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loving the new theme bby

AAHHHHHH THANK YOUU🥹🥹

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omg I MISSED SEEING UR BLOG WHERE HAVE U BEEN ANGEL ARE U GOOD?

IM TOTALLY FINE DW, so much stuff going on this month and lately exhausted😕 I THINK I COULD POST SOME OF MY DRAFTS TOMORROW :DD

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Missed ur updates, princess. :(( LOVE THISS 😛

GREASE & GLITTER

Billie eillsh x Fem!Reader

Warnings: teasing, slight banter, brat behavior?

Synopsis: um, read it! hope this helps!!!

The garage smelled like heat and steel, with a low drone of classic rock spilling from an old radio tucked between toolboxes. You’d been there for over an hour, perched on the edge of a dusty workbench, legs crossed, phone untouched in your lap—not that Billie noticed.

She was under a lifted car, boots planted wide, the hem of her white tank clinging to her back where sweat had gathered. You could see the curve of her shoulder blade flex when she reached overhead, hear the metallic clink of her socket wrench echo off the concrete floor.

You cleared your throat. Loudly.

Nothing.

"So… you invite me over just to ignore me?” you said, tone dipped in fake sweetness.

A beat passed. Billie’s voice floated out, calm and unbothered. “Didn’t invite you. You just showed up.”

You narrowed your eyes, pushing yourself off the bench and walking toward the lift. “Seriously? I literally asked if I could come by last night and you said ‘sure.’”

“Exactly,” Billie muttered, rolling herself out from under the car with a low creak of the mechanic’s dolly. Her eyes finally met yours—cool and unreadable, framed by lashes damp with sweat. “I said ‘sure.’ Not ‘drop everything and baby you.’”

You stared at her, heart already prickling with that familiar ache of being tolerated instead of wanted.

“So that’s what this is?” You gestured around, voice rising just enough to sound pathetic, and you hated that. “I’m just… killing time? You don’t even ask why I’m here. What if something was wrong?”

“You're not crying. You're not bleeding. You're pouting,” she said flatly, wiping her hands on a red rag. “That’s not exactly a 911.”

Her lack of reaction was like pouring gasoline on your mood.

“I’m not pouting.”

“Uh-huh,” Billie said, with the ghost of a smirk—so slight you wanted to slap it off her face.

You stepped closer. “You used to care when I was upset.”

“No,” she corrected, tossing the rag onto the worktable behind you. “You used to be honest when you were upset. Now? You come in, cross your arms, and act like I’m supposed to read your mind.”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Billie looked you over slowly. Not with hunger—no. With that frustrating, quiet assessment she always had. Like she was reading the parts of you you tried to bury.

“You want me to pay attention to you?” she asked, her voice dropping lower—not soft, but quieter. Like a challenge. “Then stop acting like you don’t give a damn.”

A wave of humiliation swept through you, hot and choking. “I didn’t come here to beg.”

“Didn’t ask you to,” she said with a shrug, moving back toward her tools. “You don’t want attention? Cool. I got bolts to tighten.”

The indifference—that was what burned most. Because you didn’t want her to beg either. You just wanted… something. A glance that lingered too long. A question. A reach.

Something that said: You’re not a nuisance.

“Why do you act like I’m so much work?” you asked quietly, voice thinner now, more brittle. “You make it feel like I have to compete with your damn engine blocks.”

Billie stilled.

She turned slowly, wiped her palms once more, and crossed the distance between you in a few measured strides.

“You want to know why?” she asked, tone even.

You didn’t answer.

“Because I don’t trust what you want from me,” she said, quiet but brutal. “You come here, wanting me to prove something, then turn cold the second I do. You pull me in, and push twice as hard the moment you feel seen.”

Your breath hitched, not from fear—just the raw, gut-punch truth of it.

Her gaze softened, just barely. “I know you want more than silence, but you never ask for it. You expect it. Then you punish me when I don’t hand it over right.”

The room felt too hot.

“I never said I was easy,” you whispered, unable to look at her.

“No,” Billie said, stepping in closer, her voice dropping low again, this time just for you. “But you could stop pretending like I’m not trying.”

Your chest ached.

And for once, your bratty armor slipped. Just a little.

