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keeping you a secret; b.eilish part three

₊ᰔ ⋮ part two

💿 ⋮ playlist .....⋮ sweet nothing - taylor swift .....⋮ somewhere only we know - keane

a silence hangs in the room after the words come out of your mouth. it's almost as if you're both processing what was said. like you hadn't come to the mutual agreement that this would remain a secret until you were both ready. were you even ready? god, you were so confused.

she doesn't argue. doesn't make excuses. she just lays there staring at the ceiling like she's searching for something. something that might make this easier. then she's pushing the covers off her body and you turn to her. scared that this is too much. that she's leaving.

"'let's go," she says as she pulls on a hoodie. you sit on the bed. the sheets falling down to your lap. you're confused. she walks to the bed planting her hands on either side of your legs. "come on," she motions towards the door with her head. a smile forming on her lips.

it's nearly midnight as you settle into her car. the only sound coming from the engine starting. her hand settles on your thigh as you hide your hands in the sleeves of your hoodie. the drive is quiet. she hums softly to a song on the radio. the city feels too big with nearly empty streets but not enough to feel lonely. shop lights are still on. signs are flashing and street lights are buzzing.

they fade as you get further up the mountain. the lights distant as the car stops. you turn to look at her. it's where you first kissed. it was a tentative kiss following a string of confessions. how she hadn't felt herself in so long. how you made the scary things less scary. how she felt safe and how with you everything made sense.

"i love you," she whispers breaking the silence. you look at her. there's a sincerity in her face that pulls you closer. your hand is on her jaw and after a few moments of your eyes silently talking, you kiss. her hand holds your elbow as you take the lead. you hold her jaw. lips moving slowly. you feel the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders. just the two of you. this. this is nice. this is safe. just the two of you.

"i'm sorry," you whisper against her lips as you pull away. your lips slowly peeling from hers. she holds the back of your head before you can pull away completely. your foreheads touch as you quietly breathe each other's air.

"you don't have to apologize," she reassures and you shake your head sniffling.

"i like this. i like how calm this is. it just hurts. it hurts because it feels like you are erasing me from your life every time-" you're rambling now and each word is blurred with the sniffles and tears that are coming down hot. she wraps her arms around your shoulders bringing you closer. she cradles your body as you calm down. her voice is soothing whispering sweet nothings. when you come up, your face tear-streaked and eyes puffy, she kisses your forehead and you sit in silence.

this is good. just the two of you.

the ride back to her house is different. your hands are intertwined and on her lap as you both sing to your favorite songs. you both rolled down your windows letting the crisp air hit your faces. her hair blows in the wind until she closes her window. yours is still rolled down when you come to a stop. the red light reflects on your bodies as she leans in just barely. her index finger hooked on your chin. her lips hovering inches from yours. your eyes watch her with adoration as she mumbles the lyrics to the song.

you're wrapped in the warmth of each other's gaze and the stillness. the closeness. the peace. you're both oblivious to the phone raised in the car besides you.

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silk + steel ★⋆˙

au: bodyguard! billie, princess! sabrina, and princess! reader

★ synopsis: what happens when sabrina, the wife your family has arranged for you to marry finds out that you have been sleeping with your bodyguard...

warnings: daddy kink, cumming strap, oral (sabrina recieving), fingering, spit kink, p in v

you're standing in the far alcove of the ballroom just past the veil of velvet curtains, half-shadowed by candlelight and stone columns. no one’s watching, or if they are, they’re too polite to look directly at a scandal waiting to unfold.

sabrina moves first.

she’s smooth, practiced, every motion dipped in elegance. her fingers brush your wrist, just barely, and you feel the burn of it all the way up your spine.

“you ran from me last week,” she murmurs, voice like warm wine. “we were talking about our future, and suddenly you vanished.”

you swallow.

“you were talking,” you say, careful. “i was… listening.”

sabrina’s lips twitch. “you weren’t listening. you were staring at someone else across the courtyard. someone in uniform.”

billie steps forward now, all leather and shadow, the gold insignia of your royal guard catching in the low light.

her gaze drops to your throat, then lower.

“you looked real pretty that night,” billie says, casually sinful. “tight little bodice. lips all flushed.”

you flinch and sabrina sees it. her eyes flick between the two of you, and suddenly the whole world narrows to this moment.

“so it’s true,” she says softly. “you’ve been fucking your bodyguard.”

billie tilts her head. “not just fucking, princess,” she says to sabrina.

your breath hitches. heat licks its way down your stomach. sabrina goes still, but her eyes darken, not with rage, but something far more dangerous.

desire.

you can see the gears turning behind her mask. sabrina doesn’t lose.

“is that right?” she asks, turning to you now, her voice velvety. “you want someone who follows orders? someone who guards the door while you sleep, unless, of course, she’s sneaking into your bed? what would your boss say about this, eilish.”

your heart is hammering now, caught between them like a guilty flame.

you don’t answer.

you can’t.

but your silence screams.

billie leans in close behind you, breath warm against your ear. “tell her how you beg,” she murmurs. “tell her how you whimper when my fingers—”

“enough,” sabrina snaps, voice tight. not angry. jealous.

she steps into your space fully now, one hand cupping your jaw, tilting your chin up. “you know i could give you everything,” she whispers. “a kingdom. a crown. silk sheets and a thousand nights of worship.”

your knees nearly buckle.

but billie’s hand lands on your waist, possessive, grounding. “and i give you everything you actually want,” she growls. “don’t i?”

you close your eyes. they’re both so close. sabrina’s perfume, soft vanilla. billie’s breath, warm and sinful.

and you’re caught in between.

a princess and a protector.

silk and steel.

“you don’t get to keep her just because of a contract,” billie tells sabrina, eyes locked. “she’s not some prize you win in a deal.”

sabrina raises a brow. “you’re right,” she says. “she’s not a prize.”

then, quietly: “but she is mine”

your breath stutters.

they’re both staring at you now, fire and fury wrapped in lust. the air around you crackles.

sabrina’s fingers are still under your chin, delicate but firm, her grip the kind of soft control that makes your stomach twist. behind you, billie’s hand drifts lower, slow and deliberate, until it rests at the curve of your hip, possessive. protective. claiming.

you don’t move. you can’t move.

your breath is shallow, your pulse is loud. two very different kinds of power caging you in, sabrina’s elegance like a blade wrapped in lace, billie’s heat a slow burn under skin.

