision and I am staying with Chris” I won’t even look at my dad, he can be scary at times “Harvey! How could you, stop making me sound like I am about to die. I am living and breathing, she is getting married to her future and you want to guilt trip her back home? I am so happy she found a man, you’re unbelievable and being something you’re not. You’re controlling your kid’s life, if she wants to be with her husband on their first Christmas then yes she can be” my dad does not look happy at all.

The silence in the room is awkward, I know my dad loves me but he got to let me go “she is not ours Harvey, we have done our jobs and so have you. You have been the best father, her first love but now we need to let her go. We can only be here for her, maybe you need to let her go” my dad got up from the couch and walked off in a huff “leave him Rylee, he is being sensitive. He is all for Chris being his son in law but not the fact his daughter will be his, your dad is being sensitive. He was fine when Chris told him he wanted to marry you, I think he is just not ready to give you away. You know you are the precious one of the family, I hope Christmas is great though” smiling at my mom “Chris wants you all to come but dad wants to stay here, just everything is not right. I feel bad, I really do because I want to be here but then Chris wants to have an actual Christmas with his family, he doesn’t want to go to his mom’s house. He wants it all done at his house, I just feel bad” my mom laughed waving me off “oh stop it, don’t. I didn’t when I stayed with your dad, I will be here for the next one” my mom winked at me.

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine one-shot - “Problem Areas” (Rated PG13)

Kurt comes home from a rare Saturday work day, eager to go out on a date with his husband. But he finds Blaine acting strange, withdrawn, with odd Sharpie marks all over his skin. (2100 words)

Okay, so, I've been a little down on myself, and this is something I've been toying around with. I just recently got motivated to finish it. This is something that actually happened to me a long time ago when I started modeling, I was just way sassier back then with how I handled it xD I don't know for sure if they do it now, but to be honest, I wouldn't be surprised. Warning for angst, body issues, self-esteem issues, and body shaming. Mention of Sam. Kurt and Blaine still attend NYADA, but Kurt works at Vogue.

Read on AO3.

“Hey, honey! I’m home!” Kurt announces while he struggles with full hands to unlock the door to the loft. He’s relieved to finally be home. He hates working on Saturdays. Saturdays and Sundays are the only days he and Blaine get to spend 100% alone with each other. They turn off their phones, stay in bed all day, ignore the occasional knocks on the door from friends who can’t take a hint. Kurt loves his job at Vogue. He loves his boss, Isabelle. But Saturdays are reserved for him and his husband.

Thank God this only happens once in a blue moon.

The one good thing that came from working today was it gave Blaine an opportunity to spend some bro time with Sam. Ever since Sam got signed on at Wilhelmina, he’s been too busy working to stop by. Not that Kurt minds. He’s glad that Sam found his niche in the New York modeling world, especially since it removed him from their couch. But he could tell that Blaine missed him, and all of the creepy bonding stuff they used to do.

Seriously. Kurt doesn’t know what he was more bothered by – Sam’s obsession with Star Wars fanfiction, or Blaine encouraging it, not only reading it to Sam before he went to sleep every night, but also acting out the voices.

One night, after Sam moved out, Blaine had even suggested roleplaying a particularly smutty fanfic he’d discovered to Kurt.

Kurt said no. He wasn’t touching that with a ten-foot pole.

“Blaine?” Kurt calls when Blaine doesn’t answer. “Are you home?”

“Uh, yeah,” Blaine replies in an anxious voice. “Yeah, I’m home. I’m in the bedroom.”

“Good! Get dressed! We’re going out on a date!” Kurt shuts the door behind him with a push of his foot. “Dinner, remember? You chose the spot.”

“No, uh … I don’t think I want to go out to dinner. I, uh …”

“Why not? You’ve been wanting to go to that new Ethiopian place for over a week now!” Kurt drops his belongings on the sofa - messenger bag, portfolios, his reusable lunch bag, his coat - and heads for their room. “Do you feel sick? Ugh! I knew that eating cottage cheese three days past the sell by date wasn’t a good idea.”

“Uh, no. It’s not that. I just …”

Kurt stutters to a stop inside the doorway to their room when he sees his husband sitting on the bed in nothing but his purple briefs. Kurt would normally grin like a frisky cat at the sight of his hot, half-dressed man and then pounce, except Blaine looks like he’s in pain - arms holding his stomach, hunched over, staring down at the floor.