“…Okay,” you said softly, not sure what you were agreeing to.

She didn’t press.

Just nudged your chin up with a finger smudged in oil, and for the first time that day, she looked at you. Not past you. Not through you.

Right at you.

“You’re a lot,” she said quietly. “But you’re mine. So next time you need my attention—use your words. I’m better with engines than riddles.”

You let out a soft breath. Not a sigh. Just release.

“…Okay.”

so

You didn’t tell her.

You didn’t say anything when your check engine light came on. Didn’t call. Didn’t text. Not even a lazy “hey, can you look at it?” the way you usually did—half-expecting her to drop everything just because it was you.

Not this time.

No. This time, you drove your car—her car, as she liked to call it—to a different garage. Some place with fake neon signage and “10% OFF ALIGNMENTS” banners peeling in the heat. You barely knew how to pop the hood, and still, you handed your keys over like you had something to prove.

All because of that stupid fight.

And because maybe—just maybe—you wanted her to feel it.

Billie heard about it two days later.

Through her cousin Dani, who worked at the parts store across from Reed’s Auto & Tune—the place you had taken your car to, in some act of high-heeled betrayal. Dani had watched them work on your ride and called Billie the second you pulled out of the lot, engine coughing like it had just been exorcised.

“She what?” Billie’s voice cracked through the phone, raw and venomous.

Dani winced. “She brought it to Reed’s. I saw her standing around with that clueless look she gets, holding a strawberry lemonade like she’s in a spa. And then Reed’s kid—Reed’s fuckin’ kid, Billie—he was touching her hood with a flathead. Like, just stabbing at it.”

Billie stood frozen, jaw tight, eyes hard.

“Which one?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Dani hesitated. “That smug little shit, Travis. And he wasn’t alone either. Whole pack of them were hovering around her like she was a damn race trophy.”

That did it.

Billie slammed her phone down onto the counter so hard the screen flickered. Tools dropped behind her as she paced the garage floor like a storm cloud in steel-toed boots.

You didn’t even notice anything unusual when you got your car back from Reed’s. Sure, it was pulling a bit, but you chalked that up to the road. They told you everything was “fixed,” gave you a half-assed receipt, and called you “sweetheart” three times too many.

And okay—maybe you had leaned into it a little. Maybe you’d smiled at Travis Reed just a little too much when he offered you a “complimentary tire check.” Maybe you even let him wipe grease off your cheek like it was some kinda movie moment.

Whatever. You were being petty. You knew what you were doing.

But what you didn’t know was that Travis Reed and his little posse hadn’t stopped talking about you since.

By the time Billie caught up to you again, it was at a gas station two blocks from your place. You were filling up, earbuds in, totally unaware.

She pulled up behind you in her black pickup, engine rumbling low.

You barely turned before Billie was out of the truck, slamming her door so hard the glass rattled.

You pulled a bud out of your ear. “Uh—hey?”

She didn’t say anything at first. Just marched up, expression thunderous.

“You see Travis Reed lately?” she asked, too calm.

You blinked. “…Not since last week?”

Billie’s nostrils flared. “Really. ‘Cause he and his goons were at The Pit talkin’ about how you looked in that denim skirt. Saying they were ‘gonna call dibs’ next time your engine light comes on.”

You scoffed. “Let them talk. It’s not like you—”

“No,” Billie cut you off sharply. “No, you don’t get to pull that shit.”

She stepped in closer, crowding you against the side of your car, voice low and furious.

“You went to them. You let those wannabe grease monkeys touch her. And then you let them talk like that?”

“I didn’t let anyone—”

“You let them think they had a chance.”

Her voice cracked—just slightly—but enough that your stomach flipped.

“And I don’t care how mad you were, I don’t care if I pissed you off so bad you wanted to throw a wrench at my head—you don’t let them near you. Not like that.”

Your eyes narrowed, but your voice came out soft. “Why? You jealous?”

Billie’s jaw clenched so tight you thought it might snap.

Then she grabbed your chin—firm, not rough—and tilted your face toward her.

“I’m beyond jealous, baby. I’m territorial. And I’m trying really fucking hard not to drive over to Reed’s right now and rearrange Travis’s teeth.”