“we should stop,” you whisper. you mean it. but your thighs are pressed together, and no part of you pulls away.

sabrina leans in. her lips hover just over yours, close enough for your breath to hitch at the contact you don’t get.

“then stop us,” she says, low and daring.

you don’t.

and that’s all they need.

billie’s hand slides down, slipping under the hem of your royal gown, her touch dragging up your thigh, calloused fingers hot against your skin. sabrina watches you shudder, her eyes tracking every twitch of your mouth, every breath you try to catch.

then sabrina kisses you.

it’s not gentle.

her mouth is all velvet heat and pent-up frustration, kissing like she needs to own you. her hand grips the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough that she can deepen it. tongue sliding against yours, lips plush and demanding.

you whine, and that’s when billie growls behind you.

her hand grips your waist, yanking you back into her chest, her mouth at your neck. 

you’re trembling now, from their touch, from their voices, from the realization that neither of them plans on backing down.

billie slips her hand higher, under lace and silk, her fingers stroking just shy of where you want them. “tell her how wet you are,” she whispers in your ear. “tell her how i haven’t even touched you and you’re already dripping.”

sabrina bites her lip at that, eyes dark with hunger.

and you don’t say a word.

you just whimper.

you don’t remember how you got here. maybe they pulled you,  maybe you followed. your body’s still buzzing from the moment in the corridor, lips swollen from sabrina’s kiss, your thighs aching from the way billie had you shaking with just her voice. now you’re back in your chamber. high stone walls. heavy velvet curtains. a bed too regal for what’s about to happen. sabrina locks the door behind her with a click. she’s already shrugging off the embroidered cloak draped over her shoulders, revealing a corseted bodice laced so tight it looks like sin. “take the dress off,” she says, her voice cool. commanding. her eyes flick down to where your gown hangs from your shoulders. “now.” you hesitate, not out of fear, but because billie’s behind you again, her hand already gripping the fabric at your lower back. she makes the decision for you. her fingers yank at the laces, rough and practiced, and she peels it off you like she’s done this before, a thousand times. “come on baby,” billie mutters, mouth close to your ear. “don’t make us punish you now.” you gasp as the gown drops to the floor. sabrina steps forward. her fingers trace the strap of your underdress, then snap it off your shoulder. “there is no us,” she murmurs under her breath to billie. “look how perfect she is like this. desperate.” “desperate?” billie growls. “we haven’t even touched her yet.” and then she does. billie’s hand slides between your legs, rough fingers cupping you through lace. the sound you make is humiliating, a broken gasp that punches from your chest, because you’re already soaked. you find yourself grinding against billie’s palm in desperation, the friction from the lace giving you more pleasure. “fuck,” billie mutters. “you’re dripping. you wanted this, didn’t you? you like being treated like a slut.” sabrina’s lips are at your throat now, kissing, nipping. “so needy that you like being passed around like a whore,” she whispers. “what would your father say huh? you’re fucking around with the palace’s royal guard when you’re supposed to be marrying me, supposed to be mine.” you don’t know who moved first, just the sudden, jarring press of the mattress beneath you. sabrina is on you in a flash, straddling your chest with a bold, fluid motion. her breath is shallow, eyes locked on yours, fierce with intent. without hesitation, she hikes her skirt up over her hips, the fabric bunching around her waist, her movements unapologetically swift. her thighs are soft, her eyes wicked. “open your mouth,” she says, moving her thumb between your lips. your suck on her thumb briefly, sabrina humming in approval. she lowers head towards yours spitting on your tongue, pushing it further down your throat with her fingers, just wanting to hear you gag for her. billie’s already between your legs, and without warning, billie’s fingers drive into you, fast, deep, unrelenting. the sudden shock of it rips a cry from your throat, raw and breathless. sabrina doesn’t flinch, lips curved in a knowing smirk, calm in the chaos of your unraveling, as your moans fill the space between them.

“gosh you’re so tight baby,” billie mutters, voice rough as her fingers thrust harder, curling just right “but don’t worry princess, gonna have you making a mess on my cock by the end of the night” your hips buck. sabrina slides forward, pressing her heat against your mouth. “don’t be rude baby,” she breathes, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. “put your mouth to use for once, billie's spoiled you too much hasn't she,” “oh please, you’re talking like you aren’t spoiled too” billie spits out at sabrina, you’re about to try and speak up but sabrina is quick to cut you off, sitting her pussy on your tongue. your tongue moves on instinct, licking, sucking, moaning into her pussy, while billie’s fingers drive into you. sabrina’s scent is heavy in the air, warm and heady as she moves above you. below, billie fills you completely, each thrust deep and steady, her thumb working your clit with practiced rhythm. you’re caught between them, every nerve lit up, breath coming in short pulls, your body answering theirs without hesitation. nothing else exists but the weight of them, the way they touch you, take you, want you. sabrina’s fingers twist into your hair, firm and unyielding, holding you right where she wants you. her voice drops low, breath hitching as she exhales, “don’t you dare stop.” there’s no hesitation in her grip, her control threading through every syllable. billie growls. “can feel how close you are mama.” your body shakes, teetering on the edge. sabrina grinds harder on your face. billie’s fingers thrust deeper. you’re unraveling at both ends, pleasure sparking through your core like a live wire. it builds fast, sharp, impossible to hold.

