#also just now realizing i have forgotten some ppl on the taglist i am so sorry!!! 🙏🏾 fully my mistake bc i am Stupid

[heavensoutofsight]

stay with me | b.e.

SYNOPSIS: when your emotions get the best of you, billie is always there.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

TAGS/WARNINGS: a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, reader is implied to be socially anxious (just like me fr)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hello i am so sorry if maybe this short lil fic is boring but honestly this is really self-indulgent and what i fantasize about often as a stressed as fuck college student to be real and i just wanted to get it out of my mind 😞😞 idk if this will be comforting to any of you as well but if so i'd be glad :))) enjoyyy.

(divider cred: @/strangergraphics-archive)

[ TAGLIST: @hannahluvsbillie, @bilssturns, @bla1rxoxo, @billiesrighthand, @weluvwbb, @belleishot, @natbelovasblog, @wilfdflwr8, @likefirenrain, @amara-eilish, @sevikasleftbicep ]

The second you stepped through your door, your feet began moving on their own, walking you toward a specific room in yours and Billie's home that was quickly becoming a place you spent more time in than your own shared bedroom.

Billie still went over to Finneas's place to work sometimes, but whenever she wanted to do some stuff on her own, she'd play around in her own studio at home. It wasn't perfect by any means, and she was still in the process of decorating the space and buying more equipment, but she had the essentials, and even though her little studio was still a new place she was already well acquainted with the space.

You were well acquainted with the area as well, because there was one thing you loved to do more than anything, and that was sit down on the little sofa in there and watch and listen your girlfriend work; which was exactly what you were desperately wanting to do as soon as you came back home from work.

Before you entered the studio, you could hear Billie recording some vocals, and for a few minutes you stood outside the door, listening carefully sporting a small smile. The stress of everything that happened at work and during the rest of the day was already leaving your body.

You gave a couple of small knocks before slowly entering the room, and upon hearing the door creak open, Billie swiveled around in her seat, her microphone still in her hand. The image of her, with her long hair framing her face and looking all cozy in an oversized shirt and simple sweats made your heart warm. To you, she was home personified.

A smile that stretched from ear to ear immediately appeared on her face as she greeted you. She stood up, meeting you eye-to-eye, wrapping her arms around your waist and giving you a quick kiss. She squeezed your waist ever so gently, pulling away and looking at you with pure affection in her eyes.

"How was your day?" She asked softly. You didn't immediately respond with a verbal answer; you simply sighed, leaning forward to rest your head on her shoulder, pulling Billie in closer. You inhaled the clean scent of her hoodie, which smelled like her perfume, a scent that very quickly became comforting for you.

"Exhausting." Was all you said as a response after a couple of minutes of silence, and Billie was quick to understand how you were feeling in the moment. You usually came home tired, but there were small things that you would do when you had a day that was a bit more intense than usual, and she could always pick up on those things. Everything about your body language in this particular moment told her everything she needed to know.

"Today must have been a lot, huh?" Billie asked you, although she already knew the answer. She moved her hands to around your shoulders, hugging you properly, while yours were now around her waist. Billie never minded embracing you for as long as you needed, and she even rubbed your back a little, the action further helping you relax.

"Yeah," you started, your voice quiet. "I just got so overwhelmed today and I couldn't get out of my own head and was feeling anxious the whole time and I just… wanted to be home and away from everybody." You spoke earnestly.

"I know, baby. I know. I'm so sorry today was rough." Billie said, sincerity in her tone. She pulled out of the hug, only so she could hold your face in her hands. She could see the tiredness in your eyes.

"Is there anything you need right now?" Billie asked. Whenever she could tell you were drained, she was always ready to provide you with anything you needed, be it food or a cuddle session on the couch; the simple gesture made you fall in love with her all over again. In this moment, though, there was only one thing on your mind.

"No, I don't need anything. Just you." You replied with a small, tired grin. Billie just nodded, returning the warm expression, leaning in to kiss you a couple more times.

"Okay, angel." She replied sweetly.