“Blaine? Blaine, are you …?” Kurt rushes in. He’s almost at the bed when he sees strange black marks on Blaine’s skin – circles, dashes, and in a few cases, x’s. “What are … what are those, Blaine?” Kurt traces one mark on the back of Blaine’s bicep – a dark circle that looks like it may have been made with a Sharpie. Blaine’s eyes dart to the mirror to look at Kurt, but his gaze falls short of his face. He looks back at the floor and winds his arms tighter.

“They’re, uh … I got them at … Sam and I, w-we stopped by Wilhelmina so he could show me around. The director there … she said she liked my look. She asked if I wanted to sign on with them, too. I didn’t see the harm. It was kind of flattering. Another thing to put on the resume, right?” Kurt sits and puts a hand on Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine shrinks like he might shrug it off, but he doesn’t. “They had me change into a swimsuit - some little red Speedo thing from the 80s. I … I had Sam take pictures,” Blaine admits with a shaky smile, “in case you wanted to see.” Kurt nods and smiles back, hoping Blaine’s smile will stay, but it doesn’t. It twitches at the corners and slips away. “They wanted to see how I looked under lights in front of a white backdrop. But then …” Blaine stops and swallows, too embarrassed to continue.

Kurt’s brows pull together, an angry, incredulous heat beginning to boil behind his ears and spreading to his cheeks. “You mean, someone from the agency drew those marks on you?”

Blaine doesn’t speak. He simply nods.

Kurt looks the marks over. He’s worked with dozens of models and photographers during his time at Vogue and he’s never seen anything like this. He’s definitely never seen Sam come home with marks like these. What the hell …?

“What … what do they mean?”

“They’re, uh …” Blaine’s voice squeaks when he talks again. He clears his throat in order to continue. “They’re my … problem … areas.”

The heat in Kurt’s cheeks shoots straight to his forehead, his brain inside his skull broiling. “What!?”

“They’re the things they told me I’d have to work on if I wanted to become a model,” Blaine explains. “Places where I need to build muscle … places I need to lose fat … you know …” His voice becomes thin, trails off.

“No, Blaine! I don’t know!” Kurt spits. “How could you let them do this to you!? A-and what about Sam!? Why didn’t he say anything!?”

“Kurt, it’s okay,” Blaine says with a hollow laugh, trying to diffuse Kurt’s temper. “We both know I don’t have the body I used to. I’ve been struggling with my weight for a while. It’s no … it’s no secret.”

Kurt watches Blaine fold in on himself, more uncomfortable now than he looked when Kurt first walked in, and Kurt knows he’s partially to blame for that. He shouldn’t have flown off the handle. But he’s done with judgmental assholes and fair-weather friends. Not that Sam is one. He’s always been one of the most loyal people Kurt has ever known. Maybe he was somewhere else at the time. Maybe he was worried that if he said something, it would negatively impact his contract.

Maybe he didn’t realize how much damage this could do.

Kurt really should give him the benefit of the doubt … and he will.

For now.

Kurt leans forward and kisses Blaine on the cheek. “Give me a minute. Okay?”

Blaine nods in response.

Kurt stands and heads for the bathroom. He soaks a clean washcloth in warm water and grabs a bottle of body wash from Blaine’s shelf. When he returns, Blaine doesn’t seem any better, hunched so far over, his forehead is almost resting on his right knee. Kurt has only seen him this withdrawn a handful of times, none of which Kurt wants to remember.

He stands in front of Blaine, blocking his view of the mirror.

“Stand up, honey.”

Blaine sighs, but he doesn’t move.

Kurt feels his chest squeeze. “Please, Blaine?”

Blaine takes a breath in and slowly unrolls. He stands the way Kurt asks, but he doesn’t drop his arms. Standing upright, Kurt sees more x’s and more circles, but he suspects that the worst of them are hiding somewhere beneath Blaine’s arms.

Kurt puts a gentle hand where they cross and pushes down, doing his best not to react as they fall away.

Seeing them, though, makes Kurt want to scream. He’s definitely going to make some phone calls come Monday morning.

Whoever was in charge of the Sharpie went to town on Blaine’s stomach - circles overlapping circles with x’s and dashes in between. The ink is smeared, having bled onto the palms of Blaine’s hands as he covered himself. Kurt looks at Blaine’s face, but his head is bowed, his eyes closed, a single tear threatening to break from the corner.

“I don’t know who the hell those people think they are, but these are not problem areas,” Kurt says, wiping at the marks with the cleanser and the cloth. The marks begin to fade, but they don’t go away easily. They were meant to make an impression, to bother Blaine enough that he’d force himself to change. “In fact, these areas are some of what I love most about your body.”