you come hard, crying out into sabrina’s heat, thighs trembling around billie’s hand, your breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. they don’t stop, whimpers fly out of your mouth

the chamber is hot now, not from the fire crackling in the hearth, but from you. from them. your body’s still twitching, hypersensitive, your breath ragged as you lie sprawled across silk sheets. sabrina's thighs slowly lift from your face, her cheeks flushed, golden hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. she looks down at you like a queen surveying something she owns. and beside you, billie hasn't moved. her hand rests possessively over your hip, her chest rising and falling with shallow, controlled breaths, but her jaw is clenched. her eyes are dark, and locked on sabrina. the tension isn’t just lust now. it’s something more dangerous. jealousy. pride. you try to sit up, but billie’s hand presses you down, her fingers splayed flat against your tummy. “didn’t say you could move,” she murmurs. you shiver. sabrina’s lips twitch into a smirk, but she doesn’t look at you, she looks at billie. “she listens to me just fine.” “because you had your turn first,” billie snaps, sharp and immediate. sabrina hums, slow and unbothered, a faux pout forming on her lips. “oh? poor thing. are you feeling territorial?”

you can feel it building, not just the heat between you and them, but the static crackle of something sharper, more dangerous. the friction isn’t only in their hands on your skin, it’s in the way they watch each other, speak around you, like you’re the prize in a game neither is willing to lose.

but you already know who’s won.

and that’s when sabrina leans in, fingers curling under your chin, tilting your face up to hers. she looks at you like you’re hers already, like you’ve always been.

“yeah you wanna act like a pathetic whore?,” she murmurs, soft but cutting. “go on then show me how your little bodyguard fucks you, and i’ll show you who’s better”

your heart stumbles.

“after all,” she adds, voice honey-sweet and merciless, “you and i are gonna be wives tomorrow.”

billie turns her head slowly to look at you. her voice is low. rough. “well, princess?” your mouth is dry. your body is buzzing. “go on i’m gonna watch” sabrina says, voice like silk over steel. “i want to see what’s so good it’s got you chasing her like a whore.”

the room contracts around you, thick with tension. sabrina’s eyes glint with dangerous amusement, but billie’s gaze, dark and unyielding, cuts sharper, daring you to answer. your breath catches in your throat, heart pounding against ribs that feel too tight, too fragile to hold it in. neither of them blink. neither breaks the stare. it’s a silent battle waged with smoldering glances and the curl of lips, not a word wasted. you try to find your voice, but it’s lodged somewhere between fear, desire, and the overwhelming pull of needing them both. “i—” your voice falters. you’re drowning in want, in the ache of not being able to choose, not wanting to choose. your fingers twitch beneath their watchful eyes, like a desperate plea that they understand without words. billie’s hand tightens on your hip. “come on let’s give your fiancée a little show, mama” she whispers in your ear voice low, rough with possession.

sabrina leans back against the splayed out mess of pillows on the bed, her arms crossed over each other. your gaze flicks between them, and suddenly the control shatters. the ache to be theirs, completely and utterly, floods through you like wildfire. before you can speak, billie’s lips are on yours, urgent, demanding, her hands sliding down your sides, fingers digging into your hips like she’s staking a claim. one hand slips lower, tracing a slow, scorching line up your thigh, making your skin ripple with shivers.

her mouth trails down your neck, all teeth, biting just hard enough to leave you gasping. the world starts to blur, narrowed down to the weight of her, the sound of her breath, the way she moves against you like she already knows how you’ll fall apart.

she presses close, her body solid at your side, breath brushing your ear. “you and i know this pussy was made for my cock” she murmurs, voice rough, almost possessive.

you hear the soft rustle of clothing, the quiet snap of something being adjusted, then the unmistakable press of her cock against your thigh. she flips you around, so you’re facing sabrina but your pussy up in the air for her to fuck. one hand is splayed against your back and the other gripping your waist, and when she finally pushes in, you feel everything, every inch, every stretch, like your body’s being rewritten around her, to fit her.

your breath catches, hips instinctively rolling back into her as she buries herself deeper, grounding you in place with a grip that won’t let go.

“yeah,” she breathes, low and reverent. “just like that.”

billie doesn’t bother setting a rhythm she fucks you fast. her hand splays across your lower back, holding you steady as her hips roll into yours, the strap hitting deep, perfectly. the friction, the stretch, the sound of her breath catching just behind you, it’s all too much and not enough.

you moan, sharp and needy, staring at sabrina with glossy eyes. sabrina hums from where she’s still watching, legs crossed, chin resting lazily in her hand. 

“yeah that’s better” billie says, voice syrup-sweet with just a touch of smugness. “so pretty when you finally shut the fuck up”

billie growls low under her breath, snapping her hips harder, and the cry that rips from your throat earns a slow, brief smile from sabrina, which was quickly replaced by a hint of jealousy.

she adjusts her angle, hitting that spot that makes your legs tremble, your fingers dig into the sheets. the sound you make isn’t even a word, just a desperate, broken noise, and sabrina shifts closer, hand curling in your hair again, tilting your head back to look at her.

“yeah that feels good baby?” she purrs, brushing her thumb along your cheek. “better than me?”

you’re caught between them, billie’s relentless rhythm driving you closer to the edge, sabrina’s voice wrapping around you like velvet. it’s overwhelming, consuming. and you don’t want it to stop.

you’re barely holding on. billie’s pace is punishing, precise, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. her body is heat against yours, her breath harsh in your ear, her hand gripping your waist like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go. sabrina watches with that unreadable expression, something between amusement and ownership, as your body starts to tremble under billie’s touch.

then her voice cuts through the haze, sharp and commanding.

“that’s enough of that, eilish”

billie doesn’t stop.

in fact, she slams into you harder, her grip tightening as she leans in just a little more. her voice is low, nearly a growl, right at your neck.

“just because i don’t have royal blood doesn’t mean i can’t cum inside your princess so deep she’ll be a fucking mama,” your eyes flick to sabrina, her smirk has flattened, replaced by something sharper, colder. she uncrosses her legs slowly, rising from the bed in one smooth, deliberate motion.

“i said—”

but she doesn’t finish, because that’s when billie drives in deep and stays there, burying herself to the hilt with a groan that sounds almost like defiance.

you cry out, the sound raw and involuntary as your body clenches around her. billie is quick to release the cum from her strap the release painting your walls white, overwhelming you with pleasure.

sabrina stops at the edge of the bed, watching. something in her jaw tics.

billie slowly pulls out, her hands still heavy on your hips, and kisses the back of your shoulder, soft, possessive. her voice is quiet but clear.

