Sarah Paulson's Characters - Oneshots

⚠️Waterfalls Coming Out Your Mouth

Ship: BDH + Reader x Wilhemina Venable

Warning: Cheating, Small Amounts of Violence, Attempted Suicide

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Gazing at the photo of her and you on the dresser, you found yourself stuck like the first time. Billie getting out of bed after a heated night of passion, only to get up in the morning like nothing happened and leave for work. I don't want this anymore. "What's on your mind?" Billie asked, glancing over. A break in the routine? "Just waking up." You yawned, rubbing your eye. Billie nodded, going into the bathroom for a shower.

How long have we been in this routine? Six years? You stood up, looking around like the first time. You gave a small laugh, reminiscing on when you first met Billie. At a bar no less, you tried to be some quirky lol-no-way person, but the real you is what she fell for. At least you think she fell for you. Billie was always a little hard to read for you, though she understood you a bit more. What the hell are we doing now? Tears began to form in your eyes, quickly blinking them away as Billie came out in a towel.

You found yourself looking at her phone screen, seeing a name and a heart on a caller ID. "Billie, you're getting a call." You spoke up, Billie looking over. "Can you answer it for me?" Billie asked, to which you answered. "Hey, Silly-Billie!~" Your expression dropped, Billie glancing over in confusion. "Wh-who is this?" You asked, the woman on the other line froze before hanging up immediately.

Billie felt her heart lurch. "Billie, who's Lana?" You asked, staring at her phone. "And why is there a heart next to her name?" You added, slowly turning to her. Billie felt her stomach tightened, your slow turn scaring her, but what scared her more was the look of betrayal on your face. She never wanted to make you cry or hurt you. And yet here she was, found cheating on you. "She's nobody." Billie tried to brush it off, blood running cold as you unlocked her phone. "She called you Silly-Billie. I thought you hated being called that." You whispered, scrolling through messages. "What are you doing?" Billie snapped, seeing you scroll through nudes and dates.

You saw Billie run over, snatching her phone away from you just as she struck you upside the head with a fist. She took a steps back, covering her mouth. Your ears were ringing, head in pain. Was that blood? You gently touched your temple, seeing a light smudging of blood on your fingers. "(Y/N), I am so so sorry, I don't know what came over- where are you going?" Billie watched you grab a suitcase. Her eyes had to be betraying her, but when she saw you start putting in your clothes she broke out of her trance.

"Wait, (Y/N)! Wait, please! We can fix this, I can fix this! I will fix this, I'll leave her, I'll take you out more!" Billie pleaded, finding herself on her knees clinging to your legs. "How long have you been with her?" You hissed, refusing to look at her. "T-Two years, but she is nothing compared to you!" Billie tried to explain, cupping your face. You still refused to look at her, even as she quietly begged and sobbed. "Goodbye." Your words cut Billie as she followed you, collapsing and holding onto your bag in the living room. "You can't leave! Please! (Y/N), please don't go! I can fix this!" "You honestly thought you could just get away with it and make me like a clown!?" You finally burst, glaring at her. "I laid in that bed for six years pleading with myself that I was the only one. How many more were there, Billie!? How many people did you sleep with behind my back!?" You barked, staring at the woman. "Just her!" Billie screamed, tears flowing from her eyes. "And it'll be just you and her." You hissed, leaving.

Billie sat there, eyes wide as she realized you weren't coming back. She chased you down the street in her bra and pants, collapsing to her knees when her legs couldn't take her any further. She didn't even care about the paparazzi, she just wanted you back.

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You drove for miles, not knowing where you'd end up. Florida to Los Angeles, the endless expanse of a lonesome road was where you ended up. You let go of the steering wheel, closing your eyes and waiting for it all to be over. So close... That was until you heard your phone ring for the millionth time, but this time it was different. It was an unknown number.

You stopped your car, answering it. "(Y/N), this is Lana." "Ah, Billie's side piece. Have fun being her main, I'm done." Your voice was tired, about to hang up. "Billie is really really sorry, I had to go to her house because she wasn't answering her phone and I just... I never meant to get in the way of your relationship." Lana tried to explain, to which you loudly scoffed. "Then you shouldn't have slept with her in the first place." You swiftly hung up, turning your phone on silent.

Finally in Los Angeles, you stopped at a cafe. Getting a French Vanilla latte, you went on to sit at a table. The TV was on silent, but what you couldn't help but notice was that Billie had already gotten ahold of the press to mark you as a missing person. It's only been three days and she was not going to give up on the relationship when you already had.

That was until a red headed woman stood in the way, a quick divergence. "Is this seat taken?" She asked, to which you shook your head. "Have at it." With a quiet thanks, she sat down and glanced at the TV before looking at you with confusion. "I found out my girlfriend, well now ex-girlfriend, was cheating on me." You explained, to which she gave a small nod. "Who was your girlfriend?" The woman asked, taking a sip of her coffee. "Billie Dean Howard." The woman almost spat out her coffee, eyes wide. "I'm sorry that happened to you." The woman offered her condolences, to which you gently put a hand up. "It's fine. It's just six years of my life I can't get back." You gave a small laugh, to which the woman laughed too. "Yeah, the same happened to me three days ago." The woman snickered a little. "My girlfriend, Lana, was screwing another... Wom- oh shit." The woman stared at you with big eyes before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Looks like we both got fucked over." You laughed as well, the two of you giggling as you tried to calm down.

"So, Fucked-Over Buddy. Would you like to hang out?" You offered, the woman nodding. "Yes." She gave you her hand as you two walked out of the cafe, paparazzi quickly finding you two. "I have a message for Billie Dean Howard." You said to one of the paparazzi. They quickly grabbed a notepad, eyes wide. "Tell her cheating ass that I'm taking her side piece's main boo." You saw the woman blush, giving her a quick kiss. Her now red face was a compliment to her light purple outfit. "Y-yeah! I'm with (Y/N) now, screw you Lana!" The woman shouted, wrapping her arm around yours. "My name is Wilhemina Venable, by the way." She whispered to you. "You sound like a dominatrix." You whispered back, hearing her giggle uncontrollably as you two walked on.

Billie sent the paparazzi to follow you, getting onto her jet to find you. Lana grabbed her hand, eyes wide. "She's with someone else." Lana professed, Billie shaking her head. "I have to get her back. I was supposed to propose today." Billie cried out, tears welling up again. "She's not going to come back." Lana shook her head. Billie continued into the jet, needing to find you. She had to get you back or at least try.

You sat with Wilhemina in her apartment, watching movies on the couch and snacking on popcorn. It was peaceful, until there was a knock on the door.