Blaine scoffs. “How can you say that?”

“How can you not see it?” Kurt says with a soft, comforting laugh. “For example, there’s nothing wrong with your shoulders.” Kurt scrubs at dashes drawn on Blaine’s traps. “They’re just perfect for squeezing. Your biceps are so well-defined, and your back is exceptional. It makes me jealous.” Kurt inches in, lips hovering beside Blaine’s ear. “And when we make love, what do I grab to pull you closer? Hmm?” Kurt’s hands caress Blaine’s hips. The light touch makes Blaine jump, but he doesn’t pull away. “They call these love handles for a reason, but there’s barely anything there. And here.” Kurt plants his hands on Blaine’s ass, making him yelp. “Your gorgeous behind. If you lost an inch off of this, I’d mourn it forever.”

“You have to think that way,” Blaine mutters. “You’re my husband.”

Kurt rolls his eyes. “I hate it when you say that, but okay. Let’s talk about you then.”

“What about me?”

“Before you left our loft today, did you think you were fat?”

“N-no.”

“Earlier this morning, when I had you in my mouth, were you concerned about how your thighs looked?”

A red stain blooms on Blaine’s cheeks, but his expression doesn’t change. “No.”

“And last night, when we were talking and laughing and making love, did the thought that you had some miniscule amount of back fat ever leap into your mind?”

“No.”

“No. And not that it apparently matters because I’m only your husband, but it wasn’t in my mind, either.” Kurt smiles, showing that he’s kidding, but it doesn’t budge Blaine’s mouth an inch. “You’re perfect, Blaine. Just the way you are. And you were happy with yourself a few short hours ago. I know you’ve had trouble with your weight before, but you’re back on track. And you’ve worked so hard to get here. Don’t let some random stranger take that away.” Kurt continues scrubbing, going back over areas where the black marker is being the most stubborn. “If you do want to change something about yourself, do it for you, because there’s something that you want to change. But if you go on some crazy binge, exercising and losing weight, because a woman you’ve never met before tells you that you have problem areas, you are going to make yourself miserable. And then what? Her opinion’s not everyone’s opinion. Maybe her definition of perfect looks awful to everyone else, and then where would you be? The only person whose opinion of your body matters is you, Blaine. No one else.”

“Well, you, too,” Blaine offers. “I want you to think I’m handsome.”

“Then consider that job done,” Kurt says, dropping a kiss on Blaine’s forehead, “because I’ve thought you were handsome from the moment we met, and I’ve never stopped.”

“You’re right,” Blaine concedes. “I know you’re right. It was just a bit of a slap in the face to hear what they had to say.”

“If you really want to be a model, come with me down to Vogue where everyone knows you and loves you. Isabelle’s got contacts that I know for a fact she’d threaten with complete fashion world blacklisting if they ever pulled a trick like this on you.”

“Deal” – Blaine shuffles forward, standing nose to nose with Kurt, forcing Kurt to loop his arms around his waist – “but I don’t want to be a model. And not because of what happened today. It seems so stressful, exercising three times a day, counting every calorie you put in your mouth. It doesn’t sound like it’d be fun unless it’s what you really want to do with your life.”

“Good,” Kurt says. “I already have to deal with people drooling over you at NYADA. I don’t know how I would handle the whole world falling in love with you. Though, you know, it’s only a matter of time …”

Blaine tilts his head, a subconscious smile lifting his lips. “A matter of time before what?”

Kurt kisses him on the nose, matches his smile. “Before the whole world falls in love with you.”

Blaine chuckles, bashful eyes dropping to Kurt’s collar. “Do you really believe that?”

“Blaine” – Kurt wraps his arms completely around Blaine’s torso and hugs him, not caring one iota when soapy water starts seeping through his shirt – “I always have.”

[ecclais-fouoras]

Lap dance pt1

(chapter 2 of this fanfic)

Warnings: mentions of prostitution, disabilities

It was your friend's bachelorette party,

You Were all at a strip club drinking a d laughing.

Wilhelmina dressed in a purple strapless dress and yourself with a nice blue suit, the both of you had a silly hat and a crossing belt that's said 'nalla's last Happy night'. It was getting later and you where all getting more tipsy by the minute.

When the sexy song arrived you knew it was time for her to have fun. As the women on stage stopped dancing and walked towards the Booth you were at, you could see wilhelmina blushing and whispered in her ear

"enjoying the show here babe"

Her breath got stuck in her lungs for a second and you burst out laughing.

You suddenly stopped when you could feel the striper starting a lap dance on you, swaying her lips to the rhithm of the song.