“she’s not yours yet.”

sabrina arches a brow, eyes narrowing just slightly.

“no,” she murmurs, stepping closer, “she’ll always be mine”

her eyes never leave yours as she steps in, calm but charged. one hand reaches out, brushing against your jaw, then tipping your chin up. her touch is soft, but her grip is unyielding.

“on your back, sweetheart.” a command, not a request.

you hesitate for half a second, heart pounding, legs weak, body still buzzing from billie, and sabrina’s smile returns, slow and knowing. she waits, not because she doubts you’ll obey, but because she enjoys watching you try to remember how to move under the weight of her gaze.

you shift, limbs trembling, and sabrina helps you the rest of the way with a gentleness that almost feels cruel. she lays you out, hands firm, arranging you how she wants, how she needs.

“look at you,” she murmurs, dragging her fingers down your chest, your stomach, stopping just short of where you’re aching. “my messy wife”

behind her, billie watches, jaw clenched, but she doesn’t speak. doesn’t move. sabrina glances back over her shoulder, the corner of her mouth curving upward again.

“watch eilish, this how i’m gonna be fucking my pretty pussy from now on” her hands slide along your thighs again, spreading you open with quiet command. you are pliant now, breathless, trembling, every nerve already frayed. and sabrina hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

“you ready for me now?” she murmurs, thumb brushing along your inner thigh. her eyes never leave yours. “or do i need to wait until you forget every other name but mine?”

you swallow hard, words caught in your throat.

she leans in, close enough for her breath to graze your skin. “say it.”

you don’t mean to. not really. it just slips out, soft and wrecked:

“yes, daddy.”

a pause.

then sabrina’s smirk returns, slow, wicked, satisfied.

“that’s more like it.”

behind her, billie exhales sharply. but sabrina doesn’t turn. she’s steadies herself with your thighs, bottoming out into your pussy. she’s quick to set a pace, fucking you fast and harsh. sabrina doesn’t look away from you.

not when your back arches. not when your breath stutters. not when the sound you make cuts the silence like a confession. her grip on your thighs is iron, grounding, claiming, and the pace she sets is merciless, not because she’s careless, but because she knows exactly what you can take.

“yeah that’s my good girl,” she murmurs, voice like dark velvet, each word a pulse against your skin. “taking my dick so good aren’t you baby? just a whore for cock isn’t that right”

your fingers curl into the sheets, useless against the way she moves you. you can feel yourself coming undone quicker, pulled open by the weight of her control, the heat of her eyes, the sharp edge of her voice.

behind her, billie hasn’t moved.

she’s still watching, jaw tense, arms crossed, her expression carved from stone. but her eyes, they’re anything but cold. she’s staring right at you, tracking every sound you make. you can feel her restraint like a second pressure in the room, heavy and coiled. 

sabrina leans in slightly, her hands sliding up your ribs, your waist, pinning you down with her full attention. her lips trace over the marks billie left, placing new ones on top.

“that’s it my love,” she says, breath brushing your lips, “let her watch. let her see you come for me”

your mouth opens, but there are no words left, just the ragged edge of need. just sounds of desperation spilling from your lips.

sabrina smiles again, slow and certain. "go ahead, look at her all you want. you're still mine tomorrow, and forever, i’ll make sure of it.”

the way she says it isn’t bitter or jealous. it’s a fact. unshakable. a vow spoken like it’s already carved into stone.

you look at billie. her jaw clenches when your eyes meet. her chest rising too fast, her hands fists at her sides. she hasn’t moved, not a step closer, not a step away. it’s like she’s suspended between two instincts: to fight, or to yield.

but sabrina keeps moving.

she doesn’t rush. every motion is measured, practiced,  like she knows exactly how you respond, how to read your body like a language only she’s fluent in. you’re already unraveling again under her hands, your thoughts scattering like ash.

"you feel that?" she says softly, dragging her nails along your waist. "that’s the difference, baby. she wants to take you. i already have."

you let out a noise, and sabrina drinks it in with a slow smile, one that’s more intimate than smug now. a promise. sabrina turns to look at billie, not faltering her pace at all “she’s gonna be mine forever. my wife, my girl, my fucking whore” she spits out “and tomorrow," she adds, pressing a kiss just behind your ear, "you’re going to say yes with this body still marked by me."

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VIDEOS GIRLFRIEND!BILLIE WOULD SEND YOU .ᐟ

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: lookin 4 something???

the video starts quickly—billie holding her phone up above her head, resting comfortably in what looks to be the couch on her tour bus. she hums softly, a soothing melody that you wish you had the chance to hear again face-to-face. then the camera pans back down, her fingers fumbling with the device before successfully setting it onto the couch opposite of where she was perched.

it's only then do you realize what she's wearing—a purple hoodie that's quite similar to yours... and as you squint, trying to remember where you recognize it from. before the answer can click in your mind, billie speaks up.

"i know you're probably wondering where i got this," she grins, cheekily. "or maybe you're wondering why i have this?" she adds, smile breaking out wider. "and—okay, don't blame me—but i snuck it in my bag before tour..."

your favorite hoodie.

and, clearly, hers as well.

"but!" she exclaims, then whips her head to the side at the sound of one of the cabin bunks creaking. then, quieter, "but i wanted to know that you're always here—or, at least, a part of you."

you can see the pink tint of her cheeks flushing even in the dim lighting of the tour bus, and it only becomes more apparent as she pulls the hood further down—covering her face in embarrassment as she giggles quietly, the sound muffled behind the thick, cozy fabric of your hoodie. the one that you'd been losing your mind while trying to find over the past few days. guess it's a huge weight lifted off your chest knowing that the person you trust most has it.

the room goes quiet for a moment too long—and then a long yawn rips through billie's throat, resulting in the girl lifting her arms up and stretching dramatically, a habit you'd also picked up on a few months into the relationship. billie sits up, scooting to the edge of the cushions and snatching up her phone again. she pulls the device close to her face, anything below her nose unseen in the camera.

"okay, well," she exhales, sleepy. "that's my cue."

her eyes flick to the camera, pulling the phone away a bit to grin at you through the phone. "i love you, pretty girl. i'll call tomorrow... if the timezones aren't fucked up—but if they are, still expect a call. just... later."

she blows a kiss, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "g'night."