Your breath hitched. She was standing so close now, all heat and smoke and barely contained rage.

“I built this car with my own hands,” she growled, fingers brushing the hood. “I know every bolt, every hose, every damn quirk she’s got. You think some punk with gel in his hair and half a GED knows her better than me?”

You swallowed. “It wasn’t about the car.”

Billie’s eyes flicked to yours. “Yeah. I know.”

A beat passed. The air between you thick enough to choke on.

“I was mad,” you admitted. “You ignored me for three days.”

“I was figuring my shit out,” Billie said quietly, like it hurt to say out loud. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you.”

The tension twisted again, sharp and tangled.

You looked away, muttering, “I didn’t sleep with Travis, y’know.”

“I know,” Billie said instantly, voice low.

You glanced back at her. “But I did let him flirt.”

Billie’s mouth twitched into something that wasn’t a smile—but almost.

“Don’t push me,” she warned, but it came out more like a promise.

You tilted your head, smug now. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll put this thing up on the lift right now,” she said, nodding toward your car, “and make you sit on the damn fender while I undo every single thing that idiot crew fucked up.”

“That’s supposed to be a threat?”

“It’s a sentence,” she muttered, stepping back just enough to breathe. “You’re riding shotgun till I trust that engine again.”

You paused. “...And after that?”

Billie smirked. “Then I’m dealin’ with you.”

Your stomach twisted in that stupid, fluttery way.

She popped the hood with a flick of her fingers, already digging for your tools.

You didn’t say a word.

You just smiled—slow and smug—leaned back against your car, and watched her go to war for something that was always hers.

You.

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HII BABY HOW ARE YOUUU

AHHHH JANAA MY BABYY IM DOING GOOD :] HOW ABOUT YOUU

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how are you today, angel??

I'm alright sweet girl, thanks for askin :] How about you baby?

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I'm changin themes AHHHHH💔💔

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hi babygirl 🤍

There she is.. Helloo sweet girl 🤍

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Life been feeling a lil dry lately, send me asks please 💔🥀

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I LOVEEE🥹🤍

✩︎ 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : just two music stars fan girling over each other.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : billie x fem!reader, just fluff, maybe a few nicknames and curses but other than that just fluff :p face claim is gracie abrams so if you dont like her then..this isnt a fic for you.

𝐚/𝐧 : this draft has been sitting for a long time and i just re-read it and i fell in love with it again so here it is, also its a bit small but— something is better than nothing.

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.. 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎

‘so miss eilish, we saw that you attended a ___ concert recently. we didn’t know you were a fan of hers.’ the interviewer smiles at billie the sentence falling from her lips her eyes glistening with curiosity.

‘uhh— yeah i did, i’ve been a fan of hers since her debuting ep and you know going to her concert was such a surreal thing because i take a lot of— not inspiration but yeah inspiration’ billie lets her head drop as she stumbles over her words letting her giggles slip past her lips before looking up fixing her glasses.

‘she’s just an angel— shes so pure and everything she does is too its fullest and she deserves everything that comes to her’ billie smiles genuinely at the interviewer feeling her cheeks heat up slightly.

‘have you ever met her? seems like your very fond of her.’ billie immediately looks around the venue nervously her lips parting slightly. ‘she’s not here right..?’ billie mumbles softly into the microphone— the crowd lets out more laughs and more giggles spill from the interviewers lips as she shakes her head.

‘okay good— i would like shrink into myself.’ she brings a hand up over her nose to semi hide her face as she feels the heat leave her cheeks.

‘she’s actually been on the show and she actually brought you up’ the interviewer smiles pointing to the screen signaling to give the attention to the screen.

𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫

‘who’s someone you’ve always taken inspiration from musically wise’ the camera then pans to you. your dressed in a stripped dress shirt which is only buttoned on the second button, a pair of loose low rise jeans hanging from your hips, and simple black and white vans.

you gasp a smile immediately finding your lips as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear sitting up straighter in your seat. ‘billie’ you say without hesitation smiling sheepily at the camera.

‘eilish?’ you nod eagerly your legs beginning to kick at the thought of her being a topic you get to talk about. ‘yeah i love her so much— shes was actually my number one artist this year’ you nod before your eyes widen grabbing at your necklaces showing an original blohsh hanging from your neck.