You grew your eyes at wilhelmina and she nodded slightly. You shifted slightly as she started grinding on your thighs and picking up your hands to rest on her hips. She continued to move her body on you and turned around to face you, she was now straddling you and rocking against you with her back arched and her bra slowly exposing her boob.

She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and you mouthed 'thank you' as she moved to do the same to wilhelmina who politely refused. Her face unreadable, you tried to see if she was okay and why she'd refused to participate. The party ended at 3:45 am and you came home later on.

You quickly got undressed and took your undershirt off. You pour yourself a glass of water and made one for wilhelmina too.

"You should drink sweetie, you're gonna get dehydrated", she took the glass but still said nothing to you.

You put on some slow beat music and made your way to the bathroom and took out the pills for tomorrow's probable headache.

"Mina do you want 20 or 40 mg tomorrow ?" She didn't reply so you poked your head out the door.

"Babe?....V?" She laid on the sofa her hand above her head.

"Mina darling are you okay ? Was it too much..? Is your back hurting ? Talk to me babe" her face soften a bit before her brows scrunched up again.

"I'm fine." You reach for her hand and kissed her softly.

"..talk to me love"

"Go to bed. And stop wondering around in your underwear. The neighborhood doesn't have to see you naked."

"Wilhelmina venable what is going on right now. Why are you mad at me ?"

"I am not mad at you"

"Yeah and I'm not gay... Babe we've been over this, you need to tell me what's going on" you sat on your heels next to her and stroked her cheek.

"I love you wilhelmina, you know that right"

"Yes"

"So what's going on babe ?"

She sat up again and looked into your eyes

"Did you like it ?"

"What"

"The striper's lap dance"

"Mina...i..."

"Just be honest with me"

"..yes"

"Were you aroused ?"

"...it's a lap dance honey that's the whole point"

"That's not an answer"

"Yes. But why are you making it so bad?"

"So she turned you on ?"

"Yes mina for God sake."

"Did you want to fuck her huh?"

"No"

"Don't lie to me y/n"

"I'm not, yes I liked it, yes it turned me on, but that doesn't mean I wanted to fuck her."

"How come?"

"The body doesn't always answer the mind wilhelmina. Your brain doesn't always control your physical reactions. That's why You can be aroused in dramatic situations."

"Since when"

"Since you're a kid mina. There's a reason why small boys laugh when you change their diapers. And why little girls grind on their bikes. And it only increases as you grow up."

"And what does this have to do with that happened at the strip club"

"I thought you were fine with what happened at the club. Mina we talked about this, and I made sure you were okay with it. "

"I was until she started letting your hands touch her."

"Babe...it was just an act. She knows she'll never see me again. And she sees people like us every night."

"You didn't seem to be acting the way your were horny"

"I wasn't 'horny' as you said it mina, but yes, a woman gives me a lap dance in lingerie, im a lesbian wilhelmina, yes I was aroused. But that's not the real problem right ?"

"I...what are you saying"

"There's another reason your upset. I watched you during the dance, you weren't upset I was enjoying it. There is something else" you place your hands on her lap

"..mina, you know I love you, I only want you, you're the only one I need, i only enjoyed because you were watching me"

"..yes"

"Me enjoying the lap dance wasn't the problem wasn't it ?"

"No"

"What was it then honey"

"...y... you're going to think it's ridiculous"

"I would never think that about something that's making you this upset"

"..i...I'll...I'll never be able to give you one."

You chuckled slightly shocked at her words.

"See I told you you'd make fun of me"

"No..no...no babe it's just...I wasn't expecting that...I don't understand why it got you so upset, it's not a big deal, i don't need lap dances"

"But you enjoy them"

"But I don't need it, at all. And especially in my sex life."

"...be honest with me, do I make your...sex life boring, are there things you miss because of me?" You cupped her cheek

"Hey...hey...hey no. Babe I'm very satisfied with my sex life. . I'm not missing anything, I get to have sex with you, and I don't care about how, or with what, or in which complicated position. I just want to be in sync with your body, make you cum, hold you close. That's it. That's what gets me off. Not the toys, not the poses, or dances. Just your pleasure, All I want is you"

"...but I'd like to give you a lap dance, or a striptease for you, at the bar I could see your face, and the way you looked at her body. I can't help but want that too."

"Wilhelmina, i look at you like this too, not in the same exact way obviously, cause you're mine, my beautiful and sexy piece of ass."

She laughed and it sent butterflies in your stomach.