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: i'd wanna fuck me too !!

"damn," billie purrs, tilting her head to the side. the sunlight from the open curtains of her hotel room illuminate her face. her lips part, eyes flitting across the screen—checking herself out shamelessly. "not to be conceded but... i see why you want me all the time, baby," she teases, leaning back on the couch, maroon and plush.

her hair is in a low bun, loose strands falling on her neck—so effortlessly perfect it's almost like she pulled them out herself. the video is nearly silent for a few seconds, the low hum of the A/C in the background setting a soft, quiet mood, almost like she's at home. her shoulders are relaxed, brows not furrowed like you'd seen them the last time she jumped onto facetime with you.

billie whistles low as she sets her phone down on the table, probably propped against her water bottle. "holy shit, i might actually start drooling over myself right now," she smiles, turning her head to the side and humming upon seeing the sharp line of her jaw.

"woah," she muses, giggling as she turns back to face the camera. "okay, baby—i need to call you, like, now."

she grabs her phone, tugging it off the table. the video still plays for a moment, even while billie looks like she's deep into finding your contact. then, with a quiet—needy—huff from between billie's pouty lips, the video ends.

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: bts for europe pt2... ur lucky...

the first thing you notice is her camera—not her phone, but an actual camera. the thought of billie taking the time to export the video off the camera just for you already had your heart warming. what made your heart warmer was simply just seeing her face, inverted in the mirror yet still looking as beautiful as ever. the camera view shakes a little in the awkward position of her hand, moving a bit closer—showing the background of what seemed to be a closed shop.

"aaahh!" she whispers, mouth opening in a low roar. her nose scrunches as she takes a step back, focusing the camera on the clean mirror for a second longer before stepping away fully and showing you where she was.

there's multiple racks of her merchandise—a plethora of reds, blues, yellows, and whites, colors that she'd been fixated on even before the meetings for her tour plans began. you remember her always coming home with boxes of her first samples of hoodies and t-shirts. unbeknownst to you, she'd ordered one of each sample in your size—feigning surprise whenever you slid the piece of fabric on and found out that it fit you perfectly.

her voice breaks throught the quiet murmur employees in the background. "nobody passing by knows that i'm in here... well, except for you," she thinks out loud, voice trailing off. "wait, but you're not passing by, so—nevermind, still counts."

"this is going in the vlog, by the way," billie announces in a quiet whisper, like it's a secret. "and you're the first person to seee!! i'm so excited for this next part, baby, you don't even know."

her shoes pad on the concrete floors, the camera view getting closer and closer to a rack of multiple hoodies, the designs varying—fabric in red with a graphic of billie from her rolling stone photoshoot ranging from a darker black hoodie featuring a lighter graphic of her name and a photo taken on her latest tour stop, amsterdam.

"dude, this shit is so sick," she admires, flipping the camera to show her happy expression. "might have to get a few to take home to you—gosh, you'd look amazing in the red."

then, she comes closer, murmuring much quieter, "and, preferably, nothin' underneath..." quickly, the camera pulls away from her face.

"okay bye!"

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: BERLINNNNN

billie's hand is on her cheek, jaw open wide in faux surprise as she points at a poster of herself with her free hand—eyes wide as she frantically taps against the window like she's seeing something that's a once in a lifetime experience. someone—ava—giggles behind the camera, shaking the view for a moment to point at the poster as well, a surprised gasp of her own falling from between her lips.

they're standing outside a shop, the window showcasing a display of billie's latest perfume release—your turn. the gates were still closed due to the early hour, the sun still slowly rising above the mountains. ava zooms in on billie just as she sticks her tongue out—then, unexpectedly, she sprints off camera, nearly tripping over her jeans with her suddenly fast steps. ava trails not too far behind, giggling.

"billie, i'm coming go the show tonight!" someone screams in the distance, loud enough for the camera to pick it up.

she doesn't stop running, and neither does ava—her head just whips around as she stuffs a hand into her pocket, her smile clear in the way she screams, "love you!"

"i love you!" the fan screams back, and ava can't hold in the giggles crawling up her throat.

ava chases after billie until they tumble into the back of their car, breathing heavily as their backs finally hit the seats, lips parted to take the chance to breathe after the sudden interaction. her blue eyes meet the camera again, a dopey smile playing at the corners of her lips. she slumps in her seat, falling to the side and laying across her side of the car with a few quiet chuckles. ava joins in on the laughter, the little sounds escaping billie's throat contagious.

"that was... unexpected," ava comments through her fit of giggles, the words cut off a bit at the end due to the engine of the car rumbling to life.

billie nods. "ugh, i love them," she huffs, pushing herself up again and buckling herself in. the click of a seatbelt echoes in the camera speakers as ava does the same. "if we weren't in a rush i would've ran over and tackled them."

ava huffs a laugh.

"lightly—" billie clarifies. then, with a deep squint of her eyes, hums and whispers, "maybe not, actually. don't wanna catch an assault charge in the middle of tour..."

the blonde behind the camera hums. "they'd probably cherish the bruise, billie."

billie bursts out into laughter—then, the video cuts.

letters. will this get me out of the motivation drought.... fingers are tightly crossed rn bcus i have something big and exciting planned 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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you can make out w me !!

(pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

–🍏

id love to make out with you baby

(damn that desperate???)

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real 🥀🥀 (NOT MINE BTW FOUND THIS ON PIN)

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fuck. -- billie eilish...

— it's okay bb, you're all good <3

1. "tell me where it hurts." & 6. "I can't move."

you didn’t remember falling.

just the snap of something giving out beneath your foot, the ground blurring, the sharp punch of pain that swallowed everything after. then voices. someone yelling your name. the sound of gravel crunching. billie.

you blinked up at the sky. it was too bright, too blue. your ears were ringing.

“hey,” her voice came fast, choked with panic. “hey—baby—what happened? what the fuck happened?”

you tried to speak but your throat was tight, breath stuck somewhere between your chest and mouth. all you could do was blink again, like that’d help. like maybe if you looked at her long enough, the pain would dull.

she was already kneeling beside you, hands hovering. not touching, just hovering, like she didn’t know where she was allowed to go.

