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but baby, i | b.e.
billie eilish x fem!reader
context. your ex girlfriend, billie, can’t resist calling you a week after you’d broken up.
warnings. angst, fluff, suggestive
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‘if you go, i’m going too’
a sigh of relief was heard on the other end of the phone when you’d pressed the green button, spilling out a hesitant ‘hello’ as you held the phone up to your ear. There was no response however, lighting up a flame of irritation in you.
“Who is this?” was the next thing that fell from your lips, laced with hostility.
“baby,” it was quiet, soft and inviting. Emotions from the previous couple months all encompassed into the term of endearment.
“billie?” your voice softened at the realisation of who it was.
“deleted my number already have you?” she teased, but it didn’t make you smile, not in this moment.
“billie, what happened? are you okay?” the questions tumbled out in an attempt to comprehend the reason for her call. it had been a week since you’d broken up, and hearing her voice felt like you’d been taken back to last Friday.
“yeah no, nothing happened, i’m fine. i just..” she trailed off, gathering the courage to speak, or the bravery to do the right thing, and hang up. but she was weak, and so were you.
“yeah?” it was a plea for her to continue. a beg for her to speak the words you couldn’t.
“i miss you baby.” your eyes drifted shut, a flush rising to your cheeks.
“billie, this isn’t a good idea.” it was the truth neither of you wanted to hear.
“i don’t care.” she whined, desperation clear in her words.
“billie don’t say that.” she let out a sigh of frustration at your words.
“i know you missed me too, this week has been the shittiest week you could imagine.” and suddenly you found yourself drifting into your usual conversation, like you would’ve a week ago.
“i’m sorry bils, how can i help?” it was a stupid question and you’d realised soon enough. all of this would eventually lead you back to her.
“you know how.” it was a confession in itself, revealing what she hoped to get from this call.
“tell me. whatever you need, i’ll do it.” you couldn’t reject her, not now, not ever. she had been everything for you, and she still was.
“come over, please.” her request was simple but it meant so much.
“are you sure?” her answer would decide your future, because it was clear what would happen if you complied with her wish.
“i need you.” those three words were deadly, they represented so many things all at once. they could be interpreted as multiple meanings.
“fuck,” it was a sigh of submission, giving in to her. and everything you’d previously given up. “i’ll be there in ten.”
‘cause it was always you’
the silence that followed the knock on her door, was deafening. leaving too much space for you to fall into the pit of doubt, that was still very much prominent. when the door finally opened, she stood in front of you, her perfect eyes attaching themselves to yours. then she smiled, engulfing you in a gentle hug, holding you as if you might break.
“billie.” it pulled her out of her state of daydreaming, grounding her with the realisation that this didn’t mean the beginning of a new chapter.
“i’m so sorry.” the apology was long overdue, but when she closed the door behind you, inviting you back in, none of that mattered.
“i know, but i need your promise, that we’ll be okay this time. i can’t go through breaking up with you again. i won’t survive it this time.” your throat closed up, signalling you to stop talking before your feelings spill out of your eyes, in front of her.
“of course angel, i understand. i’ll give you whatever you need.” she held your face in her hands, confirming her words at the slight rub of her thumb, over your cheeks.
“i need your devotion, your love.”
“but baby, i..” she paused for a second, pondering on wether her next words were ones she’d later regret. but she soon brushed the doubt away, releasing herself from its constraints, confessing her truth. “i’ll love you ‘til the day that i die.”
when she brought her lips to yours they were warm, inviting. they connected and moulded together as your bodies inched closer.
‘and if i’m turning blue, please don’t save me’
the heat from her breath, warming the patches of skin tainted by her tongue, as she ran it across your naked body. her lips attached to yours nipples, and then your clit. devoting herself to your pleasure. expressing her love for your body.
‘nothing left to lose, without my baby.’
and when your mind lost itself in her affection, focusing on her tongue buried deep inside you hole, you felt connected. birds of a feather destined to reach for each other in times of difficulty. destined to end up in each others’ embrace in times of despair.
‘we should stick together.’
i missed the oh em gee 😓
i love you 🫵🫵
I. MISS. YOU WIFEY
stoppp
i miss you too babyyyyy 🙈
you’ve been eating upppp though i’ve gone stalker on you
Hi babyyy, don't mind me... I'm just stopping by to do my daily stalking and giggling at every fic of yours i read 🤭 speaking of stalking... the stalker billie series!!!! Omg, I'm going FERAL.
Anywayyy, how are you?!
ahhhhhhh hiiiii thank youu
don’t get me STARTED on your pagee
i’m still v sick but we’re pushing through 🤧
male fantasy | b.eilish
billie eilish x fem!reader
context. when you encounter your ex girlfriend, an awkward moment turns into something more, and you both begin to rethink your decision to end things.
warnings. angst kinda, fluff
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cool wind fanned your face as your stride lead you through the streets of the Gloria Molina park. the faint jingle of your dog’s collar indicating which way you’d go next, as her small little being told you which direction to walk in. you weren’t focused on her, or your surroundings. instead, engrossed in the discussion you were having with your mom over text.