With that, you sat down on her little couch, as she sat back down in her swivel chair. She resumed working, and you immediately became transfixed, admiring the soothing sound of her voice and the beautiful snippets of music that she'd play from her speakers every now and then. There was nothing more calming to you than watching your girlfriend in her element, focused and working hard at her little desk.

Every now and then, she'd turn to glance at you, giving you a smile or blowing you a kiss, and every time a series of chuckles would escape you. If she ever had to get up to use the bathroom or grab a snack, she'd always give you a peck on the lips before leaving and she'd always ask you if you wanted her to grab anything while she was out. Her thoughtfulness only reminded you of why you chose to spend the rest of your life with her—you truly wouldn't have it any other way, especially on days like these.

In the comfort of her studio, you were away from the bustling, loud atmosphere that was your workplace. You didn't have to fake any more smiles or put on any carefully constructed masks. In Billie's presence, you could finally just be.

At some point, after many hours, Billie had found a stopping point, feeling satisfied with the progress that she had made. When she turned around in her seat to look at you, she noticed that you were lying down on the couch now, resting your head on a throw pillow, blinking slowly as you were adorably trying to fight sleep.

Billie immediately found herself walking over to you, kneeling down to be close to your face. She moved some hair out of your eyes, gazing at you fondly. You looked back at her, your eyes just barely cracked open.

"Hey, babygirl," Billie said, her voice just barely above a whisper. "Wanna go to the bed?"

After letting out a yawn, you nodded. "Mhmm." You replied sleepily, and Billie chuckled, kissing your cheek.

"Come on then, sleepyhead. I could use a nap myself."

You found yourself a bit reluctant to get off the couch, but you did eventually, grabbing onto Billie's hand and walking with her to your shared bedroom. The natural sunlight filling the room was enough, so she kept the lights off, and the two of you immediately crawled into bed atop the covers. You were still in your day clothes but you were far too worn out to give a damn. Billie definitely didn't care at all, happily pulling you in close.

Billie was behind you, taking the role of a big spoon, her arms wrapping around you comfortably.

The world knew Billie as a superstar; but in your modest little home, Billie to you was your everything, your safe haven, your future wife who'd you spend your last days on earth with.

"I love you so much." You suddenly heard Billie whisper. You smiled at the sound of her voice.

"I love you, too." You responded, melting into her.

(author's note pt. 2: need her to speak softly and gently to me irl so bad i'm crashing out 💔💔💔)

[order-of-river-phoenix]

hello i have returned 🥺 may i request a runner fic where a female reader helps him out with his injuries? 🥺 i need to pump the pacific serotonin in my veins and you’re the best at these 🤍🤍

Picking Favorites; Wilbur “Runner” Conley

Fandom: HBO War; The Pacific

A/N: whew child, this took me... too long. Far far too long. And for what?? Anyway, I was ecstatic for a Runner request bc we love and appreciate PFC Wilbur Conley in this house. Also “the best” 🥺🥰 you’re gonna make a homie cry. Thank you for the request sweet pea and I hope you like it!! 💕

(important side note for anyone: if you changed your user, would you mind letting me know so I can change it on the Taglist doc? I just want to make sure I’m tagging the ppl who want to be tagged)

Warnings: nope :)

Taglist: @liebegott @stressedinadress @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @teenmagazines @hbohmygodx @meteora-fc @punkgeekchic @vintagelavenderskies @hoosiers-hoe @mavysnavy @inglourious-imagines @sara-hbowar @alienoresimagines

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You had seen many faces come in and out of the hospital. Many of them were despondent—missing appendages, limbs, and worst of all, hope—but of course, there were also the guys that mostly just needed some patching up and time to readjust. You were glad to see your latest patient was responsive enough to notice when you walked in.

"You can call me Wilbur," he said after you politely referred to him as Mr. Conley. "Or Bud. My buddies in my unit called me Runner."

"Runner, huh? Do I get to guess why?"

A wide smile spread across his face. "They weren't the most creative bunch."

That worked a light chuckle out of you as you checked his arm. "So you run. You ran track, I'm assuming."

He hissed a bit, but his smile returned when your eyes met. "Yes, ma'am. I hope to continue when I get home."