“okay, okay—fuck,” she breathed. “tell me where it hurts.”

your eyes darted down, to your leg twisted at the wrong angle. purple already blooming beneath the skin. it didn’t even feel real. just distant. wrong.

“my leg,” you managed. “billie, i—”

you tried to sit up. tried to move.

the pain tore through you so fast, so sharp, it made your vision black out around the edges.

you gasped. your whole body trembled.

“i—i can’t move.”

billie’s face changed. like something broke in her too.

“don’t. don’t try to move. i’ve got you,” she said, her voice suddenly softer but no less desperate. “baby, don’t move.”

you wanted to cry but couldn’t even manage that. everything hurt too much. your fingers clutched at the ground like that might anchor you. your jaw clenched so tight you thought it might shatter too.

then her hand was on yours—gentle, grounding.

“you’re okay,” she whispered, even if she didn’t believe it. “you’re okay. i’m here. i’ve got you.”

her other hand hovered near your leg again, eyes scanning over the bruising, the angle, the way your body had started to shake.

“shit,” she muttered, mostly to herself. “okay. we’re gonna get help, alright? just stay with me. keep looking at me.”

you did. not because you could think clearly. not because you knew what to do.

but because she was the only thing that didn’t hurt.

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"Acquainted by the weeknd" and it's one with like Billie and reader and it's like a casual/friends with benefits type thing but becomes more PLEASEEEE ✂️✂️😫😫

hola mi amorrrrr! Yes ofc! Hope you like it 🥰🙈 made it more angsty if you don’t mind xx

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To say that you’re in love is bold.

Dangerous, even.

It’s during moments like these that make you believe that you’re more than what you both say that you are. More than passing glances and late-night touches. More than the silence after you both say, “This doesn’t mean anything.”

But it feels like it does.

And that’s the part that fucking terrifies you.

Because you promised yourself you’d never let it go this far. Never let the nights blur into mornings. Never let her voice linger in your head when she’s not there. But now, she’s everywhere. In your clothes. In your bed. In the way you forget yourself.

And tonight is no different.

You lay back on the plush pillows, pulse quickening in anticipation as Billie plants hot, open-mouth kisses along your inner thigh. A whimper escapes your lips, hips buckling instinctively, desperate for more of her touch, her heat. She takes her time with you— she always does— just how you like it.

“Please…” you half-moan, half-beg, the ache between your legs growing more and more.

She trails her fingers lightly up your thigh, teasing, before finally, mercifully, her hand finds its way to the apex of your legs. You gasp as she cups you, her touch electric, sending shivers through your entire body.

Billie leans in, her breath hot against your ear.

“Is this what you want?" she whispers, her voice a low, sultry purr. You can only nod, your words lost in a moan as she begins to touch you, her fingers deft and knowing.

Billie shifts, positioning herself with your limbs, her body pressing against yours. Gasps and moans begin to fill the bedroom, your bodies grinding and arching into one another, clits brushing. Billie's breath quickens as her body moves in sync with yours, her soft skin gliding against yours with each deliberate motion. Her hands explore your curves, tracing lines of pleasure that make you shiver. The room is filled with the intoxicating scent of arousal and the sound of your combined breaths, ragged and desperate.

Billie grunts. “F-Fuck, Y/N…”

Her lips find yours in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing and tasting. You can feel her heartbeat against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own. Her hips roll against you, creating a friction that sends waves of heat through your body. You both moan into each other's mouths, the sound muffled but intense. Her hands slide down your back, gripping your ass and pulling you closer. You grind against her, seeking more friction, more contact.

Billie's mouth moves to your neck, nibbling and sucking, marking you as hers. You tilt your head back, giving her more access, your body arching into her touch. Her hands roam your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, making you gasp and writhe. You both move together, a dance of desire, your bodies slick with sweat and need. The room is a symphony of pleasure, your moans and gasps the only music. You can feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in your belly, ready to explode.

“Billie… Oh, my God—“ Your words become out in breathless moans. All you can think, breathe, feel is Billie.

Billie's hand slips between your legs, her fingers finding your clit, rubbing and circling. You cry out, your body convulsing as she pushes you over the edge. She follows soon after, her body shaking as she finds her own release. You both collapse, spent and breathless, your bodies still entwined. The room is quiet now, except for the sound of your hearts beating in unison.

And then it hits.

The reality.

It’s not real. None of it is.

The passion is real, of course, but soon after, she will leave. And come back like she always does. She always says she’s not trying to catch feelings. You say you aren’t either.

This isn’t love. You know it. And you keep denying it.

But some addictions don’t ask for permission.

Yet deep down, you know:

She’s not just an acquaintance anymore.

And neither are you.

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give it to me NOWWWW

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⋆ fuckboy!billie who's obsessed with your tits & fuckboy!sabrina who’s obsessed with your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who constantly stares at your tits. she doesn't care where you are, she'll stare until you slap her for being ah—such a pervert.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who loves to make you ride her strap, bouncing like a bunny so she can have access to your tits.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who leaves a shitload of hickeys on your chest and tits so that any dress with even a little cleavage shows that you belong to her.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who doesn't hesitate to throw her face into your breasts at a party while you shyly try to push her head away.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who bites and licks your nipples through the see-through fabric, watching you whine and squirm.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who has a picture of your tits as wallpaper on her phone.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who loves to slide a strap between your tits, making you squeeze them around the thick length.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who innocently rests her head on your chest, pretending not to slip her hand under the fabric of your shirt.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who bought a cumming strap specifically so she could cover your tits and chest with her cum.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who licks the drugs off your tits, then fucks you while you both are high.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who bites her lip every time you bend over in front of her. does everything she can to keep her hands to herself.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose patience doesn't really last long, because her hands instinctively reach forward, squeezing your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves having you on her lap in a short skirt, squeezing and playing with the soft flesh.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who has a huge spanking kink.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves hitting it from the back, just because she has more access to your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves leaving bites on your cheeks.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose phon's full of pictures of your ass covered in her handprints.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose hand constantly drifts from your waist to your butt whenever she tries to be a gentleman and keep you close.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who likes to put her hand on your shoulder blades during parties until you bend over, pressing your butt against the strap hidden under her pants.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who always gives you a little slap on the ass before you get up to get her another beer.