“fuck, i’m so sorry.” you hadn’t been looking at where you were going, and a sudden bark made you look up before you slammed into a girl with black hair. you wouldn’t have recognised her so quickly, had it not been for her dogs bark. a dog that had been all too familiar, and who’d obviously recognised you.
“shark.” it was quiet, but she’d heard it from above, observing how her dog circled your legs in excitement. your gaze lifted to her, and she gave you a weak smile, waiting for you to say something more.
“billie, wow. it’s been a while.” you said, interrupted by both dogs jumping when they’d spotted each other.
“yeah, shark’s obviously glad, he definitely missed you.” she chuckled somewhat awkwardly.
“how long has it been?” you pondered, trying to make conversation with the girl.
“since we broke up, 3 years i’d say?” a mumble followed her words as you considered how unbelievable it’d been that you hadn’t crossed paths in 3 years.
“so how are you?” when neither of you made a move to exit the awkward conversation in any way, you decided you might as well ask.
“uh, good, yeah i’ve been good. how about you?” her expression was sincere as she distracted herself with the handle of shark’s leash.
“same here.” the silence that followed was uncomfortable, as you held eye contact but didn’t speak. her features were unchanged, except slightly matured, but the familiarity was still present.
“look, this is weird ‘cause i’ve been caught off guard but we should talk more, i’ve missed you.” she was the one to break the ice, as both of you then slowly eased into each others presence.
“yeah, i’d love that.” she made a move for your phone, unlocking it due to the fact you hadn’t changed the password, and entering in her phone number.
“i also feel like we should really talk, we never got any kind of closure.” your relationship had ended in a haze of messy tears and headaches, you hadn’t talked it out mutually.
“like right now?” she laughed shaking her head, amused at your widened eyes.
“no, no. just call me. okay?” she smiled and you nodded, waving her a goodbye as she walked in the opposite direction. you watched her leave and she looked back, quickly meeting your eyes before you turned your head.
‘i got a call from a girl i used to know’
“hey, is this billie?” your voice filled her ear, confirming that your encounter had been a reality.
“yeah it’s me, i’m glad you called.” her tone was sweet, inviting. as if she’d gotten comfortable talking to you again.
“yeah?” that was still somewhat of a shock, you momentarily cursed yourself for letting her back into your life, unsure as to if this was a good idea.
“i was going to ask you if you’d want to come over for coffee or something?” your answer should be no.
“of course, i’d love that.” you found yourself speaking before having thought rationally about it.
“great! how’s friday?” she was audibly excited.
“perfect.”
‘we were inseparable years ago’
“hi, come in.” her voice eased the nerves that were upsetting your stomach, as you walked into her house. she’d moved out of her previous one, and you hadn’t been here before.
“i made you some tea, since you’ve never been a huge coffee person.” you smiled, grateful for the thought.
“thank you.” she lead you to the couch, and you both settled down, facing each other as you pulled your legs to your body.
“sorry for being so cold yesterday, i was just surprised to see you.” you sipped the tea, as you spoke.
“no worries, it was definitely a surprise for me too.” she chewed her lip as she looked at you.
“you’ve changed, you look older. in a good way.” she cracked a smile before responding.
“it’s the fact i haven’t got obnoxiously colored roots.” you laughed at her criticism of the famous hair colours.
“i loved the roots.” she raised an eyebrow.
“which colour?” she took her bottom lip underneath her tongue as she waited for a reply.
“all of them, especially green though.” that was the hair she’d had when you’d been with her, it would always be nostalgic.
“i remember bleaching my hair after we broke up, i thought it would help me get over you.” she chuckled.
“did it?” she shook her head.
“i’m sorry, billie, for the way things ended.” she frowned slightly, remembering the events of your breakup.
“i’m sorry too, you never really got an explanation.” she sighed, taking your hands in hers as she spoke honestly.
“so.. why did you break up with me?” she took a deep breath before speaking.
“i felt unloved. i know it sounds stupid. but i didn’t feel like i was your girlfriend.” you nodded, trying to understand her words as she continued.
“our love felt like a male fantasy.” she whispered.
“what do you mean?” the term had confused you in this context.
“as if you didn’t love me romantically, i felt like your friend and not your girlfriend.” her brows were furrowed, expressing her emotions.
“i’m so sorry, billie.” she stayed silent, not fully accepting the apology.
“do you still..” she trailed off, wondering if she even wanted an answer.
“i don’t know if i ever got over you, i guess i pretended i was. i really tried to hate you.” she found the comment amusing, smiling brightly.
“thank god.” she looked down, smiling to herself before returning to meet your eyes.
“hm?” you questioned.
“i still love you now.” she took your face in her hands as you squeezed her knee.
“me too,” her smile was as bright as ever, “I’ll make sure I don’t screw up this time.” you were giggling against her lips.
‘knew we’d get along, and it was so.’
eres española??
no pero lo aprendí durante siete años en mi escuela asi que creo que lo hablo bastante bien (trustttt)
CRÉEME no quieras oir mi acento
las doce uvas son un tradition en mi familia tambien no sé por qué 🤷♀️
wildflower or chihiro?🥰
chihiro….
‘i don’t know you at all’ ?????
‘saw you turn around but it wasn’t your face’ ????
i mean come on
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