Sarah Paulson Imagines *open for requests*

"It's not there when it's locked away"

[Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader]

TW: heavy physical and mental abuse

A/n: I seriously don't really know what I think about this

When you started this entire activity that you yourself even suggested you wouldn't have thought it's gonna end with regret. Your two girlfriends and you finally had a day off and you and Wilhemina had to convince Billie Dean for at least an hour to finally clean out some of your cupboards and closets, completely forgetting about the fact what you hid in the very back of the old vintage closet in your hallway that you just used for decoration and to put Wilhemina's old record player on it giving your apartment a certain shabby chic optic.

Now the three of you were sitting in front of it. You staring into the closet in shock. Wilhemina staring concerned at you. And Billie following your gaze onto the big brown carton standing in the left back corner of the piece of furniture. After some minutes Billie Dean made a step reaching out into the closet, hand almost touching the object that seemed to make your heart hurt. Just a bit more forward and her hand would have touched it if it wasn't for you slightly grabbing it before her hand landed on the box.

"Y/n?" You heard Wilhemina's voice whisper unusually quiet next to you. The glimpse of worry clearly to hear in her almost shaking voice. Billie on the other hand tried to softly shake off your grip, trying to reach the object once me. "Don't." you whispered, eyes still glued to the box but it wasn't just you who was stubborn in this relationship so Billie Dean moved further, hand now resting on the box.

As she tried to slide it out of the closet you raised your voice almost screaming another "Don't." to the blonde woman, your gaze lingering on her now.

Your girlfriends looked at you in shock for you definitely wasn't someone who screamed. Wilhemina sometimes did when the coldness would rush over her and Billie just had that very clear and loud TV voice but you. They didn't even knew that you were able to reach that degree of decibels.

Billie retreated her hand out of the closet, the second it was completely out you took the box out and shut the door with a loud bang almost running into the bathroom, box still in hand. Wilhemina and Billie just looked at each other still in shock, still trying to understand. They couldn't understand.

They didn't know.

Billie stood up about to make her way to the bathroom door that the women just heard locked but before she could make her way out of the hallway she felt her auburn haired girlfriends firm grab on her wrist. "Leave her." she said and Billie knew it was the best thing to do right now even though it hurt deeply to hear the cries and small screams coming from the bathroom. She just nodded, grabbing both of Wilhemina's hands and helping her up gently.

Billie turned to the left wanting to make her way to their living room when she again felt Wilhemina's grab. Wilhemina slightly tugged on Billie's arms making her front turn to her, slightly brushing over her arm, offering her a small and empathetic smile that said "I feel the same. I understand."

Wilhemina wasn't a woman of big words and they didn't needed to be spoken for her girlfriends understood and loved her for what she was. She tucked a bit more on the blouse that Billie Dean was wearing bringing her into a warm hug. Enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other both of their heads turned when they heard the bathroom door unlocking and you coming out, mascara all over your tear strained face, box still in hands. "Can we go sit down?" you asked the two women with a small voice. You exactly know you needed to explain this.

They wouldn't let this slide.

Both women nodded, Wilhemina leading the both of you to the big grey couch in your living room. You sat down cross legged onto the couch, the big brown carton infront of you separating you from the two person you loved the most in this world.