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keeping you a secret; b.eilish part two

₊ᰔ ⋮ part one

you don't talk about the headline again. at least not directly.

she makes you breakfast the next morning. the toast is slightly burnt but when she kisses your cheek you melt just like butter. she mumbles an apology and you wrinkle your nose placing the piece of toast down. you flash her a smile because she's your girlfriend. no headline or public statement is going to change that. she's yours.

you watch her saunter towards the toaster with her baggy t-shirt and mismatched socks. her hair is tied up in a messy bun and her eyes are still puffy with sleep. she looks perfect.

"come here," you extend your arm and she looks at you. there's a faint smile on your face but your eyes are full of love. she walks to you locking her fingers with yours. she stands between your legs as you cup her jaw. your lips touching. she's yours. even if it's just a secret. even if your only label is mystery girl.

the days turn into weeks and somehow fans have already found your instagram. there are messages in your inbox. comments on your old photos. some emojis. some colorful words. you don't tell her. you don't want to ruin the build up to her new album. you just turn off your phone and shut out the world. you take in every second you spend with her. just the two of you. in your own world.

you're curled up on the couch when the clip starts circulating. it's short. you've skipped over every content from that event knowing that she'd come home that night and tell you all about it. you'd usually hang by her team but tonight you just didn't feel like it.

❝interviewer: are you seeing anyone? billie: i'm just focusing on the music right now. ❞

you let it play once. twice. three times. she doesn't flinch. doesn't hesitate in her response. she just smiles and smooths out her shirt. your chest tightens as your hand trembles. eventually the voices on your phone are little buzzes that mean nothing. you remind yourself she's doing this for you. to protect you. to shield you from the horrors of teenage hormones and public scrutiny but you wonder how much of it is for her.

when she comes home she notices the shift right away. your arms hang loosely around her when she hugs you and kisses your forehead. she hooks her finger under your chin. eyebrows furrowed. lips parting as if she's got something to say but she can't find the words. you try your best to fake a smile but she sees right through it.

"what's wrong?" she whispers. her fingers spread over your cheek.

"i saw the clip," your voice is small. you can't look at her when you speak. you can already map out her response. you know exactly what she'll say and you'll believe it until it happens again and again.

"i don't want people picking you apart. they already found your instagram for fuck's sake," there's a shift in her voice. there's frustration in her words. your brows raise. you hadn't mentioned that to her. "i saw you scrolling through your notifications," she adds and your shoulders slump. she holds the back of your neck and your eyes speak louder than words. you want this. you want it all. the pretty. the ugly. the nasty. you want it because it's her.

‎‧₊˚✧ there was something so peaceful about lying on her bed with her silky sheets and bare body pressed on you. her fingers tracing your spine. her lips curled in a sweet smile. eyes spent. a pretty pink hue on her cheeks. your heartbeats were settling. soft laughs filtering the air as you came down from your high.

"that was nice," she whispers and you tug on the bedsheets hiding your face. you can still feel her tongue on your skin. you can feel her fingers touching intimate places. you can feel the pulse between your legs and the heat in your cheeks.

"it was," you agree still hiding your face. her fingers tug gently on the fabric until she can see your face. her thumb brushes the corner of your mouth and you lean into her touch letting her consume you again. she kisses you and you feel the electricity coursing through your body. it tingles and you feel the familiar throb. you hook your leg over her waist pulling yourself closer. her hand holds your thigh as your bodies grind and desperately hold on to one another.

her thigh rubs between your legs and you whimper in her mouth as you wrap your arms around her. as your lips touch messily and your bodies move hungrily. scattered moans and pants and gasps fill the air but so does the uncertainty of what this means. of where this relationship is going. part of you doesn't care. part of you is content because it's her.

"i wish we could stay like this forever," she whispers kissing the top of your head after the heat settles and your bodies are no longer quivering. ✧˚₊‧‎

lying now on the same bed you want to believe her words. "i didn't mean to hurt you," she says softly. you don't respond right away. you glance at your phone. face down on the nightstand. you glance at her. eyes pleading. lips pouting. she's not careless. she's not cruel. but you can't separate this billie from the billie the world sees. the billie that smiles and pretends you don't exist.

"i just wish it didn't have to be a secret," you finally whisper and it's that statement that disrupts the order of things.

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My tits look so good why are they not covered in spit and bite marks

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gang we only have 7 more days for something lesbian to happen to me during pride month. GODSPEED.

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2 from romantic list with billie!.

so special — billie eilish...

2. "can I touch you?"

it had gotten late without either of you noticing.

you were still in your clothes from earlier, legs curled beneath you, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders like it was armor. the movie you'd put on had ended a while ago, but neither of you had moved. the glow from the tv screen flickered against the wall, casting soft shadows that danced across her face.

billie was close. close enough that you could hear the way her breathing slowed when you shifted. close enough that you could feel the heat of her leg brushing yours through the fabric. and it wasn’t even intentional. not really. it was just that kind of closeness that crept in slowly, like the tide. subtle, but constant.

you could feel the air between you getting heavier. not in a bad way—just thick with something unnamed. something that sat behind your ribs and pressed into your lungs and made everything feel like it mattered more than it should.

you were staring down at your hands. picking at the skin beside your thumb like you always did when you were nervous. or unsure. or trying not to want something too loudly.

then she said it.

“can i touch you?”

your breath caught in your throat.

not because you hadn’t expected it, but because you had. because it had been hanging there between you all night—every glance, every soft laugh, every shoulder bump that lingered too long. you’d felt it building.

but hearing it aloud was something else entirely.

you looked up, and she was already watching you. her expression wasn’t playful, or teasing, or even flirty. it was just—bare. open. like she was offering something of herself in the asking.

you nodded. “yeah,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “you can.”

and she moved slowly, like she didn’t want to ruin it.

her fingers brushed your wrist first, soft and tentative. then they slid up, tracing the inside of your forearm. her touch was light, almost hesitant, like she didn’t want to take anything—just feel it. just be there.

your skin buzzed under her fingertips. your whole body went quiet, still, like it was listening for what she’d do next.

when her palm finally rested flat over your hand, your breath hitched. not because it was electric, but because it felt safe. because it felt like she meant it.

she looked at you again, like she was checking in. making sure it was still okay.