‘i mean i’ve been a fan of hers since i was 14— i remember hostage being my shit when i was in like 8th grade, like that woman possesses a power over me that she doesn’t even know about’ you gush smiling widely your cheeks hurting from how hard you are smiling.

‘i actually went to her concert like the beginning of this month’ the video then fades you looking at the camera screaming ‘the greatest’ lyrics before turning back to the stage holding your arms out acting like billie is singing to you.

when the video fades back into the interview theres you with a huge smile playing on your lips. ‘best fucking night of my life, i cried the entire time’ you say feeling your cheeks and ears heat up shying a bit.

‘so to say your a fan of hers would be an understatement.’ you nod soft laughs slipping past your lips your legs still kicking.

‘i mean— she was my gay awakening, me and my friends have an inside joke cause all the girls i date, look like billie’ the crown laughs a bit as you look at the interviewer clearly sensing her wanting to ask another question.

‘billie does follow you on instagram though correct’ again you smile widely nodding eagerly bringing the mic up to your mouth. ‘yeah she does— the day i found out she followed me was through my friends’ you nod tucking hair behind your ear. ‘and you know me being a small artist at the time didn’t believe it and when i did finally see it i almost passed out— i mean like for me the girl ive been looking up to and admiring for ages…noticed me i was star struck’ you finish off with a soft smile letting your hands fall into your lap.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

as the video fades away the crowd is cheering as billie is softly clapping as she looks at her lap with a grin eating at her face.

‘so seems like you aren’t the only fan girl in this situation.’ the interviewer teases as billie finally looks back up adjusting her hair and glasses before bringing the microphone to her lips.

‘um— no words..i mean she’s perfect— she’s truly angelic and seeing someone like her look up to someone like me is beyond me when all i ever did was look up to her’ she looks sheepishly at the camera giving it one of her looks knowing the the interview was almost over.

'so it seems that you wish to meet her one day.' billie looks at the interviewer a soft smile playing on her lips and she sends a soft nod towards her.

'yeah hopefully one day— and hey, ___ if your watching hit me up mama' she says sending a playful wink towards the camera before she erupts into giggles hiding her face behind her hands.

'your heard it here first folks— now we'll be back after this commercial break'

𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

yourname.offical

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yourname.official - so pretty girl just won iheart radio album of the year literally sobbing im so fucking proud 😭😭❤️ this album changed me in ways that i could not even put into words. congratufuckinglations @billieeilish you deserve this more than anyone i know, i guess you could say im a proud girlfriend.

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billieeilish - crying thank you precious girl

billieeilish - kisses mamas, your not supposed to be making me cry

↳︎ yourname.offical - oops ☹️

sabrinacarpenter - 👏

yournamelover - soft launch??

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About to cry, Billie's so fine and I miss my wife.. 🥀💔

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AHH VYNN MY SWEET GIRL I MISSED YOUUU

3 & 4 from the prompt list🙏🙏

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3. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up" 4. "My girl looks so pretty."

The sun filtered gently through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the bed. Billie shifted slightly beneath the covers, propped up on her elbow as she watched you sleep. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been lying there, just watching—the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted slightly with every breath, your lashes fluttering every now and then in dreamland.

She smiled quietly to herself, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. You were her peace. And in moments like this, she felt like the luckiest person alive just to breathe the same air as you.

She pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and then trailed her fingers lightly down your arm, letting them rest where your hand was curled into the sheets. The morning was warm, but Billie felt an aching need to be closer. Always closer.

You stirred lightly, a sleepy sound tumbling from your lips. Then your eyes opened slowly, blinking up at her with that dazed, still-dreaming look Billie loved more than anything.

“Morning,” you rasped.

“Hi, baby,” she murmured. “Sleep okay?”

You nodded, voice groggy as you nestled closer. “Mmm. You’re staring.”

Billie chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Can you blame me? My girl looks so pretty.”

“And anyways, you looked so peaceful,” she whispered softly just enough for you to hear, “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

Your cheeks flushed immediately, even in the soft light. You buried your face in her chest, laughing into the warmth of her hoodie.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Billie let her fingers trail lazy patterns along your spine, humming a quiet melody you recognized as one of her unreleased tracks—your favorite one. She always hummed it when she held you like this. Like it was her secret song for you alone.