"Besides Giving lap dance all day isn't that fun, and it really exhausting"

"How do you even know ?"

"I just do wilhelmina"

"Y/n...? I told you why I was upset, it's your turn."

"...well before I knew you, I worked at a strip club"

"You what ?"

"I used to be a stripper V"

"Why ??!"

"Because I didn't have any money, no friends, no place to stay. It was what put food in my stomach and the end of the day"

"Oh god...babe...how long did you stay like this ?"

"Two years and a half without my apartment and 6 month with it. As soon as I got a roof over my head everything became kind of easier"

"Where'd you stay before that ?"

"Every where, outside in a small street most of the time. If i was lucky I would find an abandoned house to sleep in"

"...oh god...how old were you ?"

"It was when I arrived in the us, so probably 17 and a half ? Yeah, almost 18...it may not have been the greatest period of my life but it was still better than what I lived back in russia. The stripping part wasn't so terrible, my boss was a nice lady, and she took me in even though she didn't have the legal right to, and it saved me from having to...let's Just say she helped me a lot." She kissed your cheek as a reassuring gesture.

"Y/n from having to what ? You're scaring me"

"Well...when she met me, it was because one of the girl I worked with before Introduced her. Wilhelmina i didn't have any other options except selling drugs but that could have gotten me in too much trouble so I sold... something else, the only thing I knew how to do." She stroked your hair to help you continue.

"I guess you could say I was a real bitch huh. "Why would I  ever say that y/n"

"Mina I was a whore. A litteral prostitute, I sold my body to anyone who'd give me a good price. On the streets, roads or forests. It's what got me out of russia, out of france and here today. I build myself on sex work."

"That doesn't define who you are today, it doesn't make you any less legitimate in your current job. And it doesn't even begin to make me love you any less y/n"

"Thank you darling, it means a lot to me"

You held each other tightly, her hands rubbing your back. After a few moments you broke off the embrace took her hand before leading her upstairs, to your room and put her to bed.

"I'm not showered honey" she made a move to stand up but you guided her back down

"It doesn't matter, just take that off and let me cuddle you."

"Alright, sweet dreams y/n"

You fell asleep shortly afterwards, snuggled up, together, your hand in her hair, her breath on your neck, lips grazing your skin.

[zamoimagines]

Someone Else’s Baby  (Venable x Reader oneshot)

Pairing: Reader x Venable, OC

Word count: 3,121

Inspired by: Baby by Marina (song)

Warning: Angst

Plot:  Venable broke up with you after receiving a promotion at her job, but she soon realizes that leaving you was the biggest mistake of her life. She sees you out one night and plans to approach you, but she sees you kissing a new woman. 

A/N: Hey guys, this is something that I’ve been wanting to write up for a while. My hiatus is TBD right now, as I’m working as a dishwasher right now on top of trying to keep up with school. It’s been crazy. Anyway, at least there’s this oneshot for ya’ll! Thank you guys for being so supportive and understanding, as always, I love all of you. 

Wilhelmina stared blankly at the iPad screen in front of her. She knew she had orders to fulfill and even more work to take care of, but she couldn’t bring herself to even move. Her whole body felt paralyzed with pain. This time it wasn’t her back, though. This feeling was new to her. She’d never experienced heartbreak before. The worst part was that it was all her fault.

She remembered every detail of that night.

“Mina, honey, why don’t you leave that awful place? They treat you terribly.”

“This will be different, darling, it’s a promotion! I’ve been waiting for this.”

“I-I know, love… But I’m worried that they’re going to use you again.”

The way that Mina looked at Y/N was almost heartless. How could Y/N be so heartless?

“It’s a promotion. Why can’t you just be fucking happy for me?”

“I… I thought you were putting in your two weeks. I already booked our flight so we could look at apartments-”

“Well, things have changed!”

A silence hung in the air. They were on opposite sides of the room, and while they were standing close, they had never felt so far away from each other. Tears filled Y/N’s eyes.

“So, you’re just going to let them walk all over you? What if this job is just a glorified secretary position? What nothing changes?”

“You don’t understand. Why would you! You’re not as dedicated to anything as I am!”

Y/N had a fire in her eyes. Mina could see her feelings being completely shattered.

“That’s a lie, Wilhelmina. I’m dedicated to you. Not to some stupid job, or to the city, I’m dedicated to you.”

“Y/N… I- I didn’t mean that-”

“Maybe I should just go.”

Another long pause fell between the two. Why had Mina ever believed that love was something she could handle? Everyone left her in the end. Y/N was no different.

“Maybe you should.”