"Sorry," you mumbled, moving your fingers to another spot. "Does this hurt?"

Though his jaw clenched a bit, he shook his head, still managing to look amused. "Nope. Feels like rainbows and butterflies, nurse."

"Are you calling me nurse because that's what I am or because you've forgotten my name?" You continued to inspect his injuries as you spoke.

"I'm not so creative either," he replied, sort of shrugging with one shoulder. "And I don't exactly recall you introducing yourself."

"I didn't, did I?" was all you said as you wrapped his arm back up. "Now, if this starts to hurt on its own or you have any other concerns, you make sure to let me know."

"I do have a concern, actually."

You raised your eyebrows. "What is it?"

"You still haven't told me your name." His face showed no desperation or insistence. Like he was just pointing it out.

You hesitated, your mouth beginning to form the first sound. "My name is Y/N."

"Alright, Y/N," he began, testing out how the name felt on his tongue. "I'll let you know if I have anymore problems."

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It was almost a mistake telling him your name. At any given moment if he thought you were in earshot, he would be calling for you.

“I thought you were in serious pain,” you had scolded him after you took off from the other side of the hall to him. You had found him grinning ear to ear, smoking a cigarette.

“I was,” he declared. “My feelings were hurt that I hadn’t seen you today.”

After that, you let him yell a little before going to check on him. The other nurses found it endearing at first, but when they realized he wouldn’t let anyone else check on him, they urged you to talk to him.

“We can’t let him wait for hours when you’re not here,” one of them said.

Another one nudged you with a teasing smile. “Just tell him you’ll marry him, so maybe he’ll shut up.”

“I’ll talk to him,” but you ignored the last suggestion. As you stopped at the foot of Runner’s bed, you exaggeratedly sighed. “You’re obnoxious, you know that?”

He appeared unfazed. “What I am is tired. I’ve been calling you forever.”

You gave him a dry look. “Really? I had no clue.” You drew to his side, once again checking the state of his healing arm. “Why won’t you let any of the other nurses check on you? You know I’m not here all the time.”

He waited until you met his eyes. “I like you best.”

The heat that rose to your face felt like fire, and you were almost sure he knew that he’d flustered you, despite your relatively even expression. “I do the same job everyone else does, Runner.”

“That’s why I like you best.” The quizzical look on your face encouraged him to elaborate. “You think every nurse that comes in here does the same thing as you, but they don’t.”

“Well, that’s a little concerning, but that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t go the hours I’m not here without getting checked. We need to make sure you continue to get better.”

“I am. I’m always fine when you check on me,” he argued, still not backing down. “It’s more fun when you’re worried about me.”

“You’ll have to leave eventually,” you sighed. “What will you do for fun then?”

“Run,” he answered. “I’ll run everywhere. I’ll run back here just to see you.”

You just shook your head wearing a small smile.

“I know you’d miss me.”

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“That means you would definitely miss me.”

“I’d miss that smile,” you mumbled under your breath, though you knew he could hear.

His silence only embarrassed you further.

“Oh, goodness,” you nervously laughed. “Did I really say that? I say some silly things sometimes.” All you could think about now was how dry your mouth was.

Before you could take your hands from his arm, he took hold of one with his own. “You know why you’re my favorite. It has nothing to do with how well you do your job.”

“But that’s really all this is supposed to be,” you reasoned. “I’m supposed to do my job, and you’re supposed to get better. Then you leave, go back home to whoever you’ve got waiting for you, and I get the satisfaction of knowing I sent someone’s boy home.”

Something in his eyes softened as his grip on your hand slightly tightened. “Do you have someone waiting for you at home?”

“No one but family.”

He nodded, thinking his next words out. “Marry me.”

Before you could even muster up an answer, you heard gasps from behind you. “Don’t be dumb. Say ‘yes’!” one of the girls encouraged. No doubt the same one from earlier.

You weren’t sure how long they had been eavesdropping, but you were starting to understand what Runner had meant about them not doing the same job.

A million and one things ran through your mind, and saying yes was one of the more prominent thoughts. But...

The sincerity in his eyes and the slight falter in his hopeful smile made you so sure in your reply.

“Yes.”