You breathed her in, everything about her grounding you—the warmth of her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest under your cheek, the scent of her cologne clinging faintly to her hoodie.

“Why’re you up so early?” you mumbled.

She shrugged, still tracing shapes on your back. “Dunno. Woke up and saw you like that, all peaceful and warm. Couldn’t look away.”

You peeked up at her. “Creep.”

She grinned. “Your creep.”

After a moment of silence, you tilted your head up and kissed her chin, then her lips, slow and sleepy.

“Stay here with me,” you murmured.

“Forever,” she whispered, pulling you closer.

The rest of the world could wait. This was your morning—quiet, intimate, golden. Just Billie, you, and the sound of two hearts beating in sync.

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Back after surviving both emotional damage and the worst hungover I ever got (IM A SURVIVOR💔💔🥀)

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if you want, could you do 4 & 6 or 4 & 13 with reader and billie getting ready for a red carpet/some event??

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4. "My girl looks so pretty tonight."

6. "Mhm, you smell good."

The suite was bathed in golden light. The L.A. skyline glittered through the tall windows, but inside, the atmosphere buzzed with something warmer—something more intimate than any spotlight ever could offer.

You stood near the vanity, brushing a final touch of highlighter over your cheekbone, your dress hugging every curve like it was sewn with only you in mind. The satin was a deep wine color, rich and elegant, sliding off one shoulder and glistening under the warm light.

Behind you, Billie watched. Her eyes drank you in with slow reverence from where she sat on the edge of the bed, her custom suit jacket still unbuttoned, tie hanging loose around her neck.

“My girl looks so pretty tonight,” she murmured.

You caught her eyes in the mirror. The way she said it wasn’t playful—it was reverent. Like she was seeing you for the first time all over again. Her voice had that low rasp that sent chills across your spine every time she dropped it like that.

You turned slightly to face her. “You think?” you asked, smoothing your hands down your hips for effect.

Billie stood slowly, letting her jacket slide off her shoulders onto the bed. “Think?” she echoed, walking toward you. “No. I know.”

You smiled, heat rising to your cheeks as she stopped just behind you, her fingers brushing your bare shoulder. Her breath ghosted your skin before she pressed a kiss to the exposed part of your neck.

“Mhm,” she hummed, closing her eyes. “You smell good.”

You giggled softly. “You’re one to talk. You smell like cologne, money, and a little trouble.”

Billie smirked, dipping her head closer. “Good. That’s the combo I was going for.”

She wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, her fingers splayed across your stomach, and swayed you gently side to side. Your eyes closed at the feeling of her warmth pressed up against you, the mix of her scent and the soft fabric of her dress shirt making it hard to focus on anything else.

“You’re gonna make us late,” you warned, breath catching as her lips brushed behind your ear.

“Let me be late for you,” she whispered. “You’re worth every headline.”

You turned in her arms, hands resting on her chest as she finally slipped her tie around her neck, letting you take over.

You took your time—slowly sliding the fabric into place, tightening the knot gently, and running your hands down the lapels of her jacket once she slipped it back on.

Billie looked down at you like you were the only thing that ever mattered. “You know, I’d skip the red carpet entirely if it meant I could just stay here and stare at you all night.”

Your smirk softened into a small, honest smile. “You’re kind of disgustingly sweet when you want to be.”

She leaned down, lips just barely brushing yours. “Only for you.”

The knock on the door broke the spell.

“Five minutes!” someone called from the hallway.

You sighed, pulling away reluctantly. Billie caught your hand before you could walk off and tugged you back in for one last kiss—deep, slow, laced with promises for later.

As you both headed toward the door, Billie intertwined your fingers and gave your hand a small squeeze.

“Let them stare,” she said. “You’re the only one I’m walking in with.”

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3 & 4 from the prompt list🙏🙏

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3. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up" 4. "My girl looks so pretty."

The sun filtered gently through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the bed. Billie shifted slightly beneath the covers, propped up on her elbow as she watched you sleep. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been lying there, just watching—the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted slightly with every breath, your lashes fluttering every now and then in dreamland.