Y/N had tears running down her cheeks. She left the room to gather her things, which were already neatly packed into a suitcase. She just didn’t know she would have to be leaving on her own.

When she reentered the room, her eyes gazed back to Mina’s. It was almost as if she were waiting for Mina to say something… Anything.

In return, Wilhelmina slowly turned her back away from Y/N. The grip on her cane tightened. She was at a loss for words. All she could hear was the sniffling coming from Y/N.

“I hope you’re happy. Congratulations on your promotion.”

Mina wanted to turn around, but she found that she couldn’t. The front door swung open gradually.

“Goodbye, Miss Venable.”

That was the last thing she said before she left. Venable found that she couldn’t stop thinking about it since that day. Suddenly, she felt something tickling her cheek. When she touched her skin, it was just a little wet. A single tear had fallen from her tired eyes. Mina quickly tried to wipe it away.

Before she could look somewhat put together, Mutt and Jeff both walked in. She hoped to whatever higher power that they hadn’t seen anything. To her dismay, they had both watched her slip into this daydream once again. Mutt rolled his eyes.

“This is the seventh time this week that she’s done this. What the hell is wrong with her?” he whispered.

Jeff shook his head. “I think it’s still her ex. She’s been acting this way for months, dude.”

Venable’s mouth tightened into a line. She hated whenever she could hear them talking about her.

“I may be disabled, but I’m not deaf, Mr. Pfitser.”

“Woah! She can talk again! It’s a fucking miracle.” Mutt joked.

Y/N was right about the job. Rather than a business associate, she had bumped up to a glorified personal assistant. The only authority she really had was over the various “coffee girls” they hired every other week. That and her desk had moved closer to their office.

“What gives, Venable? I give you a promotion and all you do is mope around.” Jeff piped up.

“Yes, and what a promotion it was.” she mumbled under her breath as she pretended to pull up the unfinished order forms.

Mutt took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her.

“Seriously, Venable, we run a very prestigious company. We need a nice face for people to see when they come in for business, but instead they get this… this depressed, purple shell of a person.”

“Mutt! Shut the fuck up!”

“Well! Someone had to say it!”

Venable wasn’t the least bit offended. They were much too incompetent to form actual insults.

“I appreciate the sympathy, Mr. Nutter, but I have some work to finish.” she replied.

Jeff sat down in the other chair and folded his arms.

“Venable, you can’t let this woman bother you this much. We can find you a new girlfriend! The next bitch that walks through those doors is all yours. Maybe she’ll be even prettier than what’s her face… what the fuck was her name?”

“Who gives a shit?” Mutt shrugged, “Anyone would be better than that dirtbag-”

“If you talk that way about Y/N again, I will throw the next shipment of cocaine out of that goddamn window!” Mina shouted over them. It made her blood boil whenever they talked about her ex in such ways. The men went silent.

“Venable… I know you act all mysterious or whatever, but you’ve been wearing your heart on your sleeve. We know that you’re going through hell right now.” Jeff said. “Maybe moving on would help you?”

Mina glanced down at the floor. She didn’t like talking about her feelings to anyone, let alone her own bosses. Though, she didn’t feel like she had much of a choice.

“She was the one… And I lost her.” Her eyes met them once again. “There’s no one else for me.”

Jeff and Mutt never really tried to sympathize with Venable before, but they hated seeing her like this. It was miserable to watch. Mutt sighed heavily.

“Wilhelmina Venable, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you phased by anything. When we hired you, we figured there wasn’t a sensitive bone in your body. But… this is the first time I’ve seen you bothered by anything.” He gave a look to Jeff as if a lightbulb had popped up above his head.

“Do you still love her?”

“W.. What do you mean?” Venable muttered.

“It’s a pretty simple question, Miss Venable.” Jeff replied, “Do you still love her?”

“I mean… Of course I do.”

“Then you can’t just sit here!” Mutt exclaimed. He stood up in an instant and ripped the iPad away from her hands.

“You have to go after her. If she’s the one, then you have to go find her!”

A wide smile spread across Jeff’s face. Venable, on the other hand, looked completely confused.

“Give me my equipment back-”

“Nope!” Jeff chimed in. “You can’t have it. You have to go find her. She’s gotta be around town somewhere. I know LA is pretty big, but we can track her down somehow!”

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous,” Venable was getting irritated now, “She left the state.”

“So where is she?”

“I don’t know. Last I heard, she left for Missouri.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for! Get your crooked ass on a plane and go after her!” Mutt cried out.