“you’re shaking,” she said gently.

“i know.”

“you don’t have to be scared.”

you nodded, but didn’t say anything. not right away. because it wasn’t fear, not really. it was more like being seen for the first time. like having someone reach for you without expecting anything back. like being touched by someone who didn’t want to take, but hold.

you let out a slow breath.

“no one’s ever asked before.”

billie didn’t respond with words. she just squeezed your hand a little tighter, then leaned in, resting her forehead gently against yours.

“then they never deserved to touch you in the first place.”

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Could you please do 16 and 8 from the Billie and fines hurt list. Like reader is hurt and with Billie

her baby— billie eilish...

8. "this is gonna hurt" and 16. "your pain can't be a ten, it's only a stratch— oh-o..."

you were trying really hard not to cry.

mostly because billie was watching you with that particular brand of worry-disguised-as-snark, and the last thing you needed was for her to think you were pathetic over something small. it wasn’t that bad. you thought.

but it hurt, and you were pretty sure there was gravel embedded in your skin.

“you’re being dramatic,” she said, crouched in front of you, squinting at your leg where blood had smeared a rusty line down your shin.

“your pain can’t be a ten, it’s only a scratch—”

she pressed the cloth to the wound.

“—oh—”

your whole body jerked. you hissed through your teeth, knuckles whitening around the bathroom counter.

billie went quiet.

she didn’t say i told you so. didn’t roll her eyes. she just exhaled, slow, and softer this time said, “okay. alright. it’s a bit more than a scratch.”

you looked at her, blinking hard. “no shit.”

her mouth twitched like she wanted to smile but couldn’t quite pull it off. she dipped the cloth back into warm water and wrung it out. you were shaking a little now—adrenaline ebbing, pain swimming underneath like something sharp and mean.

she caught it, of course. she always did.

“hey,” billie said gently, eyes flicking up to meet yours. she tilted her head a little, one hand settling over yours like an anchor. “this is gonna hurt.”

“i know.”

“want me to stop?”

you shook your head.

she nodded once, like it cost her something, and went back to cleaning the wound. it did hurt, but her hand stayed on yours, steady, grounding. she kept murmuring under her breath—quiet, low things, mostly nothing. just sound, just her voice, something to hold on to.

you focused on that. on her. on the shape of her fingers, the soft pull of her thumb across your knuckles, like she thought she could smooth out the pain if she was gentle enough.

when she was done, she pressed a kiss to the uninjured skin just below the bandage, like it was instinct.

“next time,” she muttered, not quite looking at you, “try not to wipe out on the pavement like a cartoon character, yeah?”

you snorted. “next time try not to downplay my very real suffering.”

billie rolled her eyes, but she was already pulling you in—arms wrapped around your waist, careful and close. “you’re such a baby.”

and maybe you were.

but it was kind of okay, when you were her baby.

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could you do 3, 13, & 15 from the injury prompt list for billie? reader was injured rock climbing or fell on a walk or smth, but doesn't tell billie and tries to hide it from her, billie only finds out a days later when she noticed reader in pain

burden?-; b.e.

3. "let me see.", 13. "how long ago did this happen?" & 15. "why didn't you tell me it hurt so bad?"

you’d been careful. or at least you thought you had.

it happened three days ago—your foot slipped on some loose rock while hiking, sending you tumbling down a short incline. nothing major, just a gnarly bruise on your side and a twisted ankle. painful, sure, but you could walk. you could hide it.

and you did—for three days. smiling through the dull ache, brushing off billie’s gentle hands when she reached for you, pretending you just pulled a muscle in the gym the other day when your steps faltered. you didn’t want to ruin her weekend. she’d been so excited to have a quiet few days with you.

but now, standing in the kitchen, you wince as you shift your weight—and billie catches it.

"hey," her voice is suddenly sharp. you glance up too slowly. she's staring at you, her brows furrowed, lips pressed tight. "what was that?"

you swallow hard, trying to wave it off. "nothing, just... stepped wrong."

but Billie’s already crossing the room. you try to step back, but your ankle flares and you flinch. that’s all the confirmation she needs.

"sit."

you hesitate. she points firmly to the stool. "now."

you sink onto it with a reluctant exhale. billie kneels down in front of you, her fingers already reaching for your pant leg.

“billie—”

"let me see” her voice leaves no room for argument.

you wince as she gently rolls up the fabric. her fingers still when she sees the angry purple swelling around your ankle.

there’s a long pause. Her jaw clenches. “Jesus…” she whispers, then looks up at you, hurt flickering in her eyes.

“how long ago did this happen?”

You glance away. “…three days ago.”

“three days?” she echoes, stunned. “why didn’t you say anything?”

you shrug, suddenly ashamed. “I didn’t want to worry you. you were so happy. I didn’t want to ruin that.”

"why didn’t you tell me it hurt so bad?" she says softly this time, not angry—just… broken. “you don’t have to hide things like this from me. You’re not a burden, you never are.”

guilt wells up fast in your chest. you reach for her hand, fingers brushing her wrist. “I just didn’t want to be the thing that ruined something good.”

she leans her forehead against your knee for a moment, breathing slowly. then she looks up again, her eyes glassy. “you could fall apart in front of me and I’d still think it was the best day ever, as long as you’re honest with me.”

silence stretches between you for a beat.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

billie stands slowly, cupping your face in both hands, her voice rough but warm. “just don’t shut me out again, okay?”

you nod, and she kisses you—soft and lingering, like a promise—and when she pulls back, she’s already reaching for her phone.

“to make a doctor’s appointment,” she says before you can argue. “and then you’re resting. I’ll carry you if I have to.”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t argue.

not this time.