She smiled quietly to herself, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. You were her peace. And in moments like this, she felt like the luckiest person alive just to breathe the same air as you.

She pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and then trailed her fingers lightly down your arm, letting them rest where your hand was curled into the sheets. The morning was warm, but Billie felt an aching need to be closer. Always closer.

You stirred lightly, a sleepy sound tumbling from your lips. Then your eyes opened slowly, blinking up at her with that dazed, still-dreaming look Billie loved more than anything.

“Morning,” you rasped.

“Hi, baby,” she murmured. “Sleep okay?”

You nodded, voice groggy as you nestled closer. “Mmm. You’re staring.”

Billie chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Can you blame me? My girl looks so pretty.”

“And anyways, you looked so peaceful,” she whispered softly just enough for you to hear, “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

Your cheeks flushed immediately, even in the soft light. You buried your face in her chest, laughing into the warmth of her hoodie.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Billie let her fingers trail lazy patterns along your spine, humming a quiet melody you recognized as one of her unreleased tracks—your favorite one. She always hummed it when she held you like this. Like it was her secret song for you alone.

You breathed her in, everything about her grounding you—the warmth of her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest under your cheek, the scent of her cologne clinging faintly to her hoodie.

“Why’re you up so early?” you mumbled.

She shrugged, still tracing shapes on your back. “Dunno. Woke up and saw you like that, all peaceful and warm. Couldn’t look away.”

You peeked up at her. “Creep.”

She grinned. “Your creep.”

After a moment of silence, you tilted your head up and kissed her chin, then her lips, slow and sleepy.

“Stay here with me,” you murmured.

“Forever,” she whispered, pulling you closer.

The rest of the world could wait. This was your morning—quiet, intimate, golden. Just Billie, you, and the sound of two hearts beating in sync.

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prompt 18 pleaseee

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18. "I missed youu."

You weren’t supposed to fall asleep. You swore you’d stay up, promised yourself you’d wait just a little longer. The time difference was brutal—Billie’s tour schedule had her bouncing across cities like clockwork, while you remained at home, curled up in bed with your phone clutched tightly in your hand.

You blink awake to the soft buzz of a FaceTime call.

“Baby,” her voice comes through the speaker, raspy and low. “You up?”

You answer with a sleepy groan, flipping over and squinting at the screen. And there she is. Billie, hoodie pulled over her messy blonde hair, freckles prominent under the soft yellow hotel light, smiling like you just gave her oxygen. God, she looks tired—but that doesn’t stop her from beaming at you like you’re the sun she’s been chasing all day.

“I missed youu,” she says, dragging the words out, voice laced with that signature sleepy pout she saves just for you.

Your chest clenches at the sound. “I missed you more,” you mumble, blinking back the blur in your eyes. “You look exhausted, B.”

She shrugs. “Show was crazy. But I couldn’t go to bed without seeing you.”

There’s a pause. Just the sound of her breathing and the quiet crinkle of hotel sheets as she shifts. She sets the phone down, angled just right so you can see her stretched across the bed, one hand under her cheek, the other lazily reaching toward the screen like she could touch you if she tried hard enough.

“I hate being away from you,” she whispers.

You press the phone to your cheek, as if the glass could transfer warmth. “I know. I hate it too.”

She watches you for a while, silent, eyes drinking you in like she’s memorizing every feature all over again. “Wanna come with me next time?” she asks. “I don’t care if it’s messy or chaotic. I just… I want you there.”

You bite your lip. That offer’s been floating between you two for weeks, always hinted at but never spoken outright like this. “You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it.” Her voice breaks a little, too soft, too sincere. “I need you. You’re the only thing that makes me feel like myself.”

And for a moment, the loneliness, the distance, the thousands of miles between you—none of it matters. Because she’s there. And you’re here. And somehow, that’s enough.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Next time, I’ll be there.”

She grins, eyes fluttering closed. “Good. Now sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You fall asleep to the sound of her breathing through the phone, the warmth of her love stretching across oceans just to reach you.

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Missed you like crazy. How's my wife doing? Just know that i'm always here my lovee

missed you too, like soo much . I'm doing okay, i don't want to vibe a burden to you.