“Mr. Nutter, I am much too occupied with my work-”

“No you’re not.” Jeff cut her off. “You’re not allowed to come back to work until you’ve gone to see her.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“Not in the slightest. Consider it a business trip. Hell, we’ll even pay for your ticket!” Mutt added. “Go home, pack as fast as you can, and we’ll have a car pick you up at 1:30 sharp.”

“Mr. Nutter, Mr. Pfitser, I understand your concern, but I’m not going-”

“If you don’t, then you’re fired.”

The two men were all grins. Venable was still a little dumbfounded.

“You’ll fire me?”

“Yes, we will fire you. You can’t come back until you’ve at least tried to talk to her.” Jeff said.

Mutt nearly giggled. It was clear that the two of them were extremely excited for her. Though, Venable wasn’t sure what to think. So much could go wrong… But at the same time, what did she have to lose?

They stared at her as they awaited her response. She groaned.

“Fine! I’ll go.”

Mutt and Jeff hollered. They began to dance around and act like complete children. Though, Venable couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“What are you still doing here?” Mutt cried. “Go! Get the fuck out of here!”

“You have a plane to catch!” Jeff added.

“I guess I do.” Venable replied. Venable replied. In an instant, she stood up from her desk, her cane and her purse in hand. As she made her way out of the room, she could hear the cheers and hoots coming from Mutt and Jeff. Her smile turned into the biggest grin. She hadn’t felt this alive in some time, and she was determined to not mess it up this time.

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The plane ride had been long and tedious. But just as Mutt and Jeff said, a car showed up in front of her apartment at 1:30 PM. Now, here she was in the Midwest. She always despised the humidity, but this time of year, it was getting much drier with the cold weather moving in. She could almost admit that it was just as beautiful here as Y/N had told her.

The hotel that was booked was quaint, but she didn’t mind that. Venable was much too nervous to care about anything except finding Y/N.

All she could remember about this town was the little coffee shop that Y/N always talked about taking her to. Luckily, she remembered the name.

The next day, Venable woke up to the sound of storms. The rain outside was far from a light shower. It was as if today was the perfect day to go. For the first time in a while, Venable felt good. Maybe even a little hopeful.

She put on her favorite lavender turtleneck with her work skirt, but this time, she decided to ditch the belt. Her hair remained in the same tight ponytail that she always wore. As she finished up her makeup, she gazed at herself in the mirror.

Everything will work out.  

She took a deep breath before leaving her room. When she arrived at the coffee shop, she made sure to walk in slowly. Her cane struck the floor gently as she made her way to the counter.

“Hi there!” A barista greeted her. “What can I get started for you?”

Venable tried to smile. She had to admit, she was more nervous than she thought she’d be.

“Hello… Uh… just a black coffee for today.”

“Sure thing!”

As she waited for her drink, she took a seat. People would come in, some would go out. No sign of Y/N. An hour went by. She ordered another coffee. Another hour. Another coffee. The rain only continued to get heavier.

After the fourth round of coffee, she couldn’t even bring herself to leave her seat. Maybe this was the wrong place? Or worse, what if Y/N had moved to another state completely? The hopelessness was setting in yet again.

“This was stupid.” she said to herself under her breath. Just as she said this, she heard the door swing open. Glancing up, she could feel her heart stop. There she was.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were making it today!” the barista said.

“You think I’d just skip a day?” Y/N said with a small giggle. “I had to walk here today, but I made it.”

“I shouldn’t have doubted you. The usual?”

“Yes, please. I need it with this weather.”

Y/N still looked as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a big sweater with some leggings and the scarf that Venable had given Y/N for her birthday. Venable had never seen a woman so beautiful in her life. As quick as she could, she stood up and used her cane to balance herself.

With the sound of the familiar sound of Venable’s cane, Y/N looked in her direction. Her eyes locked with the redhead’s. She looked like she was in such a state of disbelief that she couldn’t move. In all fairness, Venable didn’t think she could move either.

“Mina?” Y/N said softly.

“Hello, darling.” Venable replied. “I… I wasn’t sure if this was the right place.”

As they stared back at each other, the baristas gazed at them as if they were watching a soap opera.

“Mina… How… I thought you were still back in Los Angeles?” she said, stepping closer to Wilhelmina.

“I… I am. I came here to see you.”

Both of them seemed to have a mix of various emotions. Venable gave Y/N a small laugh.

“Sorry… I didn’t think I’d make it this far.”

“Well, you look great. Did the promotion end up working out?” Y/N replied. Venable could hear the nervousness in her voice.

“Somewhat. Mutt and Jeff told me to tell you hi.”

“Ah,” Y/N smiled a little. “Tell them I say hi. Are you getting along better with them now that you’re a business associate for the company?”

“You could say that.”

Another long pang of silence. Venable took Y/N’s hand in her own.

“Is… Is there any way we could talk? I have so much to say.”

Y/N hesitated. Feeling her hand against her own skin melted Venable’s cold heart.

“I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mina.”

“I flew all this way, please… At least hear what I have to say.”

“I would, Mina, but this really isn’t a great time.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

The barista cleared her throat. “Y/N, your two vanilla lattes are ready.”

Venable chuckled. “You got two?” She grinned a little. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were a coffee addict.”

The door swung open again. A blonde woman rushed inside and out of the rain. She was pretty, to say the least. The stranger had a much more curvaceous build than Venable did, and she wore her hair in a loose, curly lob. She even dressed way better than Venable ever had in her life. This woman was truly like a beam of light. The stranger came up to Y/N and pressed a kiss to her head.

“I’m so sorry, honey, I tried to get out as soon as I could. The restaurant was really backed up today.” she spoke. Even her voice was like a breath of fresh air.

“No, it’s okay, I actually just got here.” Y/N replied. Her hand pulled away from Venable’s touch. “Uh… Miss Venable, this is Keri. My girlfriend.”

Venable’s heart sank in her chest. It felt as if she cracked in two.

“Oh! Miss Venable, your old boss?” Keri said in a bubbly tone. “I never thought I’d be able to meet you! How’s Los Angeles treating you?”

Venable couldn’t find words. The baristas had now stood back away from the counter, watching in horror.

“Los Angeles is wonderful. It’s… It’s nice to meet you, Keri.”

Y/N’s eyes were wide. The whole situation made her uncomfortable.

“I wish I could go. I’ve been begging Y/N to take me so I could see the city!” Keri’s smile was bigger than ever. “What a coincidence that we ran into you. What brings you into town?”

Venable met Y/N’s eyes. She was trying hard not to show any emotion.

“I-I’m visiting someone. I think maybe I went to the wrong establishment.” Venable murmured in a monotone voice.

“Oh, there’s a Starbucks down the road, maybe you’re thinking of that one?”

“Perhaps.”

Keri noticed that there was a strange energy in the room. She even glanced back to Y/N and saw that she looked a little off.

Y/N remained silent.

“Well… We’ve got some errands to run, yeah?” Keri mentioned.

Y/N nodded a little. “Yeah… We have some grocery shopping to do.”

“We’re hosting a little get together tonight,” Keri turned to Venable, “You stop by! I’m making homemade tacos!”

Venable clutched her cane. She wasn’t sure she would be able to stand.

“That’s alright. I… I’m actually leaving tonight.”

Y/N’s eyes softened. There was so much they wanted to say, but there was nothing else either one of them could do. She gazed longingly at Venable.

“Oh… That’s too bad.” Keri wrapped her arm around Y/N’s waist. Venable held back the tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes.

“Maybe you can stop by next time?”

“Yes… Maybe.”

Y/N looked paralyzed. Despite the tension, Keri placed a small kiss to Y/N’s lips before pulling away.

“I’ll get our coffee, okay?” The blonde then turned to Venable. “It was nice to finally meet you!”

“Likewise.” Venable replied.

Y/N tried to reach out for the other woman.

“Mina, I-”

“It’s fine, Y/N.” Venable whispered. “I’m glad that you found someone.”

Y/N frowned before turning to Keri.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here before the storm gets any worse.”

Y/N attempted to smile at Venable.

“Goodbye, Miss Venable.”

Hearing those words left a pang in Wilhelmina’s chest. She couldn’t even say anything.

Wilhelmina watched Y/N walk out with the new woman. Keri let out a loud giggle as the rain pelted both of them. As they got into a white car, Venable watched them share a passionate kiss. Her cheek got that same odd, ticklish feeling. Touching her cheek, she realized that it was another tear.

The baristas felt terrible. One had his hand over his mouth, and the other bit her index finger.

“Ma’am… I can get you a coffee to go?” She began. “It’s on the house.”

Venable shook her head.

“That’s quite alright… I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” she replied. She wobbled out of the shop with more tears falling down her face. As she made it outside, she couldn’t tell if tears or rain were covering her face.

This had all been a mistake. Mutt and Jeff got her hopes up all for nothing.

Her heart felt even more broken than before. Wilhelmina would never get Y/N back, and she had to live with knowing that the love of her life now belonged to another woman.

She was too late.

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